What Might Have Been

This is a story that tells of sex between adult men. If you do not like, disapprove, or if it is illegal for you, then please move on. My thanks go to John and Hank who have proof read this chapter. Any remaining errors, mistakes etc are entirely mine. The work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. There will be 5 Chapters or parts. Jeff at jeffyrks'hotmail.com

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 2

The change of meeting place made a marked change in my relationship with Frank. I thought it over carefully in the three and half days before we met on that Saturday afternoon. We would be meeting in his home. It was his territory. I considered several times during those days whether I was right to entrust myself that much to Frank. He seemed a decent enough chap. I thought our three meetings would have shown me if he was not to be trusted or if he was unpleasant or a danger in any way. I got away from school quickly and cycled round to his house. It was like many in the neighbourhood, a typical semi-detatched house. It had been built before the war. The post war boom in the building of new houses was still to come. There was a small front garden with its privet hedge, and three or four rose bushes. There was a garage at the side, which showed that it was of later build than many of its type. Whether Frank's folk had ever had a car or not, I did not know, but there was at least room for one. I opened the wooden front gate and wheeled my cycle in. I rang the front door bell. Frank soon opened the door. "Let's take your bike round the back." He led the way round to the back of the house where my bike could be left out of sight of the road. He led the way in through the back door. Let's have a proper look at you." It was the first time we had seen each other in daylight. Our complexions could be seen more clearly, without the artificial colour of the sodium gas lighting that was then popular on most of the main roads. I stood there for a moment while he looked at me. I was still in my school uniform. Yes, the school uniform was compulsory even at my age! Grey flannel trousers, black shoes, and navy-blue blazer with the school badge proudly emblazoned on the breast pocket. I was wearing a white shirt with a school tie. My school cap was in my hand, as I had been properly taught that a male should never wear headgear inside a building. Frank looked me up and down, while I did the same to him. I must have been about five foot ten and a half then, I think I grew another half inch or so after that date. My hair was quite dark, and my eyes hazel coloured, at least that is what my present passport says. He was dressed in more relaxed attire: grey flannel trousers, (jeans were still to come), a coloured open neck shirt and a pullover. He was wearing slippers. He was slightly taller than me, and being that much older, was more fully built. He had blue eyes, and light brown hair. "Jeff, I like you in your school uniform. My cock likes the sight of you too." He thrust his cock forward and I could see the protrusion in his trousers. "Mine's the same too." I did the same towards him. "Ready for action then. But I am failing to be a good host. Would you like a drink after cycling from school?" "No, I'm fine." "No point in standing around gossiping. Follow me." He led the way upstairs into the back bedroom. There was a double bed in the room, and various pictures showing fast cars and a yacht. "There's a double bed in here, so that we can sleep visitors. When grandparents come I have to clear out into the little bedroom at the front." Again we stood looking at each other with broad grins on our faces. He stepped closer, removed my blazer, and hung it over the back of a chair. Then he undid my tie and put that with the blazer. Then he knelt down and took off my shoes, and placed them neatly under the chair. Again he stood looking at me, I think he was deciding what to do next. I could see he was enjoying undressing me, so I just stood waiting. Next he pulled my shirt out of the trousers and took it off. This too was carefully placed on the back of the chair. My chest was now bare before him. He ran his hand over my chest, ruffling the very small patch of hair in between my nipples. "This is much better than outside, where it's dark and often wet. Now for the exciting bit." He undid the belt that held up my trousers. Then he undid all the fly buttons. He lowered my trousers, and I stepped out of them. He took them, folded them carefully and put them on the chair. I was standing there in my white pants, with my cock fully hard, pushing the material out. He lowered my pants, and stood gazing at my cock. "That's better. Seeing it properly. I think we will be able to have a good time together." "Do you want me to undress you?" "Not today. Get on the bed, while I undress." I got on the bed, and watched him undress at the greatest