The seventies were probably the best years of my life living on the south coast. My father was serving in the navy and was based on one of the aircraft carriers based in Portsmouth. We lived in a small house about 5 miles from the docks.
I was 16 and just about to leave school when I met the Furgusons. My dad Phil was on the same ship as Steve Furguson and my parents would often attend naval functions together and consequently became close friends.
When both our dad's were away in long trips at sea our mothers would get together to keep each other company.
The Fergusons had three children. Geoff was the oldest, and his sisters Cherry and Liz were a couple of years younger. I was the same age as the Ferguson girls, and my sister was three years younger.
As kids, we spent many days together, and we all got along very well. Occasionally, we would stay the night at Ferguson's, which I enjoyed very much. They only lived a short drive from us closer to the port in Portsmouth.
Mum had use of my father's car while he was away so we would often go down and see June and the kids. We would normally arrive in the morning in time for breakfast. Then stay the day before returning home in the evenings.
The first time we stayed overnight was during the school holidays it was a bit cramped. I shared Geoff's bedroom sleeping on a camp bed next to his and my sister would sleep in Cherry's room. Liz being the oldest had her own bedroom. My mum would share with June.
All five of us kids would play together either in the house and gardens or the nearby fields which was my favourite place. The field had old air raid bunkers dotted along one side pointing towards the sea they were a mixture of gun emplacement and storage buildings.
My mum Sue and June would go off shopping together for food while we played all day. I loved June's cooking she was especially good at baking sponge cakes with lashing of cream and jam filling.
Many years later, we are all grown adults now. Geoff has a successful sales job, and the girls work locally in the shopping center. But they all still live at home with their mother. Their dad, however, had left their mom a couple of years ago after an affair with someone he met in Malta on leave. Unfortunately, our dad passed away unexpectedly last year from a heart attack which hit us badly. Dad had a small amount of saving however he had a fairly good pension from the navy which my mum now gets. This with what we both eatnt meant we could pay off the mortgage and live reasonably well. My sister moved out shortly after our dad died and was now living in Scotland with her boyfriend.
Mum still has regular contact with June on the phone, but we hadn't seen them for nearly two years. June suggested that we should drive down on a Friday night and spend the weekend with them. I must admit I was looking forward to seeing the girls, as I had always a particular crush on Cherry. She always was very kind and funny growing up. I loved spending time with her.
We arrived around 7pm after the drive down and were met by June and the girls as we parked the car on their driveway. Geoff was still out with his friends but expected to be home shortly. We had only just entered the house when I heard the roar of a motorcycle coming into the driveway. It was Geoff. Geoff walked in wearing full leathers still wearing his crash helmet. He took it off I nearly didn't recognise him as he had long blond hair now.
We had been invited to stay for the weekend so I had to share it with Geoff again both girls had separate rooms and my mum would be sharing with June as normal.
On Saturday, Mum and June decided they would go shopping with the girls, so I was left with Geoff to entertain me most of the day. Sunday we were all booked in the nearby pub for family lunch before we returned home in the evening..
I took my bag up to Geoff's room and noticed it hadn't changed much since we were kids. Some of his favourite toys I remembered were still in pride of place on his display shelves. He had several characters from star wars, his old spud gun and a James Bond matchbox car still in its box. The main thing that had changed I saw as soon as I walked into his room was the posters on the walls. They used to be rock bands and pictures of motorcycles but now they had been replaced by pictures of shirtless men. I questioned Geoff about them, and he said,
"I like them. My preference is men now."
I must admit I never saw that coming. Growing up, Geoff always had a good supply of naughty girlie magazines hidden away showing explicit pictures. Many times, we thumbed through the magazines, masturbating together over the pictures and the stories.
Never once did I think he would become gay and I must admit did feel a little uncomfortable staying in his room. I thought about it and decided he wouldn't try anything on with me with the others in the house, and in any way, I am probably not his type, considering the pictures on the wall.
