Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 15:36:34 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Down memory Lane

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

Down Memory Lane

The day after his mother's funeral Geoff Crawford
realised that it was probably the last time he would
have a reason to visit the area of Britain where he
had grown up. He now lived several hundred miles away
and so did most of his friends, so the chances of him
revisiting the area were small indeed. Nevertheless,
Geoff decided to take one last tour of the district
and, inevitably, the journey took him to the end of
Burton Road and the seashore.

As a child and a teenager Geoff had made the journey
to the end of Burton Road regularly, summer and
winter, walking and on his bicycle. The place had many
nostalgic memories for him as he drove his car as far
as he could, parked and walked towards the strong
metal barrier that was in place to prevent accidents
or people deliberately trying to drive over the rock
edge and into the sea. Nothing much had changed over
the thirty or so years since he had last been there
except that the sand was now more covered in grass and
a proper pathway had been laid along the top of the
dunes. Geoff walked through the gate and stood at the
top of the steps that led down to a pleasantly
sheltered bay surrounded on three sides by a large
rocky outcrop.

Thirty or so years before, Geoff had come here in the
winter with his friends to watch the waves pound
against the rocks and watch as sea water forced its
way up through the cracks likes geysers. On such days
the name of the game was to stand for as long as
possible and then retreat so as to avoid a drenching.
Inevitably, after a while everyone lost the game and
bedraggled and cold youngsters would return home to
receive a suitable admonishment from their parents.

In the summer, the place was much more lively and it
was wise to get there early to pick the best spot.
Sunbathing and swimming when the tide was in and
reasonably high were always possible as were games in
the caves and rocks. Sometimes when the tide was out
it was possible to walk for miles out towards the edge
of the tide but you had to be careful as the tide was
treacherous and you could become trapped. As a
youngster, Geoff had loved this part of the area and
would go looking for frog spawn in the fresh water
marshes behind the sand dunes and at other times look
for shrimps and small crabs in the shallow rock pools
left behind by the tide. Best of all, however, was the
chance to go over to the tiny rocky island that lay
close to the shore. When the tide was out it was
possible to walk across the sand to the island and
then wait while the tide came in and surrounded you.
Later, as the tide receded, it was possible to walk or
paddle back to the mainland. Such a trip had to be
well planned, as there was nothing worse than being
stuck on the island when it was cold and wet
especially as there were few places to shelter.

As he stood surveying the scene, a host of memories
flooded back to Geoff, but two in particular came to
the fore. Both events had been of profound importance
in Geoff's life and had, naturally, involved the
evolution of his sexual awareness.

The first event had taken place when Geoff was about
eleven and was at the rocks with his best friend Paul,
who was a year older, but both were only children and
had come to regard each other as surrogate brothers.
For some reason they were the only two there, maybe
because their school had different holidays from the
other schools in the district. It was summer and the
sun was warm and the tide was in when they arrived.
Geoff had come prepared with a towel and already
wearing his swimming trunks underneath his shorts.
Paul, however, had to get changed, so they made their
way to their `secret' cave. This was a small but
secluded hole in the rocks that enabled people inside
to see out but it was difficult for people outside to
see what was going on inside, as it was very dark. A
good game was to hide in the cave and then when some
unsuspecting group of youngsters were just settled
down come rushing out of the cave whooping and
screaming. On this particular day, the place was
deserted, so Paul got changed quickly and joined Geoff
and, together they ran into the chilly water and swam
out a moderate distance from the shore. The water was
not particularly deep and the two youngsters engaged
in juvenile horseplay ducking and splashing each other
until they were ready for a rest and so swam back to
the shore and rested, lying on their towels on the
warm rocks allowing the sun to dry their bodies.

As they lay stretched out on their soft towels, Paul
glanced across at Geoff and said quietly,

"Hey, Geoff, I've been meaning to ask you this for
ages and, as we're alone, now is as good a time as
any. Does your dick ever go hard and feel funny?"

Geoff felt slightly embarrassed by the question, but,
after all, Paul was his best friend and they never had
any secrets from each other, so he nodded and replied,

"Yes, sometimes. It feels nice when it does. Does
yours then?"

