AN INTIMATE RECOLLECTION
A short story by Xavier
The story I am about to relate had long been buried deep within the memory banks of my mind. It was only the actions of some young lads outside my window late one Friday night which brought it all flooding back to me in graphic detail. It seems only yesterday, and not the twenty or so years which have elapsed, that the events which I am going to share with you took place.
When I was 14, dad got a new job and we had to move from the centre of a big city to a fairly quiet suburb of a small Somerset town. It was no more than a village really, but had a large council estate straddling it. We lived on the South side of it. It wasn't a bad place I suppose, there were certainly more open spaces than I had been used to.
For the first couple of months, I didn't know too many people. I just went to school, came home, watched telly and went to bed. It was quite by accident, I was on my way to the chip shop, that I saw a couple of lads from my school hanging around the village shops one night. "Hi mate, what you up to then?" said one. "Just off to the chip shop to get some supper for my dad," I replied. I can remember those words so vividly, strange how certain things stick in your mind. They started to walk along side me. "Haven't we seen you at school?" "Yeah, expect so." "Not seen you about the village much." "No." It was quite a strained few minutes really. "Want to hang around a bit?" asked the bigger of the lads as I entered the chip shop. To cut a long story short, that's how I first met two of the village gang members.
Most nights after that, I would get home from school, finish my homework as quick as I could, have my tea and be down by the shops by 7.30 or so. Most of the lads in the gang went to my school, although a couple did attend another. The leader, being aged about 17, had left school and was an apprentice motor mechanic. We looked up to him and all the lads thought it great that he could fiddle around with cars all day. His name was John, we used to call him Johnny.
There wasn't that much to do in the village, especially in the evenings. Okay, there was a 'Youth club' but it was a bit of a run down old place and nothing much happened there anyway. We much preferred to just hang around, watching the world go by. Most of the lads smoked. I had never really experimented with cigarettes before, but once in with the lads, I had to try it. I think some of the others only did it to impress, I know I certainly did. Smoking never really did much for me but it did make me feel more 'one of the lads' at the time.
There were a couple of girls in our group, but they wouldn't always be with us, especially if it was a cold, wet evening. Naturally, John had a girlfriend, her name was Melanie and she was about 15. John would always be telling the lads about how he had sex with Melanie, not an evening went by without him revealing his latest exploit. How the lads' eyes would light up with excitement as he described, in lurid detail, how he played with her fanny and tits. We all believed every word of it, we had no reason not to because when Melanie was there they would always be snogging in the shadow of the shop doorway.
As I said, there were a couple of other girls in the group and some of the lads would take 'turns' at being their boyfriends. One of them, Brenda I think her name was, seemed particularly interested in me. At 14, I desperately wanted to fit in; be 'one of the lads' you know. One night Brenda was chatting to me. "Come on Jas. how about giving me a kiss," she whispered in my ear. I had never kissed a girl before, I suddenly felt embarrassed and knew I was starting to blush. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a shop doorway; the rest of the group carried on chatting and took no notice. Once in the doorway, Brenda took control and threw her arms around me. "Come on then, give us a kiss," she demanded. I started to kiss her, only a short sort of peck of a kiss. "Call that a kiss?" She seemed disappointed. I tried again. I have to admit that, even though I wanted to be 'one of the lads' I didn't seem to be getting much out of kissing Brenda. It wasn't that she was unattractive, far from it, out of the girls in the group, excluding Melanie, she was by far the most sought after.
Brenda was older than me and had obviously gained experience from some of the other lads. "Do you wank off a lot Jas? I bet you do don't you? I think you are so cute." The lads and I would often talk about wanking or 'jacking off' when the girls weren't around and I found the chatter very exciting. Somehow it didn't seem exciting at all hearing Brenda asking me this question. Before I could answer I felt her feeling around my bum. I was wearing my new Sta-prest trousers at the time, I can remember being very proud of them, they were olive green. "Want to touch my tits?" She took hold of my right hand and placed it on her tit, her other hand stopped squeezing my bum cheek and wandered around to my crotch. I could feel her squeezing my cock through the thin material of my trousers. It didn't respond. After about five minutes she gave up. She just pushed me aside and walked away without a word. I felt a total failure. I didn't bother to rejoin the group, I just sneaked off home.