speed. His clothes were tidily put on another chair. I saw for the first time what a wonderful body he had. He had much more body hair than even the hairiest boys at school. This was all going to be a new experience. Then he joined me on the bed. He pressed his body against mine, hugged me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. "I've wanted to do this since our first meeting, Jeff." I put my arms round him and held him close. Our cocks were pressed together. "There is so much we can do together." He pulled away slightly and ran his hand lightly up and down my body, Then he concentrated on my cock and balls. "Just lie back, and enjoy what I'm doing to you." With a delicate touch he played with my cock and balls, and began to feel around my groin. As his fingers worked there I opened my legs a little, and his finger reached my perineum. I parted my legs even further. "Like that?" He continued for a while. Then he stopped and looked down at me. "Did you like that?" "I should say. It was super." "Good. Now shut your eyes, and don't open them." "What are you going to do?" "Something I think you'll enjoy. Go on. If you don't like what I'm doing just say stop', and I promise you I'll stop immediately." "Okay then." I shut my eyes and felt his hand hold my cock. He was moving around on the bed. Suddenly I felt this wet warm soft sensation engulf my cock. I couldn't help it, I opened my eyes. I was amazed to see him sucking my cock. He looked up at me, and when he saw I was watching him he stopped. "Like it?" "I should say." "Haven't you ever done it with any of your friends at school?" "No! Never even thought of doing it. Do you want me to do it to you?" There must have been a note of reservation in my voice. "Only when you really want to do it. I think it takes a little while to adjust to thinking about it. But if you enjoyed it, I'll do it some more." With that he resumed his sucking of my cock. He must have sensed that I was moving towards a climax because he stopped and moved so that we were lying side by side. "You taste good, Jeff, do you know that?" "No." "Haven't you even tasted your own spunk?" "No." Frank laughed. "You must have been very strictly potty trained." "I think I was." "You still think that some of the things we do down there are a bit dirty?" I nodded. "I enjoy sucking your cock, you taste good, and you enjoy having your cock sucked, so what is wrong with doing something we are both enjoying?" I was not sure about the complete logic of his argument, but I know I wanted him to do it some more. When I had recovered I started playing with his cock. I did to him the things he had done to me. Every movement of my fingers on his cock, or holding his balls, and feeling all around and behind brought murmurs of appreciation from Frank. I soon found that what he liked most was for me to run the very tips of my fingers around his equipment, and especially over his perineum and the tops of his legs. "I like that, Jeff. You're getting quite skilled at it." "I'm glad you like it." I gave him a kiss, but he held me to him, and we had a bout of passionate kissing. "I want to toss you off, and watch your spunk shoot out." "Good. Carry on." I got to work. I played with his cock, and slowly moved my hand up and down. Because he was uncircumcised there seemed to be much more freedom of movement than with my own, and my school friends', circumcised cocks. The foreskin completely covered the head on the upward stroke, and then the full head appeared in all its glory. I continued doing this quite slowly. Frank was obvious enjoying it. Then he asked, "Faster Jeff, faster." It didn't take long then. I felt his thick cock jerk, and then a great gush of white spunk shot out onto his stomach. Three or four times, though with lessening force, that happened. He gave a great sigh, and murmured, "Thank you." We lay on our sides facing each other, barely touching. I am not sure how long we lay like that. Eventually Frank reached out and pulled me closer to him. He gave me a kiss. "Thanks, Jeff. That was good." "It was more than just good for me. You have taken me into new territory." "Sucking you?" "Yes." "There's much more. And your Uncle Frank is going to be your teacher." "Good. I look forward to the next lesson. When will it be?" "Not today. One lesson at a time. When you next come round." "Next week?" "If you can. Roll on next week." "But who was your teacher, Frank?" He looked at me and grinned. "I've had several teachers, plus years of experience." "Who was your first teacher?" "It was a cousin, like so many. My mother's folk came from Colchester way. One of her brothers had a farm on Mersey Island. We used to go there every year for a holiday. It was great, - country, with its farm life. Seaside as well, though the sea there goes out for miles at low tide. You can only swim at high tide, otherwise it's miles of mud. "I think I was about fourteen, maybe only thirteen. I was beginning to get interested in these things." Frank put a finger under my cock, and flipped it. "This cousin was about seventeen. He did a lot of work on his father's farm, so he was well developed, good set of muscles. He looks like me in some ways. I take after my mother's side of the family. We used to go down for a swim every day when the tide was in. This, of course, was a different time each day, nearly an hour later each day. It was when the tides were high in the evening. My cousin, Greg and myself, had gone down for a late swim. Usually there were several of us. A couple of his sisters often came down for a swim, and sometimes even his father. But that evening there were just the two of us. "There was no one else around. The sun was getting low, and the colours in the sky and sparking on the water were wonderful. We always wore our swimming trunks under our clothes. I think I was just wearing shorts, shirt and plimsolls. [Light rubber soled canvas shoes worn for various sports] So when we got down to the sea it was stripping off till we were down to our swimming trunks, and into the sea we ran. We swam and larked around. He liked to swim under the water and pull me under, whether I was swimming or standing on the bottom. He was always great fun. "The tide was beginning to drop, and the water was getting shallower, so we decided to call it a day, and come in. For the first time we were alone on the beach. When the girls are present you have to be careful, not to show them things, like this." Frank held my cock briefly, and cupped my balls. "We only have these to keep covered, the girls have their titties as well. Anyway, he just pulls off his trunks and stands there drying himself with a towel. I did the same, but looked at him. He saw what I was looking at. You've seen one like his before, haven't you?' "I shook my head. Not a big one like yours.' " Take a good look if you want.' It's so big!' I said. Greg laughed. I'm glad you like it. Yours will be as big one day. There are some that are bigger than me, and some smaller, but most about this size.' I was a cheeky lad in those days. How do you know? Have you seen that many?' I've seen quite a number.' I think he blushed slightly, but I was not absolutely sure as the sun was very low in the sky, and shining red. "That was all that happened that night. Not much, but it led to further developments. Their farmhouse was quite a big old building. It was built for servants with a staircase leading off the kitchen to a couple of small bedrooms where the maids would sleep in the so called, Good Old Days'! Greg's bedroom was up there, and so was mine. In previous years I had been sent to bed an hour or more before he came up, so we had little to do with each other upstairs. Now that I was older I usually came up first, and he would follow a few minutes later. He usually called out Good night' to me. "That night he came up and came into my room. Have you seen the moon, Frank?' No, why?' I replied. It is a full moon, and it's almost like daylight out there.' He was standing looking out of the window. Come and see.' I hopped out of bed and went over to the window." "In your pyjamas?" I asked. "Yes, in those days I wore them. Don't now." "So what happened?" "I joined him looking out of the window. He was right. The moon was full, and it was very bright outside. Tides in. Fancy a moonlight swim, Frank?' Yes, I should say.' Come on then, but don't make a noise, we can slip out of the kitchen door.' My swimming trunks are somewhere in the kitchen,' I said. What do you want them for? There'll be no one around, we can swim in our birthday suits.' "We crept down stairs and out of the house. The moon seemed huge, and so bright. It was about half a mile to the place where we usually swam. We crossed a couple of fields, disturbing some cows as we went, as they were not used to people around at that time of the night. Then on a wooden plank over a drainage dyke, over the sea wall, and down onto the saltings. Leave our things here, as the tide may well cover the saltings, and we don't want them to be washed away,' said Greg. The saltings are not very wide at that point and there was a well-walked path that twisted and turned down to where there was a patch of sand. I followed Greg, watching his bum cheeks jostle as he walked. To me as a youngster this was exciting stuff. A midnight swim in the nude! Two firsts for me! "We came to the usual swimming point, and the tide was well in. Greg ran down the short way, and plunged into the sea. I followed. We larked around. I had got the hang of swimming under the water, so we ended up playing a sort of tig. [tag, or he, or it – various names are given to children's game] I noticed that this time it was different. He seemed to like touching my cock. I first thought it was an accident because of the poor light. But after the third time, I knew it was