Eric's story

Introduction

 1980’s

 A time where the only visible gay men were usually the feminine and camp, no one daring to believe that gay men could be masculine or manly. A time when the seedy location of public toilets and cruising grounds were still the most common way to meet other men, often married and living a double life.  Communal showers and changing rooms were still common place, whilst the private cubicles that offered privacy had began to appear in a few swimming pools and gyms they had not yet spread widely. There was not yet the paranoia around showering together with other men, although it was joked about loudly in derogatory terms nobody actually thought anything wrong about being naked around other men in such places, and in turn they provided a place for the curious, the bisexual and the gay to view displays of bare flesh that would otherwise not be read-ably available, and the possibility to meet other like minded men.

Eric had masturbated frequently after seeing Mr Clark, Mr Oldcorn, Mr Vauxhall, amongst other teachers, in the open plan showers and changing rooms after PE, something about seeing the older men on show stimulated him and his fantasies. But Eric couldn’t recall ever having seen Mr Powell shower after PE. He would have remembered that for sure, the most handsome and fittest of all the teachers at school.

The men’s changing rooms itself smelt of, well of a men’s changing rooms to be frank. A feisty potent cocktail, a musk that hung thick in the air from the mass of sweaty bodies that had previously occupied the space, from the PE school classes, to the local men’s rugby and football teams.

Oh to be a fly on the wall, or have the power of invisibility Eric had often thought to himself upon entering the space that was filled with a certain magic.

Testosterone and pheromones leached into the old oak wooden changing benches that had been scrawled on over the years with sexual graffiti and crude drawings of erect cocks.

"Ben spunked a load here - 1970" etched deep into an oak wood plank, the year of Eric's birth, and a record of perhaps of the goings-on in the changing rooms. Next to it an arched shaft with an exaggerated bulbous head from which a load spewed in a mass of tear drop shapes.

Yeah crudely done like some cave painting, yet nonetheless erotic to Eric.

 The basic need of men to show off their erection in a time before mobile phones or selfies had even been heard of.

Eric had seen equally graphic depictions of cocks at the public toilets at the park, complete with times and days, and some alleged phone numbers to call for oral release, no reciprocation required.

 But the changing rooms was not just a place to feast on bare naked male flesh with starving eyes, it was a place of ridicule and teasing for Eric. Like a double edged sword, he was drawn to its visual wonders and musky scents, but repelled by the name calling and the feeling of shame about his own seemingly inadequate and pale scrawny body.

Part 3

Cross country running was a form of escapism for Eric. It was not like the team sports where he had to go through the torment of being picked last like the booby prize, and where he felt he never fitted in. Running was something he excelled at, he had the ability and the endurance to outpace the class of lads, and the teachers.

Today however Mr Powell was keeping pace, not that Eric objected, the ruggedly handsome man running at his side. All the female teachers flirted with him, even the married ones, and Eric could see why.

"You seem different" Mr Powell remarked as they approached a steep muddy incline between the trees, their feet sliding a little as they tried to gain traction and their hands reaching out to steady themselves

"Sir?" Eric responded as his hands pushed against the dirt

"There is a glow about you. Are you seeing someone special?"

Eric smiled as his thigh muscles and buttocks began to feel the burn of the uphill run, mud churning under foot as he pushed past the pain barrier and reached the top of the slope.

"Kind of, yes sir" Eric replied as he huffed and puffed, thoughts of Darren filling his mind

"A lucky person" Mr Powell said, curiously not alluding to the person's gender, and then adding “sure beats wanking alone doesn’t it”

 Eric smiled at hearing Mr Powell say the word “wank”.

Eric was under the influence of love and it was intoxicating, radiating from every single pore and consuming his very soul. And he was convinced that Darren felt the same way, after all Darren had used the words "I love you" aloud numerous times over the last six months on the regular twice a week sleep over, albeit always during or just after an orgasm.

But for Eric that counted nonetheless.

