DISCLAIMER:
This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
Thank you to all who responded to the first part of the story you have encouraged me to write more and turn this into a trilogy.
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
Chapter 2: Catching Up
Geoff and Paul walked back down Burton Road, turned left and there was the pub looking just like it had all those years earlier. As they walked up the path to the door through a small garden, Paul said,
"I expect you'll notice some changes in here since your last visit, the old alcoves have all gone and it's all open plan now, but not too bad."
Geoff nodded and said,
"You're right, everywhere I've been the pubs have been modernised. Does this one sell food now?"
Paul smiled and said,
"After a fashion, but I can't recommend it. What are you having to drink?"
Having bought their pints of bitter, the two old friends walked outside and sat down and Paul's little dog sat quietly next to his owner. Geoff thanked his companion for the drink and then said,
"I understand that you never got away from the old place then?"
Paul shook his head and replied rather sadly,
"No. Well there was Mother at first and then the job in the Accountancy Firm, getting a partnership and so on and I suppose I just came to like the inertia of it all. Not like you, a high flyer going hither and thither all the time!"
Geoff smiled at his friend and thought how easily they had got back into the rhythm of their relationship from all those years ago, it was just like starting a conversation after a gap of a few hours not several decades. In response to his friends comment, however, the returnee said quietly,
"It has its moments but it's not all it's cracked up to be. It's very difficult to settle down and form any kind of long-term relationship. Every time I thought I'd found the right partner, I'd be off again."
Paul nodded and said sympathetically,
"I assume from that remark that you never married then. As it happens I didn't either. I sold the big family house when I retired last year and bought a luxury apartment in the new block just across the road from here. It's a penthouse with a fantastic view across the estuary, just big enough for me and Nelson here."
At the sound of his name the dog cocked an ear, looked up but then lay back down again. Geoff had been looking with increasing concern at the bar menu of the pub but perked up when he heard his friend's remark,
"I didn't realise that you lived so close to here, I've just had an idea. The place I'm staying at has a rather good restaurant, why don't you take Nelson back home and we can have dinner at my hotel. That way we can chat more quietly and enjoy some rather better food than this place has to offer."
Paul drained his pint before nodding and agreeing to his friend's suggestion, especially after Geoff had named the hotel in question, which was widely regarded as the best and most expensive in the vicinity. As soon as both men had finished their drinks, Paul led the way back to his apartment block and they went up in the lift to the penthouse. Standing looking out of the large bay window, Geoff whistled and said,
"I can see what you mean about the view, it's fantastic!! I'd love to stay and watch the sun set but I guess we ought to head to the hotel or we'll miss the deadline for dinner. Before we go, do you mind if I just use your loo?"
Paul pointed to the toilet and Geoff walked down the corridor to door. The short journey gave the visitor a chance to check out the rest of the apartment and this confirmed his suspicion that, like himself, he and his friend still shared the sexual tastes and activities of their youth. It was with this warm and encouraging thought that entered Geoff's head as he stood peeing into the toilet bowl. As he flicked the last drop of urine off his cock end, Geoff felt it tingle slightly with anticipation but at the same time he was unsure how to broach the subject.
While his friend was in the toilet Paul was thinking over what had been said and wondered whether the signs that he had detected were confirmation that Geoff was still as actively gay as he had been as a teenager, but, like his friend in the toilet, Paul was not sure how to bring the subject up. Moments later Geoff returned and the two old friends were walking out of the apartment and down the road back towards Geoff's car and driving back to his hotel.
As they drove back to the hotel the two men pointed out places on the way and reminisced about the `old days'. One area particularly disappointed Geoff and this was the old bit of waste ground on which he, Paul and several others had played football or cricket as the season demanded most weekends and during the school holidays. In place of the bumpy and patchy grass there now stood a large, ugly block of concrete clad flats rising six storeys above the ground. Geoff groaned when he saw them and uttered the one word,
"Hideous!!"
Paul grunted agreement and replied,
"Yes and to think that was where we had so much fun playing our versions of footie and cricket."
"Indeed so," Geoff replied grimly and then added, "Do you ever see any of the others at all? I'm afraid I've lost touch with all of them."