Paul grinned back and said,

"Yes, quite often actually. I can feel it getting hard
right now. As there's nobody around, do you want me to
show you?"

Geoff had seen Paul naked before but had never really
taken much notice of his friend's cock but today he
was keen to see it hard, if only to compare it with is
own experience, so he nodded enthusiastically. Paul
stood up and shuckled down his trunks and, sure
enough, his hard, but not very long, cock came into
view. Geoff admired the hard shaft and the bulbous
head and then said,

"It looks strange to me seeing it all hard. Mine
doesn't look the same as yours though."

"What do you mean, Geoff? Show me." Paul demanded.

Carefully, having checked that there was still nobody
around, Geoff lowered his trunks and revealed an even
smaller dick than his friend had. It too was hard but
about half the length and the head appeared to be tiny
and completely without skin.

"Look", Geoff said.

Paul examined his younger friend's cock and said,

"Why haven't you got any skin over the end of your
dick like I have on mine?"

Geoff shook his head and replied,

"Dunno. I guess I was born like that."

The two boys had pondered this thought for a while but
then other people had started to arrive so they
quickly made themselves respectable and allowed the
subject of the differences in their cocks to drop.

A couple of days later when he and Paul were alone in
his friend's attic room the subject came up again.
Paul started the conversation by reminding Geoff of
their previous discussion and then said,

"I've been doing some private investigation and I
think I know the answer to why our cocks don't look
the same. You have been circumcised but I haven't. I
looked it up in my dad's medical dictionary. Want to
read it for yourself?"

Geoff agreed and Paul fetched the large volume and
together they read the section and both agreed that
this was clearly the explanation for the difference
between them. Paul then said,

"I suppose I ought to have known there are a few boys
in my class that look like you. I asked one of them
and he told me. He says it's harder to wank when
you're like him, is it?"

Geoff looked quizzically back at his friend and said,

"To what?"

Paul smiled and said,

"I said wank, you idiot. You know, when you frig
yourself."

The look on Geoff's face told Paul that his younger
friend had no idea what he was talking about. The
older boy closed the door and checked that his parents
were still in the garden before undoing his shorts
pulling out his cock. Taking the hard tool in his hand
Paul began to slide his hand gently up and down the
length in a regular and rhythmic action. Geoff watched
fascinated and, with some encouragement from Paul,
undid his own shorts and copied his friend's hand
action on his own shaft. Suddenly Paul's body went
stiff and he started breathing strangely and Geoff was
anxious but did not know what to do. Before he could
do anything, Paul recovered and said,

"Wow, that was a best funny feeling I've ever had. I
heard an older boy talking about cumming and I think I
just did. You do it, see if you get the feeling too!"

Geoff had tried hard but nothing happened before he
had to quickly put his cock away as Paul's parents
were back in the house. The experimentation, however,
went on for some days after that until at last both
Paul and Geoff were experiencing regular dry orgasms.
It was shortly after this time that Paul asked if
Geoff wanted to play with his cock in return for him
playing with Geoff's. After a brief period of doubt
and resistance Geoff had agreed to his older friend's
suggestion and it was during one of these sessions, in
the basement of Geoff's house, that Paul had his first
wet orgasm as a few small drops of watery spunk
emerged from the end of his dick. It was not until
several months later that Geoff experienced a similar
climax.

Neither of the boys talked about any other experiences
that they had engaged in with other youngsters and in
Geoff's case this was because he only did it with
Paul. On the other hand the older of the two was
probably more precocious as he always seemed to have a
number of interesting ideas and suggestions when they
met for their sex fun. One idea was concerned with
kissing and sucking each other's cocks but Geoff was
unwilling to go along with this proposal, not least
because of the funny smell he always felt came from
Paul's cock.

