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" I want you to begin with the Prelude" he opened my music, "just relax and let it flow"
I took the Big C and fondled the neck, with my bow in the right hand I started . I had no need of music. The soft undulations just emanated from my hands and I did what I wanted it to.
J-M leant over my shoulder and breathed into my ear
"Seduce yourself, allow the music to fuck you!"
I had, on the one hand, no idea what to do but, on the other hand an absolute sense that I could do this.
It seemed as though I could bring a new me to this music. And I let myself be seduced by it.
J-M stood behind me, occasionally rubbing my shoulders
"That's right, oh you have really got it. She was so right"
It seemed the more he encouraged the more I could give.
Then he finally said,
"Enough, you have done well, enough!"
I laid my bow down. And placed the `cello, The Big C, on its side, with the bow resting on the cello itself
"You have done really well, " his hand brushed my face.
"You have almost dragged an orgasm out of the Prelude...not quite but almost."
He laughed, and again ran his fingers over my face.
"That is enough....for now...it is now my chance to get you to the same point."
His lips came close to my mine and touched, my mouth opened and our tongues lashed each other.
His hand groped my crotch and I felt compelled to do likewise.
"Oh fuck!" I uttered in sheer ecstasy,.
"Maybe soon but not quite yet," he chortled .
"Take off your clothes!"
"What?"
"Strip naked ...if you are going to fuck a `cello then you need to lose the clothes."
It seemed right. I was a perplexing haze of emotion. But I trusted J-M.
"Just do it," he laughed and stroked my face, " I told you this is a watershed!"
I removed my practice Tee shirt and he brushed my nipples,
"Pretty hard...or just pretty," he offered.
I was struggling to see my conservative music teacher as a sex fiend.
To be sure he had more than broached sexuality.
He had touched my sex , and his language had got more exciting and profane
I didn't step back from this, though knew that this was seriously bad stuff. And had to be kept secret
J-M kissed the crown of my head.
"We are going to fuck the music. And we are going to fuck each other."
For the first time I turned and saw his hard cock filling out his trousers.
"Touch me if you want!" he said, " I am yours. I want you to touch me"
I lifted my hand and could feel the heat of his throbbing dick.
I could smell a strong scent of a man.
"Touch it hard"
I lifted my hand and gripped his dick, it felt fantastic.
By now there was precum soaking through his thin trousers.
"Smell me!' he said, and pushed my face firmly into his crotch.
I did think I had gone to heaven and died. The manly stench was just overpowering.
I grappled the sides of his trousers, but couldn't bring them down.
J-M took my hand and placed it firmly on his trousers ,
He quickly undid the button and the zip, but I could feel a pressure inside the briefs that I just needed to have.
I pushed my face into his crotch, and again I thought I had died of over-sensation.
I looked up at him and had a view returned,
"I want to play the music NOW"
He smacked my face, not so hard that I was wounded but it did sting.
"That is what I want to hear.!!"
He pulled me up and grabbed my body so that I was closer to him than I had ever been to another man.
I touched his lips with my lips, and felt again that I had died and gone to heaven.
Taking the bow I began to play the F# that straddled the first note. Jan-Marcus stood back
"Take it slowly and let it get gradually quieter!"
This seemed counter-intertuitive to me, but I did what he told me. The core of my loins resonated and I felt harder than I had ever been. J-M squeezed my shoulder
"Now get louder!" I could only obey his very command, his hand brushed my nipple and I found a new depth
"Oh fuck!" I moaned, "oh fuck, fuck"
"Take it easy," J-M breathed into my ear, " there is plenty of time. I want you to fuck the music, not the music to fuck you."
I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but I pulled back and it seemed better. In fact it was not only better it was totally intense.
He suddenly pulled back.
"I think you are ready!"
"Ready for what?" I gasped.
...there is more to come...comments gratefully received at larry.ryder@mail.com