The challenge

He challenged me to a game of chess. I knew I would lose; I hadn't played in years and I had already seen him several afternoons on the terrace of the seedy bar playing with friends. It had surprised me: neither the place nor the clientele seemed the "right" ones.
- Do you remember, teach? You taught us in that alternative Religion workshop.
- I haven't played in a long time, and I see you practice...
- We're only betting paying a beer... but nobody likes to lose.
I think he dragged it out longer than necessary so his friends would come over and make his victory more public. There was applause.
When I went to the bar to order and pay for the beers, Paco came up behind me and said:
- Is it too much to ask that we have the beer at your place? I know you live nearby.

We arrived, I noticed he glanced around my apartment and sat on the armchair I usually used for reading. I came back with the two beers and two cold mugs from the freezer and saw he had moved the table aside. He took one and poured it for himself.
- Put the other one away, I don't want it to get warm.
I didn't understand but I did it.
He took the first sip and, smiling, said to me:
- Kneel down and take off my sneakers.
It wasn't an unfamiliar situation for me, but not now, with Paco, my former student, and without having anticipated it. But, naturally, I accepted this challenge too.
- I know what you are and what you like: take off my socks too and lick my feet well, do your best.
When I looked up, I saw him drinking and delighting in my submissive attitude.
Paco was in his thirties, I had just retired at 60, but I remembered him as a gray student, he had never stood out either for his performance or his behavior. I had lost sight of him for many years until he greeted me, in passing, on the terrace of the neighborhood bar. I knew nothing about him. But, in no way whatsoever, had I suspected anything about his sexuality.
- Go get the other beer - he said as he stood up and took off his pants, jeans, very worn.

Now, without orders, I knelt again while he served himself. I saw he was packing a good bulge in the Spiderman-print briefs he was wearing.
- I like to go little by little, we're getting to know each other... Do you want to lick my underwear or go straight to the cock?
I looked him straight in the eyes, stuck out my tongue and started licking, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. Then, an anecdote came to mind that was possibly the only thing I remembered from his school years.

There was a posh, very rude student who made fun of one of the free-form texts Paco read in class. It was well written, original, but it reflected his family's precariousness, I don't remember exactly the terms. I cut off the posh student and made a reflection about respect for others. I gave Paco the highest grade for his exercise.
I think he read my thoughts.
- You remember, don't you?
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