The Masturbational

I discovered my sexuality during a series of piano lessons which first frightened me but gradually resulted in my leaving the piano studio with intense erections.

I had learned about sex in an academic way but my personal experience was limited to masturbating every night at bedtime. Now, as a college freshman sharing a dorm room, I didn't dare jack off under my covers and was frequently mega-horny as a result.
That brings us to the piano lessons which were required of music majors. My instructor was a dramatic and somewhat effeminate graduate student who stood behind me tapping rhythms on my shoulders.''

After several weeks of tapping, my instructor switched to a new tactic. He still stood behind me, but bumped his pelvis against my lower back.

I was slow to realize what was going on, but suddenly during a lesson I realized that the young teacher had an erection which he bumped and scraped against my back in tempo with the music.

I was sort of fascinated but didn't say anything. Meanwhile the percussive activity continued. I became an expert at interpreting his bumps and scrapes.

Scrape... Scrape... Bump... Bump... Squeeze. .. My spine became the "sounding board" for his sexual activiity

Then, sometime in the second semester he added a new trick: his hand reached down between my back and his crotch. He was now becoming hornier with every thrust-- but apparently not allowing himself to ejaculate. Some days were almost fully given to his strange form of jacking off, while other days were nothing but business. I assumed on those days that he had already masturbated before meeting me for our lesson.

He was whamming back and forth against his fist and my butt during one crazy lesson when he suddenly exhaled with a mighty breath yeped out a noise sort of like "Gleek" and stumbled against my butt. Again he made a sound; a sort-of grunt came out of his panting mouth.

He had climaxed.

I don't think he intended to shoot a load, but it had definitely occurred, delivering Lord-knows-how-much semen into his clothes.

I was amused at how he tried to hide his ejaculation by cupping both hands around his junk.

"That will be all for today," he told me.

The upshot of this tale is that I announced during the next lesson that we would change places for a day. He pretended not to know what I meant, but allowed me to reach fulfillment by means of his own repertoire of bumps, squeezes and wiggles.

And we jacked off together at nearly every lesson.