The next few nights I went over what had happened in my mind. I kept telling myself that I liked what Brenda had done and that I should have got a hard on. I couldn't understand why I hadn't, after all, and this fact I didn't reveal to anyone, I did wank off two to three times every day and got numerous hard on's all the time. The next time I saw the lads it was obvious that Brenda had been blabbing. "What's this we hear about you not being able to get a stiff on then Jas, not old enough to cum yet?" I was ribbed like this for most of the night, the lads taking great pleasure in causing me as much embarrassment as possible. Then Brenda turned up with two other girls. "Want another snog then Jas?" she said with an air of derision. She just made a grab for my cock which took me so much by surprise that she managed to take the whole of it in her hand, squeezing it just like before, only this time all the lads could see. "See," she shouted triumphantly, "still as soft as putty. Not like yours Steve." Everyone laughed. Suddenly I felt my arms being grabbed from behind. "Come on then," shouted John, "Brenda is getting frustrated lads, let's see if we can help her out."
I found myself being dragged the short distance behind the public toilets which stood at the far end of the row of shops. Once behind there, between the wall and the tall hedge, we were well out of sight. I was pinned firmly to the wall, arms outstretched, being held by two of the bigger lads. "So Brenda," continued John, "you said that Jas. here didn't get stiff when you were snogging him. Do you fancy him then?" Brenda, quite unabashed, replied, "Course I do, he's really cute." "Want to see his prick then?" "Wouldn't mind." "What about you other girls, want to see Jason's prick?" The other girls weren't quite as brash as Brenda but nevertheless agreed that they wanted to see my prick. "Okay then," said John with a smile, "let's see what we can do." He started to unzip my flies; they were wide open in seconds. John's hand was quickly in the waistband of my underpants, his fingers pulling the elastic forward. He looked down them. "There it is then Brenda, come on have a look at what you have been feeling." Brenda came up and peered down into my pants. "Not a bad prick, but it's so soft." "Want to see him on the hard then eh? Bitch." John put a lot of feeling into the word Bitch.
The waistband of my pants was pulled ever lower, right to the bottom of my flies. Even though the trousers were close fitting they did have quite a low cut fly and so, once my pants were in this position, my cock and bollocks just fell out. There were giggles from the girls and cheers from the lads as they all saw my prick revealed. Strangely enough, even though I knew I was bright red with embarrassment, I did find it to be exciting. I don't know if it was because John was exposing my prick or the fact that they were all looking at me but I felt my cock begin to stir. "Come on then Jas. show the lads that you can get a nice big stiff on, come on, don't be shy." John started to pull my foreskin back. The feeling was tremendous. My prick started to swell and my skin peeled back to reveal my soft and tender knob. John carried on squeezing and stroking me until I was fully erect. "There we are Brenda, Jason with a full hard on. What do you reckon now?" She just giggled. "Want to touch it then, or shall we make him spunk for you?" Before she could answer all the lads started to chant "Make him spunk, make him spunk." "Okay then, here goes." John started to stroke me even more. He stood to the right of me and ran his fingers under my balls. The waistband of my pants was now lodged under them, making my erection ever more prominent and cutting into the softness of my sac. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards John pulled my foreskin. My prick was ultra sensitive and my knob end was now shiny and purple. "Look lads, look here!" He prodded my gaping piss slit with his finger and held it up for all to see. Sticking to his finger was a long strand of clear fluid. "The randy little fucker's on his way then. Here Brenda, touch his knob." Brenda stepped forward and ran the palm of her hand over my knob. More of my pre-cum oozed out onto it. "That's more like I imagined Jas. I wouldn't mind that up inside me," she sneered.