 Eric had made several mix tapes of love songs that he listened to time and time again,” the power of love”, “saving all my love”, and his favourite song “take on me”. Eric would put on his orange sponge headphones and listen to the cassette on his Walkman as he sat on the back of the lower deck of the number 53 bus, or laid in bed and drifted to sleep, his thoughts all consumed by Darren, the boy he loved.

It was the final sprint to the old wooden building that was the changing rooms, and then the pair stretched out their muscles as they awaited other arrivals.

Eric checked out the back of long muscular hairy legs as Mr Powell performed a deep stretch, Eric's eyes going to the tight rear end in skimpy blue satin sheen fabric running shorts as Mr Powell touched his toes with ease.

A few class mates appeared and Mr Powell glanced up, maintaining the bent over position, his body folded in two.

"Straight to the showers lads" Mr Powell said sternly, his voice powerful, deep and gravelly.

Eric assumed that the order wasn't directed at him and remained at Mr Powell's side, pulling his left knee to chest as he balanced on the right foot, admiring the handsome rugged man with his dark short hair with a high fade, a short trimmed beard and incredible eyes, one a distinctive pale sky blue, the other a deep forest green.

More pupils arrived, along with some rather exhausted looking teachers, and all were directed promptly towards the showers by Mr Powell.

"Do you mind giving me a hand putting away the sports equipment Eric?" Mr Powell asked as he stood perfectly straight, hands on hips, a half smile on his face, the last dregs of the class walking to the changing rooms.

"I don't mind sir" Eric replied eagerly, keen to avoid the usual discomfort of the communal showers, and all the insults that he always endured. The innuendos and references to Eric's assumed sexuality, something that Eric no longer felt a need to deny to himself since the six months with Darren.

With balls collected up and put in nets, and orange cones stacked up and put in the storage cupboard, Eric realised that the rest of the class was already dressed and heading towards the coach.

"You giving Eric a ride back to school?" A fellow teacher enquired

"Sure thing" Mr Powell replied as he turned his head and gave Eric a wink

Eric couldn’t help but smile, the thought of being alone in the showers with Mr Powell, a real added bonus, not that he expected anything to happen, that seemed most unlikely.

 In the changing rooms Eric eyed Mr Powell as he kicked off his muddy training shoes and lifted up his tight fitting t shirt simultaneously, exposing the lean sculptured hairy torso, and firm flat hairy stomach. The odour of the teacher’s sweat immediately filled the air as his arms were raised and damp hairy armpits exposed, and Eric found himself inhaling deeply the fresh scented perspiration.

 With his back to Eric Mr Powell pushed down his shorts, and Eric was taken aback by the immediate flash of bare hairy ass and lack of underwear. Although he should have guessed from the swaying movement from side to side as Mr Powell ran that he was commando.

 Hesitantly Eric removed his own shorts to expose his not so sexy high waist underpants, and then he began to pull off a sock, bending forward to roll down the sock just as Mr Powell swung around to face him, his lengthy torpedo shaped cock swinging into view and almost slapping Eric around the face.

 Eric let out a gasp at the site of the glorious looking man cock in such close proximity, an uncut perfectly shaped beauty of a cock that hung limp at about six inches, the slim base swelling out to a fat midsection then tapering off towards the pointed tip that was concealed by foreskin. The nib of foreskin twisted at the nib.

 There was a sudden moment of realisation, Mr Powell was shaved smooth. The two loose hanging balls hung in a silky smooth sack, and the dark hair that would have crowned his member had been removed completely making for a stark border where the hair began. He was bare down there, and Eric could not help but gawp as he had never seen a shaved man member before. It certainly explained why Mr Powell chose not to shower with the class.

 Eric was so caught up by the site that he lost his balance as he tugged at his sock. A strong pair of hands quickly grabbed him and steadied him, gripping Eric’s upper arms as Eric balanced himself on both feet.

 “Easy there Eric lad. Are you alright?” Mr Powell asked holding Eric’s upper arms securely

“Yes sir!” Eric responded a little flustered, being in the presence of Mr Powell naked, and feeling his warm firm clammy hands grip, well it was enough to make him feel a bit dizzy.

