Chapter 4
THE TEEN-AGED GANG
Psychologists frequently point out that during adolescence the individual is struggling to find out who he is and where he is going. He is getting used to his growing body and the new sexual power; he is, as was mentioned earlier, trying to free himself from his parents, develop his own personality, and become a social being in his own right.
During this period, which frequently starts out with an awkward self-consciousness, there is a tendency for adolescents to form into gangs. There is comfort in being with others like himself; he can find understanding there that he feels he can't find elsewhere. There is security in strength; together, all going through similar problems, one can elevate the other! It is a living example of the old adage, "Birds of a feather flock together."
The word gang is a psycho-sociological term in this instance, used to define this tendency to cluster. Some of these gangs are very well formed groups, almost to the point of being clubs or fraternities; others consist merely of two or three or more young people who become closely associated, share interests and activities, and spend a great deal of time together. More important, there is a feeling of loyalty; in even serious questions, a person like this will defend his gang in preference to his parents.
Along with giving a feeling of security, a sharing of interest and activities, the gang is also a teacher and a motivater-and this is especially true in matters of sex. Each member brings into the gang his own background of experience, and adds to it the knowledge he gathers as they move along. Much of this, of course, is erroneous knowledge, but it is nonetheless offered and frequently accepted at face value. As a motivater, the importance of the gang cannot be overlooked-a young person will do things under gang pressure that he would not otherwise do, because to refuse would bring ostracism and maybe even elimination from the gang. At the same time, this pressure frequently gives him the courage to do something when he might otherwise not be able to muster it.
As the following cases will show, sex is a popular topic of conversation in teen-aged gangs, and the conversations quite frequently lead to sexual activities. In this respect, experimentation really comes into play: stimulated by one another, members of the gang feel a strong drive toward the practice of experimenting with various forms of sexuality. Quite frequently sexual activity, when entered, is a gang activity; as frequently it is the activity of a member that has been motivated by the gang.
Galen H. is seventeen years old. He is a tall boy, lean but filling out. While not quite handsome, he has clean good looks about him. A senior in high school, he is an average student, a basketball player, and has no trouble getting along with anyone. Despite the possibility of wider popularity, however, Galen prefers to associate with four other boys-a loose-knit "gang" that has been together throughout their high-school lives. He reported:
First it was Tommy and I. We became pals when we were in grammar school, stayed together into high school. As a matter-of-fact, in this thing about sex you asked about, you might say that Tommy and I started that together, even. I remember ... I think they call it puberty ... you know, when you start getting your sex, when your prick starts growing, your balls dropping and all that ... Tommy and I were buddies then. Every Friday night he either stayed at my house or I stayed at his, and during summers we were together even more than that. Took camping trips and all. Anyway, when we started getting sex feelings we messed around together, the way kids do, some nights we'd talk about sex and then end up jacking each other off.
Tommy taught me about sex, you know. I mean, about screwing girls and all that. My folks wouldn't talk about such things, but his folks had given him the whole scoop, told him all about it, so he told me about it. That'd be part of why we'd jack off-we'd begin talking about stuff like that, then end up playing around with ourselves and each other. When we started getting more interested in girls, that'd only be more of it. One of us would say something like, "Man, I saw a set of knockers today that'd knock your eyes out...." or, "Boy, I saw a girl sitting today so I could see clear up under her skirt, I could even see her cunt," and away we'd go!
When we started high school, though, neither one of us had actually had anything to do with girls. Oh, we'd talked to them, maybe even kissed a couple, maybe copped a feel or two, but that was all. Then we met Freddie, and we started spending time with him. The three of us would go to the river Saturdays when the weather was good, strip bare-ass and go swimming. Freddie had one hell of a whang on him even then, so there'd be a lot of horsing around, if you know what I mean, and then more talking. With a whang like that, Freddie had had a little more experience than us. I guess it was two things; I guess with a piece of meat that big, he was aware of it more than other guys-and then, when other people saw it, they got interested. And it bulged in his pants, let me tell you, even then-so naturally the girls had an idea of what was there.
So it was Freddy who told us what it was like to screw girls, and who got us all hot and bothered to do it. He took great delight in telling us whenever he did it (as a matter-of-fact, I think he even made up stories when he hadn't). He'd give us all the details, we'd all end up with hard-ons, then we'd have a meat-beating session right there.
We finally figured out how we could do it-I mean, how Freddy and I could get our first piece. There was this one girl Freddy said he'd screwed quite a few times, and she obviously liked it, so we set it up. Tommy's folks were going out of town one weekend, so we each asked a girl to go out with us. Let them think that we were going to a show, but then we all ended up at Tommy's. We had figured that if Freddy got his girl in the bedroom, got going on her, the ones with Tommy and I would get interested.
