It was 7pm on a warm June evening and I was out on my nightly jog. I wasn't in terrible shape, but I figured I could do with losing a few kilos before I went on holiday with the lads next month.
My name is Connor. I'm 23, live in Sunderland in the north east of England and am fairly short and quite geeky looking, something my mates always give me stick for. I'm openly gay but straight acting and have always had a thing for straight, cocky lads.
As I jogged through the park next to the local council estate, I noticed three lads sat on a bench ahead. They looked rough but really fit and in their late teens. Just as I was about to jog past, one of the lads stood up and bent over the bench to tie his laces. I couldn't help but try and get a sneaky glance at his arse. As I turned my head slightly, I didn't see the uneven pavement ahead of me and tripped over. "Fuck" I thought. "I hope no-one noticed."
As I lifted my head, I noticed a pair of black Nike Airs in front of me. I looked up and one of the lads was stood there with a cocky grin on his face. He was wearing an all black Nike tracksuit, white socks and had dark cropped hair. He must have only been 18 or 19 but was at least 6" and you could tell he visited the gym. I'd later learn his name was Kaylum.
"You alright mate?" he asked, with a sarcastic tone. "Let me help you up", with that he leant out a hand and helped me back to my feet.
"Cheers" I said, still embarrassed from my fall.
"Best look where you're going next time" he said with a wink, as that cheeky smile re-appeared. I felt myself blush, I hope he hadn't seen me checking him out.
"Right well, best get going" I went to resume my jog despite my throbbing ankle, but Kaylum stuck out an arm to block me.
"Where you going lad?" he asked. "Come say hi to the other lads." I couldn't out-run them with my sore ankle so figured I had no choice but to comply. Kaylum put his arm round my shoulder and led me over to the other two lads. "This is my little mate" he said, as the other two lads looked me up and down and sniggered. They didn't really acknowledge me and cracked open another couple of cans of lager. I could tell they'd had a few already.
Both lads were also sporting chavvy gear, one (Mikey) an Armani tracksuit, no socks and some white trainers, the other (Sam) a white Nicce t-shirt and tight black trackies. He was the best looking of the three, babyfaced with perfectly styled hair and bright blue eyes. He had a moody look and sexy attitude to go with it.
"So gayboy", said Sam. "You often go around parks at night checking lads out?" As he said this, he spat on the floor.
"Fuck no" I replied, "I'm just out jogging and fell." I felt myself blush again.
"Leave him alone lads" replied Kaylum. "Anyway, didn't you wanna show me how grateful you are for me helping you up over there?" he said as he nodded to where I fell.
"What you mean?" I asked nervously. I was confused, "I already said thanks."
"You ungrateful dickhead. I didn't need to help you and yet I left my pals to get you up, you fat cunt." Kaylum's tone had completely changed.
I didn't like where this was going and decided to try and make a run for it although my ankle felt like it swelled up. I didn't get very far before my ankle gave away and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Mikey and Sam dragged me back towards a hidden area. "Little prick" one of them said. They threw me to the floor and Kaylum stood over me. "Now, don't you feel like a divvy?" he said as the other lads laughed. "No more fucking about, you're gonna show us some respect."
I must admit I was scared at this point but having these three fit young lads act so dominant was a bit of a turn on. I was only wearing some tight running shorts and was worried I would get a hard on.
"Now, my trainers got dirty as fuck while I went to help you. So you're gonna clean em you little prick." I couldn't believe what was happening. No way would I lower myself to this.
"Fuck off" I shouted.
Kaylum spat in my face. "Listen you little perv, you've got no choice but to do what we say, unless you want to get a hiding and for us to tell everyone that some gayboy is going round parks looking at lads arses. Now, lick my fucking trainers!" Kaylum shoves his left foot in my face.
Shit, they must have noticed. I felt pretty helpless at this point, there's no way I could defend myself against these three and I didn't want horrible rumours being spread around about me.
I nodded and lent over and began licking his dirty trainers. The other three lads burst out laughing and shouted "dirty little perv". I carried on licking and distanced myself from the situation a little bit, thinking about how fit these lads were and how good Kaylum's arse looked when he had bent over before. I felt myself starting to get hard and decided to refocus before it became noticeable.
"Hahahaha look at his fucking dick" shouted Sam as he pointed at this bulge in my shorts. "He's fucking loving this." Even worse, Mikey was recording the whole thing and zoomed in on my hardon. I was banged to rights if this got out.
"You like my trainers gayboy?" asked Kaylum cockily. "Show me how much, snog them." As he said that, he let a stream of spit drip from his mouth onto his trainer.
End of Part 1. Any feedback or suggestions welcome!