I started taking piano lessons when I was nine years old. My parents raised me in church and I played a variety of music, however, gospel music was my primary focus when I started playing. My mom insisted I use my talents for the church. When I was fifteen my papaw took me to a family friend who had a grandson who was a couple of years older than me.. His family had a big tobacco farm and were very wealthy compared to our family farm. Alexander was very handsome…he attended a private school and was a music major. We developed a relationship….strictly as friends….but one day as I was walking through the fields I saw him around the barn sucking a farm hands cock. I hid behind an oak tree and jerked off watching them.
I had never had sex with anyone…..but after watching them…. I knew what I desired. My last two years of high school I played for our chorus, took lessons from a professor in town who taught at the local liberal arts college. This man would tough my thighs as he sat beside me on the bench. He obviously could tell that I was hard….but he told me….we must be patient to restrain ourselves until I turned eighteen. I graduated in May that year. Turned 18 three days after graduation…..after my music lesson he had arranged to give me a ride home. Of course we made a detour to stop at his house. As soon as we were in the living room….he cupped my chin with his hand and kissed me…..telling me to strip, our course I was more than eager. He picked me up and placed me on the lid of his baby grand piano. Professor Tipton started kissing my boy pussy. He licked, tongued me and started with one finger…then added two. He licked my precum and gently plugged my hole with his cockhead . I shot a load on my stomach without even stroking my cock. It was something I wanted for as long as I could imagine. That summer we fucked at least three to four times each week.
In August my parents moved me two hours away to a small college near the Cumberland Gap area….rich with a music emphasis….and I immediately knew I was going to love my college life. About a month into classes I met a guy who was a junior. He too was a music major and he told me his uncle sang with a gospel quartet. We had lunch one Saturday and he took me across the mountain into Kentucky. We met at a small diner and in walked this very handsome man. He introduced himself as Mitch’s favorite uncle….actually…he was Mitches only uncle. Samuel was about 6’4”. Ruggedly handsome. He too had a church background….but that’s common in our neck of the woods. Samuel owned a tire shop and he sold to truckers, coal company’s and had a very lucrative business. He was a Vietnam veteran and I didn’t notice a wedding ring. We had lunch. He took us to his small missionary Baptist church and unlocked the door. He directed me to the piano. I sat down and played a few songs that are a go to selection of southern gospel favorites. Not bragging but I definitely have that touch and can make the keys on a piano sing. Samuel stood over me and handed me a piece of music one after another. When I decided to show out….i put the music away and performed a run up the keyboard and transposed the song into a different key. I don’t like anything higher of four flats so I can play by ear…..another skill I’ve leaved growing up in church.
Samuel placed his strong hand on my shoulder and we actually sang a verse of I’ll Fly Away. I could have sworn he had a hard on as he leaned against my shoulder. Mitch said he had to get back to campus because he worked in the cafeteria on the weekend. I shook hands with Samuel. He wrote his phone number on the back of a church bulletin. As we walked towards the door he put his arm around my shoulder and said….son, you could definitely be the missing link to our quartet. He shook my hand and put a twenty dollar bill in the center of my hand.
Once I got back to campus I couldn’t stop thinking about the opportunity to earn some extra money and yet moreover…Samuel’s strong hands on my shoulder.
A month later I was driving across the mountain into Kentucky and meeting with the quartet. The four men were as different as night and day. One was a coal mining engineer….he graduated from Virginia Tech. The oldest man in the group, Gary was in his fifties…..we all referred to him as the boss. He selected the music, booked our practices, etc….the first Sunday of Advent we performed at a community service and we shared three songs. I must admit. The men were very skilled. Blended harmony and just followed me or I followed them. Surely their abilities of knowing music was definitely a plus.
That night I stayed at Samuel’s house because it had started to snow.
Part two will go into detail how I sat on his face on top his muscular body and swallowed his thick uncut cock…..more to cum….
