Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 06:02:25 +0100 (BST)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Saturday Gang

We would meet up in the park on Saturday mornings, to just
generally hang out together and escape from parents, homework,
brothers, sisters and behavioural restraints in general. We knew
ourselves as 'The Gang', but there was no name for us
collectively. Some days we would be daring, run shouting through
the shopping centre making a nuisance of ourselves, stealing a
bar or two of chocolate from Woolworth's or try to slip into the
cinema through a fire exit. Other times we were quiet, secretive,
and hid in out-of-sight places and smoke a cigarette or two. We
broke into derelict or empty shops and houses and explored,
daring each other to enter yet another room and rifle what
remained.
It was on one of these explorations, in an empty house in a run
down street awaiting demolition, four of us discovered the
magazines. Porn! The house had obviously been used by squatters
after its last legal inhabitants had left, and they hadn't
been very clean in their occupation. One room had even been used
as a toilet, the stink was rank!
The back bedroom had been their main living area, two old settees
were against a wall opposite the window, their cushions scattered
on the floor, and candles in saucers had provided their light.
Empty beer cans were strewn about, and dozens of cigarette ends
lay with them on the bare wooden floor. A few supermarket bags,
with empty food containers inside, completed the rubbish left
behind. One of the bags had papers of some sort in, and Peter,
probably the most inquisitive of us, took some out. His face lit
in astonishment as he looked at them, they were porn mags! He
held one up for us to see the cover picture, a huge breasted girl
being fucked by one man while another had his cock in her mouth!
The magazines were shared out amongst us and we replaced the
cushions on the settees and sat down to read.
The sight of such pictures soon had an obvious effect on us 13
and 14 year old boys, and soon hands were shyly massaging
crotches. My eyes followed the action around me, which was to me
as arousing as the erections on the men in the pictures, and soon
I was feeling the pressure of a much-needed release. The
magazines were having a similar effect on the others, almost
certainly for different reasons to my growing frustration, and
suddenly Kevin said "Fuckin' hell, look what he's doin' to her, I
gotta toss off to that!" and unzipping and pushing down his jeans
and pants started whacking away at his upright cock.
I hardly had time to take in the sight when Peter said "These are
real hot bitches, let's all do it!" and pushed down his jeans as
Kevin had done, and stroked his 7" cock sitting next to me! Ian
stood and slid his tracksuit bottoms down, his cock already
dripping jumping free, then sat and went at it like a boy
possessed. I daren't be left out, so I unzipped and pushed down
my jeans and pants too, and slowly wanked my aching erection. I
pretended to read the magazine, occasionally turning a page, but
really watching the others wanking in front of me.
Kevin noticed me first, and shouted "Hey dickwad! What are you
lookin' at us for? You queer or somthin'?"
I panicked and went bright red. "N - no!" I stammered. "I - I was
jus' thinkin', lookin' at this picture -" I held up a full page
photo of some fat tart wanking two men at the same time, "that if
we were to do each other, we could imagine she was doin' it to
us!"
Bloody quick thinking on my part, I thought.
"Sounds gay to me!" snapped back Kevin.
"Oh I don't know!" said Peter, looking over at my magazine, "I
think it might work - wanna try?"
Was he really asking me to wank his 7" of glory? Yes! Geronimo!
"Look at her face." I said, handing him the magazine. "Just
imagine she's lookin' at you, wankin' you."
He studied the picture. Tentatively, I reached over and held his
dick, as I could see her holding the one in the picture, and
wanked it up and down.
Peter gasped. "Yeah, bitch! Work my meat hard, make me cum on
your face!"
'Just ask, Pete!' I thought. 'I'll be your bitch anyday, if it
means I can do this whenever you want!'
"Look, Kev, there's a pic here of a girl strokin' a guy off, do
it to me an' I'll imagine it's her!" Ian implored.
"I ain't touchin' another guy's dick, an' no-one's touchin'
mine!" Kevin retorted angrily.
"Well fuck you, loner!" shouted Ian. "If you won't, I'll go over
there an' do it with them!"
Now if there was one thing Kevin hated it was rejection. Ian's
words hurt him deep, he'd have to relent if he were still going
to be what he thought was leader of the gang. (He wasn't leader,
none of us were, but we let him think he was.)
"Oh, come on then if you really want me to queer you up, but
don't you start getting' off on doin' mine!" Kevin gave in. Ian
held the magazine page so they both could study it and Kevin
reluctantly took Ian's cock in his hand and wanked it awkwardly.
Ian's fingers started their work on Kevin and soon he was as deep
into it as the rest of us.
I jumped as Peter's hand wrapped round my cock, grasped it more
accurately, and tried to tear it from my body.
"Do it fuckin' properly!" shouted Ian, dissatisfied with Kevin's
first attempt at wanking someone else's cock. "A fuckin' Polar
Bear would give me a better wank than you!"
