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The conductor

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 02 Dec 1999 1 comments
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This is a true story. When I was in my last year of High School our orchestra got a new conductor. He was, I guess, a pretty good looking man, but since he was around thirty-five or so I didn't really pay much attention... he was just another teacher at first. He was what you might call "distinguished-looking", with a beard that was already a little bit grey, and a nice kindly face with warm dark eyes. Because I was really serious about music and hoping to become a professional trumpet player, he took a keen interest in me and often gave me some "private lessons" in his office after orchestra practice. For a long time these lessons were just that... He'd make me play stuff and criticize it. After about six months of that we had a "lesson" that was a little bit stranger... He told me that he was worried about my embouchure and that he thought I need to do some lip exercises. I said "OK, whatever". And he showed a couple that were legit, which was fine, but then he said "this one will really help with your sostenuto" and he took a banana that was on his desk and he popped in his mouth and rubbed it back and forth while looking at me straight in the eye. Then he took it out and said something like "you really have to squeeze on it with your lips" and he had this intense look on his face and you could tell he was really nervous. I just sat there for a minute cuz I knew what he was up to, and because I wasn't born yesterday, you know. And I realized almost suddenly that he was really hot-looking and I looked down and he had this big bulge in his pants, so I leaned over and started rubbing his crotch and he let out a whimper like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. I thought of saying something stupid like "let me practice on this" but fortunately I didn't cuz I was getting so hot and funny-feeling from touching his crotch that I just undid his pants and pulled out this beautiful cock and started licking and sucking it like by instinct. I'd never done it before but I'd read about it. His cock was great... it wasn't huge but it was a real nice one that was smooth and just the right thickness and with a pink head that was juicy with his pre-cum. The taste of it was better than anything I'd ever tasted! I must have been not bad at sucking because he started squirming after about two minutes and the next thing I know he's bucking and my mouth is filled with his hot sweet cream. I was surprised to find that I loved the taste and it really turned me on to swallow it. I'd never been tempted to swallow my own before, but having that nectar in my mouth while I was still hard and excited was a revelation. He leaned over and started tongue-kissing me so we could swirl the juice around both our mouths and that was pretty much it for me. I became a cum junkie from that moment. I came like a rocket in my hand and he took my hand to his mouth and stuck each finger in it one at a time to lick off my juices and ran his tongue over my palm. His beard glistened with it. It was great that we found each other. For the next six months our private lessons became a daily (or more!) occurence. Our cum-drinking sessions became really intense and maybe even perverted. Soon it became the main event of our lessons. Once I walked in to his private office and there was him and another of his teacher-friends sitting there smiling and there was this donut on the desk covered in a familiar looking white glaze and he said "would you like a donut" and I said "sure" and picked it up and slowly put it in mouth making sure they could see everything as the glaze frosted my lips and covered my tongue. When I was done I asked if there were any more! They nearly fainted from excitement. About two weeks later, this same friend of my teacher's was there again; he'd saved his juice from every day of that two weeks' worth of jerking off in a jar in the fridge and brought it to the music office. He put it in a coffee cup and I got him to put his face right next to mine so he could watch the cream as it slid into my mouth. The smell of it nearly knocked you out from the intensity. While the cream was still filling my mouth I put my hand behind his head and pulled him towards my mouth and kissed him and he tooked all that sweetness right back into his own mouth. I can still see it where it soaked his moustache and he was rolling his eyes in ecstasy. I made him give it back to me though. I wasn't about to give it up. I loved it! For the next couple months I had cum pumped into me more ways than you can imagine. Straight from the faucet. On spoons. On food. Lapped up from the desk. Ice cream with cum. Sometimes I would walk into the office, get a kiss, and realize that his mouth was full of it. It was our obsession and we were inventive. Once we set up a formal cum-tasting session with about five different guy's cum and wine and crackers and we took dainty sips from each sample and critiqued them for body and aroma and finish. It was terrible to graduate because I left the town for university in another city. Later when cum-eating didn't seem so safe anymore I was restricted to eating my own, and I still save every shot in a jar in the freezer so I can have a nice defrosted snack when I'm hot and bothered. I am a professional musician now and maybe I owe my career to those great "exercises".