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THE MISSED OPPORTUNITY
It is strange how sometimes people that you know really well sometimes all your life can suddenly surprise you. This happened to me about twenty-five years ago. I had returned home for a wedding celebration for one of my friends, Jimmy Parker who was the acknowledged leader of my little group of friends. I was staying at my family home and I had hardly been there more than a few minutes when the telephone rang and another of my friends, Simon Coyle, was on the line,
"Hi, Steve, glad I caught you, I need to talk to you urgently."
"OK, Simon," I replied, "Give me ten minutes to unpack and I'll meet you in the `Six Bells' for a pint."
Simon sounded strange as he responded to my suggestion,
"Not the Six Bells', please. I want to be somewhere quiet and where we are not known. I was thinking more of something likes the Harbour Light', it's a new place about a mile out of town. I could be there in twenty minutes."
I was indifferent to where we met, it was clear Simon had something important to discuss and I happily agreed to his suggestion.
I had been friendly with Simon for all my childhood years. Even though he was a year-and-a-half older than I was, he had become part of the group of tight friends that I had developed in my home village and ones that I remained close to even after I went to Boarding School. I had a smaller group of friends with whom I satisfied my sexual appetite but the subject never directly came up with the close group of friends that included Simon except that he was a supplier of the nearest thing to a porno magazine that we could get our hands on, entitled Health and Efficiency'. Simon's uncle owned two newspaper shops and this publication featured naturists' and gave us adolescent boys a chance to view the naked human form. Much of the detail of the pictures in the magazine was either too fuzzy or air brushed out to be all that clear or stimulating but it was possible to admire the large breasts of some of the girls and, in my case, the unfortunately flaccid cocks of the lads. No doubt members of our group went home and wanked off fantasising about what they had seen, I know I did!!
Simon and I called ourselves the `outcasts' as he was a Roman Catholic and I was Jewish but the question of religion never really affected our friendship with each other or with the other members of our circle. We both used our faith sparingly but sometimes it was useful if unpleasant things could be avoided by asserting the different needs. At various times I went to Church with all my friends, especially at Christmas, and had experienced services in both the local parish Church and in the Roman Catholic Church situated in the next village. In return, a few brave souls came to celebrate the Seder with me at Passover.
Of our little group, only Simon had not gone to University. He had been persuaded by his domineering father to leave school at 16 and get articled to a solicitor. Simon, I knew, hated the work and tried hard to please his father but generally made little progress. While we were still at school and overwhelmed with work during the holidays in preparation for exams, our group had, to some extent, envied Simon because he was working and had money, but we comforted ourselves in the fact that we would eventually earn as much, if not more, than our friend. At University, I had had my first real exposure to girls and had found them more attractive than I had supposed and managed once or twice to satisfy my bi-sexual urges by dating a girl and a guy simultaneously but never together in the same room on the same night. I was enjoying the benefits of having both sides of life to enjoy too much to want to get married but was pleased to learn that Jimmy was finally wedding the girl that he had been going out with for five years. Indeed, Laura and her friend, Amanda, had become honorary members of our group after a short while and always joined in our most outrageous activities.
I changed out of my travelling clothes and slipped into clean but still casual clothes and walked off in the direction of the `Harbour Lights'. As I walked, I wondered what Simon wanted to talk about that was so urgent and so secret. We had never really held much back from each other except that I had never admitted to indulging in rather more than a bit of casual wanking with my sexual partners. I wondered if Simon was about to tell me that, at long last, he had plucked up the courage and told his Father that he was leaving the legal profession and joining the Merchant Navy which had always wanted to do. The second possibility was that he wanted to tell me that he had managed to escape from his Mother's clutches long enough to find a girlfriend of his own and was about to be the second of our group to succumb to marriage. I knew that if this was the case he would certainly want to ask me to be his Best Man and probably would wish to do so in a way that would not offend the others. I doubted if any of the others would have been offended.
By the time I got to the pub, Simon was already there sitting at a table with two pints of bitter standing on the top of it. When he saw me he grinned broadly and I walked over and shook him by the hand and got the impression that he was rather nervous about something. As I shook his hand, I said,
"You're looking good, mate. It's really great to see you looking so well!!"
My intuition that he had something on his mind was confirmed when Simon replied,
"Great to see you too, Steve!! I've got you a pint. Let's sit down in this corner and then I can tell you what I wanted you to be the first to know. It's a secret I've kept for some time but I think you have a right to know before I tell the others."
I looked across at Simon and a moment of anxiety crossed my mind as I wondered whether somehow Simon had found out about my sexual activities both at home and possibly at university and was about to expose my secret life. I don't think Simon noticed my concern probably because he was too bound up in what he wanted to tell me to notice. He leaned forward and said as quietly as he could,
"I have to tell you something about me that may make you want to disown me forever."
Relieved that the revelation was not of direct concern to me, I shook my head and replied,
"Never, Simon. Whatever it is you are my oldest and best friend and I'll always stand by you whatever happens and I'm sure the rest of the group will too!!!"
