The Gang
A Short Story by Xavier
For the entertainment of ADULTS only.
A couple of years ago, when I was about 15; I became very friendly with one of the 'tougher' lads in my year. Immance was his name; I think he must have been of Polish origin or at least his parents were. The friendship came about quite by accident. I was walking to school one morning when we met up at a road junction. I had seen him about and knew of his 'tough boy' reputation, but I had never spoken to him. On the first occasion we just exchanged a few words as we struggled up the steep hill on the half hour or so journey. As I said, I was aware of his reputation and so was a bit apprehensive of saying the wrong thing. Gradually, over the weeks, as we shared our journey more, we started to chat more openly and I felt a little more at ease with him, perhaps he wasn't as bad as his reputation after all. Nevertheless, I was still surprised at some of the more intimate details which he saw fit to entrust me with. Details such as the ritual he had to endure in order to obtain membership of the fourth year gang. Details of his secret initiation.
Before I go any further I think I had better tell you a bit more about young Immance. He always hung about with the 'in' crowd and was seldom seen alone in the playground. All of his mates were, as he was, good looking. Immance was about 5' 7" tall, had short black hair and was of a slim but well proportioned build. He was not fat nor was he skinny; if you imagine the most gorgeous looking 15 year old you have ever seen, you have him. His school uniform consisted of, as did my own, black blazer, white shirt, black tie with silver stripes and black trousers with white socks. The white socks weren't strictly part of the uniform but we all used to wear them. Immance's trousers fitted him perfectly; the smooth black material showing every curve of his teenage arse. They clung to his crotch in all the right places.
My story begins one morning when we were trudging up the hill at the start of our walk. Out of the blue he asked, "Do you think I am tough Jas?" I looked at him. "How do you mean?" "Do you think I am tough? You know, hard." "You must be tough or you wouldn't be able to hang around with all your mates; they must think you are. You are certainly tougher than me," I laughed. "In any case, you're in the gang aren't you?" "Yeah course I'm in the fuckin' gang but it takes more than just bein' tough to be in the gang. I could have flattened the lot of them if I wanted to but they still wouldn't let me join at first, said I had to 'prove myself'." There was a silence for a while as we continued to climb the hill. I was wondering what he would say next.
"One of the rules of the gang is that we obey the leader at all times, without question." "What if he asked you to do something dangerous or stupid, what would you do then?" "Me an' the rest of the gang have to do whatever the leader tells us or we get called 'chicken' by the others. We have to swear an oath and undergo a test." I was getting excited at the thought of another boy having such power over lads like Immance. "You mean you have to do ANYTHING he says, no matter what?" Immance smiled. "Yeah sommat like that. In part of the test we have to answer lots of personal questions."
We walked on a bit further, my imagination working overtime. "What sort of questions?" I finally blurted. "Oh you know, things like 'do you have wet dreams?' or 'how many times a day do you wank?' 'Have you shagged a girl?' You know, that sort of thing." "And when you had answered the questions you were in the gang then, right?" "You must be fuckin' jokin', that was only the half of it." Again, my imagination went into overdrive as I began to think of all sorts of things which I would have liked to have done to him. My cock reacted to my thoughts and started to expand within my trousers as we walked but this was nothing compared to the full hard-on I had as he proceeded to tell me what actually happened at his initiation:
"I had to meet the rest of the lads at our secret meeting place at 7:00 one night; I can't tell you where it is 'cause you're not in the gang. All I will say is that it is in a derelict house not far from where most of us live." He paused for a moment. "I shouldn't really tell anyone outside the gang about it, I don't know if I should say any more." I was scared that he would stop, just as it was getting really exciting. "Go on Immance; I swear I won't tell anybody, honest." "Okay, but if I find you have squealed to anyone you'll have me an' the lads to answer to."
