Feelings Come Early, A Lot Earlier Than Most People Think

Mr. Crespo. He was my piano teacher. My mother was a pianist and she believed knowing how to play the piano was important. She picked Mr. Crespo, she thought I would do better with a man.

Mr. Crespo tended to swat my butt when I went home. Never bothered me, in fact I liked it. His big warm hand on my butt, it felt really good. One afternoon, I took piano after school at his house, he was sitting beside me and I got the impulse to kiss his cheek. He smiled at me and held my chin and kissed my lips. His warm soft lips. From then on when I arrived and when I left in addition to having him rub my butt, I kissed him on the lips and he kissed me on the lips.

He was worried that I liked it, but he liked it. I could tell he liked kissing me. And his hot soft lips kissing me felt good and I aggressively kissed him back. I wanted to be 'kissed', kissed like when you are being made love to. I wanted to be hugged, to be smothered in his arms. I loved his smell, he smelled like a man, with a little bit of aftershave. I put my arms around his waist and he patted me on the head.

One day I had to pee so he walked me back to the bathroom. It was a small room, a guest bath. I pulled my pants down to pee, I had to go so bad. My penis was half hard and I peed on the back of the toilet seat before pushing my penis down to hit the water. He acted frustrated, got behind me, held my penis and aimed. He knew he had gone one step to far. I wanted him to hold my penis, to kiss me. Sitting beside him practicing my lesson his hand squeezed my leg. His big warm hand. I turned and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, then on the lips. He grabbed my penis and felt it between his index and thumb. Now he was kissing me, really kissing me and I hung onto his neck kissing him back.

Mr. Crespo told me I shouldn't come back. It broke my heart and my mother had to beg him to take me back. He was cold, kept his distance. I hugged him but he didn't hug me back.

It would have to be another man, another time before I got kissed again and I held the man's penis in my hand. He had a big penis and I loved to kiss it, it was so soft and on my lips. I held onto the desk, while he rubbed some oil on my butt. He told me to hold my breath and he slowly shoved his penis in me. When he had completely entered me I felt his movements, he shoved me against the desk.

But I was 14 then, already grown up enough. I loved going to his house for piano lessons. I told him about Mr. Crespo but he told me didn't know him and I let him kiss me again.