“I don’t usually make guys faint when they first see me strip naked but still, I am flattered” Mr Powell said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling and the grip of his hands tightening momentarily. Eric noticed how incredibly charming his smile was, the eyes he could get lost in, and was Mr Powell admitting that men often saw him naked?  Surly he was referring to other men in the changing rooms and nothing more Eric thought.

   “We best get you in the shower, that should help you cool off. Hear let me help you” Mr Powell said as he loosened his grip and crouched down removing Eric’s other sock before sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of the underpants, the feel of Mr Powell’s fingers against the sides of bare hips giving Eric tingles and goose bumps.

 Eric held his breath in as underpants were pulled down to ankles and threaded over each foot, and Mr Powell lingered, his hand gripping Eric’s underpants as his focus fixed on Eric’s dick that was already filling out due to the visual and physical stimulation.

  Mr Powell looked up at Eric and winked before his gaze went back to the rapidly growing dick that had no place to hide “Someone is happy to see me” Mr Powell remarked grinning, and then enquiring “Did I by any chance happen to cause that?” Eric coughed and spluttered apologetically “sorry sir” “Oh nothing to be sorry about my lad. Perfectly natural for guys like you and I, you know”

Mr Powell stood to face Eric, looking him in the eyes directly and saying “look, see. Not just you that is effected being together like this” Immediately Eric looked down to see that he was not the only one getting an erection, their two cocks rose rapidly until stood to attention less than an inch apart at the closest point.

 Mr Powell’s foreskin unravelled and slid a quarter of the way down the cone shaped helmet, the length Eric figured must have been a good eight  inches.

 “I think we best have that shower now. Come on” Mr Powell commented, allowing his body to edge forward just enough to ensure the tips of their two cocks come in to contact making Eric sigh, and then Mr Powell give a smug grin and stepped back before turning, walking towards the shower with his towel draped over his shoulder.

 “Jesus” Eric muttered under his breath, his bone achingly stiff as he watched the hairy muscular rump move away.

   Eric stood under the neighbouring shower head, the feel of the cool water refreshing.  He looked over at Mr Powell curiously and a little confused, the manliest of men he could ever imagine, he couldn’t possibly be...

  “So what is his name and how old is he?” Mr Powell asked as he began to soap his rug of a hairy chest with a frothing thick lather “Sorry sir, how old is who?” Eric replied playing dumb “Your boyfriend” Mr Powell clarified calmly Eric gave a shocked look “What you thought I was straight did you? even after bumping our fucking bones in the changing room like that” Eric just stared, unable to believe what he was hearing from a teacher “Yeah I am gay, as bent as a nine bob note” Mr Powell stated bluntly before stepping towards Eric and resting his hand on his smooth chest, and then leaning in for a lingering kiss on the lips, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding in to Eric’s receptive mouth.

 Mr Powell pulled back and asked “is that proof enough, or do I have to get on my knees and suck your cock dry lad”  Eric gasped loudly as his cock was griped ever so firmly “That didn’t sound like a no” Mr Powell remarked staring deeply into Eric’s eyes as he tilted his head a little to one side. “Was it a no Eric?” Eric shook his head frantically as he felt his body quiver, and then confusingly stated “no, I mean yes, I mean, oh fuck I don’t know what I mean sir” MR Powell smiled as he began to bend his knees and crouch slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact.

Eric gasped ever so loudly as his erect cock was engulfed within a warm wet mouth that worked down his entire length with expertise. No gagging or heaving as lips soon pressed hard against nut sack, every throbbing inch of Eric’s cock held within the grip of an oral cavity that suckled away rhythmically, causing Eric’s thighs to shudder and shake as he groaned, the feel of the soft bristly beard adding to the stimulation.

 Riding the waves of euphoria with the water cascading over his body, and Mr Powell’s mouth working his stiff cock, Eric felt his whole body tingling. Gone were any thoughts of Darren, he was totally immersed in the pleasure of man sex, and it was wonderful. The older man he had so admired and had a major crush on was now on his knees sucking his cock.