When the lads heard that they cheered again. "Hear that then Jas. You're well in there, Brenda says she will let you have her fanny, how's about that then?" I was so embarrassed I didn't answer. John knocked Brenda's hand away. "Out of the way then Brenda, I'm gonna milk our new little lad for you, it's about time he was initiated." The girls were pushed to one side and John really got to work on my prick. It wasn't long before I was shooting my load. I was surprised at how much I came but I was pleased as well, at least I had proved to the lads that I could spunk off properly and that my prick was as good as theirs. After I had cum my lot they just let me go and started to wander off. I saw all my white spunk on the grass behind the toilets and I felt good. I wiped my knob in my hand, I had nothing else, and placed it back inside my trousers. When I rejoined the group, it was as though nothing had happened, no more was said, at least that night.
From that night on, whenever I had a wank, I would think about John milking me off. I fantasised about all sorts of things and wished that I could get to see some of the other lads cocks on the hard. Of course I wanted to see John with a stiff on more than anything, I knew he must have a big dick from the bulge in his jeans. The group meetings carried on as normal and nothing more happened until one night in December. It was about 9.15 and we had been hanging around as usual. John and Melanie had been snogging and Melanie and her mate had just left to go home. Melanie only lived a short distance from the shops and we were all just about to disperse when she came running down the road again a couple of minutes later. "Come on you lot, mum and dad have gone out, we've got the place to ourselves." She was excited and breathless. John wasted no time and quickly nipped into the off licence and bought a bottle of Martini and some cans of beer. We were all soon trooping up the long garden path to Melanie's front door.
We literally took over the place, sprawling in the easy chairs and on the settee, her parents would have gone spare if they could have seen it. But Melanie didn't seem to care, she just wanted to impress everyone I think. She did draw the line at smoking in the house though and ushered us outside into the cold night air to have a drag. I found myself outside with John and two of the other older lads, we were all having a smoke. "Got to get her drunk if I want a bit of fanny," said John as he took a swig of Martini from the bottle he was clutching. "Better not drink too much yourself then Johnny, you know what they say about brewer's droop." We all laughed, although I have to admit, I didn't have a clue what 'brewer's droop' was. "Don't worry about me," he said confidently, "my prick will be as hard as Jason's was when we initiated him that night. Come to think of it Jas. you're still our newest member aren't you?" "Yeah, suppose I am," I said, taking a long drag on my cigarette. "We didn't tell you of our long tradition of the gang did we?" John had a smirk on his face and I just caught sight of him winking at his mates. "What tradition?" I took a swig of my can of beer, trying to look big. "The newest member has to milk himself off in front of the rest of the gang whenever the leader says." "Fuck off," I retorted, "I'm not working myself off in front of everyone." "Well you are still the newest member Jas. and now would be a good time for you to do it, right in the middle of Mel's living room. Just think, all the girls seein' you spunk your lot." "I can't do that! No way!" I felt really embarrassed, I couldn't wank off in front of everyone. It was one thing being held behind the toilets and milked by John with a few of them watching but to actually do it myself in front of all the gang, girls included, was something else.
"How about showing just us then?" John winked at his mates again. "What now, right outside Melanie's front door?" "Yeah, why the fuck not?" I felt very pressurised but thought it better to do it just in front of John and his two mates than have to do it in front of everyone in the brilliance of the front room. "Okay then, but keep a look out for me." Two of us were sat on a concrete bench type of affair which was just outside the front porch. John and a mate stood opposite, on the path. As mentioned, it was a long garden and so no one could see from the road. The curtains of the living room window were open and I could see all the lads and the girls inside, laughing and messing around. "Come on then Jas. let's see how quick you can do it then." I started to undo my belt and unclipped the waistband of my trousers. Quickly I pulled my zip down; my trousers were now wide open again revealing my pants. "Let me help you," slurred the lad sitting next to me as he put his fingers into the waistband of my pants pulling them downwards. My cock was already hard by the time it was on show, I was so excited at the thought of John wanting me to wank off. I pulled my balls right over the top of my pants, just as they had been before, and I started to wank. "Good lad Jas. come on shoot your spunk all up your belly for us." And so I did, I wanked like fuck and it only took a few minutes before my hot teenage spunk was spurting from my stiff prick and covering my exposed belly. "Come on, do yourself up then," said John as he walked back into the house followed by the others. I did myself up and followed them into the house. As I stood there talking and generally joining in with the fun, I was all too aware of my spunk soaking into my shirt and pants, I felt very sticky. John winked at me a few times, smirked and gave me the hard on sign.