I dropped the bag, and we went down to the living room. We had a great evening all together reviewing some of the funny times we spent visiting as kids. Eventually, we all went to bed.
I was sleeping on a camp bed next to Geoff's bed. He said good night to me and turned the lights off. I must have fallen asleep straight away but was woken suddenly around two in the morning. I could hear Geoff grunting; at first I thought he was dreaming in his sleep. I looked up over the side of his bed and saw a silhouette of him sitting on the opposite side of his bed with his back towards me. I could make out his rapid arm movements in the dim light. It was obvious he was wanking and about to cum his gasping got louder and his arm stopped, he must have shot his cum on his hand as he got up straight away and went off to the bathroom bare bottomed.
I pretended to be asleep when he returned, he got back into bed and went to sleep. I played with myself for a while but nothing was happening I was too tired. It wasn't long before I fell asleep too.
The next morning I woke before Geoff, I showered and came into the bedroom with a towel around my waist. I saw Geoff looking at me intently but wasn't thinking as we have seen each other naked loads of times in the past. I dropped my towel and put on my underwear. Geoff was weirdly smiling at me.
I went down for breakfast and left Geoff to get ready. My mum and the girls were already there tucking into a cooked breakfast. I was greeted by June in the kitchen.
"Morning Jason would you like a cooked breakfast and is Geoff coming down?" June said.
"Yes, please; I don't think Geoff will be long," I said.
After breakfast, the mums and the girls headed off to town.
Geoff said, "Let's go over to the air raid bunkers. We can get some beers on the way."
"Ok," I said.
Geoff brought a backpack down from his room and we headed off to the local shop. We picked up two six-packs of beers and some crisps. Geoff put them in his bag, and we headed off to the field bunkers.
Disappointingly, all the bunkers had been fenced off to the public. Geoff said that was because a child was seriously hurt in one of them. The child had fallen down the ladders to the lower levels, where they used to hold the gun shells during the war and was seriously hurt. The bunkers have a preservation order on them so the city council decided to board up the doors and fench them off until they could decide what to do with them.
"Don't worry," Geoff said, "we can climb over there," pointing to the fence nearest to a tree.
We climbed over and made our way to the entrance which was boarded up with a corrugated metal sheet. One of the corners had been bent up so I guess kids had already found their way in since it was blocked off.
We entered the bunker, I hadn't remembered how dark and smelly it was there. It took me a while to adjust my eyes to see the steps going down, there was also a very strong stale smell of piss, probably from all the years of kids' visits.
Inside, Geoff got out the Tilly lamp that he always bought with him. He lit the wick, which immediately lit up the room. Graffiti covered every inch off the walls probably created by the local kids. The old sofa was still there, although in a very poor state now but it was still usable. There was also evidence of ashes from a recent small fire and discarded sweet wrappers all over the floor.
We settled down on the sofa, and Geoff got out the beers and crisps. We had finished off three of the tins of beers each and all the crisps while chatting about friends, motorbikes and relationships. I must admit I was feeling quite lightheaded by now.
Geoff handed me another tin, but I needed to pee. I got up and went over to the corner of the room and released my bladder. I finished what I was doing and returned to the sofa. Geoff was sitting there with a pile of his magazines beside him.
"I thought we could thumb through these together like old times," Geoff said.
I sat down and opened my beer and picked up one of the mags an old copy of Rustler I remembered I had already seen before. I pawed over the pages of the girls, which were already affecting my knob. I glanced over and saw Geoff, who was holding his magazine opened on a page of very explicit pictures of males simulating sexual positions.
Geoff put down his mag, stood up and pulled down his trousers. His erect cock sprung out, oh my god it was big I thought. I have seen his cock many times before, but I swear it looked at least twice as big as I remembered. I can tell you I had always felt inadequate against his size, but now he made me look positively puny in comparison.
He was sitting next to me, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the bell end. I couldn't help but glance over at it as it oozed pre-cum out of the hole.
