Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 17:55:13 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Need Someone Older

Need Someone Older-Part 1


     Ever since I could remember, I always got along better with people who
were older than me. As a small boy I loved the attention that my grand
parents and older relatives gave me, and did everything I could to spend as
much time with them as possible. As I got older and started school, I
missed the attention and found myself trying to hang around the teachers as
much as I could, but with so many students, it wasn't easy. By the time I
was in middle school, even though I knew from the looks I got that many of
the girls and a few of the boys in my class found me attractive, I did not
feel the same way about them. I managed to get close to my science teacher
by volunteering to help out with lab experiments after school, but what I
really was starting to want was much more than just talk. I had been
masturbating ever since I discovered how to do it by accident one day, and
ever since my fantasies involved me being with older men. I thought my
first experience might have happened with my science teacher in grade 8,
but no matter what I did, he did not seem interested at all, which
surprised me. By the time I was in grade 8 I had grown some, had very dark
brown hair, bright deep blue eyes, and knew from the constant compliments I
got from friends, relatives and sometimes even strangers, that I was
considered a very good looking cute boy.

     The problem with my science teacher was that, in grade 8 I did not
really have enough experience or knowledge to let him know what I wanted
without being to obvious about it. I finally gave up on him and finished
the year. Over the summer when I wasn't working on my swimming, or
practicing my gymnastics, unlike other kids my age who were goofing around,
I was reading up online about the art of seduction. There was tons of
information on it, almost too much, so that at some points it got
confusing. Since I had been heavily into swimming and gymnastics for
several years, over the summer, after being suggested, my parents hired a
well known instructor for me. From our first meeting, he told me and my
parents that I was a natural, one of the most natural talents he had seen
in a long time and that if I worked at it, I would easily win the state and
maybe national comeptitions in my age range.

     One of the best things about my instructor was that he taught people
of all ages, which gave me the opportunity to check out other guys of all
ages in the locker room. While I noticed a few guys my age and younger
checking me out, I was always looking at the older guys, but even that was
not satisfying for me as the oldest guy was around 23. It was also over the
summer that I learned that on top of people thinking I was very good
looking, apparently from all my swimming and gymnastics, a lot thought I
had an amazing body too. As the summer wore on and my instructor worked me
harder and harder, I started to notice the change in my body when I looked
in the mirror, my chest, arms and shoulders had for sure put on muscle and
my abs were now getting well defined. I also noticed that my cock was
getting larger, along with my balls. It seemed the only thing that was not
growing was my height. I would be starting grade 9 soon and at 14 years of
age I was still only 5'1" tall, a full two inches below what was called
average for my age. Although as my coach told me my height actually helped
me in gymnastics, it also had the effect of making some people think I was
a couple years younger than I was. I knew there was nothing I could do to
make myself taller, so I stuck with my swimming, gymnastics and most of
all, my desire to be with an older man.

     Near the end of the summer, my coach was helping me as I was working
on the rings and when he reached up to help me down, I let go too soon
which made his hands slide up under my shirt and as I felt his hands run up
the sides of my torso all the way to my arm pits. It was the first time
anyone had touched me like that and it sent shock waves through my body,
and caused my cock to harden in my very tight gymnastics pants. My coach
apologised right away, telling me he was sorry several times as I
maneuvered my hands to cover my growing bulge. I thought about telling him
I wanted up again, which would leave my erection obvious, but I had seen
him with his wife and knew there was no way he would go for a kid my age.
The summer ended and I started high school as one of the shortest guys in
the school, but also one of the most popular with the girls, and from the
looks I got, some of the guys too. I tried out for the swim team, and
although the coach said I was a great swimmer, I just wasn't tall enough to
keep up with the better swimmers, but he told me if I grew, to try out
again. I was dis-appointed, mainly because it was one less chance for me to
look at the older guys in the locker room.

     When I tried out for gymnastics however, I was accepted right away as
one of the best in the school, and was delighted that the coach was a tall
man in his 50's, maybe early 60's. He wasn't especially good looking, but
he wasn't ugly either, looked like he had a few extra pounds around his
middle and had lost a lot of his hair, but to me, he looked perfect. When I
finished my ring routine he smiled widely and said,

     "Matthew, that was amazing, just incredible, not many guys your age
have the muscle structure to do the rings like that. You must work every
hard at it."

     I loved the attention he was giving me, and knowing he had been
looking at my muscles made my cock start to harden as I said,

     "Thanks so much Mr. Caruthers, I appreciate it. I know I need to work
very hard still and hopefully you will be available to help me out."

