Below is the second lift & carry photo story from Jayandenn’s Lifting Older Men Yahoo! Club. Please, please send your feedback on the story to Jay at [email protected]

 

His former teacher

 

Josh looked up at the house where his former teacher lived. He hadn’t seen him in seven years, having moved away at age 14. But really he hadn’t had any contact since he left the junior school, aged 11.

 

As he worked up the courage to step up to the door, he thought back to his final year at junior school with Mr. Harrison as his form teacher. How he used to sit at the back of the class and admire his teacher – he was fun, and he spoke to them all as if they were adults. Unlike all the other teachers in that horrible place, he treated them as individuals, and in return his pupils adored him. But Josh adored him most of all.

 

Now, at 21, he had decided to drop in on this man who had gone from favourite teacher to the stuff of his adolescent fantasies – especially since that day on the football field…

 

But Josh did not want to go in to this meeting thinking of that. Suddenly with resolve, he knocked on the door, suddenly feeling like a nervous child again.

 

In the event, he needn’t have worried so much. Though he didn’t recognise him at first, Mr. Harrison was very pleased to see him, and was very complimentary about how he’d grown up. He remembered that Josh had been a rather small, thin boy, and how pleased he was to see him looking so fit and healthy.

 

Josh certainly felt fit and healthy, he’d been working out a lot lately, and felt strong and vigorous. He also felt slightly heady, and with Mr. Harrison’s flattery, he felt as if he were in a dream world.

 

His teacher made him a drink. “It’s really good to see you” he said. “I’ve often wondered how you grew up.” “I’m surprised you remember me at all” said Josh. I never exactly shone in your class amongst all the others. His teacher gave him a look, remonstrating him for his self-deprecation. “You’re looking well” he said. “Very fit”. Josh was surprised by the candidness of the remark, but he took the bait. “I’ve been working out a lot” he said, “I’m pretty strong now”.

 

Josh had to excuse himself, embarrassed at his own boasting. He went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. Once in there, above the sink, he found himself looking at photos of old time strong men.

 

 

 

There was one of Joe Bonomo lifting another man above his head with one hand.

 

Josh was fascinated, and turned on. Could Mr. Harrison be the same as him, with a passion for male strength? He returned to his former teacher, excited and nervous.

 

Josh felt light-headed. Though he couldn’t be sure, the closeness of how his teacher was standing, and the friendliness of his tone made him feel he was being flirted with. He decided to recount the memory that was preying on his mind. “Do you remember my last day in the first year? We played football and I got tackled and hurt my knee. Instead of waiting for the nurse to come down, you carried me all the way up to the nurse’s office. I was so in awe of you.” Josh felt a lot better after saying it. It wasn’t much, but that memory had haunted him for a decade. It filled him with feelings he’d never quite learnt to deal with.

 

Mr Harrison blushed slightly. “I do remember – you were really hurt. It swelled up like a balloon. I felt so bad for you.” “It was an impressive feat though”, Josh pressed on, caught up in the memory, “You must have carried me over your shoulder for 10 minutes”. “It’s not something I could do anymore” said Mr. Harrison wistfully. “Looking at you though, you’d have no problem with me!”. As soon has he’d said these words, Mr. Harrison suddenly blushed bright red. “Sorry” he stammered, and went to the bathroom himself. Josh suddenly knew, without a doubt, that Mr. Harrison had the same mental picture in his head as he’d just had. And he wanted to make his dream come true.

 

When he returned, Josh simply carried on the conversation. “I’ve no idea” he said. “I’m sure I could lift you, but I don’t know how”. His teacher looked at him long and hard. “Erm… err… well, I mean, if you want to try…” he didn’t know what to say. “Yes, I do. I want to lift you” said Josh. He couldn’t believe he was saying it, but he was so certain it’s what his teacher wanted to hear that he didn’t hesitate. “It would be a good workout” he justified. “I haven’t been to the gym yet this week”. Now they both had this excuse, his teacher made some space in the living room. It was all so strange, but they both knew implicitly how much they’d enjoy it, and it didn’t need to be said.

