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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