The Professor and his Protégé

When mum came out of hospital she wasn't able to go back to her old job so she got a job at popular cafe in the national park. It was posher than your average cafe, offering their own blend of speciality coffees, teas and home-made cakes. The coffee was particularly good thanks to the choice of beans and the expensive espresso machine. I would often pop into the cafe when out mountain biking with my mates.

I was just leaving one day and gave my mum a quick kiss on the cheek and told her I loved her when an older man walked in.

"Is this your son"? He asked mum.

"Yes", she replied.

"What a lovely young man he is, kissing his mum in front of his mate".

Mum said that I was a lovely son and that she was very proud of me.

"Let me shake your hand young man"

I shook the man's hand and introduced myself. I noticed straight away that he had big strong hands and a firm handshake. Mum introduced him as James or as we call him the "Professor". He's retired and a regular here, he has a coffee everyday and reads his paper.

Still with his hand clasping mine he said to call him Jack.

"Good to meet you Sir", I replied.

"Jack", he replied.

"Good to meet you Jack", I smiled.

I looked him up and down as mum and he chatted. He was about 6ft tall with grey hair and steel blue eyes. He was a stocky man with a broad chest, I could see his nipples poking through his shirt and I found myself getting aroused. I couldn't help but check out his crotch area but like other men his age his trousers were baggy.

That summer I finished my A levels and mum got me a job at the cafe while I waited for my results to come through. I was hoping if I got good grades to go onto University.

The Professor or Jack as he liked to be called came in everyday and we would often chat. One day he caught me checking him out. He had a fat cock and for once I could clearly see it curled up sticking half way down the inside of his leg. He smiled and seemed to like that fact I was looking.

One day he asked if I would like to come to London with him and he would show me the sites. Not the normal touristy things but a bit of culture including the opera. I wasn't so sure but mum thought it was a great idea.

Jack took it upon himself to educate me in the finer things of life. In London he bought me my first tuxedo, took me to the theatre and introduced me to classical music. We dined at London's finest restaurants. He was a fascinating, entertaining man and I was beginning to get a big boy crush on him.

I came to realise during that week in London that jack was gay but closeted. It did, however, soon become apparent to me that he was attracted to me, that he likely fantasized about me throughout that week. He never did or said anything directly but there were small jokes or hints here and there, suggestive questions or comments. I found myself enjoying this.

On the last day he suggested we do something that I might like to do so I suggested we hire a couple of bikes. We cycled all around London and along the Thames. With all my studying I hadn't done much cycling and when we got back to the hotel my thighs and calves were burning. He offered to make it better, he had me sit down on the couch while he kneeled in front of me between my legs and massaged my calves and thighs.

I found his touch very erotic and couldn't help but get aroused. I think we both ended up blushing. Jack took the edge off by joking about my tatty old briefs.

He smiled and said, "I don't know about buying you smart suits, when what you really needed was some new briefs. You not going to impress the girls with those are you".

I blushed and rather rashly replied that I wasn't that interested in girls. Jack ignored this and went off to have his shower.

The next morning I overslept. I looked over to Jack's bed but he wasn't in it. I gave him a shout expecting him to be in the shower but he was nowhere to be seen. A few hours later he returned with a present for me. I was still in my pyjamas that mum had insisted I bring with me.

"Here, this is for you", he said. "Thanks for being such a fantastic companion and indulging an old man".

I took the present off him and opened it. Inside was a flimsy pair of baby blue briefs. I was a bit shocked and went bright red and so did Jack. I thanked him but didn't really know what to say. Then he suggested I might like to try them on.

"Really", I laughed.

"Yes", Jack replied, "I insist".

I went into the bathroom and slipped on the briefs, they were tiny and very tight.

"Are you coming out"? Jack shouted.

I walked back into the room rather sheepishly.

He looked me up and down, I could see the lust in his eyes and I knew he wanted me. I wanted him too but didn't know how to make the first move. There was an awkward silence and then Jack said right lets get on.

We returned home after a week spent together in a London hotel. There was incredible sexual tension between us but it seemed like neither of us new how to make the first move at least not yet!