A Gay Encounter With Older Man
Gay Male
Submit Report Hey lovable readers and I will bring you the latest of story stuff and will keep on publishing here. All the stories I’ll publish will b purely fictional and won't be resemblance to any person and have fun reading it and do reply me on. [email protected] When I was barely eighteen and still a virgin I was sent to a Mr. Samuels for extra maths coaching of course and I looked much younger and enjoyed teasing people into thinking I was and with my flowing blond locks and cherubic features looked like I could be. Mr. Samuels, my teacher, was in his early forty’s a strange looking man who smelt faintly of mothballs and who lived alone in a rambling house in the old town of Eastbourne. He was also very keen on physical exercise and the body beautiful, had many magazines on the subject strewn around the house. One particular evening after our lesson he brought me a glass of ginger beer and a plate of biscuits. Good lesson today, Stuart very good indeed have a ginger biscuit, in fact have two. It would seem you’re grasping the basic steps of our subject much more fluently than you were when we first started but I’m worried about your posture, though. Why, Mr. Samuels?' I asked you don’t hold yourself properly, Stuart. You slouch too much. A good looking young lad like you should be more upright more erect much more erect. He nervously began fumbling about in the bottom drawer of his desk and produced a well-thumbed photographic magazine. This is what I mean, Stuart look at these lads, see how they hold themselves upright. I know they’re wearing only very few clothes very scanty briefs but you can see what I mean, can’t you, Stuart? Pause you can understand why I needed to show you these photos, can’t you?' Mr. Samuels turned the pages slowly frozen tableau’s of semi-nude young guys stared up at me. Many were lying in very unusual positions or standing on secluded beaches or up against trees. I was at a loss as to know what to say. Nice firm bodies, don’t you think? Nice and slender. You could look like that, Stuart, if you put your mind to it. It’s all a matter of deportment and will power. Pause, I hope you’re not offended by those photos, Stuart and I’d be shocked if you were. I hope you’re not and I think they’re artistic. I think I should be going now, Mr. Samuels, if you don’t mind.' Of course, Stuart and I quite understand why not take the magazine borrow it until next week and something to think about when you’re alone and tucked up in bed, eh? I think not, Mr. Samuels but thanks all the same quite understand, Stuart, quite understand see you next Monday and have a really good look at the Equations on pages 6 to 7. I shall be testing you on those and don’t forget, stand up straight, that’s a good lad. I cycled home that evening feeling a little strange. I found the photos disturbing yet at the same time intriguing and didn’t quite know why. I’d never seen anything like them before. The following week’s lesson with Mr. Samuels was difficult to concentrate on, as I kept imagining how he had reacted when he first looked at the photos and whether his interest in them was something other than just physical posture. I fear you weren’t quite on the ball today, Stuart but still, good, very good has a ginger biscuit and tell me about your week. Have you been watching your physique, looking after your body as I suggested? I’m sure you have.' Yes, thank you Mr. Samuels.' Good, I’m delighted Pause and I knew that magazine would be useful for you to see. You did find it useful, didn’t you? I hope you did oooh, yes, very useful Mr. Samuels, thank you. Good, good Pause there’s something else I’d like to show you, something I think you’ll find quite helpful too. I certainly do you’ll have to come up stairs if you want to see it, as it’s hidden under a mountain of things. But I think you’ll find it interesting, if nothing else bring another biscuit. I didn’t say a word but curiously followed Mr. Samuels into the hall and up the stairs into what I presumed was his bedroom. Huge amounts of clothes hung over the backs of chairs and in various corners were assortments of books piled high in teetering formation. He scrambled inside his bedside table drawer and produced another magazine, a slightly larger one this time and handed it to me. I sat next to Mr. Samuels on the edge of his bed and slowly turned the pages. These are more picturesque, aren’t they Stuart? (Pause) Shows how we can develop and enjoy our bodies much more than just lying about on beaches and things like that. What do you think?' The first photo I looked at was of two lads with their legs crossed over each other and their mouths touching. One of the guy’s hands was touching the other they’ve got nice bodies, haven’t they Stuart. Don’t you think so? (Pause) You mustn’t be ashamed to agree, if you think so. When you see something really beautiful and perfect, surely it’s to be admired and enjoyed, isn’t it? I bet you have a nice firm body, Stuart when I was your age I would enjoy my body in several ways, especially if there was someone else there as well. Mr. Samuels placed his hand on my knee and began to stroke it thoughtfully. His touch was soft and exciting and I could feel waves running through me like I’d never experienced before. If this troubles you then I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop, Stuart? I was too shy to respond and just pretended that nothing untoward was happening. Mr. Samuels looked at me and smiled. He brushed aside a piece of hair that had fallen across my left eye and ran his fingers down my cheek. You have such nice delicate skin his hand was now rubbing itself across my stomach easing itself under my shirt and across my navel and I like lads with soft skins makes it so enjoyable to stroke.