The Piano Teacher

Hi, my name is Stuart, I'm 5ft 9, slim with a pale complexation. I have big brown puppy eyes and blonde curly hair. I'm smooth from tip to toe and enjoy the feeling that gives me. I class myself as bisexual but I've never been with a girl. I'm still a virgin when it comes to men but I am cock curious.

At school I passed all my GCSE's with good grades particularly in music. My parents said they would pay for me to learn a musical instrument. I'd been playing guitar for years but didn't know the theory but my parents insisted on piano lessons so I reluctantly agreed.

We asked at the music shop where I bought my first guitar and they suggested the piano academy at my old school. I contacted the school and they said although it was held at the school in the evenings it was run by a different company. I contacted them and was invited to come and look around and meet the tutors.

It was strange being in my old school again. I went up to the first floor past the headmasters office down the corridor to the music suite. It was there I met the manager of the academy. There was no need to show me around as I was a former pupil but he gave me a list of tutors and what they specialised in.

I looked through the list and straight away recognised my old music teacher Mr Silverton. It was he that introduced me to blues music and the likes of Peter Green and Eric Clapton. I had a big, boy crush on him and picked him straight away without looking at the other tutors.

I found Mr Silverton a very sexy man. He was in his late 50's with grey hair, piecing blue eyes, full lips and a warm complexation. He had a nice build with broads shoulders and a cute bottom. He looked hot in everything he wore but I particularly like his navy blue suit. It fitted him perfectly hugging his cute bottom and showing off a bulge that was difficult to hide.

It was strange seeing Mr Silverton in more casual attire even so he still looked hot. He always wore a crisp formal shirt, I don't think I'd ever seen him in a t-shirt. His shirts were fitted, tight across his chest but not straining at the buttons. His chest was well developed with just a hint of nipple that I found so sexy. He often wore light coloured chinos rather than jeans. He had an impressive bulge that I couldn't keep my eyes off. He caught me looking on a couple of occasions, I couldn't help but blush.

In the lessons I would sit next to him on the piano stool. It was boring at first doing scales and all the theory but eventually we got onto more bluesy stuff.

Sometimes I would stare at him, I would look at his lips and his rough stubble and wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I imagined undoing his shirt buttons and running my hands over his broad chest. He often caught me looking and would just smile.

One time I dropped all the sheet music on the floor beneath the piano. I got on the floor to pick it up and when I turned around he had opened his legs wide. I hesitated not really knowing what to do I was trapped. I think he wanted me to crawl up between his legs. I wanted to as well but didn't have the nerve, instead I crawled under the piano to the other side.

One evening after the lesson we were walking through the school corridor when Mr Silverton turned towards me and stopped me in my tracks.

"I know what you want Stuart, I've seen the way you look at me. Am I right?"

"Yes Sir", I replied meekly.

"Have you ever been with an older man?"

I shook my head.

"You'd like to though wouldn't you Stuart?"

I looked down and whispered, "I would"

"I can see it in your eyes Stuart, you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

I did but was too nervous to say.

"Tell me, tell me Stuart, what do you want?"

I just looked up at him all doe eyed not wanting to say what I really wanted.

He leaned down pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the lips.

"This is the sort of piano lesson you want isn't it Stuart?"

I kissed him back, gently at first and then more passionately. Our tongues explored each others mouths with a sense of urgency.

Then he gently pushed  me up against the wall, pressing himself against me. I stuck my bum out and pushed it into his groin. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as he tongued and nibbled on my ear.

He fondled my bum. 

"Do you like the way I'm running my hands across your bottom?"

"Yes Sir", I replied purring like a cat.

Suddenly he dragged my jogging bottoms down around my ankles. I couldn't help but gasp.

He fondled my ass through my briefs reaching underneath and cupping my balls.

With his lips pressed against my ear he asked, "Do you like the way I'm touching your arse Stuart?"

I didn't say a word but pushed back onto his hand.

"Do you like the way I touch you Stuart"

"Yes Sir"

"Have you ever been with a man before Stuart"

"No"

"You want to though don't you Stuart"

"Yes Sir"

He slapped my ass really hard.

"You're a bad boy aren't you Stuart"

He slapped my ass again even harder.

"Yes Sir", I replied. "I'm a bad boy"

He pulled my briefs down and I squirmed on his hand.

"You like it when I look after you like this don't you Stuart"

"Yes Sir"

"You have to start being good for me Stuart. You have such a nice little bum"

He fondled my bum massaging my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel the cold air on my rosebud, my legs trembling.

"It's such a nice little bum isn't it Stuart"

I nodded in agreement

"Is it ready for me Stuart"

"Are we going to find out how moist your little hole is"

"Yes Sir"

He looked at me and spat on his fingers. The he reached down rubbing his spit into my hole making it all wet.

He moved my head to the side and stuck out his tongue and I sucked on it like a cock while he worked his fingers inside me.

"I'm going to stretch you out, that nice little asshole"

"Mm, yes"

"I can see that it's ready and waiting for me. "Would you like me to lick it, Stuart?"

"Mm, please Sir"

"Yes please. Is that what you are saying to me? Yes please?"

"Please, please"

He spat on my ass crack and I felt it dribble down over my hole as he massaged my buttocks

"Feels good doesn't it, look how wet it is"

I could feel my ass opening up as he spat on it again.

"Get that nice and ready for me, oh wow, it's talking to me Stuart"

"Do you want me to lick it for you Stuart"

"Mm, yes please Sir"

He got down on his knees behind me and helped me step out of my underwear. I felt his warm breath first, then his rough stubble and finally his warm tongue as he buried his head between my ass cheeks. I was still leaning up against the wall naked from the waist down sticking my bum out as he feasted on my arse.

He got up and pushed me against the other wall and kissed me.

"Can you taste your sweet little ass on my lips Stuart"

"Yes Sir"

"Do you like it Stuart. Do you like me eating your arsehole"

"Yes Sir, I do"

He began kissing my neck and biting my ear as I squirmed on his fingers.

"Shall we got to the headmasters study?"

I nodded. He took hold of my hand and led me down the corridor to the headmasters study.

He opened the door and led me inside. The room had a distinctive smell of wood panelling leather and cigar smoke. No one had smoked in their for years but it just seemed to linger. It was a very masculine smell that I found very arousing.

It was exciting to be in the headmaster study totally naked from the waist down. I felt incredibly vulnerable and was shaking like a leaf.

"Stuart, bend over the headmasters desk, open your legs and stick your ass in the air"

I did as I was told, eager to receive my reward.