Just then we reached the motorway bridge which spans the M6 so we stopped and leaned over the rail. Immance seemed fascinated with the passing cars. "I wonder where they are all goin'?" he said. Trying to get him back to the more interesting subject of his initiation I prompted, "Yeah, so you had to meet them at 7:00, then what?" "They said that I had to go still wearing my uniform; when I asked what the fuck for, they just said 'be there'. When I did get there, the place was empty; not one of the lads was about. I was kicking around in the old living room when, after about ten minutes, I heard a noise outside. When I looked I saw all the lads of the fourth year gang standing there. As you probably know, there are a couple of girls in the gang, and I wondered why they weren't there. Johnny is the leader and he shouted at me to go outside so I did. I don't mind telling you that when I was standing in front of all the gang with them looking at me, I felt a bit scared. Apart from that I felt fuckin' stupid as well because all the other lads were wearing their jeans and stuff and me, like a prick, was still in his uniform. I knew then why they had wanted me to keep it on, to make me feel the odd one out and to humiliate me by making me feel small."
"'Still want to be in the gang then, mate?' asked Johnny. 'Course I fuckin' well do.' I said. 'That's good to hear mate. If you had changed your mind we would have had to smash your 'ead in, especially now you know where our secret meeting place is.' I asked Johnny what I had to do to join. I didn't get an answer. The next thing I knew I was being grabbed from behind and a black plastic bag was forced over my head. I was picked up, bodily, and carried back into the house and up the creaking staircase. 'Okay, put him down there lads,' ordered Johnny. The lads did as they were told and I was left standing with the bag on my head; I couldn't see a thing. Johnny was doin' all the talkin' and he asked me if I agreed to do everything that he asked in order to join the gang. I said that I had come too far to back out now and to get on with it. 'You heard that lads; he agrees to do anything we say.' Johnny's voice changed and he became very much more aggressive."
"Yeah, what happened next?" My cock was really throbbing in my pants by now, I was just loving hearing Immance talk like this and wanted him to get to the really juicy bit. "Okay Jas. don't be so impatient," smiled Immance as he continued his tale. "Johnny went on, 'All you have to do BOY, is to stand still for fifteen minutes; and I mean STILL. Do you think you can manage that?' I said that I could and thought that it was a stupid test. 'Take your blazer off BOY.' I think he got a kick out of calling me boy all the time, I suppose it made him feel big and in control, especially in front of all the others. After I had taken my blazer off I was ordered to put my hands behind my head and stand with my legs slightly apart; I felt really stupid. 'Okay then BOY. You understand that if you move, even just a little, or say anything AT ALL before we say your time is up you have failed and we will kick your tight little arse.' By this time Jas, I was getting a bit scared; actually I was shit scared because I didn't really know what was going to happen. Okay, they said that I just had to stand still for fifteen minutes, but I knew there had to be more to it than that."
By this time I was really excited at what Immance was telling me. To hear this big tough kid admitting to me that he was shit scared really did turn me on. My mouth had become really dry and I was shaking with excitement. I tried not to appear too interested and stared at the cars as they streamed underneath the bridge.
"I must have been standing there a good two minutes before Johnny said, 'Your fifteen minutes starts now then BOY; just remember, one movement, one word and you're OUT.' Everything went quiet; I couldn't see or hear anything. I was just beginning to think that it was gonna be a piece of cake when I heard slight movements around me. I stood as still as I could, determined to pass the test. I then felt hands touching me, up my legs, around my chest, all over me. A hand brushed over the back of my trousers and started to slide up and down the crack of my arse. I was just about to tell them to fuck off when I remembered that I couldn't speak; I only just managed to stop myself in time. They knew, or they thought they did, how to make you move or talk, but I was smarter than them. Someone put their hand up between my legs from behind and started to feel and squeeze what I had in my pants. The other hands kept on touching me up all over. I felt my prick getting harder and swelling inside my trousers. I knew the lads could see my shaft in the front of them. They started to laugh and snigger."
As Immance started to talk about his prick getting stiff, my own was aching. I kept staring at the cars. "Whoever was feeling my balls from behind kept on squeezing and stroking them. Suddenly, I felt a hand take hold of my zip and start to pull it down. I just had to stand there and let them open my fuckin' flies Jas. Can you imagine it?" Could I imagine it! He was asking me if I could imagine it! The thought was blowin' my mind. I said, as calmly as I could "Yeah, did you move or did you just let them do it?" "I had no choice Jas. When my flies were wide open I felt a hand go inside and a finger or two was pushed inside the waistband of my underpants. I could feel it being pulled outwards and down. I felt a rush of cold air on my cock as it was revealed. I knew it would just spring out, with it being so stiff, and it did! All the lads let out a cheer. Some of them said things like 'What a tool' and 'Look at the bastard's prick'. Johnny started to ask me lots of questions, like I said, how many times I wanked my big prick an' things like that. I just had to stand there and answer him while everyone just looked at my tool sticking out of my school trousers."