Well, it worked, up to a point. We gassed off a while in the living room, messing around and all, then Freddy maneuvered his girl into the other room. Tommy kept going to the bathroom, just to watch progress. Finally he gave me the nod; I went and looked, and sure enough! There was Freddy and this girl, stripped naked, and Freddy was on top of her with his meat joining them. Cripes, I got a hard-on right on the spot! I noticed that Tommy had one, too.
Well, Tommy gets his girl down the hall, they're looking in the bedroom, there's some talk that my girl and I can't really hear, then it gets almost quiet. That's my clue, that means it worked out for Freddy. But I double-checked first, pretending I was going to the bathroom-and sure enough, there's Freddy humping his girl on one bed, Tommy humping his on the other. I went back to the living room and my girl, really fouled up. I mean, I was hot to go, man, I really wanted to get into her pants, but at the same time I was scared. My old hard-on said go, but things inside me said to hold back.
Well ... well, I knew what they'd say if I didn't. I knew I had to at least try. I said something like, "Hey, you want to really see something?"-and I'm sure I said it too loud, stupid-like. Anyway, I took her down the hall, let her look in-but she didn't do what she was supposed to. I'd picked a dud. I put my arm around her, ready to go into action; ready to start feeling her tits, getting her warmed up, but she pushed me away and sort of stumbled back. "Oh, that's awful!" she cried out. "That's terrible what they're doing!"
Man, I could see the handwriting on the wall. If she took out of there and opened her mouth, there'd be all kinds of trouble. So instead of getting myself a piece of ass, I spent the next hour convincing her that even if she didn't want to do it, it was all right for kids that wanted to, she should keep her mouth shut. I finally took her home, sure that she wouldn't spout off.
When I got back the party was over. They'd both gotten their rocks off, and all four of them were dressed and sitting in the living room. Tommy looked like a cat that had just caught a mouse; the bastard had really enjoyed himself! But old Freddy, he turned out to be a real pal. When I told them what had happened he said something like, "Well, hey, this guy saved our life, you know that?" Then he tells his girl that she ought to be grateful, she ought to go to the bedroom with me. Man, I felt stupid as hell, but ... well, when she agreed I went along. But honest to god I felt naked right then-I mean, all of them watching us going, knowing what we were going to do.
Anyway, we got in the bedroom, and I was scared but she wasn't. She put her arms around my neck, kissed me, and rubbed her tits into my chest. That was all it took. I started kissing her back, rubbing her under the arms and down around the buttocks, and I felt my hard-on pushing up against her cunt, right through her dress. I started groping her tits, and they were nice little handfuls, she was really developed! Then I guess I was almost clawing, because she slowed me down and said we should get undressed. Watching her as she pulled her blouse over her head, seeing those beautiful tits with their perky nipples, I forgot all about being bashful; I almost ripped my clothes getting them off, I was in such a hurry. By the time her nice little cunt came into view my hard-on was standing out there for her to see-and she looked, smiled, and ran her tongue across her lips as if she liked what she saw. It wasn't as big as Freddy's, but it had gotten almost as long ... well, what I'm saying is that I wasn't cheated, and she seemed to agree.
We went into a clinch again, and this time it was really great-all that naked skin, my hands on her hot tits while we. kissed, my hard-on pushed up against that luscious pussy ... man! So we kissed up a storm, then it was bedtime. But ... well, I guess she'd had a straight screwing session with Freddy-I mean, one where he mounted her and poured it to her-now she wanted something different. She told me to get on the bed, on my back, and I did, then she crawled up over me. She straddled me, the head of my cock just barely touching her pussy, her beautiful tits up there like two "Go" lights, and she smiled. Then she took my prick in her hand and rubbed the head of it all around her pussy, around in circles and then up and down her slit. Man, I almost went berserk, it was such a good feeling! Then she got the head pressed in between the folds of her cunt-and, watching my face and still smiling, she slowly lowered herself onto me. Man, that was something; inch by inch disappeared into her, and now, with a real-pleased expression on her face, she closed her eyes and started playing with her own tits. Put a hand under each one, lifted in, mauled it, let it fall, then started over. I couldn't help it, I started humping. Driving my hard-on in and out of the tight-fitting, moist and warm cunt.