 Eric felt the mouth pull off and Mr Powell stood up, the biggest of satisfied grins etched on his oh so handsome bearded face.

“So you want to fuck me?”

A stunned silence followed as Eric tried to process what Mr Powell had just asked, not what Eric was expecting to hear from one so masculine. And his follow up question didn’t help matters “what you never fucked a guy before?”

 The lack of reply only seemed to make Mr Powell’s smile broader, the dimples on his cheeks distinctly showing as he nodded his head, saying slowly in an incredibly low voice “I see. So, what do we say, we bust that cherry of yours, put you in the driving seat and err,” the large white teethed grin was almost as dazzling as his blue and green eyes, and Eric just gazed at Mr Powell wanting to do anything that he asked, compliant in every single way.

“And take you for a test drive” Mr Powell said finishing the sentence at last...

 With Darren still far from his thoughts Eric held Mr Powell by the hips as Mr Powell backed up, his large hands spreading his soapy ass cheeks, exposing the rose pink aperture that beckoned Eric to enter. The ring of muscle flinched as Eric’s cock head nudged against it, and Mr Powell let out a whisper “yeah go on Eric, fuck my ass good”

 With stereotypes not just broken but well and truly shattered Eric felt his cock begin to penetrate the fleshy walls of manly hole, sliding in the smooth chute as Eric stood his ground and Mr Powell backed up, his hungry hole quickly consuming every throbbing inch.

Mr Powell growled “Oh yeah go on lad!” 

 Eric gripped tight on hips and began to drive in and out, grinding his hips as he let out his own guttural sounds of manly pleasure, the chute clenching around Eric’s achingly hard shaft like a boa constrictor, almost to the point of pain, but that was not going to stop Eric as he picked up his stride, fucking hard and even giving the occasional slap against hairy ass cheeks. The shower head continued to gush with water and began to turn from a comfortable heat to a rather lukewarm and from lukewarm to a definite cold. But the chill of the water did nothing to extinguish the passion of Eric’s flame, if anything the cold felt invigorating, energising, making Eric pump harder as he thrust his hips, the sensation of his orgasm quickly building in his groin.

“Fuck me... Fuck me” Mr Powell cried out loudly as if sensing Eric was close, backing up his rear each time Eric thrust forward to maximise penetration.

 “I am going to cum sir!” Eric called out, strangely unable to not use the word sir which seemed to come naturally when referring to Mr Powell “Fill me with that hot seed Eric” Mr Powel encouraged as they pounded against one another with a last frantic assault, Eric’s balls making a wet slapping sound each time they struck “Fuck!” Eric cried out, the flood of hot juice spilling out into the tight clenched cavity “Yes!!!” Mr Powell cried, his hand reaching between his legs as he masturbated furiously, the cock still hard and pumping into his chute.

 Eric felt the tight clenching of butt muscles that were synchronised with gasps and groans, an indication that Mr Powell was in the process of firing off his own load as the last dribbles of Eric’s were being discharged.

 Mr Powell stood upright and Eric wrapped his arms around his torso tightly, Eric’s cock slowly softening but still inserted in hole as he kissed the back of the nape of Mr Powell’s neck, gasping for air and feeling Mr Powell’s hands holding his, tightening the hug as the pair breathed with exhausted breath, the now ice cold water not even registering as they enjoyed the afterglow.

 The pair rinsed off before drying and getting dressed, chatting about all manner of things, including Mr Powell’s first experiences as a youth. The conversation continued on the drive back to school where Eric said a rather reluctant goodbye, and Mr Powell looked around quickly before placing a peck of a kiss upon Eric’s lips. “You know I looked just like you when I was your age” Mr Powell remarked Eric found it hard to believe that such a figure of a man could have ever looked so weedy and nerdish.

 It was downstairs at the back of the 53 bus that the guilt suddenly kicked in, prompted by Eric putting on his headphones and pressing down the play button on his walkman, “take on me” greeting him and making his heart sink to his stomach, to the point of feeling sick.

 Just when Eric thought he could not feel any worse the bust stopped to let on passengers, and Darren got on board holding hands with someone...