Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 10:54:12 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Down memory Lane - 2

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