She had her cunt a little ways above me, the way her legs were, maybe six inches or so, so this really gave me driving room-but it created a problem of sorts, too. A couple of times I got so excited that I misjudged on the pull out, my cock slipped out and on the next drive I crushed it into her. She'd laugh softly, reach down and take hold of it again, get it in place, and away I'd go. Then I couldn't help it, I reached out, pushed her hands away, and started playing with her tits myself-and I wanted them. She must have sensed it, because she finally leaned forward, using her arms for braces over my head. Her big tits fell forward, swinging, swaying, and I reached for one. Got hold of it, kissed it, sucked it, found the nipple and almost chewed on it. Her cunt was down lower on me now, and she was doing some of the work; she was riding down on it as I pushed up, pulling away as I did, then riding down on it again. Man, that was wild, when the feeling grew, when I shot my load into her I almost blew my mind! Baby, if that was fucking, then to hell with these hand jobs!
We were pretty busy, you know, except for Saturdays. There was school, and after school there was basketball practice, because both Tommy and I were going out for the scrub string, looking forward to varsity when we got a little older. Both of us had chores, too, then homework. So it was usually Saturdays when the three of us got together, and we usually tried to plan things. I guess kids just don't want to be around home, you know. So we'd go down to the river, or on a camping trip. Then the first thing we knew there was a fourth-Gordon. Freddy brought him along on a camping trip one weekend. Of course, we'd all known him at school, but you can know people without knowing them, if you know what I mean. We'd built a campfire and cooked dinner over it, and we kept it going after dinner-but it still got too cold. We got into our sleeping bags-but it was still nippy, so finally, I don't know whose idea it was, we ended up putting two sleeping bags together and pairing off. Tommy and me, Freddy and Gordon. Then, with old Freddy along, the conversation turned to sex-he always managed to get it there sooner or later. After a bit of that he said, "Ain't it hell, having another boy for a bed pal instead of a sweet, tasty broad?"
That's when Gordon started, and I guess we were all surprised. He's a quiet, good-looking kid, he doesn't say much but when he talks he usually says something. Anyway, it turned out that not long be fore, he'd been walking along, and a guy in a nice car had offered him a ride-then a visit to the guy's apartment and a drink. Just social-like, but once they get there Gordon found out what the guy meant. He liked to be screwed in the ass. Old Freddy, with all his knowledge about sex, was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it. Well, to make a long story short, we ended up giving it a go-round. I mean, we took turns screwing each other in the ass. At least we tried. Tommy and I made it all right, but Gordon couldn't take Freddy's big whang; he ended up jacking Freddy off while he rammed his rod up Freddy's ass. Old Freddy just had to take our word that it was all right, that it might not be the same as cunt, but it was still a pretty good sensation to feel your cock up a guy's tight bung-hole and shoot your rocks off that way.
We plugged along. Once in a while one of-us would go out on our own and get a piece, but usually the four of us were together. We palled around together at school, hung together after school, and spent whatever free time we had together. Even when we were with other kids. Like ... well, at the soda fountain where the high school kids hung out, or the pool hall. We'd be with the others, but we were still by ourselves, the four of us. Then Chuck came into the group. I don't know how he got there except ... well, he was smaller than the rest of us, and he was good for laughs. I guess he was sort of like our mascot. And there wasn't anything we told him to do that he wouldn't do!
So one night-another night when Tommy's folks were out of town-we were all sprawled around Tommy's living room. We were talking about basketball, what chance the Giants would have in baseball, what a bore certain classes were. Stuff like that. Then old buddy Freddy, old faithful, one-track-minded Freddy, got on the sex kick again. I guess that whang of his is just so big he can't help himself, he has to rub it and start talking sex. Maybe he figures if everybody else gets a hard-on he's all right, he's safe. Well, by that time everybody there, even little old Chuck, had had enough pussy that there wasn't anything overly exciting about it. I mean, it felt good, you got your rocks off, but just talking about it wasn't enough to get us going powerfully strong for it. So old Freddy, he says, "You know, I wonder how many guys one girl could take at once?"
"Like how?" somebody asked. "Like what you talking about?"
The idea enthused Freddy, and he believes in putting words into action. The more he talked about it the more excited he got, so nothing would do but that we had to try it. The question was: Could all five of us work on one girl at the same time, and all of us get our rocks off?
Little old Chuck, he's the messenger. He goes running off after this girl who's pretty wild; it's a known fact that she's screwed with just about every boy in the school. She's no tramp, she's a pretty sharp looking girl, she just happens to like cock! While he was gone Freddy, talking excitedly, his big old whang shoving out against his pants, set the stage. He turned all the lights off except one lamp that didn't give off much fight, he kept talking sex to keep everybody excited and willing, and he got a blanket off Tommy's bed and spread it on the floor in the middle of the living room.
