I've been there. I stared into the eyes of the mature and saw my future reflection. Hand in hand, I was guided through this minefield called "life". The experience...the definition only time can craft...the opportunity to be fed and nurtured into manhood. I hunger for knowledge. I thirst for attention. I'm yearning for the touch of my mentor's hand.
Assuming the role of teacher or student, there is an intellectual stimulation that broadens into the erotic. Whenever I see May/December relationship, I can't help but see the appeal in the age differential. The older party facilitates and fosters the younger party; alternatively, the cub allows himself to feasted upon.
The most beautiful thing is alternating between the teacher and the pet