Something changed in my life when I looked up and saw him. A beautiful young man in vest and jeans, sun shining and lighting his body as it hip-jerked with laughter. Tanned shiny muscles, soft but strong. Tight flat stomach, He knew he looked good. He pushed his body forward, he displayed his muscles, he turned easy and relaxed. His jeans were deliciously tight, bewitching. But I could see something else. Probably because I was that much older, I saw an insecurity, a lack of confidence. He was thrusting his body as if to prove that he was a sexual, animal man. It worked for me, but somehow it didn't look like he believed it himself.
Recently I'd been changing; I was seeing men in a different way. I had always been with women, but, as I got older, I found my mind preoccupied with what it would be like to be touching a man's body, making love. Really it was mainly about sucking a man. It filled more than my mouth; it filled my fantasies and excited me more than I could believe. As I looked at this young stud, I somehow knew that one day I could have a cock sliding between my lips and, if I let myself dream it could be his.
I've had lots of relationships with women. I adore sex and sex adores me. The delights of exploring with fingers, tongues and flesh, the spicy wetness of faces and bodies and wallowing in days of coming in, on, over and around each other. I still felt the drive and the energy for that but I was becoming distracted by the thought of stroking a soft long penis. Squeezing and stroking until it became a hard straight shaft pointing aggressively at my lips and tongue. I thought about it spurting to the back of my throat. Would I be able to swallow it? Would I want to? What would it do to me?
I actually practised a bit. I took make believe dicks into my throat and even used my own. I would shoot into my mouth and swallow with joy. I thrilled to see my hard head, nearly touching my lips; beads of milky juice seeping from an elegant and knowing eye, an eye that led to a fiery lust within me. And the shiny slit, that eye in the head of my beautiful cock glowing and tightening, looking like it would burst. And then it would. Streams of tasty juice shooting from that lip shaped hole hitting my tongue, my throat and, when I lost concentration, my eyes, nose and face. But even as I swallowed and groaned and smiled, all I saw before me was someone else's cock.
I looked at him and knew that it was a fantasy to think that I could achieve anything with him. I'd never done it before, except with myself, and I wouldn't have a clue as to how to get him to think that way; to let me fumble with words, buttons, fingers and probably give me a punch in the face. It was impossible. I gave him what I thought was going to be a last look and lingered while appreciating the bulge in his jeans. I tried to imagine how that bulge was formed so that I could take it into my sexual fantasy world. It looked good. I imagined hairless, smooth and straight with a proud compelling head as beautifully shaped as the muscles of his body.
Just as I was turning away with those images burning into my memory, he looked and, as if he knew me, waved and called 'Hi'. I showed with a shrug of my body that I didn't know who he was. I noticed that I did it with my arms spread wide and my hips pushed forward. It was meant to look like, who are you? But it was pushing my cock and balls forward, open and available. I had instantly started to flirt with this young man, as if he was a woman that excited me! That thrilled me, but he didn't notice. He came running down and I enjoyed every single twist of his amazing body as he hurried down the stairs towards me. He spoke quickly with an excited energetic voice.
"Hi, I'm Woody. You're my girlfriend's teacher; she talks about you a lot. She pointed you out at Mabey's."
As I'm not a teacher I thought he'd mistaken me, but I could at least be close to his tempting body for a little longer. As if I was a teacher, I leant towards him, my fingers cupping my chin (imagining I was supporting his balls) and asked him for his girl friend's name. He said "Lucia" and I instinctively knew it had to be my Lucia, Luss. I called her Luss because she was tough, soft and sensual with a lust for the exploration of every type of lust.
She told her parents she was having regular lessons with me to account for the afternoons of passion we had together. That must have been what made her say 'my teacher' when she had pointed me out at Mabey's. She'd told me her boyfriend was beautiful but sexually nervous. And so this must be him - Woody. He was more than beautiful and, if he was unsure of his sexuality, perhaps, and here I went into fantasy, I could be the one to help.
I talked about Lucia, a great student, so interesting, so alive, so talented in her studies (and she was!). I realised I had absolutely no idea what she'd said I was teaching her but Woody saved me. "She always says how stretched she feels when she does Psychology with you. She says it takes her into new areas."