As the memories came flooding back, Geoff decided that
he would walk down to the spot where it had all begun
so many years before. Perhaps unsurprisingly the cave
was still there, as dark as ever and Geoff could not
resist the urge to go inside again after all this
time. Once in the darkness, the old excitement came
back to him and Geoff found himself imagining himself
and Paul all those years ago wanking and cumming all
over the rocky floor. Throwing caution to the wind,
and why not, it was after all too early in the year
for people to be there to swim or play on the sands,
Geoff unzipped his jeans, hauled out his cock and
enjoyed a slow sensuous wank. As his climax approached
Geoff's memory recalled an even more exciting
incident, which he sought to relive. Putting his dick
back inside his trousers, the middle aged man climbed
out of the cave and walked up the sloping rocky
pathway to the footpath that ran along the top. Geoff
walked slowly round the headland and saw the island on
which had finally realised that he was fascinated by
cocks.

The second memory referred to an event when Geoff was
about seventeen and a few years after the first time
he and Paul had experimented together in the cave but
this time for some reason on this occasion Geoff was
alone. Paul was probably on holiday with his parents
and the teenager had wandered down to the headland
and, as it was a fine day and the tide was not yet in,
decided to cross to the small islet. Geoff made it to
the islet but only just as the tide came in
surprisingly fast and he had to wade the last few
yards to the shore and clamber onto the rocks. Finding
a suitable place to sit and change into his swimwear
was easy as the island appeared to be deserted. For
once, Geoff had not changed before leaving home and so
he found a semi-sheltered corner and took off his
regular clothes completely before stepping into his
swimming trunks and reappearing on the higher level of
the island. Geoff sat about waiting for the tide to
come in fully and then slipped into the sea and swam
for several minutes intent on doing a complete circuit
of the island. As he swam round the top point of the
island, Geoff was surprised to see another person in
the water, also swimming around the island. Both Geoff
and the stranger seemed equally surprised to see the
other. The water was not too cold or deep so both the
teenager and the older guy, who looked to Geoff to be
about thirty, stopped for a moment, treading water.
The older man spoke,

"Hello, there, I though I was alone on the island
today!"

"So did I," replied Geoff.

"I'm just over there," said the stranger, pointing to
the most sheltered spot on the island, "you're welcome
to join me when you've had your swim. I've got more
than enough food and drink, if you'd like to share."

Geoff was on the point of refusing, but the thought of
food made him change his mind and he said,

"OK, but I want to finish my circuit first."

The stranger nodded and smiled and then as he too
prepared to resume his exercise said,

"I'm Tim, by the way."

Geoff acknowledged the name and gave Tim his and then
swam away to complete his lap. Reaching the point
nearest his clothes, Geoff stood up, walked over the
sand and gathered up his clothes and towel. He was
tempted to get changed but decided not to bother,
especially as Tim was also likely to be in his
swimming trunks as well. It took Geoff only a minute
to climb over the rocky island and find his way down
to the place where Tim was already settled. On hearing
the teenager approach the older man looked up and
smiled,

"So you found your way OK."

Geoff grinned and nodded and came to sit down on the
narrow rock that was just big enough for the two of
them and replied, equally cheerfully,

"Yes, Dr Livingstone!!"

It turned out that Tim was on holiday in the area and
had found the island by chance the previous day and
had decided to explore it and come back for a second
look. As Tim was speaking Geoff noticed that the older
man's hand and leg kept making contact with the
teenager's thigh and also that bulge in the older
man's trunks seemed to be getting larger all the time.
Geoff felt his own cock begin to respond and tried to
shift ground in an effort to hide the fact. However,
by now the tide was at its highest and there was no
room on the small rock to move at all except to stand
up and go into the sea. To do so, Geoff realised,
would make his erection even more obvious than it was
when he was sitting down. Tim turned to the teenager
and said,

"Why don't we eat?"

Relieved, Geoff readily agreed and the older man stood
up and reached for his large hamper. As he leaned up
to reach the food, Tim crotch was only an inch from
Geoff's face and the teenager could not avoid noticing
the large erection that tented out. Tim pulled the
hamper down to the flat piece of rock immediately in
front of the two of them, opened it up to reveal a
massive amount of food, and then said,

"So what do you fancy, Geoff?"

The teenager went bright red before replying that a
sausage roll would be very nice. Tim handed Geoff a
plate and said,

"Yes, they're my favourite too!"

Perhaps it was the distortion of time but as Geoff sat
on the headland looking out at the island he seemed to
recall that the way Tim had eaten his sausage roll had
been the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The long
pastry covered sausage had slid slowly and sensuously
between the older man's lips and disappeared into his
mouth. Even as he sat there, Geoff could still feel
the same sexual thrill that he had experienced as he
had watched all those years ago. Tim had consumed the
first sausage roll and then looked at Geoff and said,

"Fancy another? I know I do!"

Geoff had refused the offer but remained transfixed as
Tim ate the savoury in the same sexually exciting way.
The second time round had also given the teenager a
raging hard-on, something that the older man could not
fail to notice. If Geoff hoped that Tim would ignore
his aroused state, it was not to be. Placing his hand
on the teenager's knee, the older man said quietly,

"Of course, I might be tempted to eat another kind of
sausage roll. What do you think, Geoff?"

Geoff made no reply, but also knew that there was no
escape even if he had wanted one, which he was not
sure he did. Tim took the silence as a form of consent
and his hand crept closer to the teenager's bulging
swimming trunks. Geoff gave out a gasp of pleasure and
anxiety as the older man's hand grasped his rigid dick
and eased the waistband of his trunks out and over to
reveal the prick in all its glory. Tim looked at the
rampant tool and exclaimed in a tone just higher than
a whisper,

"Beautiful!!!"

Geoff was helpless and was motionless as Tim removed
the trunks completely, leaving the teenager completely
naked. The older man ran his hands over the flawless
teenage body and as he did so repeated the word
`beautiful' several more times. Finally, Tim reached
his goal and gently stuck out his tongue and licked
down the entire length of Geoff's prick from his piss
slit to his hairy balls.

As he sat remembering, Geoff could still recall the
intense feeling that had gripped his body as the older
man's thick lips had enclosed around the head of his
dick. Not only that but the warmth of the mouth and
breath as Tim had used his tongue to bathe the shaft
which combined with the powerful suction effect of the
suction sent shivers through the teenager's body. The
remembrance had the same effect on the older Geoff as
he sat on the rocks and his prick hardened and
throbbed just as it had done all those years before.

At that time Geoff had been so excited and he could
feel the cum stirring in his balls even before Tim's
tongue had made its equally slow journey back up the
underside of his dick. Beads of clear pre-cum formed
at the entrance to his piss slit and the older man
skilfully used his tongue to lick the sticky liquid
into his mouth. Geoff, who leaned back against the
rocky wall behind him, was entranced but desperately
fought the urge to shoot his load. Tim recognised the
signs and wasted no time in slipping his mouth over
the velvety head of the teenager's cut cock and drew
the length of hard shaft deeper into his mouth.
Geoff's balls were boiling and the feeling intensified
as the older man fondled and fingered his scrotum
until the teenager could hold back no longer and
screamed in a half warning, half relief,

"Cumming!! No!! Yes!! Sorry!!! OHHHHH!!!"

Geoff had tried desperately to pull out of Tim's mouth
as his spunk came flying out of his shaft and into the
man's mouth. Tim, on the other hand, was equally
determined not to miss a drop of the teenager's creamy
ball juice. The skilful older man won the tussle and
was gratified to receive a large amount of cum, which
he swallowed down his throat, only holding the last
spurt on his tongue so that he could savour its full
taste. Finally, Geoff was able to pull his still hard
and angry prick from Tim's warm mouth and the teenager
gasped an apology,

"I'm sorry."

"What for, Geoff? I would have been even sorrier if I
had missed a drop of that beautiful spunk of yours. If
you've never tasted it you don't know what you've
missed, believe me."

Geoff was unsure whether this was an invitation to
suck Tim off because the older man was still hard and,
although a wet patch was spread all over the front of
the older man's swimming trunks and it was obvious he
had not yet shot his load. Geoff seemed uncertain what
to do but did say `thank you' to Tim, who slowly
removed his trunks and revealed a large hard cock that
looked to the teenager as if it was circumcised like
his own. In fact it was not but it was only later and
on closer inspection that Geoff realised that Tim's
foreskin had rolled right back off the head. The older
man stood only an inch in front of Geoff and began to
wank the shaft. The older man's cock looked enormous
to the teenager who could not imagine how he could
even think about putting such a large thing into his
mouth. However, when the tip of Tim's dick was only a
short distance from Geoff's face, he gingerly put out
a tongue and began to lick the exposed head. Tim
adjusted the angle so that if he wanted to the
teenager could have better access to the glans. Geoff
opened his lips slightly and the older man guided the
cock head between then, still vigorously wanking the
shaft and breathing heavily. The older man gasped,

"I'm cumming!!"