"I'm not so sure, even I am ashamed and embarrassed by what I am going to have to tell you all. You see, I'm .. well .. I'm .. well, you see, I'm gay!! There I've said it and you can go now if you want to!"
I stared in disbelief at my friend's admission and it took me a few minutes to recover from the shock before I could respond,
"I don't believe it, Simon!! I would never have guessed in a million years! But why are you telling me this now? I won't be leaving until you explain more fully and in any case I've still got the best part of a full pint to drink!!"
Simon looked relieved and pleased at my response and said,
"I wanted to tell people before but was too scared to do so, frightened that they would not keep me as a friend. However with Jimmy's wedding and the likelihood of questions about when I'm going to find a girl and settle down, I decided I had to come clean and admit it's never going to happen. I wanted to tell you first because we've never had any secrets and I'm ashamed to have kept this from you for so long. At the same time, I thought that with your Boarding School experience you would understand how people can act that way."
I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Here was Simon pouring out his heart and soul to me and I had never told him that I shared his sexual interest. I also though back over all the opportunities Simon and I had missed that would have made our relationship move onto a different level. However, this was not a moment for me but for Simon and I leaned forward and patted him on the back and said,
"I understand completely, Simon. I think you're very brave and I think the rest of our group will think so too. I know it's a delicate question and you may not want to answer it but can you tell me if there is anyone in particular that you are seeing at the moment?
Simon shook his head and said,
"Nobody special. As you know it's illegal, so like most people like me I hang around sordid toilets and parks and hope that the person I hook up with isn't an undercover policeman."
I again gave my friend a sympathetic pat and then said, partly out of genuine interest but also with a sense of prurience,
"So, how long have you known? When did all this start?"
Simon looked around at the fast-filling bar and shook his head,
I'll tell you, but not here, it's too crowded. Let's drink up and then go to the headland. It's a warm night but it should be quiet up there."
I nodded agreement and we sat chatting about lighter matters until we both felt ready to leave. The headland was a small collection of rocks at the end of a short road and a place where we had often played as children and where as teenagers we had also come to find refuge from our parents. It did not take long to get there and once we had found a suitably isolated and Simon began his story.
It had all begun all those years ago around the time that Simon was just about fourteen and had first produced copies of Health and Efficiency' for our little group to look at. My friend's uncle owned two newsagents, which served each of the two adjacent villages. A manager ran the shop in the next village and it was there that Simon had applied to do a paper round. We always thought that both our friend's uncle and the guy that ran the other shop were really miserable and we especially disliked David Smithers the man who was to become Simon's boss. I remembered at the time asking my pal why he had chosen to work for that misery guts' and being told that he preferred the manager to the uncle.
Simon was given no favourable treatment by David Smithers and was allocated the longest and most distant round of all. This invariably meant that my friend was back from his delivering much later than the rest of the paperboys. One particular evening after completing his round Simon arrived back at the shop just about closing time and went through to the back office to dispose of his delivery sack. On the desk, my friend noticed an open copy of `Health and Efficiency' and, being curious, he stood for a few moments looking at the picture. The picture was of a large group of men and boys, all of whom were naked. As he looked at the photograph, my friend began to feel a stirring in his cock and slipped a hand into his trouser pocket so that he could fondle his hardening cock. Suddenly, Simon was aware of someone standing right up close behind him and Dave Smithers was there at his shoulder. The shop manager reached round and placed his hand on the front of Simon's trousers and whispered,
"They're not very clear, those photographs, are they? I bet you'd like to see something better, wouldn't you?"
Shocked by the sudden appearance of the older man, Simon had been paralysed and was unable to resist the older man's advances, not that he particularly wanted to, as he was enjoying them. Dave continued to fondle the front of Simon's trousers and gently persuaded the young paperboy to take his hands out of his pockets to enable the older man better access. Once he had free rein, Dave slid his fingers in between the buttons of my friend's trouser flies and again repeated his earlier question,
"Wouldn't you like to see better pictures of men and boys and ones with dicks a lot harder than in the photos in this magazine?"
This time Simon nodded and Dave said,
"Hang on here a minute. I'll lock up and pull the shutters down so that we aren't disturbed."
This would have been Simon's opportunity to get out before it was too late but he did not take it, did not want to take it. A moment later, Dave was back and he walked over to the safe and unlocked it and removed a small packet, which contained a real pornographic magazine. Opening the magazine at random, it was obvious to Simon that the pictures in this publication were clearer, in colour and showed men and boys with hard-ons. The wide-eyed look on my friend's face had obviously pleased Dave because he said quietly,
"Good, aren't they? They should make you really hard and ready to wank! You are old enough to cum, aren't you."
Simon nodded.
As he was speaking, Dave again placed his hand firmly against the front of Simon's trousers and squeezed the hard flesh that it was covering. Unable and unwilling to resist, my friend stood motionless as the older man gently undid the buttons of his trousers and allowed them to fall towards the floor. Simon's cock bulged in his underpants and Dave began to fondle it once again as he pressed himself hard up against my friend so that he could feel the older man's erection digging into him.