Paul's response was sad rather than bitter,
"No you were never that good at keeping in touch were you? You never came back even for holidays once you went to London and university. I still see Timmy Brooks occasionally and, for a while, I was very close to Jason Carter. You remember his brother, David, I suppose?"
Geoff nodded. He remembered David very well. The handsome boy was a year older than Geoff and his friends and had, according to his own account, been a lady-killer since the age of 14. No morning school break was complete without at least one revelation about Dave's sex life and his taunt that he expected most of his audience would have to go for a wank after he told them what had happened. Geoff and some of his friends often did do precisely that but not for the reason that Dave thought! On the other hand, Geoff could not place Jason at all and said so.
Paul decided that his chance had come and so he told his friend the story of his involvement with Jason Carter. It had begun a few weeks after the older man had graduated and was starting work in the accountancy firm. Jason's mother was a friend of Paul's mother and had asked whether the young man would be willing to tutor her younger son in preparation for his forthcoming exams. Never one to shrink from offering her son's services for any purpose, however unsuited he may have been for it, Mrs Griffiths had committed Paul to taking on the challenge. A day or two later, Jason had made his first appearance at the house.
Like his brother Jason was handsome but in a softer way. The teenager had curly fair hair, blue eyes, there was a cheeky look on the youngster's face and thick, sensuous lips surrounded his mouth. Paul found the young man unbearably sexy but fought hard to contain his desire. However after the third meeting it was Jason who brought up the subject of sex. On this particular day the teenager was wearing a tight pair of jeans that bulged in all the right places and sat opposite Paul with his legs apart and his work spread out in front of him. The teacher tried to concentrate on going over the work that had been done and was pleased that for once it seemed as though Jason had grasped the concepts and understood the work he had been set. As the lesson drew to a close, Jason grinned at Paul and said,
"Can I ask you something? Do you have a girlfriend?"
Paul was on the point of saying something about not answering impertinent questions but a sixth sense seemed to work and he replied,
`No, I don't."
Jason nodded and said,
"Neither do I. I guess you're the same as me then, aren't you?"
Paul was not sure how to answer the question and blushed as the teenager continued,
"You know what I mean, you have to spend a lot of time exercising your right arm and bringing yourself relief."
As he spoke the teenager made an obvious gesture of wanking a cock only inches in front of his crotch. Paul looked on and smiled slightly at Jason's rather crude approach but then nodded and said,
"Yes, I suppose I do."
Jason looked across at Paul and said, quietly,
"Tell you what. I couldn't half do with one right now!"
The teenager placed his hand flat against the bulging jeans and the tight material showed the length of the cock hidden beneath. Jason did not say a word but the look in his eyes was one that Paul knew and recognised and the two acknowledged that fact that they each understood what the other meant and wanted. A moment later, Jason was moving to unzip his tight jeans, but Paul whispered fiercely,
"No, not here, Jason!! My mother's in the room next door and she might come in any moment or go past and see what is going on. I know a much better place we can go. Hold on a minute, I'll just check my mother is busy."
Jason saw the logic of what was being suggested but still stood up and pushed his hands into the pockets of his tight jeans, emphasising the rock hard erection even more. The teenager's arousal would have been obvious to anyone had they seen it, so Paul indicated that the teenager should wait a moment as he went off to ensure that his mother was safely out of the way. Seconds later the older man returned and led the teenager down to the basement of the house.
Years before, on wet days and in winter when they could not find anywhere else to go for their sex games, Paul and Geoff had used the basement of Paul's house because it had a full size billiard table in there. If asked, the pair of horny teenagers would say that they were going down to play billiards or snooker and, once down there, they could block the door with a chair because it would be `in the way' of the game. Naturally little billiards or snooker was ever played but the wooden stairs and the blocked door gave adequate warning if anyone came down to see what was going on. The only disadvantage of the location was that it was not really possible to get fully naked unless the house was empty but it was adequate enough for the limited acts of mutual masturbation and cock rubbing that the two teenagers indulged in at that time.