This episode gave rise to even more jack off fantasies and I soon found that I was masturbating upto four times a day. I still hadn't seen any of the other lads on the hard and certainly had not had the pleasure of seeing John shooting his wads. Would I ever, I thought to myself. I didn't have to wait too long to get the answer. It was just after Christmas when we were all hanging around the shops as per normal; John was really on a high. He was due to go to Melanie's that night, apparently she had promised him he could put one up her, her parents were due to go out and he was well prepared. He showed us his rubbers and talked of nothing else. Melanie was supposed to come and get John when her parents had left, but it was now 9.30 and she still hadn't arrived. Suddenly, a car drove past and the horn sounded, it was Melanie's dad and in the passenger seat sat Melanie. She waved as they sped away. We all laughed at John. "No fanny tonight then Johnny," said one of his best mates. "The cow, she's been promising to let me work my cock up her for weeks now. I haven't had a wank for two days, I wanted to make certain I had plenty to give her. What a fuckin' let down." I felt quite sorry for him, he looked so dejected, standing there in his tight faded blue jeans and black leather jacket his crotch bulging even more than normal.
It was now 10.00pm and I was just about to say I was going home when John said "Remember our tradition Jas?" "What? you mean about the newest member wanking off in front of the rest?" "Yeah, that's right. Well we forgot to tell you the rest of it." Again, just as on the night in Melanie's garden, I saw him wink at his mates. It was then that I realised that everyone else had vanished and I found myself with just the three of them again. "You want me to do it again do you?" John laughed. "You got the idea Jas. Come on, behind the bogs." John led the way and we all squeezed behind the toilets. It was dark behind there but there was just enough light seeping through the hedge from the street lamp for us to see what was happening. "Come on Jas. how's about taking your trousers right off for us then?" "Piss off, it's fuckin' freezin'." I quite liked wanking off for them before, but it was very cold and in any case, once they had my trousers off I couldn't run off if I wanted to so I wasn't about to agree to that. "But we want you to take them off, don't we lads," insisted John. The air suddenly took on a more menacing feeling and I felt very intimidated, they were, after all, very much bigger than me. His two mates grabbed my arms and I again found myself pinned up against the toilet wall. "What you gonna do Johnny?" questioned one of his mates. "You just watch. Young Jason here is gonna do us all a favour, aren't you Jas?" "Am I?" "You sure are kid, you sure are."
I didn't have a clue what John had in mind, but my imagination was working overtime. It took only a matter of moments before I found my Sta-prest trousers around my ankles. "Step out of them Jas.," ordered Johnny. I lifted my right foot and felt him pull my trousers over my plimsoll. The operation was repeated and my trousers pulled from me leaving me wearing my small, light blue underpants. Johnny handed my trousers to one of his mates. "Fuckin' hell, behind the bogs with no trousers on, what a wanker," he said as he hung them on the hedge behind him. "Now for your pants Jas." My pants were removed with ease and soon found themselves hanging beside my trousers on the hedge. My cock and bollocks were now exposed for all to see, my little tee shirt and short jacket offering no cover. I felt even more randy at the thought of it, especially with the icy cold air touching me around my bum.
