young Ben and older Bob

So there I was, living away from home for the first time, studying
engineering at University. Initially it felt strange not knowing anyone,
but friendships formed quickly, some out of necessity, some taking a bit
longer and some to last a long time. Having easy access to friendly young
women was fantastic but that is not what this tale is about. You see I also
had an interest in older men. This is a true story about what was at first
a friendship between myself (a student) and Bob, a senior university
lecturer, which later became a bit more than just friendship.

It was great having lectures in the lovely old building which was to become
my educational home for the next 3 years. I felt really important as a
engineering undergraduate. My week was full of lectures most of which were
enjoyable. On the whole the lecturers were enthusiastic and friendly, but
there was one lecturer who stood out, it was almost as if he devoted his
life to his job, giving students that helping hand that some, if not all,
needed.

He was always accommodating, even running to cups of tea between lectures
in his small study, for anyone who cared to knock on his door. A while
later I found out he invited students to his home for chats and general
discussion, and on a few occasions I did go along, only to find the lounge
packed to the rafters ! Of course I was too busy chasing the fairer sex to
spend any time doing anything else, missing some of those ‘early’ nine
o’clock lectures as a result.

On the odd occasion that I did bump into Bob when I was between lectures,
he would without fail invite me in for a cup of tea which I sometimes took
up, and sometimes declined, but I always thought about it. Now that I was
at university, my self esteem was high and I was really enjoying life. I
flattered myself that this small amount of attention I was getting from
Bob, was in some way a message from him that he wanted to see a bit more of
me. As time passed I allowed these thoughts to grow inside of me.

My freshman first year came and went and all too soon it was Christmas at
the end of the first term of my second year. There was a engineering
department dinner/disco to which most students and many of the teaching
department attended, including Bob. I made sure I did plenty of mixing,
chatting to everyone, including Bob, indeed we chatted in a small group for
quite a while. During this chat I made my excuses for a genuine reason to
visit the little boys room, as I was desperate to have a pee.

Almost as soon as I started relieving myself, Bob was alongside me at the
next urinal. I looked up and in the same moment said ‘Oh Hi’ and having
just been chatting to him I gave him a big smile. As I looked into his
face I noticed his gaze was down below watching me relieve myself. Under
normal circumstances if two chaps bumped into to each other in the toilets,
then they would say hello and perhaps steal a glance at each other, but no
more than that.

Well whatever the circumstances were, I had had quite a lot to drink and I
had lost some of my inhibitions. After I noticed Bob looking down at me, I
unhooked the top of my trousers and pushed the front of my pants down to
expose myself further, in fact I cupped my hand under my balls, now pushing
everything into clear view. I wanted him to have a really good look. I
turned again to Bob and his gaze down below was unwavering as if it were
the most natural thing in the world. While shaking the last drip off, I
played with myself for more than a few seconds before zipping up and
returning to the melee.

By the end of the evening I was somewhat tipsy and was wondering how I was
going to get home. Out of nowhere Bob appeared and offered me a lift back
which I was grateful to accept. On the way back he asked if I’d like a
coffee at his place which I said yes to. Now I was starting to sober up and
wondering if I had made the right choice, in fact I was a little
nervous. At Bob’ house we looked at a few photo albums, then he showed me
around the house. We went upstairs and explained that he was doing a bit
of renovation work, but the spare room had no bed. He showed me every room
except his bedroom.

Bob then said I could stay over if I wanted to. I did think about it for a
moment but I lost my nerve saying no I had better get back as the next day
I needed to be up early which was true. In retrospect I could have stayed
as I know Bob would have given me a lift back at any time I cared to
mention. I lost my nerve mainly because I didn’t know Bob well enough. I
think I was worried that if anything of an intimate nature had happened
between us then I wasn’t sure what the affect would be on our student /
lecturer relationship.

As the three years of my course was nearing completion I had started to get
to know Bob more as a friend and less as a teacher, I repected him
completely, I learned that he was utterly trustworthy and later I learned
he was totally discrete. After I left university I made sure I kept in
touch. Then a couple of years later I rang him out of the blue and invited
myself for a flying visit on the pretext I was travelling through, which as
a matter of fact I was. Now a little older and wiser, I had overcome what
ever reservations I had had previously and I wanted to make myself
available to Bob . This was of course if Bob wanted it too, that I didn’t
know, but I wanted to find out.

Upon my arrival it was obvious he hadn’t forgotten me which was very
gratifying and as usual he was very accommodating and put me in his spare
room which now had a bed ! We went out for the evening and had a very nice
meal, then it was back to his place. We had coffee and chatted, but then
it was late and time to retire to bed. After washing and brushing up I
jumped naked into my bed in the spare room, but left my door open and light
on as if I was having a quick read before lights out.

Within a couple of minutes Bob came in and asked me to sign his visitors
book, so I rolled over onto my front and in the same movement I tried to
‘accidentally’ move the quilt to reveal my backside. I was so nervous I
could barely write anything in his book but managed a scribble. As he rose
from the side of the bed to leave, I realised the moment had come and I
quickly blurted out ‘do you mind if I sleep with you tonight ?’ trying to
sound as calm as possible, Bob instantly responded ‘of course not’ and
smiled. He then left the room with the book.

