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