"There now Jas., that's not too bad is it? Just look at that lovely dick of yours, it's already on the stiff." He was right, I was stiff, stiff as a pole. "Okay, let him go," ordered Johnny, "he won't be going anywhere now." My arms were released and I was just left standing there with my back to the wall. "Turn around Jas., we want to see that cute little bum of yours." I just did as he said, I couldn't get away, I mean I could hardly go running down the high street without my trousers now could I? "Put your hands up on the wall and bend forward a bit, come on, give us a show." As I put my hands up on the wall I pushed my arse backwards, spreading my legs at the same time. "Wow," said one, "what a cute little arse you've got then Jas." "Yeah, likes wiggling it about too," said the other. I felt John's hands rubbing over my hairless bum cheeks and between my legs, grabbing my balls as they dangled beneath. "Quite the little wanker aren't we Jas? Couldn't get hard for Brenda eh? Don't seem to have much trouble now though do we?" He continued to stroke the base of my rock hard cock, following it backwards until he was touching me around my arsehole. Gently poking his fingertip into my hot entrance, he whispered into my ear. "How does that feel then Jas? like it then do we?" Another lad was now down beside me, he was stroking my cock, pulling the foreskin backwards and forwards over my knob. "Course he likes it Johnny, his dripping prick gives him away." "Oh, so he's dripping again then is he? That's a sure sign that you like it then. You do like me touching your arse don't you Jas? come on let's hear you say it."
I don't mind admitting it, I did like what was happening but at the time I was too embarrassed to tell them; I didn't want John to think I was soft or anything. I needn't have worried though because, with what he had in mind, it wouldn't have made any difference. John didn't wait for an answer anyway, I don't really think he expected one, he just kept on whispering in my ear. "I knew you would like this Jas., as soon as Brenda told us you didn't get hard for her, I knew you were a bum boy. You probably don't even know it yourself yet do you? Oh you might fantasise about boys' pricks when you have a wank, but you don't realise what it all means do you? Well tonight I am gonna make you realise what it is to be a bum boy." He carried on touching my hole while the other lad kept wanking me. I was enjoying the feeling so much. John was right, he seemed to know all about me, even what I fantasised about. But how could he know, unless, unless he also fantasised about the same thing. My heart was pounding. Visions of all sorts of things were flashing through my mind and memories of many a wank came flooding back to me.
"Turn around Jas., let's have a good look at that stiff prick of yours." I turned and John took hold of my tool and squeezed the length of my shaft forcing even more pre-cum from my end. By this time I was dripping clear fluid so much that it was hanging in a long thread from my knob. "My we are juicy tonight Jas. Here's something to make you even more juicy." He stood back and started to unzip his jeans; my heart leapt at the thought of what was going to be revealed. At last the object of my dreams was within sight. Within a second I was feasting my eyes on the most amazing sight, the sight of Johnny's stiff cock jutting from his jeans. "Like the look of it then Jas? Want to touch it? Go on you know you do." I did, did I want to touch it. I put my hand forward, John knocked it away. "No Jas. not with your hand, not with your hand. Come on, get on your knees." I felt his mates pushing me downwards and I found myself kneeling on the ground in front of him, my face now level with his stiff member. I could see his shiny purple knob, his piss slit was gaping wide. I caught a whiff of that certain smell, the smell so characteristic of a teenager's prick, even now, all these years later, I can still remember it.
"Now touch it Jas. Touch it with your tongue, come on, you know you want to." I poked my tongue out and touched it with the tip. His knob felt smooth as I ran my tongue over it. He shuddered and his legs tensed. This was blowing my mind, I had hoped that I might see John's stiff dick but here I was with him wanting me to lick it! I got more adventurous, I seemed to know what to do. I slowly eased his throbbing knob end into my mouth, caressing it with my lips. I ran my tongue all over his blood gorged knob, exploring his rim and in his slit, coaxing out his pre-cum. "Wow! Fuck! Fucking hell," he moaned. "What a cocksucker. Just look at him lads, a born cocksucker and he fuckin' well loves it." "Yeah we can see that," they replied. I could see from the corner of my eye that they too had unzipped their flies and had produced their 16 year old dicks; they too were stiff. I started to suck John harder, taking more and more of his shaft within my mouth. I just couldn't get enough of it. I would have happily choked myself on it, I felt so excited. I knew now what John had meant when he called me a bum boy. I knew I wanted the thing which I was sucking shoved right up my arse. I suddenly felt relieved that the lads knew I would let them do this to me, at last I felt my true self, I no longer had to pretend to like Brenda or the rest of the girls. I carried on sucking.
