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!