Rights Of Passage

Going back to a time a long time ago my parents hired a man to teach me piano. He was an ordinary man, an accomplished piano player, and he liked my dick. He sucked me several times and a couple of times he put my hand on his hard dick in his pants. No question about it, I liked it, and I was left with this desire to hold a hard dick. Later when my parents divorced I was sent to a boarding school for a year and an older boy who was good in sports got on my back wrestling me and humped my behind until he came in his pants. No question I liked it and it left me with the desire to be humped but not with my pants on.

It wasn't until I was grown up and at a party that I met a man and we talked and he reached out and grabbed me gently by the crotch. I let him and he squeezed and I did what I wanted to do, I smiled back at him and touched his dick in his pants. I went with him to his apartment, one of those places overlooking the river, with expensive art on the walls and I experienced holding a naked dick in my hands, having my dick sucked, sucking his dick, and having him hump my naked butt and penetrate me. Unfortunately I was his pickup and he had no interest in me. But it gave me courage to be more receptive.

It was like that that I moved in next door to a retired cop, he retired after his 30 years with the department and worked security for a department store. He had a big dick, and carried himself like he did and I sucked his dick and let him climb on my back and I was in love with him. I tried too hard, and he put me in my place and told me it was sex and not to get things in my head. He liked my dick and my ass and he liked having me suck his dick and we've kept it up for a long time. I have to say that I'm still in love with him, but I understand, he's a cop deep down and having a boyfriend isn't what cops do. So I have to slip in during the night and go home before the sun comes up.