I let him leave the room and I climbed out of bed. I looked at myself in
front of the spare room’s dressing mirror to check if I looked ok. I tidied
the bed. I arranged my clothes. I was very nervous and I was putting off
walking into Bob’ bedroom. I was only moments away from finding if Bob and
I were on the same wavelength.

Finally I walked slowly and calmly into his room without a stitch on, he
was waiting for me and as I appeared at the doorway he didn’t take his eyes
off my midriff, exactly as our encounter at the departmental disco. I then
slowly climbed into his bed, lingering with my bottom in the air before
slipping under the quilt. A couple of minutes elapsed before Bob reappeared
from the bathroom, switched off the bedside lamp, and slipped into bed
beside me. He was taller and a bigger build than me, so I naturally rolled
towards him once he was in bed.

I had my back to him but he quickly enveloped me in a big bear hug and
turned me onto my back and immediately his hand was stroking my cock which
was now slowly but surely becoming more erect. He whispered into my ear
‘how did you know?’ I replied along the lines of this story, that a
lingering look tells a thousand words ! Next he whispered ‘I expect you
have slept with hundreds of men’ to which I replied truthfully ‘actually
no, you are only the second’. He complemented me on my boldness to which I
replied how surprised I was that it was actually happening and I explained
that I had wanted it to happen for a long time.

Both his hands were now working all over my body exploring every part of
me, and he pulled my hand to rest on his cock which was semi erect. I was
not to move my hand, apart from stroking him, for some considerable time. I
was now really enjoying lying under a nice warm quilt next to Bob while his
hand was gently massaging my balls and my cock, I couldn’t ask for more.

After a while I moved his hands off me and I changed position so that my
face was lying sideways on his tummy and right next to his cock. His penis
was shorter than mine but it was much thicker. I moved my face right next
to it so I could now smell the scent of his manhood. I slowly moved my lips
to touch the tip of his cock. I slowly peeled back his foreskin and kissed
the tip again. It felt moist so I licked it and it tasted a bit salty, but
not at all unpleasant. I then licked and then parted my lips and allowed
his penis to enter my mouth. The mushroom shaped end was bigger than I was
anticipating with my lips being stretched a little, but it did all fit in
my mouth. It was nice and soft and very smooth. I lay there sucking and
licking his cock for quite a while. I tried to get as much of him inside my
mouth as I could. I wanted to give Bob pleasure, I wanted to please him.

After I had finished I lay back alongside Bob . By now I was fully erect
but more relaxed and was able to thoroughly enjoy the very intensive
examination I was receiving. I had always wanted Bob’ hands on me and now
it was finally happening, the moment seemed unreal. I was relaxed but not
relaxed enough for Bob to bring me to orgasm for a very long time. He must
have had very strong fingers, wrists and forearms because he stroked me for
such an age before finally I felt myself coming. I let out a little gasp as
I came, the spurts landing on my tummy and on Bob’ fingers.

This was the first time a man had ever made me come and I told Bob that it
was probably the most memorable orgasm I had ever had and it was true. Now
it was his turn, he lay on his back and asked me to stroke his balls while
he pulled himself off. I gently played with his balls while he was
coming. With a couple of enormous breaths he came. If I thought the evening
was over I was wrong as he was not finished with me just yet. He set about
me once again and before I knew it I had another erection, this time I came
a bit more quickly, again with a soft moan as I enjoyed his marvellous
touch. Finally Bob came once again and with that we dropped off to sleep.

In the morning I ran myself a bath with plenty of bubbles, there is nothing
like relaxing in soapy bubbles. Bob popped in and asked me if everything
was ok and I asked if he wouldn’t mind washing my back for me. He quickly
soaped up a sponge and started rubbing my back for me. Pretty soon he was
rubbing my chest and asked if I wanted him to carry on to which I replied
yes please. I raised myself to my knees and with his right hand he started
soaping up my very stiff cock and balls and with his left hand was washing
my bottom. He washed each cheek carefully with plenty of soap before
finally working a soapy finger inside my bottom.

With two soapy hands gently working on me, I was in seventh heaven, in fact
I had to lean against Bob as I was feeling a little dizzy. Eventually I got
out of the bath and dried myself, but before I got dressed Bob asked if I
wouldn’t mind him taking a few photos. I was delighted that he would want
some photos of me, so I gladly posed for him, my erection being the centre
piece for some of the photos.

Finally it was time for a quick breakfast before I was on my way. We said
our goodbyes in the hallway with a big hug. As his arms enveloped me I
reached behind and pushed his hands down over my bum to feel his hands
groping my buns one last time.

Later that day I rang Bob to thank him for having me, he asked when I was
coming to visit again and could I stay longer next time. Within a few
minutes of putting the phone down I was so excited I had worked myself up
to another orgasm and then had another later that evening, all the time
imagining it was not my hand but that I was in Bob’ firm grip.

I did visit Bob again, in fact several times, and each visit was very
pleasurable. I may find time to write about these visits one day.