I looked at my watch. "Come on Immance, we had better get a move on or we will be late for school." We picked our bags up from the pavement and continued to walk. Immance was now well into his story and continued without any further prompting from me. "I heard Johnny whispering in my ear, he was right up close, 'Now for the ultimate test BOY'. I wondered what was gonna happen next but didn't have to wait long to find out. I felt a warm hand being placed around my hard shaft. It started to stroke it downwards towards my bollocks, pulling my foreskin fully back over my knob. The hand went right to the base of my prick, where it was jutting out of my underpants. Fingers pulled the pants under my balls and lifted them out of my flies as well; I felt my prick stiffen even more. I was wishing that the fifteen minutes would pass quicker but it seemed to go on forever. I bet they added more time on! It wasn't long before the warm hand was stroking my prick backwards and forwards. Whoever was doing it knew just what to do. They were wanking me Jas. they were fuckin' wankin' me. Johnny whispered in my ear again, 'Come on BOY, we're gonna rub your cock 'till you drop your lot an' you've still got five more minutes to go'. They kept on wanking me Jas., they kept on touching my arse. I knew I couldn't hold out for another five minutes. The bastard wanking my prick suddenly pulled my skin right back and the feeling overcame me. You know the feelin' I mean don't you Jas?" Know the feeling! "Yes Immance, I know the feeling. Were you nearly shootin' off then?" We were nearly at the school gate when Immance said, "I suddenly felt something pushing into the back of my trousers, right near my arsehole. The feeling turned me on so much, even though a lad was wanking me, that I felt my legs tense and I started to drop my load. I couldn't see anything but I knew I was shootin' spurt after spurt of juice out of my throbbin' dick; what a feeling! I could hear the lads cheering and laughing."
As we walked through the school gates I was nearly creamin' my fuckin' pants at the thought of Immance, big, tough, Immance, being wanked off like that. "Was that it then? Were you in the gang from then on?" I wanted him to carry on talking, to tell me that they did still more to him, just as I was doing in my imagination.
"Well they took the bag off my head and what do you think I saw?" "What? What? Come on tell me." "Remember I said that none of the girls were outside with the lads?" "Yeah." "Well, when they took the bag off there were three of them standing there. I felt so embarrassed, especially as I still had my prick on show. But that wasn't all." I was getting really frustrated by all the pauses as we had to get into school quick now as the bell had just sounded. "What else then?" I asked impatiently. "One of the girls held her hand out, she had spunk dripping from it. It was then that I realised it wasn't one of the lads who had milked me, it was her! I didn't feel quite so bad then, despite my embarrassment, knowing that it wasn't the lads who had made me drop my load." My excitement quickly dwindled at the thought of my 'tough boy' being wanked by a girl; I would much rather have imagined one of the lads doing it.
"Johnny told me my time was up and that I could put my hands down. I asked him if I had passed the test and he said that I had. I told them they were a load of cunts for doing that to me. He asked me what I thought of it and did I feel embarrassed. I said I felt embarrassed at the girls being there and them seein' me milk, but excited at the thought of one of the girls milking me off. My face really started to burn though when he said 'What do you mean, one of the girls milking you off? They didn't milk you mate, that was my hand on your cock not hers. Look, there's even more of your spunk on my hand.' He held up his hand and, sure enough, it was covered in really thick cum. He laughed, I knew he could tell that I felt stupid. 'We only brought them in at the last minute just to make you feel a right twat when we took the bag off your head, they didn't even see you spurt, I just wiped a bit of it on her hand for a laugh.' I called them a load of wankers."
When Immance told me that Johnny had milked him, my prick stiffened up again. Lucky Johnny! I thought. What it must be like to be the leader of the fourth year gang. Immance went off to his form room. I went into the bogs and was told off for being late for registration.
Xavier:
1998