It was a warm day in the fall and I was lying outside. I had come back home to spend a little time with my parents. The phone rang and then after about ten minutes my mother came outside:

“We have to go, you’re uncle has hurt his back badly and is in hospital, we need you to stay here and look after the place, we should be back in a couple of days, is that alright?”

“Sure.” I replied coolly, I had not got on well with the uncle to whom they were referring.
They boarded the car with the usual suspects, grapes and a meaningless get well card.

I lay in the sun with my torso exposed and I thought about returning indoors before I got burned when a car drew up, no it was not my parents back again it was a small car. A man came out of the car and I realised that it was my music teacher from High School, George. He was about 5’9” and close-cut grey and black hair (dominantly grey). He was even hotter now than he was back in my high school days. Many a night I lay in my room fantasizing about him and what we could do together in his locked classroom after hours…

“Hello sir.” I greeted him merrily.

“Please, call me George.”

And so I did, I wanted to find out why he was at my house and so I enquired.

“What are you doing up here Si- George?”

“Well, I was out for the day and then my car wouldn’t start, I am going to get back really late and I could do with somewhere close by to stay.” I noticed that he was staring at my chest. I didn’t want to be impolite and tell him where I wanted him to stay, so I suggested something helpful:

“There is a hostel just up the street there,” I pointed.

“Thanks very much” he said.

He soon drove away up to the hostel and I noticed something glimmering on the ground where he has just stood…it was a key. This gave me the perfect excuse to go up to the hostel and deliver it.

When I arrived at the hostel I rapped on the door sharply. I was wearing short shorts and a tight shirt now. He answered the door and invited me in. It was a badly furnished living area but the bedroom’s and bathrooms were all right.

“You dropped a key down by my house sir.”

“Thank you, and I already told you to call me George.”

He offered me a glass of wine from his car and I casually accepted it.

As he brought it over to where I was sitting he caught his shoe on the end of a rug and the glass of wine spilt all down my shirt.

“Oh, sorry!” he said, “lets get that shirt off you.”

He began to unbutton my shirt, I did not back away and he slid the fabric off my chest and off my arms. He put out and hand and ran his fingers down my chest and over my nipples. He did this for a minute or so and then I started to unbutton his bright blue shirt. He didn’t seem to be unnerved so I quickly pulled it off him unable to wait to touch his bare skin, the desire was burning inside my veins. I lightly drew circled around his