Philippe was a music professor at the conservatory and his mission was to teach me how to play the flute. He was young, a few years older than me and I was all the more admiring of his dexterity. I appreciated the curve of his fingers which held this holed wooden rod with certain firmness, while remaining flexible. I found that Philippe kept a nice little face even when blowing into the mouthpiece of his instrument. And then, when we rehearsed in this room with a mirror behind him, I delighted in the magnificent curve of his athletic ass.That day, it was hot and he was wearing short shorts that were just as tight as his t-shirt. His protruding pectorals were thus highlighted just like his magnificent ass that I was looking at in the mirror. I saw him observing me and assessing where my gaze was directed. He had a small smile on his lips.After a few bad notes due to my lack of accuracy in the position of my fingers, he came to stand behind me and placed his hands on mine to direct them with gentle authority. His skin was soft and I felt good as I felt his breath on my neck and as he enveloped me against his muscular chest. I imagined that he was going to make love to me and my penis started to swell. I saw that he was looking in the mirror and observing this bulge peeking through my pants.He undid one of the buttons of my shirt and placed his hand on my chest, telling me softly in my ear that this was where my breath should come from and that he was going to accompany me with his hand in my breaths. His mouth was near my ear and the breath of his voice generated additional excitement for me. His hand was so gentle that its accompaniment resonated in me like a caress that excited me sexually. My penis was swelling more and more and was very cramped in my nylon briefs.After a few hesitant musical phrases on my part, he removed his hand from my chest, smiling, looking at my bump in the mirror. He told me that this tune was airy and that to play it better, I would be better off barefoot on the wooden floor. He crouched at my feet and took off my shoes, not without brushing my bump with his mouth as he stood up facing me. He resumed his position behind my back, hand in my shirt and encouraged me to start at the beginning of the score. After a few moments he stopped me and whispered in my ear that he felt I was too restricted, that I needed to free myself to play fully. He then stood in front of me, we were face to face, almost glued to each other and he unzipped my shirt before taking it off, passing both hands behind my back. At this moment, our mouths were almost in contact and our sexes too: I felt that he too had a well-formed bump.According to his instructions, I resumed the piece from its beginning and his left hand calmly gave me a breathing rhythm, not without making a few delicate movements which excited my right nipple. With his right hand, he continued to direct my right fingers; again with an agility that seemed to make our knuckles dance harmoniously. After a few moments of this gentle treatment, he stopped me again and told me that he still found me too hampered, that I needed to free myself from all material artifice, that only my flute and I should be in communion. and he stood in front of me with his magnificent smile, his eyes drowned in mine and without saying another word he unzipped my fly, dropped my pants and he pulled aside the elastic of my underwear to release my turgid rod. He only touched the fabric and made it fall to my ankles.I found myself naked and he resumed his position behind me, left hand on my right nipple and right hand on my right hand. Both looked at my free sex in the mirror and I resumed my notes with almost total freedom. I felt his turgid penis against my buttocks. After a few moments, his face lit up with satisfaction and he stepped back to leave me effectively in communion with my instrument.The tempo accelerated and my whole body vibrated to the sound of this music emanating from me and my flute. It was so intense, so captivating, that I closed my eyes. At the strongest moment of the score, I thought I was going to ejaculate and for good reason, Philippe was squatting in front of my erect stake. He got naked and took me in his mouth. I opened my eyes and our gazes locked into each other.He continued to suck me and I continued to play. He sucked me with great dexterity: his tongue swirled around my glans and his lips slid wonderfully along my shaft which was sometimes swallowed up to its base, where my testicl ...

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