So it was to here that Paul brought Jason. The older man switched on the lights, revealing the covered billiard table and carefully moved the chair across the door to block entry. Jason looked around with a slightly puzzled look on his face but, once he realised that he was not expected to play billiards, the teenager stood provocatively waiting for Paul to make the first move. When the older man made no effort, the teenager took hold of Paul's hand and placed it firmly on the zip of his jeans. Paul felt a thrill of anticipation course through his body as he pulled down the zip and felt the firm flesh through the material of Jason's underpants. A moment later and the beautifully formed uncut cock was in his hand and Paul began to wank the teenager slowly and carefully watching with fascination as the velvety skin moved easily on and off the pink cock head. Jason watched as the older man played expertly with the teenage cock and sighed gently as he enjoyed the attentions of the older man. Paul wanted to go further and suck the beautiful dick into his mouth but was unsure whether this might not be going to far and, in any case, might be risky. The results of Paul's masturbation were obvious, copious amounts of pre-cum were flowing from Jason's piss slit and running down the shaft making the skin slap noisily and sexily with ever up and down movement. The older man increased the speed of his wanking, using the greasy pre-cum to lubricate the length of the horny teenager's cock. Jason was leaning forward steadying himself with one hand on Paul's shoulder and gasping for breath. The older man knew that it would not be long before the horny youth reached his climax. Anxious to maximise the pleasure Paul used every trick he knew to prolong the build-up but finally a low moan emerged from Jason as his piss slit flared and a fountain of spunk shot into the air and splattered onto the stone floor. This was followed by three more similar but smaller shots before finally the last drop of ball cream dribbled out and joined the rest in a creamy puddle on the ground. The teenager was breathing heavily and he and Paul looked at the mess they had created and Paul said, quietly,
"It looks to me as though you needed that! What a beautiful cock and what a great cum!!"
Between gasps, Jason responded,
"Thanks, Paul! It was you and your wonderful technique that did that!!"
The teenager looked at Paul and noted the large wet stain on the front of the older man's trousers and went on,
"Did you cum in your pants, you dirty sod?"
Paul shook his head and said,
"No, of course not, that's just pre-cum. I was going to finish myself off after you'd recovered and could watch."
Jason grinned mischievously and said,
"I ain't watching you!"
Paul looked crestfallen and then the teenager added,
"I'm going to do you myself. Let's get it out!!"
Jason reached inside Paul's trousers and felt the pre-cum sodden underwear that was wet and sticky to the touch and quickly pulled them aside to gain access to the thick cock. The teenager's hands expertly gripped and played with Paul's shaft and balls, which had been lubricated by the pre-cum. Paul's cock was throbbing and it only took a few strokes before he was ready to cum. As Jason pumped the shaft, pulling the foreskin clear of the head, Paul moaned and gasped and then his creamy jizz came out of his balls, along the shaft and spluttered out all over the teenager's hands and dripped onto the floor to join the pool of spunk that was already there.
"Thanks, Jason, that was great, more than I deserve as a reward for tutoring you," Paul gasped as he recovered his breath.
Jason grinned as he replied,
"My pleasure!! Maybe next time we can try something .. something a bit more adventurous?"
Paul looked hard at the teenager and saw the look in his eye and knew that this was the start of a relationship that would be destined to continue and grow stronger. At the same time the older man was under no illusion, Paul knew that over the coming weeks the relationship would blossom and that he and Jason would explore the full range of sexual activity including sucking and fucking each other. On the other hand, it was clear that Jason was no stranger to gay sex and, in the same way his older brother had made many sexual conquests over the girls of the area, Jason would behave in a similar way with the men he encountered. That said, it was remarkable that Jason and Paul continued their relationship not for the few weeks the older partner expected but for several years until finally and, more or less by mutual consent, the couple parted.
Paul's revelation came as no great surprise to Geoff who found that he was getting hard and excited by the account his friend gave him of this affair. The two men had sat in the car outside the hotel until Paul had finished his story and Geoff had been tempted to suggest that they adjourn to his room order room service and have a proper reunion there. However, he decided that the food in the restaurant along with a nice bottle of wine would be an even better preparation for what he had in mind.
Once Paul had finished his story, Geoff opened the door and led the way into the hotel reception area where he made sure that he and his guest could have dinner in the restaurant. Leading Paul to the bar, Geoff ordered them each a drink and, as they sat drinking their aperitif, a good-looking young waiter brought them a menu, which Paul noted was excellent both in quality and range of options.