     He smiled widely at me and said eagerly,

     "Oh yes Matthew, I am here to help you anytime at all, anytime, with
anything you nee...."

     He seemed to sense that he was being too eager and stopped himself
from saying anything else, and I noticed his face reddened a bit, so to put
him at ease I smiled widely and I said,

     "Thanks Mr. Caruthers, I do a lot better with a good coach like you
pushing me, and knowing I can come to you anytime is a huge relief for
me. I hope you won't get sick of me because I plan on taking you up on your
offer a lot."

     My words did put him at ease and his smile returned to his face as he
said,

     "Oh Matthew, I don't think it would be possible to get sick of you,
and so you know, my office is right through those doors and they are always
open for you, anytime."

     I looked where he was pointing, then said,

     "I really want to go as far with my gymnastics as I can, it's very
important to me, maybe you could come up with a good schedule for me Sir."

     He smiled even wider and said,

     "I am very happy you are prepared to put in the work Matthew, I would
be only too happy to come up with a rigorous schedule for you, are you
available after school hours?"

     I surprised myself by saying,

     "I am available whenever you want me to be Sir."

     His smile filled his face as he said,

     "That's great Matthew, the school is pretty much empty shortly after
classes end at 3 pm, if you want, maybe we could meet here in the gym at
say 3:30 or so and put in an hour or more of work."

     I smiled at him and said I would be here, then went to my next class
when the bell rang. The rest of the day I thought about Mr. Caruthers,
there was something about him that made me think it was possible to go
further than gymnastics with him. Finally the final bell rang and students
practically ran for the doors to get out and I was amazed at how quickly
the school emptied. I put my books in my locker and grabbed my gym bag,
then headed downstairs and walked into the gym. Mr. Caruthers looked up
from what he was doing and a smile filled his face as he said,

     "Matthew, and you're early too, come in, come in."

     "What do you want me to work on Mr. Caruthers?"

     "How about we start with the rings?"

     I was hoping he would say that, as he would have to lift me up so I
could grab the rings.

     "Sounds good to me Sir, I'll just get changed and be right back."

     I went to the locker room and put on my black spandex shorts and a
sleevless t-shirt I always used when I was practicing, then walked back
into the gym. When Mr. Caruthers looked at me I thought I noticed his eyes
very briefly go to the bulge my cock made in the tight spandex, but it was
so quick, I couldn't be sure. I walked over to the rings and he grabbed me
around the waist and boosted me up until I grabbed them, he then watched as
I went through my routine, making suggestions on my form from time to time
until finally I swung, let go and landed on the floor.

     "That was very good Matthew, very good. Let's try again and try hard
to concentrate on keeping your arms level as you hang, it's very
important."

     I did my routine a few more times and though I knew he was checking
out my arms, I wanted to see if he would stare if I gave him more to stare
at, so as I pulled my t-shirt up and off I said,

     "Hope you don't mind Sir, but I'm getting too hot."

     I threw my t-shirt a few feet where it wouldn't be in the way and
though he hadn't seen me take it off when he looked at me now wearing just
my spandex shorts his eyes definately lingered on my naked torso and he
almost stammered as he said,

     "No, I don't mind Matthew."

     I walked to the rings and put my arms above my head, and this time his
hands touched my naked skin as he helped me up. The touch, although brief
sent ripples through my entire body almost like electricity and now he was
openly staring at my chest, abdomen, shoulders and arms, then caught
himself, coughed and said,

     "You have very good muscle definition for your age Matthew."

     I thanked him and then went through my routine as he made a couple
suggestions, but it was obvious he was spending more time checking me
out. I jumped down and after resting a bit walked to the rings and put my
arms up and this time his fingers lingered a bit before he lifted me and
one of them actually very briefly brushed my right nipple. As I hung there,
both of my arms straight out to my sides, which always caused my upper body
muscles to bulge, the combination of him staring at me and that brief touch
of my nipple casued my cock to start to harden. I tried to will it away,
but with no luck, in fact if anything it was getting even harder and if he
looked down just a bit, with the tight spandex he would notice. I briefly
ran my options over in my head and thought that getting a full hard on
while hanging in front of him would be too obvious, but I had to do
something very, very soon. An idea hit me, it seemed good and I didn't have
time to think it right through so I made a sound and then let go of the
rings. I planned to land normally, but in my haste I mis-judged and landed
a bit off and then cried out as I felt a muscle strain in my right leg.

     Mr. Caruthers was there right away and asked,

     "Matthew, are you okay?"

     "I think so, I pulled something in my leg Sir."

