Cmnm 101 Ch 01

Chapter 1

Starting studies at the university meant moving out from my childhood home to live alone in a tiny studio apartment. While the rent was cheap, I didn't have much of an income and my savings wouldn't last forever. As an outgoing guy studying international marketing, I quite quickly got a sales job on a local electronics store that would keep me busy on Saturdays. The salary was just about enough to cover the rent and that gave me some sort of security. I wasn't much into partying either since I didn't care about alcohol, and I was hoping to start building networks beyond the fellow students as well.

In a new city had to start building other kinds of networks as well. Back then we didn't have Grindr since phones were used for talking and texting, but there were certain circles of likeminded people and once you got in, you didn't need anything else. I found mine at the swimming pool I frequented and couldn't help but notice a group of seniors visiting there nearly every day. The way how they looked at me in the sauna and showers left no room for misunderstandings. They wanted my ass, and I had nothing against it. The place was quiet in the daytime and often there were just me and them in the men's side. While there could not have been any public encounters, in the sauna I always sat in between them and did not mind them fondling my body - I even made the access easier by opening my legs wider. Had to be careful if anyone else would enter, but most of the time we had our privacy.

I had always been interested in older gentlemen, even senior citizens, and catering to their needs. At the age of 19, as a blonde skinny student who was able to maintain a conversation, I was probably quite a catch. As a freshman I was busy with the studies, so I didn't meet men more than probably 1-2 times a month. I guess that was still enough for word of mouth, since the men I met passed my contact information to their friends and that then lead to something else. I was happy how little effort it took from my side to stay active and also of the safety when knowing that every new man was a friend of someone else I already knew. It also didn't feel like I was a whore willing to give my ass to anyone. Well, technically I was, but that's not the point.

Most of my encounters were just being a companion for an hour or two who didn't mind being groped, hugged, or kissed. Often that led to myself being face down, ass up, banged by my host on his bed. I always got some tips, so it was a win-win for me, getting laid by experienced gentlemen but also getting some pocket money. I learned a lot of various fetishes and I'm going to write about those encounters later. For me wearing girly things like white knee socks, plaid skirt and white button shirt was probably the best since I was a crossdresser anyway with strong desire on stockings and heels.

One of my greatest memories, however, began when I was introduced to an older retired professor. He had made his career in the same university I studied at, but his field was different so even if he still taught lessons there, they wouldn't have been in my degree. He was physically fit and while balding with silver hair, he didn't look like he was over 70 that he was. He always dressed well and even at home wore a suit vest, press trousers and brown Oxford shoes. He had reading glasses that he typically had low on his nose. His apartment had enough books for a small library, and he spent most of his days in his big leather Chesterfield armchair reading something.

When I first arrived at his apartment near the university campus, I had very little information about what he was primarily interested in. I only was given the acronym CMNM - clothed man, naked man. I was obviously expected to be the naked man. I wasn't sure if any actual sex was going to be involved but was open with whatever direction it would go. Just in case, I had prepared by completely shaving myself and also with enema to be thoroughly clean for him. This sounded like an easy gig for me so I was happy to see what the next couple of hours would be like.

He opened the door in his formal home attire, and we exchanged some pleasantries. He took my jacket and hung it in the closet. He went straight to business, pointing at a small table next to the door and said I could leave my clothes there and then follow him to his study room. I understood what he meant but I was still a bit, if not shocked at least surprised of his directness. I also liked that he clearly knew what he wanted and communicated it well.

I was fully naked in no time and followed him. He sat down in his armchair and pointed me at a spot where to stand next to him. He was observing me carefully, occasionally reaching out and touching my arm or grabbing my ass. My shaven balls seemed to interest him, and he fondled them for long. I didn't feel humiliated at all standing naked in front of a fully clothed professor, without even knowing if he had anything sexual on his mind. My cock was semi-hard, so the situation did have an effect on me. It was quite cool actually. I hadn't thought of being an exhibitionist and probably I wouldn't be as comfortable in any public places, but here it all felt so natural.

He took a book and started reading. Every now and then he raised his eyes from the book to have a look at my body. He didn't look up to my eyes, just my body. I felt objectified, like I was a statue for him - just missing a pedestal, but for some reason I didn't have a problem with that at all. I was simply waiting for him to make his next move.

I stood there for maybe half an hour watching him reading his book. Then he quietly asked if I could prepare him some tea. I thanked him, turned around and went to his kitchen. I put fresh water in the kettle and turned it on, and while waiting for it to boil found a silver tray and put a teacup and saucer on them. I also found some biscuits that I circled around the saucer and a cup of jam and honey and cut a slice of lemon with them. I have never worked as a waiter, but I was quite proud of my version of a five o'clock tea. I put some Earl Gray on tea infuser, poured hot water on it and took the whole tray back to him. I placed it on a table next to him and took a step back, assuming my position.

He took a sip of tea and dipped a generous amount of strawberry jam on a biscuit. He put the teacup back on the tray. With a biscuit in his hand, he reached out to me and touched the tip of my cock with the jam. My cock was instantly rock hard. He took more jam and smeared it all over my shaft. I didn't have a clue on what was going on, but I was also hornier than ever before. He then took a bit of the biscuit and sipped more tea. He then took another biscuit, and this time scraped some jam from my cock, with drops of precum. He ate that too with pleasure. I knew how he would expect to have his jam served in the future.

When he was finished with the tea, he placed the tray on the floor. With a quiet tone he again asked me to kneel down and cum on the tray. I did that with pleasure, grabbed my jam-covered cock and started to jack off furiously. He sticks his finger in the honey jar and then into my mouth. I was sucking his finger while masturbating for him. I could not believe how horny I was about all that experience. It didn't take long until I emptied my balls over the silver tray. I squeezed my cock one final time, then stood up back on my position. He picked up the tray and placed it on the table next to him. He dipped his finger again in honey and started massaging my ass with it. I had problems standing there steady, especially when I felt his honey-covered finger entering my ass. He was watching me with great attention while finger-fucking my ass. That was really something.

He pulled out from my ass, and I took a moment to catch my breath. I didn't realize how intense it all was. He took one more biscuit and dipped it into my strawberry-flavored cum that had formed a big pool on the tray. I watched him intently scooping my cum and then putting it in his mouth. I looked down and noticed I was rock hard again. He stood up and stuck his honey-covered finger into my mouth. I was grateful of the enemas I had earlier so there wasn't much taste of my ass. I was sucking his finger hard to get all the sticky honey out of it. When he felt I was ready, he pulled out his finger and sat back on the chair.

We spent a moment in quiet. He then thanked me for the serving, and I took the tray back to kitchen, washed the dishes and put them back to closet. Again, I couldn't believe myself how just like that I had turned from a student to waiter to maid. Naked maid, that is. He asked me if I was available the following week at the same time, and sure I was. I went back to the corridor, put my clothes, put the envelope he gave me in my pocket on and left. The past two hours had been intense, and I wasn't sure why it all had such an impact on me. He didn't even fuck me and still I felt like I was totally spent. I wanted more of this.