After a short while the waiter returned and took the two men's order and Paul and Geoff sat finishing their drinks and making rather nervous small talk. Each was aware of the rekindling of the bond that had existed between them all those years ago but equally wary of pushing too hard or too fast and spoiling the moment. After a brief lull in the conversation, Paul took the initiative and asked his friend,
"I know you travel a lot and I read about you often in the newspapers, but what about your private life. I told you what happened to me after you'd gone, how about you?"
Geoff looked back impassively and replied flatly,
"As I said earlier, life was always hectic and every time I came close to making a partnership work, I was jetting off for some time to another country. Unlike you and Jason, I had to make do with mostly casual contacts made through visits to discreet clubs or pubs, but always being careful, like you. Of course there were the odd occasions when I thought I had found the right one, so to speak but then some work commitment would turn up."
Paul shook his head sadly and said,
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must have been as lonely as it was frustrating!"
Geoff agreed but smiled as he added,
"In a way it was, but I don't want you to think that I never got any kind of relationships going. Life at university was fun but again I always held back from committing myself fully, but even so I had my moments then and afterwards. There were other times as well when I had loads of fun so, although I would agree it was not ideal, I don't want you to get the wrong impression, I got my share!"
At this moment the young waiter, whose name was Nick, came across to where the two men were sitting and informed them that their table was ready, so Geoff and Paul followed him into the hotel restaurant. The meal was extremely good and was washed down with some excellent wine. As they ate, the two friends reminisced about the teenage years although most of the conversation stayed on issues that were deemed appropriate for a public restaurant where others could overhear what was being said. The waiter, Nick, did a good job and he looked after the diners with efficiency but without too much in the way of intrusion. After the two had chosen their dessert, Nick asked them if they would like coffee and both said they did and would prefer it in the lounge after they had finished.
It was only as he got up from the table that Paul realised that he had drunk rather more than he was used to and that his friend had also consumed a similar amount and would be in no state to drive his car back to the apartment several miles away. As they walked, rather unsteadily towards the coffee lounge, Paul said,
"I guess I had better phone for a taxi to take me home, you're in no state to drive, Geoff, you know that, don't you?"
Geoff nodded his agreement but as he sat down he replied,
"You don't need to go home, you know, my room here is more than large enough to accommodate the two of us!"
As he finished speaking, Geoff gave his friend a tap on the leg that meant that he had more on his mind than just sleeping in the same room as his friend. Paul flushed slightly and looked round, anxiously, and Geoff remembered how much fun he and his friends always had in doing things designed to provoke the ultra cautious teenager all those years ago. After a moment, Paul spoke,
"You can't do that, you haven't paid for two people to use the room!!"
Geoff laughed out loud,
"I might have known you would respond in that way, Paul, you were always so predictable. But let me put you right on two points. The first is I've done it hundreds of times all over the world and never had any problems. The second, this is one of those hotel chains that sells you a room and does not charge per person, it's one reason why I always use them as you never know what fate may hold in store!! So you have nothing to worry about, we won't be chucked out half way through the night and your name won't appear in the local paper as having appeared in court on some charge of trying to defraud a hotel!!"
Paul still looked dubious but was influenced to believe his friend by a number of factors. Geoff may often have pulled his leg about things in the past but however outrageous the proposed behaviour it had always been within the law if sometimes only just. In any case, although he could go home by taxi, he was rather the worse for wear from the drink and a nice bed to crash down on would be very welcome. Finally, the thought of spending the night and, possibly at some point, rekindling the old relationship he had previously enjoyed with Geoff, was so compelling that Paul offered no further objections to the proposal. Despite himself, the local man even accepted his friend's offer of a brandy with his coffee and, ads he did so also accepted the invitation to stay the night in the hotel.
The two friends drank their coffee and brandy in an unhurried manner and then made their way slowly through the reception area to the lift and travelled up to Geoff's room. By the time of their departure from the lounge the place was deserted except for the ubiquitous Nick, who stood near the restaurant entrance watching their retreat with an interested smile on his face.
Hope you liked this part of the story. Whether you did or not feedback is always welcome. Email me at cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk