Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 14:55:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Opportunity Missed

DISCLAIMER:

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

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
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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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