     "Do you need an ambulance, is it bad?"

     I carefully stood up and then gently put weight on my right leg, then
winced as a slight pain told me I had mildly strained something. Luckily I
had had things like this before and knew it was nothing a good massage
wouldn't cure. I said,

     "No Sir, I'm not hurt that much."

     I kept my back to him so he wouldn't see my now fully hard cock
bulging in my shorts and as I tried to walk it off, I wondered if this
would be a great opportunity to see if I could go farther with him. My
heart started to pound and I almost decided against it but then said,

     "I've had strains like this many times Sir, it's nothing a massage
won't cure Sir."

     I then bent down and awkwardly tried to start rubbing the back of my
own thigh and knew he was watching my every move and was probably wondering
if he should offer to massage it for me, but I knew he was probably nervous
so I said,

     "Kind of an awkward thing to try and do to myself, maybe I should see
if the nurse is still here Sir."

     I heard him clear his throat and then say,

     "She leaves everyday right at 3 Matthew, but if you want I started out
studying to be a doctor so I have medical training, then I studied massage,
so I could help you out if you like."

     I looked around at him, still keeping the front of my shorts covered,
smiled and said,

     "Yes that would be amazing if you don't mind Sir."

     "No I don't mind at all Matthew, let's go into my office, I have a
massage table in there, will be more comfortable."

     I walked first, limping much more than I needed to and pausing a few
times to rub the back of my thigh, then opened the door and walked in to
his office, with him right behind me. There was a large desk covered with
papers, shelfs with a lot of trophies on them, a few pictures on the wall
of teams he had coached and against the far wall a black padded massage
table. Above the table there was a shelf that had a stethoscope and some
other medical equipment I had seen my doctor use on me for my physicals. He
said,

     "Why don't you lay down on the table and we'll get you fixed up
Matthew."

     I walked to the table and lay down on my stomach and put my head on
the pillow, amazed at how comfortable it was, and happy that for now my
erection would not be waving around.

     "Matthew, can you point to where it hurts please."

     I reached my right arm back and motioned to the back of my thigh above
the knee, then feeling bold, ran it up to just below my right butt cheek. I
had my head on it's side so I could see him and noticed that his eyes were
now firmly gazing at my butt through my tight spandex shorts, and hoped he
was excited about needing to massage so high on my thigh. He cleared his
throat and said,

     "Okay, please let me know if I am massaging too hard."

     I told him I would and then a few sonds later his hands touched the
back of my thigh, just above my knee, and started gently massaging the
muscle there. The way he had his hands, his fingers were down each side of
my thigh and his thumbs were working the muscle on the back of it. It felt
so good that before I could stop it, I let out a low moan, then heard him
say,

     "I take it that means I am hitting the right areas."

     "Yes Sir."

     He stayed there for a while then moved his hands up a couple inches so
he was now massaging the middle of the back of my thigh, just below the leg
band of my shorts. I moaned again, this time on purpose and because it felt
so good and because I wanted him to feel at ease to go higher. He kept
checking where my eyes were looking, so I closed them enough that he would
think they were fully closed, but allowing me to still see him and when I
did he relaxed more and was obviously checking out my butt. He paused his
massage for a second and I thought he was going to move higher, but instead
I saw his hand go to his crotch and adjust what had to be his own
erection. I was now so horny that I thought my own erection would burst
through the table just as he said,

     "I'm going to go a bit higher now, okay Matthew?"

     "Yes Sir please do."

     He moved his hands up closer to my butt cheek and now his fingers were
only inches from my shorts covered balls which caused me to moan even
louder. The only problem was, he was massaging over my spandex shorts now,
instead of reaching under them. I needed to change this so a minute later I
said,

     "Ummm Sir, could you rub under the shorts please, the spandex is
burning my thigh a bit."

     I heard him clear his throat and knew that the thought of doing that
was exciting to him, but he said,

     "Are you sure Matthew?"

     I had to see, so I said,

     "Yes Sir, it's sore right up to my butt cheek now, and you rubbing on
the spandex is irritating my skin Sir."

     I watched as he adjusted his erection again, then cleared his throat
and said,

     "I won't be able to reach that high under your shorts, they're too
tight Matthew."

     I knew this was a huge moment and my heart pounded in my chest as I
almost called the whole thing off, but then I caught myself and said as
casually as I could,

     "Okay Sir, I'll have to get up and pull them down, or you can just do
it for me Sir."

     He cleared his throat again and then again and I thought he was not
going to do it, but then he said,

     "Okay Matthew, raise your hips a bit please."