Geoff licked the piss slit and suddenly the whole
length of the fat cock as several ropes of thick spunk
jetted out over the teenager's face, nose, lips and
tongue. Geoff licked some of the salty cum into his
mouth and, finding it not too bad a taste, tried to
lap up more. Tim helped by scooping some of the cream
onto his finger and feeding it to the horny youth.
Geoff uttered one word,

"Wow" and later added "Thanks" before he and Tim lay
back against the rocky wall to recover from their
exertions. Amazingly, the tide was still high and both
men knew it would be some time before they could get
off the island and return to the mainland. There was
plenty of time, not only to recover once but also to
recover a second time after a repeat performance, this
time initiated by the teenager, later in the day. It
was on this occasion that Geoff realised that the
older man was uncut, but the glans were clean and the
teenager sucked the whole of the large bulbous head
between his lips. For the first time in his life, but
certainly not the last, Geoff tasted fresh cum on his
tongue and swallowed his first load of creamy ball
juice. Tim had tried to teach his younger partner the
pleasure of `69' but Geoff had failed to understand
what was required so absorbed was he in giving his
partner pleasure. Instead the older man had to repeat
the oral examination of the teenager, who lasted
rather longer this second time around but still
deposited a large jet of spunk into Tim's welcoming
mouth. Eventually time caught up with the randy couple
and worn out by both their exertions and the warmth of
the day, Tim and Geoff returned to shore and parted
company at the top of the slip way. Tim went back home
after his holiday and Geoff never saw him again but
his taste for sucking and being sucked had truly been
kindled on that day and had remained with him ever
since.

Armed with that happy thought, Geoff returned to the
cave and standing in the darkness again pulled out his
prick and pounded away until he shot one of the best
loads he had fired in a long time, no doubt inspired
by the memories that had flooded back. Relieved, Geoff
walked out of the cave and back up the steps to the
road. As he approached his car a man about his own age
was walking a dog and coming towards him but then the
newcomer suddenly stopped and said in an astonished
tone,

"Geoff Crawford? What the hell are you doing here?"

Geoff peered at the stranger and recognition came to
him,

"Paul Griffiths, is it really you?"

Paul nodded and smiling broadly spoke again,

"What are you doing here?"

Geoff smiled and said,

"I came for my mother's funeral yesterday."

"Yes, I heard she had passed away, I was sorry to hear
that, she was a fine lady. What I really meant was
what are you doing here, at this place?" Paul replied
in a sympathetic tone.

Geoff acknowledged his old friend's words of sympathy,

"Thanks, she was a good age and not as `with it' as
she used to be. In answer to your more specific
question, however, I came here to relive some old
memories and the good times I had around these rocks."

"How strange," Paul responded, thinking to himself
that his old friend did not know the half of it, "I
come here to do the same thing as often as I can,
which is usually when I take the dog out for its
`constitutional'. How long are you staying?"

Geoff looked Paul in the eye and said,

"I'm not due back in London until the day after
tomorrow."

Paul nodded and said,

"Well, perhaps you'll have time to come to the pub
with me now then and we can have a drink and talk
about those long ago days when we were young! What do
you say?"

Geoff looked pleased at Paul's suggestion and,
checking out his old friend on the sly, replied,

"That's a good idea, Paul, I'd really like to do that.
I'm sure that we will have a lot to talk about!"

Having noted that Geoff had checked him out, albeit
discreetly, Paul gave his old friend the once over and
then replied encouragingly,

"Yes, I think we probably have. We've got a lot of
catching up to do, so let's not waste too much time.
You know the best place to go is still the old
Yachtsman pub. Let's go there it's only just round the
corner."

Geoff nodded and the two friends walked slowly back
down the road towards the pub, each wondering whether
this fortuitous encounter might lead further.


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