It made me smile to think of those new areas and especially the stretching but I tried to keep to being the professor. "That's very nice of her and I have to say what a beautiful couple you must make. You are a very handsome, well-built young man. You must be so happy together, she is such a beautiful girl".
He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. A muscle in his neck went soft and turned to make an exquisite curl of shadow. His hips came forward in an embarrassed, docile way, as if saying there was a problem. I felt a pressure on my trousers as I started to harden. It was as if subconsciously he was opening up to me. I knew that if there was to be an opportunity, then this was it.
I told him, in a very paternal way, that if he had any difficulties with Lucia, he could talk to me. I knew her well, I was discrete and I had experienced many testing relationships. I said that I offered it for Lucia's sake, but it would be private between the two of us. I took his phone and put my name and number in and called it. As he said 'shall I give you my number?' my phone in my pocket gave its discrete bleeps. I motioned towards it knowingly and he laughed with a big white toothed open mouth.
I don't know whether it was the authority I'd deliberately shown or that an older man was fluent with his phone (luckily it was the same as mine). We both said 'nice meeting you' and I was so hot and hard and watched him walk away until he disappeared round a corner. Then I just watched the empty corner. A smile was growing on my face, quite fast, and then it sped up until lips told me they were going to actually crack.
* * * * *
When I got back I called Luss at her house, which I'd not done before, but she'd left her phone at mine. Her mother answered and said Lucia wasn't in. I said, please let her know she left her phone at mine, then gave my name. She was very suddenly excited. "Oh, we've heard so much about you and your teaching methods. Thank you for pushing her so very very hard. She says how thrilling it is - she's always exhausted after your lessons". I said that she was a wonderful psychology student and her mother replied "I thought it was Anatomy?"
Never assume that somebody will tell everybody the same thing! That was typical Luss. She doesn't like telling lies and so whenever she really has to, she tells one that suits her mood. Her mother knows she has a boyfriend, that she has sex, in the house, and very noisy sometimes. She knows that Luss is an adult and doesn't have to lie about anything. Except, the fact that she is having a wild passionately sexual friendship with an older man round the corner and her boyfriend doesn't know.
So, in generating the lies, Woody got Psychology and Mum got Anatomy. I liked discovering that, it was quite sexual. I heard myself say "The mind and the body are totally linked and your daughter is gifted enough to make Anatomy into Psychology, with such amazing success". There was an intake of breath, slow and then building up to a satisfied sigh that was also sexual. Any mum of Luss's would have to have a large part of sexual animal within her. I liked discovering that too.
When Luss phoned I told her everything, first about her Mum, to get that out of the way and then about Woody. She laughed and laughed and then went very quiet and then laughed some more, and a bit more. Then she was quiet for a little longer, cleared her throat, and I knew her whole body was doing a slinky shiver as the plan started to bubble out of her beautiful lips.
"I could encourage him to come and see you ... I'd heard how good you were at helping people". She started to get excited "I'll say... he used to be a ... sexual therapist .. yes yes yes ... before you moved here". She paused, and in a purring tone added "as long as we carry on with our lessons ... perhaps we could eventually combine them? That would be fun". I knew that she'd finished speaking with that same shiver. It was the sexy punctuation marks she put around her ideas.
I felt so wildly horny but she couldn't come round. We talked about Woody and she started to moan softly and told me that she was naked on her bed and touching herself. She said she'd tell me about Woody if I took my clothes off. She told me to describe what I saw as I undressed in front of the full-length mirror. So creative for such a young woman! She told me what she would do to my dick and balls and then started to talk about Woody. He's like a gentle puppy, gets very excited, works out to keep his muscles gorgeous, is wonderful to touch. Has an elegant dick, shorter than yours but thicker, very sensitive balls, wonderful arse, a really nice boy, very sexy, but he comes so quickly and then goes sad. That's made you harder, hasn't it?
I looked in the mirror and agreed. I talked about how much I wanted her and how excited I was about her boyfriend. My ball sac was so tight that it made my jutting straining cock look so smooth and touchable. There was the sound of Luss enjoying her body with the phone jammed under her chin. Then she spoke through her bouncing thumping groans. It's Woody you're holding. Give him pleasure. You're in the mirror with me licking and sucking you. It feels good, it feels.. oh ...