Simon did not resist as the shop manager pushed the waistband of his underwear down off his buttocks and then pulled it out and over his erect cock, which sprung up and out in front of him. Dave whispered the word `beautiful' as he took hold of the short, fat dick and gently massaged the silky skin so that the foreskin-covered glans were gradually exposed. Turning the pages of the magazine with one hand and wanking Simon with the other, the shop manager could feel his own excitement growing and he pressed even harder against the bare buttocks of the teenager. Simon found himself pushing back against Dave and, more out of instinct than anything else, pushed a hand between himself and the older man and began to feel the rock hard dick. The stimulation of the pictures and the attention of Dave's hand was proving too much for Simon and it did not take long before he started to shoot his spunk so that it ran over the partially covered head of his cock and down onto Dave's fingers and hand, covering the older man with sticky teenage cream.
As he shot his load, Simon had been desperately trying to wank Dave's cock through the material of his trousers, but without much success. As soon as he had finished wanking his young newspaper boy off, Dave whispered,
"Have you ever seen a real hard man cock before, Simon?"
My friend shook his head and Dave grinned at him a she undid his trousers and fished inside to produced his monster cock. When it was fully exposed, Simon thought that the older man's cock looked like a rather larger version of his own dick. He reached over and rather gingerly took hold of it as Dave said encouragingly,
"Go on then, give it a wank! I'll do it if you don't want to, but give it a try first?"
Simon offered no reply except to take hold of the large cock and, once he had found a suitable place to stand so that he could get a proper grip, work his hand up and down the shaft as fast as he could. It was obvious that my friend was doing something right because, within seconds, Dave was panting and obviously cumming. A moment later, the red piss slit widened and, to Simon's delight and amazement, a rocket of spunk flew across the room and splattered onto the floor. This was followed by several more powerful jets of cum until finally the ball cream dried up and Dave asked Simon to release the grip he had on his cock. By now, my friend was hard again and, as the older man recovered from his orgasm, Simon wanked off and produced a second load of jizz, which brought an appreciative sound of approval from his audience of one.
This was the first of many such occasions in the back office of the newsagents, in return for which Simon was allowed to remove copies of `Health and Efficiency' and report on any reaction to the pictures from among his group of friends.
Of course, Simon developed new skills and indulged in new activities over the following meetings. Within a few weeks, he had received and given his first blow job and, within a month or so, had been fucked up his virgin hole by Dave, who had taken his cherry with Simon lying naked across the office desk. From time to time Dave showed my friend increasingly provocative photos from magazines and eventually persuaded him to meet another older man. This friend of Dave was delighted when Simon agreed to be the `meat' in a sandwich made up of himself and the shop manager.
All these revelations came as a terrible surprise to me as Simon told me how he had come to terms with his sexual needs. It was fortunate that the night had no moon as his story had given me a ache in my groin and I really wanted to tell my best friend how much I would love to have sex with him. But I held back, something I was to regret later.
Simon had not finished his revelations for the night and told me other things about his life including the fact that, like Dave before him, he had deflowered and educated a young teenager and related the pleasure that they had both taken from the experience. When he finished telling me this, Simon said quietly,
"You asked me earlier if there was anyone special and I said no but if truth were told he would be the one I would have brought to the wedding, but I know that is impossible."
We sat for a long time in silence after that and then Simon said it was time we got back and so we walked slowly back into the village and separated to go our different ways home. As we parted, my friend looked earnestly at me and asked me a question,
"Now you know the truth about me and my lifestyle. What do you think I should do tomorrow?"
I thought for a moment before replying,
"I think I'd leave it. It's Jimmy's big day, don't steal his glory. Tell everyone when we're all back at Christmas."
Simon seemed relieved,
"You're right, Steve. I don't want to spoil Jimmy's day either, so Christmas it is!"
The following day, the wedding went perfectly. A pleasant late autumn day, bride and groom looking suitably happy and the chance to catch up with the gang', as well as to eat and drink together in happy enjoyment. After the bride and groom had left our group stayed on for a while before rather drunkenly wending our way home. The next day, nursing mighty hangovers, we all met again at the Six Bells' for the hair of the dog and, for those who could face it, something to eat. After that, we all left and returned to our places of work or study, ready to start the following week. As I left the pub, I hugged Simon closely and he whispered,
"Christmas!"
"Yes", I replied, "not long to wait."
With that we parted.
The telephone call came early one morning and I groggily answered the persistent ringing. The caller was Jimmy, who sounded flustered and upset as he spoke,
"Steve, I've been trying to get hold of you for an hour. I've got some terrible news. It's Simon. He's been drowned. I think it was an accident."
It was only later that I found out the truth, that Simon's parents had found out about his sexual orientation as a result of returning home from holiday early and finding their son in bed with a teenage boy. They had thrown my friend out of their house there and then and, unable to cope, he had got drunk and jumped into the sea at the headland. The cold water and the icy air temperature ensured that the end was mercifully quick.
Even to this day, I still think back and regret that I never admitted my own sexual leanings to Simon. We could have had so many good times together and maybe, just maybe, he would not have died. However, I did not have my friend's courage and that was the reason why I missed a real opportunity to make an effective change, not only in my own life but in that of another person.
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