 

“Let me try” said Josh. And he walked up to his teacher, wrapped his arms round him and picked him up easily.

 

 

 

 

Don Harrison felt himself being raised, felt his feet slowly leave the floor, as this young man held him tightly and lifted him in a bear hug. He could not believe this was happening. This was his ultimate fantasy, and it seemed to have just happened as naturally as if he was making a cup of tea. His feet were dangling a good six inches off the floor.

 

 

 

 

Josh set him down, and immediately suggested a piggyback. Both their hearts were racing.

 

 

 

 

Josh gave the older man a piggyback round the room, and could have held him for much longer. He felt strong, and knew he could hold this man as long as he wanted, even though he was heavier.

 

 

 

 

“What other lifts are there? What do you like?” Josh was not even pretending to be doing this for a workout anymore. They both knew they were getting off on it. “I like the fireman’s lift”, his former teacher said. Josh took his wrist in his hand, slid his other arm between the older man’s legs, and pulled him across his shoulders.

 

 

 

 

Grunting slightly, he powered him up into the air, and held him there.

 

 

 

 

“Not as hard as I thought” he boasted as he carried Don round the room, shifting him to get a better position.

 

 

 

 

He began to run his hand up and down the older man’s leg, feeling completely in control.

 

 

 

 

He slid his load down his body head first, so that he was now holding him upside down, in a reverse bearhug.

 

 

 

 

“Whoa!” said Don, who wasn’t used to being manhandled so easily. Josh lowered him slowly to the floor, laying him down.

 

 

Don’s erection, which had been present since he’d first laid eyes on the handsome, muscular young man, was suddenly very visible bulging through his trousers. Josh casually brushed it with his hand, before sliding one arm under Don’s knees, the other under his back, and lifting him in a cradle carry.

 

 

 

 

“What would you like to do now?” asked Josh. Don could not speak. He rested his head on Josh’s shoulder and enjoyed being slowly spun round.

 

 

 

 

He stroked the young man’s head, and felt himself being raised higher, as Josh heaved him over one shoulder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were gently stroking each other, and when Josh put him down, it seemed natural for them to take their shirts off and give each other a hug. The hug grew tighter. Don tried to lift the younger man. He just about got him off the floor, but it was a strain.

 

 

 

 

“My turn” laughed Josh, who was loving this. He bent down and wrapped his hands under the older man’s bum, and lifted him easily.

 

 

 

 

High up in the air, Don felt elated. Though he’d met strong guys before, he’d never been picked up like this, by someone so young, and with so much enthusiasm.

 

 

 

 

“You know, I bet I could pick you up from the floor” said Josh from below him. “I doubt it” said Don, concerned that Josh was over-stretching. Josh set him down on his back, and grasped Don’s belt.

 

 

 


 

 


With strain showing on his face, and his arm muscles bulging, Josh lifted the teacher off the floor by his belt.

 

 

 

 

“My god” said Don, “you’re incredible”. He stood up, and Josh slid an arm between his legs and crotch-lifted him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I feel incredible” said the younger man, and put his cargo down, and slid off his jeans. Don was instantly on his knees, admiring the young man’s mucular thighs.

 

 

 

 

“Let me feel these lifting me” he begged. Josh lay on his back and pressed the older man with his legs.

 

 

 

 

Don was greatly enjoying the ride. He felt like he was flying, gazing down on a young, muscular youth was exhillerating, and he had never been this blazen, nor this excited. When his feel finally hit the floor, he too took off his trousers.

 

Josh picked up his former mentor easily in a crotch lift, enjoying his newfound control over the excited and submissive older man.

 

 

 

 

Josh wanted to do something that showed his total control over the older man. Something that would make him know who was now in control. He hefted him up across his shoulders, stretched backwards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Josh was now too excited to continue this as a game, and being in complete control, it no longer really mattered what Mr. Harrison wanted. He put the older man down, and without a word picked him up in a fireman’s.

 

 

 

 

“Let’s go to bed” said Josh. Don really had no choice.

 

 

 

THE END

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