The place was rocking – well, as close to rocking as the Bington Hill Youth Club probably ever got. I'd moved to Bington a few weeks ago and I was liking the place; for a small town that was basically out in the sticks, it had character. I worked from home so I had lots of time to explore, and I was delighted to discover that there was an interesting seedy side to it if you looked for it. This was no doubt largely due to the fact that there were factories on the other side of the valley and that many of the workers lived in the town.
I'd been to the pubs, the back streets and all the other spots where rough boys were likely to hang out (I like rough boys), and there were quite a lot of them. Most, as you'd expect, were uninteresting, but quite a few were dead horny: lots of leather jackets, short hair, tattoos, boots, and tightish jeans. That kind of thing.
I'd noticed a trio that always seemed to be together: there was a tall, very well-built one with dark hair, and what I guessed were his two sidekicks. These two were a bit smaller than he was, one with dirty-blond hair and very kissable lips, the other with a short, bright green Mohican. All of them wore scuffed leather jackets, and both of the sidekicks wore jeans that were especially tight (the one with the mohican very much so). I'd noticed them first in one of the pubs a couple of nights before. Our eyes had met very briefly, but by the time I'd got myself together they'd disappeared.
The next day I'd seen them again walking together down the street, but I'd been in the bus at the time. All three boys were fucking hot – mohican especially - and I thought I owed it to myself to get to know them better.
Over the next couple of weeks I kept on seeing them in various places, but I was never in a position where I could talk to them. I knew that they'd noticed me several times.
This was the first time I'd been into the youth club, although I'd discovered it last week. It was clearly a repurposed church hall, and the décor reflected that: folding chairs along the walls, trestle tables, and posters that had no doubt replaced photographs of local worthies, councilors and vicars. No alcohol was available, but people had cans of lager in their hands so I guessed they brought their own. Despite all that, the walls were shaking from the decks on the stage, which were manned by a punk, and people were jumping about on the dance floor.
And I saw the three boys on the far side of the room. I bought a can of Coke and made my way, tentatively, in their direction.
Now, I am by no means camp. I've always worn the same kind of gear that these three did, and although I'd probably look a bit of a wimp beside them, I revel in being male. But as soon as I approached them they seemed to know, as if by some psychic means, that I was gay.
I tried very hard to keep my eyes off their tight denim thighs and the bulges in their jeans, but it's quite possible that I wasn't completely successful, and that even before I'd reached them, my drooling may have given me away.
As I approached them, I saw them weighing me up slowly. Then they looked at each other, stifling grins.
"So which one of us d'ya fancy the most then?" Said Big Boy.
I swallowed. Hadn't been expecting that. I smiled and laughed uncomfortably while I tried to think of a devastatingly witty and disarming reply. "Difficult," I said, appearing to consider, "but if I had to choose," I pointed my Coke at Mohican, "that one."
Whistles and guffaws from the other two. They shouldered Mohican. "Oh yeah? What's wrong with us two then?" Asked Big Boy.
"Nothing. You're both drop-dead sexy as well. But his jeans are so fucking horny…"
More laughter, with catcalls this time. The blond one grabbed Mohican's bulge, making him spill his lager. "Fuck off," the boy said, trying to control the can.
Big Boy looked at his watch. "C'mon, time we was at Charlie's."
To my great disappointment they downed their drinks, threw the cans onto a table and left me standing there.
I'd been going to the club every night it was open – which was three times a week – since then, hoping they'd be there again, but there was no sign of them. The next time I saw them was one early evening. I was going to the shop. I almost walked into them when I turned a corner.
"Whoa, it's our fan club." They stood surrounding me on the pavement. "You following us?" Asked Big Boy.
"No. I'm going to the shop."
"What for?" Asked Blondie.
"Instant coffee." I smiled. "Want one? I live just down the road."
"Nah, I don't think so."
"Pity," I said.
They moved off. After half a dozen steps Big Boy glanced back. I was still standing on the corner, watching their round bums moving in their tight jeans as they walked. He winked at me, then continued on. For some reason that made me feel good.
"Well look who it is."
I'd fancied a burger so I'd gone into the cafe on the main street. They were sat at a table, feet up on vacant chairs, empty coffee cups in front of them.
I smiled at them. "Hi. Want that coffee now?"