"You really are a cocksucker then Jas? Will you suck me right off then, take my load down your throat?" I pulled his shaft from my mouth, it was wet with my saliva, I wiped it around my face. "Johnny," I replied, looking up into his eyes, "if you want me to suck you off, if you really want me to swallow your spunk, then you only have to say and I'll do it." I was in ecstasy, there behind the bog wall. I could hear the cars passing and the voices of people as they walked by, little did they know that four teenage lads were having it away only inches from them. The thought turned me on even more and I shoved my mouth back onto John's rock hard weapon. "Suck me off then Jas. Drink my cum, oh please drink my cum." I grabbed hold of my own erection and started to wank my aching dick, I was keeping myself on the verge of dropping my lot. What a feeling, I wanted it to last forever.
"Here, it comes Jas. Here it fuckin' well comes." I ran my hands over the back of John's jeans, up his legs to his bum. I could feel him tensing his cheeks as his prick in my mouth swelled even more. "Give it to him Johnny, give the little cocksucker what he really wants," urged his mates as they wanked their own tools. John grabbed the back of my head and held it firmly. As I ran my fingers up his crack I felt his prick explode in my mouth. The warm liquid jetted over my tongue and hit my tonsils; I gulped, boy did I gulp! I had to gulp a lot more in order to swallow every drop of Johnny's juice, but I managed it, not a drop escaped. I felt proud. "Wow, what a fuck, what a suck," exclaimed Johnny as he pulled his prick from my gob. His two mates were wanking like fuck. "Come on then Jas.," said John as he pushed his still wet dick back into his jeans, "you've got two more cocks here to service." I looked up at John's face again. "You really want me to suck them off too Johnny?" "Yeah, course I do, they're my mates." "Okay, if that's what you want, then I'll do it." I suddenly felt I could do anything that John wanted and so, set to work gobbling his two mates, just as I had done to him. It didn't take too long before each of them were cumming in my mouth. I enjoyed sucking them but not as much as I did John. He had the stiffest, sweetest tasting cock of them all.
As soon as the others had come their loads, they stood back and tidied themselves up. "Come on then Jas. remember the tradition, you have to wank off for us now." I didn't need any encouragement. I stood up and started to wank my prick. "Face the wall Jas., let's see you leave your wads running all over the brickwork. I faced the wall and, with only two strokes, began to shoot up it. My thick and heavy load spurted from my knob and clung to the wall. By the time I had finished it was covered in my young spunk. "You've done fuckin' great tonight Jas. Melanie did us a favour going off with her dad like that." John looked at his watch. "Fuck, better be gettin' home it's nearly quarter to eleven." I got dressed and we all went home. That night in bed I had a constant hard on. I couldn't stop thinking about John's big prick. I dozed off and woke up to find a big sticky pool of spunk in my pyjamas, I had to sneak to the bathroom to wipe myself up a bit. While I was in there I started to rub myself again and soon found my prick on the stiff. I sat on the loo, pointed my prick downwards into the bowl, and rubbed for all I was worth. It took a while but I managed to get a big juicy wad to hit the front of the bowl. Still I was coming up to 15.
The next couple of times we were hanging around the shops nothing was said. The lads just kept on talking about girls and John about Melanie. There was one difference though. I now knew just what a beautiful cock John had in his pants. I now knew what was causing the bulge in his jeans and I even knew what his spunk tasted like. I wondered whether he would want me to 'service' him again. I don't think that John, or his two mates, ever told any of the other lads about what happened because they never hinted at anything. It was obviously a well kept secret between me and the bigger lads of the gang.
I could tell you what happened one night when Melanie let John down again, but that's another story....
Xavier December 1995
This is a work of fiction composed for the entertainment of adults only. Any similarity between locations or actual persons is purely coincidental. ALWAYS practice safe sex!