Barely Legal

Last night (or this morning depending how you look at it), whilst I was waiting for may mates in the takeaway, a boy came upto me and said 'You helped make my teenage years great.'
Looking at him blankly, scrutinising his face, I replied 'Did I teach you?' I thought this would be pretty unlikely due to the fact that during my brief stint as an English teacher I was pretty mediocre and certainly don't think I had a Robin Williams, Dead Poets type of influence on any of my poor students.
'No, I went back with you after the Fire Rock and Roll Club about 6 years ago.'

Then it dawned on me, he was my most perfect one night stands ever. The one that I look back on fondly and sigh with happy memories. At the time he was 19, or so he told me, last night I found out he was only 17 at the time. I remember seeing him in the club and thinking he was cute. Later he approached me and told me that he'd been saying to his mate how he'd really like to get into the girl in the pink Converse. He was really cute and so enthusiatic about everything. one of the reasons I pull so many younger men is because of their enthusiasm, they are totally unjaded by life and its a contagious feeling. This attraction to boys in their late teens all started with my brother's mate who I ended up shagging when I was 23 and he was 18. That got me in a lot of trouble but that's another story. Since then I've always had a bit of a thing for younger men.

Unsurprisingly this lad ended up at mine. I had a friend through from Boro who was absolutely wasted and ended up crashing in my bed. Since I lived in a shared house at the time, it meant shagging him had to take place in the living room, which also was the route through to the bathroom, so I shoved the coffee table up against the door, which in reality wouldn't offer any time to jump of each other mid shag and look innocuous, but I was pissed and horny so it seemed like a foolproof idea at the time. Fortunately we didn't get disturbed, I figure my flatmates probably guessed what was happening, so gave us a wide berth (I am not a great flatmate).
The sex was great, considering he was so young, he knew exactly what he was doing. We shagged pretty much non stop and all over the room, in loads of posistions. In between fucking we talked about trivial dumb shit, that seemed really amazing at the time. Its the stupid conversations that make me like a guy.

When my mate left the next day we moved it the bedroom and shagged some more before I had to go to my lecture. I'd already sent a text to my friend on the PGCE telling her to sign me in to my lecture cos I'd pulled. He left, he lived away, he was cute, that was that. Just a perfect one night stand that wasn't to be tainted by the complications that can occasionally arise from seeing the person around the clubs all the time. I never saw him again, until last night. He didn't look quite as endearing now his face had become more manly but he was still quite attractive, just not the same as in my memory. I think I'd prefer to remember him as he is etched in my mind.I also think that he has become the object of another friend's affections recently, which spoils things a little. Still it was a very flattering comment to recieve at 3.30 am in the morning.

Last night I got off with another 19 year old. I'm starting to wonder if, now I am in my 30's, this seduction of barely legal boys should stop? Am I Michael Winner or Joan Collins? Pervy or Fabulous? I'd prefer to believe the latter.