deliberate. The next time I came at him under the water, and made a quick grab for his cock. He laughed, and from then on it was no holds barred. It was the other's cock that we were aiming to touch. There was a lot of laughter. I don't know how long we were larking around. I know the tide had turned when we came out." "Wasn't it cold in the water? The North Sea is never exactly warm." "Mersey Island is on the Blackwater, and when the tide is out it is a long way out. During the day the mud and sand gets heated by the sun, so the incoming tide gets quite warm on a hot summer day." "What happened next?" "There in the moonlight we stood facing each other, not attempting to hide anything. We were towelling ourselves dry. I noticed how when he was towelling his back his cock swung to and fro. You're really interested in my cock, aren't you, Frank?' It's so big!' You can touch it if you want.' I looked up at him, he nodded. Go on; if you want to.' Very hesitantly I reached out and touched his cock. Go on, hold if you want to.' I put my fingers round it, and of course, you know what happened?" "It started to get hard." "Exactly. Yours gets hard, doesn't it, Frank?' Yes,' I replied. Hard, his cock seemed absolutely huge! That feels good. Can I feel yours?" Mine was beginning to get hard, and when he reached out to hold it it was fully hard. Like that, Frank?' I think I just nodded. Have you spunked yet?' Greg asked. No. I know some of the lads at school have.' You look ready to start spunking.' Greg continued to play around with my cock. You like that don't you, Frank?' I think I just nodded. Let's go over the sea wall where there is some grass and we can lie down.' We picked up our clothes and towels and went over the sea wall. There was some good soft grass there. Greg put his towel flat on the grass. I did the same with mine, and Greg pulled it so it was alongside his. He then lay down on his towel, and patted mine to get alongside him. "When I lay down, he put his arms round me, and we cuddled. All right, young coz? Do you want to go back to bed?' No, I prefer it here with you.' He reached down and took hold of my cock. Still nice and hard I see.' I don't think I'd ever felt so hard. It felt as though it was going to bust. " I want to do something to you that I'm sure you'll like.' He didn't let me reply but plunged his head down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. I think I gasped in surprise and pleasure." "Like I did just now?" "Yes, like you did. First time's great, isn't it? I think it's always great. Greg continued to suck at my cock. Sometimes sucking, and at other times playing with it with his tongue in his mouth. I was squirming with pleasure. The sensations got better and better. He just continued to suck. I felt a strange sensation all over my body. Every nerve seemed to be more fully alive than ever before. Then it concentrated in my cock and balls. I thought for a moment I wanted to piss, but it was far more than that. I tried to wriggle free of Greg, but he gripped me tight. I lost all control and I felt something shooting out of my cock. Greg just continued sucking. After a while he looked up at me, there was an ear to ear grin on his face. Well done, Frank. You've spunked. Your first time?' I nodded. That was great. I've never felt anything like that before..' But my young cousin, you will feel it many many times, for years and years to come, and it will always feel good.' "He pulled me on top of him and placed me so that our cocks were touching. Like that?' I think I nodded. We lay there, both of us just enjoying being close. "Whose bed are we going to sleep in tonight?' asked Greg. What do you mean?' I asked. I'm not going to let you go now. Your bed or my bed?' Yours it's bigger.' `Then we can kiss and cuddle and go to sleep, and do anything we want when we are awake.'" "I presume you did a lot of things with Greg?" "Yes, a lot. But now I want another suck, Jeff." Frank got into position and started to suck. Very quickly I felt myself coming to the climax. "I'm going to shoot. I'm going to shoot!" I thought he would pull away, when he didn't I tried to wriggle away, but he grasped me all the tighter. I could not control myself, I was shooting deep into his mouth. When I had finished shooting he moved up the bed, and gave me a very spunky kiss. "Your own spunk, Jeff. Now you can find out how delicious it is." I did quite like it, and began to wonder what his would taste like. Frank reached over to look at his watch. "Time is getting on, and all good things must come to an end." "Unfortunately." "Till next week?" We gave each other a long hug and several kisses. Then we got off the bed and dressed. We went down stairs, and with a final kiss in the kitchen I made my way home. I remember hoping that I did not smell of him, as I could smell his lovely body scent about me. ****

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