"The young envy the knowledge, experience and confidence of age. The aged envy the innocence, beauty and advetures of youth. One cannot have both and one cannot have one without the other. It is the attempt that makes life worth living."
He put the worn page in his hand and turned the corner. It would be there for him to read again and again over the years. He understood it. But each time he read it in years to come, he related to it more and more.
It was on a tennis court he began to lust after men...usually older men. They weren't ancient of course, but older then he. The bare chests bore hair where he had none. Their experience at tennis was demonstrative of the years they had lived and knowledge they had gained. He wanted it all. And he didn't want to wait for it.
Despite his self consciousness, his preoccupation with the little acne activity that spotted his forehead and his uncontrollable penis activity, he found the courage to admit his need for help to more then one.
It was his backhand, or his serving that caused him problems.
Each bit of advice was welcomed and absorbed into his sponge like need for the proxmitiy to the strength and deep voiced advice.
The odor of the athletic sweat of one added to his mental impressions of them. The distinct of certain colognes of others he relished as well. The gentle but firm grasp of their big hands on his guiding him through his swing made him shiver and his penis respond.
At times his excitement could be detected he knew, but he never ackowledged it. Even when their eyes revealed the pubescent display of his lust, he smiled and acted as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.
They began to know him by name calling it out as he arrived for his daily lessons or occasionaly games. Other boys his age wanted him to play but he preferred the doubles matches with the older men and their sons.
His own father thought all of this was sissy sports. So he had to find a partner to participate. And as time wore on that was never difficult.
His boldness finally allowed him to use the locker room after the day of sun, sweat and mental experiences.
He tried not to look but he wanted to. So his eyes recorded the pubic hair, the smooth buttocks and the genitals of his peers and elders. He knew he wanted to do more then look, but that would reveal him for what he began to realize he was.
Wet towel snapping, goosing and other games did occur of course. And he played them with his peers as the older men laughed, yelled and cheered them onward.
Occasionally a kid would point out the erection of another. But thus far his erections were sucessfully hidden for most of the time.
"Here, take my towel" one naked man next to him said. His erection was in plain view and he was blush with embarassment. "Don't worry, it happens to all boys your age"
The smile was comforting, the towel welcomed and the understanding arousing.
Hours at night, he read of the Greeks. How younger Greek men would lounge at the city center fountains in hopes that an older man would befriend him. Such an alliance would offer the boy, instruction, help, understanding, lessons and often the beginning of a life occupation. Philosophers as well as soldiers were among the men who took on such life apprentices. And often, physical relationships were part of those partnership. Another greek city had an entire army made of male lovers who fought side by side. Their fame as soldiers were known, respected and feared world wide. Centuries later, monks, traders, store owners and teachers continued this practice.
He yearned for the past and wanted to make it his present and future.
As time passed, his tennis game abilities got better and better. Other kids and adults sought him out as a partner to test their own prowess at the game.
And as years passed, younger boys sought him out for help, lessons, tips and guidance. He was a teen, older then most of the others when he held the arms of a young boy, gently but firm, guiding him through the awkward swing the boy had demonstrated.
He watched the boy move to the court to practice, and he began to understand the lessons of the books he read and the fantasies he had.
"You want to help me instruct the kids?" the invitation came from one of the city hired instructors. He was tall, much older and athletic looking. The man's body wasn't muscle bound like those he saw in magazines while masturbating.
He had seen the man naked form time to time and the body hair was attractive, since his own body was still boyishly smooth.
"Yes Sir" he agreed.
"I find that alcohol used in quantity can have all the effects of drunkedness" the man said one evening as he sat in the backyard accepting a second glass of wine.
He was a minor so it was illegal. But the invitation to dinner was more then welcomed. The private backyard was relaxing and the wine warmed his entire body.
In two weeks he'd be graduating from high school with an uncertain life ahead. There would be college, he knew, but somehow it seemed a veneer and not the real purpose of life.
He listened to stories, laughed at jokes, admitted his need for help in teaching the kids and listened to flippant advice.
His mind turned the grassy backyard with flowers and fruit trees into ancient grassy hills with marble columns. His loose fitting shirt and shorts became a white tunic and the mans similar attired into a full length robe.
The man was clean shaven yet, it became coverd in a graying beard as he talked of tennis, life, teaching and his own background experiences.
He stood and walked to the jacuzzi with the man and let his tunic fall showing his teenage, boyish and smooth body to the man before stepping into the swirling hot water.
He watched as his teacher unwrapped his own apparel and stepped into the water. The hair covered body became wet as he slipped into the heated pool.
His penis was hard despite the water. He didn't hide it as he moved about. The man smiled saying he was flattered.
He admitted to wishing his body wasn't so smooth and that he wanted hair like the man had.
"In time...don't be in such a rush....enjoy it for now"
The man took his hand and put it on his chest. "For now, you can enjoy mine and I can enjoy yours".
The man's wide, strong, sun browned hand slide over the boys smooth chest.
It was a wonderful night of passion, lust, sex and affection.
Finally he had found the one who would guide him..if only for a summer, a brief time to be sure. But it would be the foundation upon which his real life would begin.
And now, many years, later, it was the memory that inspired his sponsoring the boy who now sat at his feet listening to the stories, advice and experiences that his own life had garnered.
He sighed as the lads lips worshiped his now hairy chest and stomach. He tried not to laugh as the boy muttered his wish for a hairy body instead of the boyish smooth one he had. And he whispered words of pleasure as the boys young tight lips surrounded his manhood in an attempt to swallow the wisdom of his years.
"The cycles of life are to be enjoyed, envied, relished and shared"