Following the footsteps of my father I wanted to learn how to play piano. But attending a tutor's class turned out to be a lot more than tickling the ivories!
I guess it didn't take me long to realize Derek aimed to show me more than just how to play a piano. It was just the way he'd close up behind me and extended his arms each side of me as I sat on the piano stool to 'show me the notes.'
We went through some Chopin, Mozart and `Handel variations from sheet music, which I had just about got the hang of but I had in mind being a jazz pianist.
"That may well as be" Derek snuffed, but first things first, we need to start with the simple rudimentary things first.
I went through the simple scales and soon picked up the first lesson without to much ado. Despite the touch and feeling Derek who's fingers, besides tickling the ivories seemed to be delving suggestively between my crotch as I followed the lesson.
At first I thought it was just accidental because of his position standing behind me and that was standard.
But it didn't happen just once, when I was in the middle of my Clare-de-lune piece his hand definitely slipped down over my crotch.
"You are doing so well Peter, but then I knew you would, you have a natural ability which I guess follows on from your Father's teaching, You will pick it up quickly" and all the time his fingers were moving down there, bunching and squeezing like it was the most natural thing in the world to do whilst he praised my efforts on the piano forte.
The thing is it was rather enjoyable to say the least and the inclination to be homo sexually aroused was very evident as I opened my thighs and let him pursue what he was doing and it was lovely and soothing.