It Was All So Long Ago, But Lately It Has Been Resurrected In My Mind

Yes I am of that age, getting old before my very eyes. After the war, the second war, the world was full of refugees. A man came to our town from Yugoslavia, he had been a fighter with Tito during the war. At that time I was too young to be able to say how old he was.

He was given a job working as the janitor for the movie theatre. The movie theatre in those days was also the stage when live shows were held. It had a piano, pushed back into the wing of the stage. This man played the piano when he was alone, it was obvious he was an accomplished musician. My mother decided that he could give me lessons.

She dropped me off at the theatre and left me for an hour and he showed me the basics of piano. We didn't talk because he spoke very little English and he had a very heavy accent. He sat beside me on the chair and kept his hand on my thigh. His hand was warm and reassuring and I liked it from the very beginning.

When one afternoon I needed to use the bathroom, I showed him by acting out standing and take a piss. He understood and took me to the theatre bathroom in the basement. He stood behind me, holding me and unzipped my pants and took out my penis and held it while I pissed, like mother's do with two year old boys. I was ten, but I liked it and when he rubbed my penis between his thumb and his index finger it felt even better and I had a sort of erection. Before putting my penis back in my pants he kissed me with along kiss to the cheek.

We became very good friends and I put my hand on his when I stopped to rest and when I looked up to him for approval, he would kiss me on the lips. One day, every day then I had to piss, we went down to the bathroom and after helping me, and now he kissed me on the lips, he unzipped his pants and took out his penis and put my hand on it and held me by the shoulders while I held his penis and he pissed. I got a great big long kiss that afternoon. I remember because I was holding his penis when he kissed me.

I was a good student and I learned quickly and my mother made me practice at home. I went to class twice a week and now he was kissing my penis and I was kissing his when we went to the bathroom in the basement. He had helped me have a couple of dry orgasms and he had used my bare bottom to hump me with his penis and ejaculate on me. I liked it all and never told my mother. I showed her how good I was by playing piano.

One day after I was graduated from high school my mother told me that my teacher was found dead in the theatre, The doctor said he had a heart attack. It made me sad in a way and I went to the funeral. We have no idea what his life was in Yugoslavia, or what it was like when he was with Tito. We only know of him because he was the janitor at the theatre, and he knew how to play piano.

I still play piano, for my own enjoyment. I worked as a draftsman for the aviation industry in California, where I went after two years of college. I kept my friend secret and when I took a penis in my hands and made love to it, I was always really making love to him. And when I felt a man with his penis against my back, I always closed my eyes for him. They say you haven't lived if you are not remembered. I think that I am the only one left who remembers him, more now than ever.