     I raised my hips a few inches off the table and wondered how far he
would go, would he just pull them down a bit, or all the way off. I started
to silently kick myself for missing the chance to pull them all the way off
myself when I felt his fingers grab the waistband of my shorts and start to
pull them down. I felt my shorts be pulled down until both my butt cheeks
were exposed, then farther down until both my thighs were exposed, then as
I felt them going farther, I raised my knees and a second later my shorts
were pulled down my calves and then all the way off and I was laying naked
on Mr. Caruthers massage table. I kept my eyes so he thought they were
closed and saw him toss my shorts all the way across the room where they
hit the wall and fell to the floor. For the first time a man, other than my
doctor, was seeing me with no clothes on and the sensation was so intense I
felt my cock pulsing between my body and the table.

     I could see that Mr. Caruthers eyes were feasting on my naked backside
and that one of his hands again went to his crotch to I assumed, adjust his
erection. My own erection was throbbing so much it was getting a bit
painful, so when I saw him look away I quickly reached under to adjust it,
but he looked back so quickly that instead of it pointing up towards my
head and covered by my body, it was now pointing straight down towards my
feet. I heard Mr. Caruthers take in a deep breath and knew that right now
he was looking at my foreskin covered head and first inch ot two of my very
erect cock as it throbbed and did it's best to stretch right down to my
feet. I thought about reaching under and pulling it back under my body but
decided against it and waited for him to start up the massage again.

     I could see he was pausing, with his hands just inches away from my
naked body and was about to say something to urge him on when suddenly his
hands went around my mid thigh and his thumbs started working the
muscles. He had already done this part, but I figured he was working his
courage up to go farther so I said,

     "That part is pretty good Sir, maybe you could work higher please."

     He took in a deep breath and then his hands moved up until the top of
his hands were only about an inch from the bottom of my butt and the way
his fingers were, if he moved them at all, they would trace over my now
exposed foreskin covered cock head. I let out a moan without meaning to, it
just felt so good and then as he worked his hands up another inch my cock
throbbed so hard that I felt my foreskin pull all the way back, revealing
my very sensitive cock head. Again, I moaned even louder, not because I was
trying to, but because I was now hornier than ever before in my life. My
foreskin had never pulled back by itself before and the sensation was so
intense that it took all my will power to hold back from shooting my
load. I heard Mr. Caruthers clear his throat a couple times and knew he was
probably getting nervous so to urge him on, I spread my legs even wider and
at the same time pushed my body back a bit causing the head of my cock to
briefly rub against his finger.

     I had been naked and even had my cock touched by my doctor, but this
was the first time anyones finger had touched my erect penis head and I
could not hold back, I moaned loudly. This seemed to urge Mr. Caruthers on
as he moved his hands a bit higher, I raised my hips allowing more of my
cock to stretch down towards them, and then all his finger tips were just
barely touching parts of my epxosed cock as his thumbs worked the muscles
of my lower butt cheek. I couldn't help it anymore, I moaned even louder,
louder than ever before in my life and at the same time I pushed my hips
down so that his fingers ran along the under side of my cock head and a
couple inches of my shaft. I then let out an even louder moan, and since he
didn't move his hands, but he did push his fingers down a bit, causing more
friction between them and my cock, I moved my hips again faster this time,
which caused my foreskin to be pulled back tightly and I moaned even
louder. He pushed his fingers down a bit more, trapping my cock against the
table, so when I moved my hips it was almost like he was jerking me off,
but he wasn't moving his fingers. I heard him breathing heavily, so I
thrust my hips up, then down, then up and then down quickly, and with his
fingers holding my cock in place, this caused my foreskin to be pulled back
very tightly, then I moaned, raised my hips off the table and shot spurt
after spurt of my cum onto the table and his fingers.

     I kept moving my hips until my cock was drained and then opened my
eyes wide and looked at his eyes and said,

     "Thank you Sir, that was just what I needed."

     He seemed to realx, then he smiled at me, patted my butt cheeks and
said,

     "It was my pleasure, anytime Matthew."

     Even though I had just cum, my cock had not softened at all, and
wanting to keep this going I got an idea and said,

     "Well, you sure fixed up my thigh, but since I'm here and you did
study to be a doctor and I see you have equipment, maybe you should give me
a physical while I'm here."

     I watched as his eyes opened wide with surprise, then saw him smlie
wide, then he said,

     "I think that would be a very good idea Matthew, why don't you turn
over and sit on the edge of the table?"


Authors note. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Pleaselet me know what
you think and give suggestions for part 2.