I played the cello at school. I started when I was about twelve or thirteen and carried on right through. I remember I had quite a sensuous relationship with the instrument. Learning to play it was mingled in my adolescence with the first awakenings of sex. The instrument's firmness was very pleasing to me, and its tone, when I started to master it, was wonderfully smooth and rich and comforting. I liked to feel it buzzing away between my legs. Soon my fingers were becoming very skilful on the neck and bow, just as they were on my own body.
Two of my sister's friends were in the orchestra, and one of them, Jenny, being a cellist too, used to help me with my playing. She used to pay me special attention, and perhaps flirted a bit, but nothing more: she was three years older than me at sixteen. She was quite strict with her teaching, and used to place my hand on the neck and mould my fingers into the right position with hers. I liked her touching me, it made me feel special. If I was really lucky she would touch my legs or back to show me how they should be.
Once, after a concert, we were laughing with some of our friends about our lessons together. She pretended that I was a cello and had me sit between her legs where she pretended to play me. It felt nice being held by her like that and I got an erection. I wished she would pretend to be a cello for me, but she didn't offer and the moment passed.
Later, that night, when I was alone, I thought of her again. I got ready for bed and sat holding my cello, not playing it, just enjoying having it there between my legs. I found I could still feel where her arms and legs had been around me, and the way her breasts had felt against my back. My pyjamas were getting uncomfortably tight with another erection and I moved so it would be free. I put my feet up on the cello's waist, imagining I had my legs wrapped around her this time. I ended up having a wank like that, with me legs around the cello.