Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 08:32:45 +0200
From: Roger Smith <insideleg@europe.com>
Subject: The Maths Teacher

The Maths Teacher: a gay story of youthful encounter.

In the summer of '59 my parents sent me to a local maths teacher for much
needed private coaching. I was barely fourteen, and though I say it myself
quite a pretty young boy. Mr. Samuels 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,
I'd be shocked if you were. I hope you're not ? I think they're artistic.'

'I think I should be going now, Mr. Samuels, if you don't mind.'

'Of course, Stuart ? I quite understand. Why not take the magazine; borrow
it until next week. 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 ? have 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) I knew that magazine would be useful for you
to see. You did find it useful, didn't you? I hope you did.'

'Oh, 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 naval) 'I like lads
with soft skins makes it so enjoyable to stroke.'

I was now hard and wet and I could sense my breathing changing as he began
unbuttoning my flies and running his fingers across my swelling.

'Young lads are so nice, Stuart, so nice. They smell differently and taste
good too.'

I lay back and allowed him to ease my pants down to my ankles exposing my
throbbing penis to his touch. His face lit up with pleasure as he examined
it carefully, controlling every stroke delicately as though wanting to give
me as much pleasure as he could. As I closed my eyes hoping that it would
soon all pass I sensed his hot breath then his tongue and then his lips
playing with my member. It was wonderful.

'I hope you're enjoying yourself, Stuart. I do hope so. This is what men
like to do to with each other. It makes them happy and warm. Are you
feeling happy and warm?'

I nodded, my eyes still firmly closed, as he pulled my foreskin back and
forth in a gentle circling movement. Then his mouth was upon it again. He
sucked hard and deep fingering my anal passage at the same time. I could
feel myself about to burst and didn't know what to say. Suddenly he
stopped.

'Stuart, I hope you're not offended by what I'm doing. I only want to make
you happy. You have such a nice penis, especially for one so young. I want
to pleasure it and make you happy. Don't be embarrassed at the results.'


As he spoke I could sense the rustle of clothes as he began to undo his
trousers and slide down his pants.

'You don't have to do anything if you don't want. But I just wanted to
share my arousal with you as well.' He leant forward and taking my hand
placed it on his throbbing member. It was huge and warm The very touch
excited me even more and I allowed him to ease my fingers around the shaft
and teach me how to play with it. I had never been so excited. Samuels
obviously sensed this as well as he began to crawl over me and rubbed his
tool across my mouth.

'Just open your mouth slightly, Stuart, there's a good lad. You are a good
lad. I always knew you would be and that we could have fun together
sometimes.'

Slowly he eased the head of his cock into my mouth. It tasted salty and
warm and inviting.

'Just use your soft lips, Stuart, and run your tongue up and down the
side. That's right. You're sucking so well. I knew you'd like this. You do
like it don't you? Now, put your hand behind me and finger me in the same
way that I did you.'

I followed his instructions to the gaping hole of his warm arse. It was
hairy and damp and as I fingered it I could feel his cock grow more and
more in my mouth.

'Goodness, Stuart, I didn't expect that we'd go so far on our first
meeting. You are good. I must introduce you to Daniel he's beautiful like
you, around the same age too. He also has a lovely firm soft body which I
like to .... Ah ...'

Just then Mr. Samuels quickly withdrew from my mouth as a long stream of
hot liquid leapt across my chest. He smiled and climbed away.

'You're very good, Stuart. Now why don't you just lie back and relax while
I make you happy as well.'

I did as he said and once again felt the warmth of his mouth and tongue
work its way up and down my swollen cock. He wet his finger and inserted it
into my crack, licked down to my balls and breathed in the aroma. I felt
myself lose control as I filled his mouth with my hot warm liquid.

My Monday sessions were never quite the same again.