Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 10:28:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: SR
Subject: Tube School Days

I am a London resident and i would like to tell you about a true incident
that happened a few years back during the time i was working in my first
job near Fleet St in the late 70's early 80's.

It was around 7.30 in the morning and as usual me and my mate Gerry were
getting the tube from Turnpike Lane in North London, i was 17 and in my
first year at work in a Publishing Company in Central London and Gerry was
a trainee Printer studying at a College near Kings Cross, I had known Gerry
for a good few years he went to my Junior, Primary and Secondary school's
and we got up to all the usual Juvenile escapades that young mates do with
the addition that i had known i was ay from at least my early teens
although this was well hidden from most people.

We had been getting the Piccadilly Line for a good few months and had
marvelled at some of the characters you would get on the Underground, the
cross eyed Asian bloke with buck teeth who would shave with a cheap razor
and no cream, the stuffy city types with their umbrellas and briefcases and
of course Gerry would ogle the sexy young girls just like i would with all
the good looking men,not to mention the pair of false teeth we found on the
ledge behind the seat that had a cigar in it, who loves ya baby! and the
hand grip overhead that someone had jokingly left a condom hanging from.

It was a usual morning at the tube station, early enough for there not to
be too many people so we could at least get a seat on the train, we both
had the obligatory newspaper and were commenting on the usual headline
stories and pictures, sport etc, opposite us i noticed what appeared to be
a schoolboy reading a copy of the Beano (the Beano is a British schoolboy
comic with cartoon strips about various different characters such as Dennis
the Menance) not unusual i thought except he definitely didn't have the
body of a schoolboy, this bloke had a full beard, was at least 6ft tall and
must have weighed about 15 stone! i'd seen my fair share of eccentrics but
he was obviously a full grown man in Maroon shorts, blazer and cap wearing
almost knee length socks and sucking a lollipop.

Gerry picked up on this right away and made a comment to me about it, we
both struggled to understand what was going on and couldn't decide if he
was doing it for a bet, a joke or if he really could've been young enough
with such a mature body to be a pre Secondary school boy.

We looked around the carriage to see if anyone else had noticed or was
indeed in on the 'joke' but there was no indication that he was doing this
as a dare, he just carried on sucking his lollipop and occassionally
glancing over the top of the magazine to see what station the train was
stopping at, he had big muscular legs that were partly his build and partly
the type a rugby or footballer would develop after after years of training,
his face was handsome and had a full thick dark beard, his eyes were brown
and sharp, his hands were large and somehow it looked very peculiar when he
removed the lollipop from his mouth and held it in mid air just as he was
reading an obviously enthralling part of his comic, completely wrapped up
in his juvenille stories he was the archetypal school boy complete with
uniform, satchel and comic.

I found this all strangely a big turn on, the mystery of someone like this
travelling on a busy tube train in rush hour who seemed to be in a
schoolboy world of his own was a huge turn on for me, incidentally i've
never been attracted to younger blokes so it must have been the idea of a
big stocky, sexy bloke dressed up that was getting to me.

Every now and then he would stratch his leg and adjust his crotch, his
shorts were the old fashioned type that i had stopped wearing at age 11,
his socks were also the knee length variety that are not worn now and the
cap was just like one that a character in the Beano comic would wear circa
1950's, a big sweaty, meaty, full bearded adult schoolboy was my treat that
morning on the tube and i've never forgotten it, what a way to travel.

We left the train at the usual destination and i was secretly hoping he
would get off there too but he stayed on and only briefly glanced at us as
we left the train.

I haven't seen Gerry since the mid 80's and i wonder what he would make of
it now, it was a definite incident that as a gay man you wouldn't forget
for a long time and it's been a pleasure relaying it to you in this story.