Kevin shifted his position and, judging by Ian's gasps, did it
better.
Peter stopped his action on me, his hand dropping on my pubes. I
looked round at him, his head was back, his eyes closed, he'd
imprinted the scene on his imagination.
"Yeah, bitch!" Peter moaned. "Lick the tip! Take it in your lips!
Make me cum in your mouth!" he gasped.
I could hold back no longer. I dropped to my knees in front of
him, licked the tip once with my wet tongue, and wiping his crown
with my lips took him all in.
"Oh - fuck - yes!" he gasped. I couldn't see his face, but he
must have looked down.
"Oh fuck, Donny!" he shouted my name. "Yeah that's it, suck it
baby! Oh Donny, that's awesome!" I heard Kevin and Ian gasp as
they must have looked over at us.
"Oh - Donny - yeah! Lick the tip too Donny! Oh fuck! Oh Christ!
Oh God YESSSSSSS!" Peter called out as I brought him over the
edge. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, felt the cum surge up
the pipe in his cock with my bottom lip, felt him fill my mouth
with eight hard blasts of cum. I swallowed it all, lifted my
mouth off him, and licked the remains off his bloated crown. "Oh
Donny that was fuckin' AWESOME!" he screamed. "If that was a blow
job I'm never gonna wank off again, I want that every time!"
I leant back on my knees and smiled. A dribble of cum ran down my
chin from the corner of my mouth. Peter saw it and said "Fuckin'
hell Donny you swallowed it ALL! What's it taste like?"
"Creamy an' warm," I spoke through my smile, "a little sweet, a
little salty, but not bad at all!"
"An' what's it like - doin' it? In your mouth?" he asked.
My smile widened. "Nice!" I said.
"I gotta try that!" he exclaimed, and pulled me roughly, helping
me to my feet. I stood before him, my cock pointed right at his
mouth, but he hesitated.
"Try it!" I said. I had nothing to lose. Even if he hated it
straight away, at least I'd have had it in his mouth for a
second. And a wank fantasy for life.
He swallowed me in one sweep, clamping it with his lips. He did
it badly, sucking too hard, scratching it with his teeth, his
tongue trying to push it out rather than licking it. But he'd
never done it before, never dreamt how it would feel to do this
sacred act with another boy as I had, hundreds of times in my bed
at night.
But here I was, having it done to me by 7"-dicked Peter, subject
of many of my late night wank fantasies. That was enough. I came
the best load of my life, ramming into him as I came off,
shooting my load down his throat with such force he didn't have
time to gag. He pushed me off after three shots and turned me
away from him, my next five rope shots clearing the back of the
settee and splattering the wall behind. He leant forward and spat
some out on the floor, but certainly swallowed some. He sat back
and laughed, a belly laugh at something really amusing.
"Hey!" he shouted across the room to Kevin and Ian, whose wanking
had stopped in freeze-frame as they watched us suck each other.
"Hey! It tastes just like the semolina at school dinners!" he
said. "Now I know where it comes from, I'll get a hard-on every
time I have some!"
Ian looked at Kevin. Kevin shuddered.
"No way!" he exclaimed. "Don't even think of askin' me to do
that!"
Ian looked over at me. "I gotta know what that's like!" he said,
extremely excitedly. "Would you - please?"
I scuttled across with my jeans still round my ankles, and knelt
in front of him. His dick bobbed with his heartbeat, he was so
near I wouldn't have long. I went straight down on him and wanked
him as hard as I could with my lips, then as I felt him tense
lifted off and licked his cockhead over and round till he shot,
pulling back just it time. He blasted off with his first shot,
spurting easily six feet above him, it rushed back and splattered
on his belly. The next two shots weren't as high, and I took him
back in my mouth for the last three. His cum tasted different,
smoky in a way, and I put that down to the fact he was smoking a
cigarette just before we started.
His whimpers as I'd sucked him and the loud cry as he came showed
the strength of his climax, and that convinced Kevin that his
pride should be swallowed and he had to try it as well.
"Don't think I'll ever do this to any of you!" he said just as I
was about to start on him.
I looked him straight in the eye and said "Just shut the fuck up
for once, spunk brain!" and licked around his exposed cockhead.
Any reply he was about to give was lost in his gasp of ecstasy as
I licked, then lip-wanked him. He writhed and squirmed under me
as his climax approached, and screamed "Fuck - YES!" as I brought
him off and swallowed most of his juice. As he lay back overcome
with the emotion, I leant forward and kissed him, letting the
remains of his cum flow into his mouth. He was powerless to stop
me, or it, invading his mouth and swallowed hard as I tongued
him.
I leaned back on my knees again and looked at him threateningly.
"Don't you EVER slag me off for bein' gay," I shouted at his
face, "'cos I've just proved to you an' your friends that I can
bring you off ten times better than you can yourself!"

So from then on the gang did have a leader. And the members were
alright with him being gay.