Big Boy looked at me. "Yeah, why not?"
I bought the drinks and Mohican slid his booted foot off the chair so I could sit down. They poured inadvisable amounts of sugar into the cups and stirred them vigorously.
Mohican was on the other chair on my side of the table, the other two opposite. He spread his legs a bit and I realised that I was staring at the well-defined bulge at his crotch. Oh fuck, he looked good enough to eat.
A chuckle came from Big Boy. "You like tight jeans, don't you… "
"You have no idea," I said, quietly, hoping that he wouldn't hear.
But he had. "Oh, I think we do."
There was silence for a while. As they drank their coffees, they kept glancing at each other, smiles briefly appearing on their faces as if they were sharing a secret joke. When they'd finished, Big Boy got to his feet and knocked Blondie's foot off the other chair. "C'mon, lads. We gotta go."
They left – and they hadn't even thanked me for the coffee.
Next night, I'd been in the youth club for half an hour when they arrived. They saw me but made no acknowledgement of the fact, then they went to stand by the wall with their beer cans, chatting to each other occasionally and watching the dance floor. I decided I'd have a pee, and I gave the boys a long look on the way past them.
They'd smiled to each other, and Big Boy had said something into Mohican's ear. I took my time having a pee, hoping every time the door opened, that it would be them – but it wasn't.
When I came out, they'd gone. I searched the room but there was no sign of them. I stayed another ten minutes, in case they came back, but when they hadn't, I left the club.
It was a warm evening and I was feeling horny thinking about those boys as I walked back along the road at the side of the park.
I heard voices coming from just beyond the gate, and slowed my pace. Then I crossed over and peered around the concrete post. On the far side of the wide footpath, in the shadow of a large horse chestnut tree, the three were sat on a wooden bench. Blondie was on the left, Big Boy on the right, and Mohican between them. Their legs were stretched out in front of them, DM's glinting in the light. Just then I saw Big Boy elbow Blondie. Together, Big Boy and Blondie started to run their hands over Mohican's skintight jeans. He just let them, giggling quietly as if a bit embarrassed. I watched their fingers stroking over his thighs, and even his bulge.
Oh fuck. I didn't care if they knew I was there and were doing this just to wind me up – the sight was almost enough to make me cum on the spot.
They only kept it up for a few moments. Then they all laughed, got up, and walked off down the footpath, kicking the beer cans they'd dropped. I thought about following them, but at that moment I didn't have the bottle.
The next time at the club, they were already there when I arrived. I saw them watching me as I got a Coke and leaned near a wall where I could see them, but not appear too obvious.
Blondie bent down and got some more cans of lager from their pack on the floor and handed them to the other two. Mohican adjusted his position leaning against the wall, the thumb of his left hand hooked in his studded belt and the fingers resting nonchalantly on the top of his thigh. He stayed like that for a while, and then began to press the side of his bulge. This made it push out even further. He did this repeatedly, but stopped whenever he thought anybody else might see.
I brought my hand down to hide my crotch with the Coke can – I was getting a hard-on. And I wasn't the only one: as I watched, Mohican's bulge grew. It stretched out at the front of his jeans, then slipped to one side with the tension. His fingers followed it, teasing gently.
Oh fuck fuck fuck . Was Mohican actually available? Was he encouraging me?Were either of the other two open to the idea of wild and indiscriminate sex? Were they intentionally winding me up? I had no fucking idea. I wanted them so badly I was rapidly getting past the point of caring, or of self-preservation. I had to do something .
I walked towards them. Immediately Mohican's fingers stopped, but I couldn't take my eyes of his bulge; I could clearly see the shape of his cock. I didn't know what the fuck to say to them. "Ready for that coffee at my place yet?"
Big Boy smiled slowly. He raised his eyebrows first at Blondie and then at Mohican, and for a wonderful moment I thought he was going to say "Yeah, Ok." But he didn't. Instead he looked back at me, grinning when he saw the erection in my tight jeans. "Nah, you're Ok."
Fuck, shit, rats and bollocks.
"I'll get you eventually," I said. Then I left the club to go home and have a wank.
The next day I saw them coming out of a record shop on the main street. I was on the other side of the road. Big boy waved, then grabbed Mohican's bum briefly and squeezed it. This was getting very frustrating.
