Kids today! They're nothing like we were when we were young. Or are they?
A little tale of urban
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The six of us hang around on
the street most every day after school. Or instead of school, quite often. Dan
(Daniel) and Pie (Peter) are 15, Ants (Anthony), Key (Kieran) and Jay (James)
are 14, and
I'm Ants, by the way.
Anyway, we hang around, ride our bikes up and down (or Dan's, Key's, Jay's and mine -- the others haven't got bikes, so we share.), Wrestle, share fags (cigarettes) and tins of beer (when the `rents aren't able to see us) and generally mess up the neighbourhood. You know us by our uniform -- track suits, trainers and baseball caps.
Graffitti, empty beer tins, fish & chip papers decorating the streets, yes, that's where we've been. Broken glass in bus shelters and `phone boxes? We-e-ell, yes, probably us too. We don't mean to vandalise stuff, we're just having fun. There's fuck all else to do around here, anyway.
So why am I telling you about us? Oh yes, Thursday evening. It's the sort of story you're here to read.
What might I do? Well, you know I like boys -- you didn't? Oh shit, now I've told you. Still, you won't say anything will you? Not if you don't want a stone through your window or your car tyres knifed, you won't.
Well, now you know, I can tell you that when I've had a good joint, I seriously want to get into Pie's trackies, and I want his hands in mine. Know what I mean? Yeah, he's a really attractive kid -- to me, at any rate. If he knew what I dream of us doing when I'm beating it in the bathroom at night, well, he'd break both my legs, and something else, I'm sure. One night, when I've had five or six cans and shared a couple of his brother's joints, I'll do it, I'm sure. Then I'll be in a wheelchair and pissing into a plastic bag the rest of my life.
"Horny bastard had a hard on when I grabbed him!" explained Dan, "Pull his trackies down!" he said to us. "I'll teach him to give me my bike when I want it!"
Key and I go either side and grab
I haven't had a drink, I haven't smoked a joint, but I take the two steps over to Key and slip my hand down his arm to his hand. He looks at me, then pulls his hand out, allowing me to carry on for him! He uses his hands to pull the front of his trackies down under his balls, then I feel one of his hands pushing past my trackies waistband and holding my cock!
"Pull `em down!" I whisper, and we stop for a second as he stoops and pulls my trackies down to my thighs, then resumes wanking me! This is too good to be true, alright it isn't Pie, but I've had a few sessions dreaming about Key too.
"Faster, Ant, Faster!" Key gasps so I wank him as hard as I can, and
"Ewww!" I say, "Why did I do that? It's awful!"
But it's put a question about me in all three minds.
Three of us pull up our
trackies, and I'm sure I see a large bulge in Dan's.
We push back out through the bushes, and the
We pick up our bikes and climb on, then stay there, wanting to talk but not knowing what to say.
Key stands on his pedals, balancing the bike.
"Come to mine if you like." he says. "The `rents are out till late." and rides off.
I know I'm hard again in my trackies, and I know he'll take care of that. I cycle off, chasing him.