Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 17:55:13 -0400 From: Daniel1989a . 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.