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