I couldn't understand them. I wanted all three of them very badly indeed, and they obviously knew that. They were undoubtedly straight, so why hadn't they told me to fuck off? They were prickteasing the hell out of me and I didn't know why.
Monday night. The club wasn't busy and there was no sign of the boys. I stood with my foot up against the wall, a Coke in my hand. There were a couple of other hunky guys dancing opposite girls on the dance floor – one of the guys was wearing a leather jacket and leather jeans – the first I'd seen in this place so far. Mesmerised, I stood for some time, watching his black leather thighs moving on the dance floor.
"Follow me."
I looked around sharply – and found myself face to face with Big Boy. The other two were at the side of him. He tilted his head and began to walk away, down to the end of the room. I followed – him in front of me and the other two behind me. Oh fuck, at last! I didn't know what was going to happen, but something was.
We passed the toilets, and he opened a door further along the corridor. I was pushed inside and they fastened the bolt behind us. It was a storeroom with stacked chairs against one wall, and large cardboard boxes lining two others. In the middle was an old but sturdy-looking wooden table.
Big Boy looked at me, a half-smile on his face. "You want us," he said. "You want to fuck us, don't you?"
I thought for a moment. "No, actually. What I really want is to be held down by Blondie while I unzip Mohican's jeans with my teeth and suck him off violently, while at the same time being fucked senseless by you."
The half smile turned into a grin. He looked at the other two. They were grinning too. "Whaddya think, boys?"
Blondie shrugged and Mohican gave a short giggle.
Big Boy got in my face, his eyes boring into mine. "You've worked hard on us. You deserve either a good slapping or a good fucking. I'm trying to decide which you're gonna get."
I stared into his gray eyes, too terrified to say anything.
He grabbed me by the lapels of my leather jacket and brought his face even closer. "Understand this. If we give you what you want, it is a one-off. It is never, ever, gonna happen again . Is that clear?"
I nodded. "That's clear," I squeaked.
He let go of me. They got my jeans down and lay me on the table. Mohican stood by my head, his gorgeous bulge almost touching my mouth, and Big Boy lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. I heard his zip come down. Blondie was holding me helpless, his hands pinning my wrists to the table and pressing his weight across me. With my tongue I parted the denim fly, and I got the zip between my teeth. I started to pull it down slowly. At the same time I heard Big Boy spit, and then I felt the tip of his cock touch my sphincter.
There was a long pause. "This ain't right," said Big Boy. "I don't fuck guys."
I turned my head trying to look at him. "Please. We're here now. Do it. Please. "
He was silent for a while. "Aw fuck it, why not?" I felt his cock touch my arsehole again.
There was a distant crash from somewhere outside. We all froze for a moment, and then a siren began to wail loudly. There were shouts and the sound of people running. "FIRE! FIRE!"
Oh fuck. Blondie let go of me, Mohican pulled his zip back up and Big Boy put his cock away quickly. He opened the door and wisps of smoke drifted in. There was a strong smell of burning. Someone ran past. "FIRE! EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!"
We looked up the corridor – the main room was ablaze. Big Boy set off in the opposite direction. "This way."
After we pushed through another door we were in the rear car park.
I sat on a low wall. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK! " I didn't believe it.
Blondie and Big Boy went round to the front to have a look. Mohican sat on the wall next to me. He looked at me for a while, then he asked, "You really like boys?"
I nodded. "I do."
He thought about that for a while, shaking his head slowly. "And you really fancy us? Me?"
"Oh fuck, you have no idea."
He giggled for a moment. "I've never been with a guy before. Don't think any of us have."
"You don't know what you're missing, mate. I could do things to your cock that would make you so fucking horny you wouldn't think it was possible."
He frowned. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah."
He stroked his bulge once. "And you like my bulge?"
"Listen, I've had fantasies for the past three weeks thinking about you in those jeans."
He looked down at his legs.
The others returned. "Place is a mess. Not gonna be open again for a while," said Big Boy.
He came up to me and prodded my chest with his finger. "You. You fucking stay away from us. Ok?" He turned and started to walk off. "C'mon boys."
The other two followed him.
I watched their bums – especially Mohican's – as they walked across the tarmac. The light of the flames was reflecting off the parked cars.
They didn't look back.