Chuck came back with the girl. She was startled when she saw us all; I guess she wondered what was going on, but she finally was in the room, the door closed behind her, and Freddy was giving her the smooth talk. Getting her sexed up, too, feeling her cunt while he was doing it, and finally coming right out with what he had had in mind-wouldn't it be kind of fun to see if she could take all five of us at once and have a real jolly shooting spree? By that time he had her blouse off, he unsnapped her bra and it fell off. He leaned forward and sucked her tits real fast, groping her cunt at the same time. Needless to say....
Well, she was stark naked and lying on the blanket, and in that soft light it was really nice to see. Her body looked real soft and inviting, her tits were mighty fine. The light touched here and there. Freddy was stripped first, standing over her, legs spread, with his big cock sticking out like the Statue of Liberty. The rest of us, forgetting modesty if we'd had it, were stripping down-cocks were popping up all over the place! Even little old Chuck-but short as he is, he isn't absent in the cock department. Of course, maybe his looks bigger than it really is because it's on a smaller body-I don't know, but it still looked pretty good sized.
Well, old Freddy was the master of ceremonies, the committee chairman, whatever you might want to call him. It was his party, he was making the decisions and giving the orders. Maybe it was because he has such a sexy mind, he could figure things out better. Anyway, we ended up this way. Freddy laid down on his back on the blanket. The girl straddled him, and it took some doing, she had to take it slow, but her cunt had finally spread enough to take his big cock intc her. He told me to straddle him, with his head right up in my crotch; I did, and the girl knew what that position meant-with her tits crushed against his chest she could get to my cock with her mouth. Gordon got behind her, got his prick up her ass. Tommy and Chuck laid down on either side of the rest of us, and she reached out and got a cock in each hand. So there it was, by God, we'd answered the question! A girl could take five guys. So away we went! Freddy and Gordon worked out some sort of routine, one cock sliding in and out of her cunt while the other pistoned in and out of her brownie; she worked my prick beautifully with her mouth, and jerked off Tommy and Chuck at the same time. A beautiful, coordinated machine when we finally got it all worked out, and everybody was having themselves a ball. Then the firecrackers went off! Man, you've never heard so much grunting and gasping, sputtering and spitting, as when those five cocks and that busy little cunt started firing off! Man! I know for my own part it was out of this world, I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth clear down over my rod, shot the stuff clear down her throat as my body jerked in spasms. Kee-rist! Five guys fell over, five cocks went limp, and one little pussy rested after having a helluva whang in it! You could almost smell the jizzum.
Well, you asked, and that's the way it goes. I think it helps us all, too. I mean ... well, we're real buddies, and when we do things like this together it makes us all the closer. Besides that, it gives us opportunities that we wouldn't otherwise have. Like one guy tries or hears something, he brings it back to the rest of us (the way Gordon had introduced us to ass-fucking). Or one guy might be a little hesitant on his own, the other guys give him courage. But most of all ... well, we're just buddies, that's all. We've got each other. When our folks give us static we turn to each other; we do our sex bit when we want, then we're back together. We all know it isn't going to last-already Gordon is getting hung up a little on one girl in particular, he's spending a little more time with her than with us-but for as long as it lasts, we like it! And I can tell you one thing, I've learned one hell of a lot about sex that I wouldn't have known otherwise, and I think it's a good thing. When I do get around to getting married, I'll have all this out of my system. I'll be able to settle down to one woman and keep us both happy, sexually and otherwise!
Galen, whether he realized it or not, was making two important points there-one of which has already been stressed. Simply stated, it can be considered as healthful for young people to experiment with sex, to find out the pleasures of which their bodies are capable. In that way they learn more about themselves, come to accept themselves for what they are, and are, therefore, able to settle down later as "normal," heterosexual mates. Secondly, the gang is a normal part of human development-and it is very important during the adolescent period. But, as Galen inadvertently pointed out, as the individual grows closer to adulthood, to maturity, he slowly withdraws from the gang. Just as he had to use the gang in his attempt to seek freedom from his parents, so now does he use a single individual of his choice as a means of drawing away from the gang-a step closer to standing alone as a mature adult.
He might have added-because this enters into it-that as the individual leaves adolescence he experiences the beginning of a tapering off of both his sexual interest and capabilities. It is very insignificant, of course, but it is a beginning-as the years pass, perhaps sadly, both interest and capabilities will wane even more. And that, it appears, is all the more reason for young people to enjoy life while they can, perhaps even collecting memories for those later years when the spirit might be willing, but the flesh is too weak. At least their fives will have been fuller because of it.
But let us turn now to another example of a gang and its effect on the sexual activities of its members, both singly and collectively.
Bart H. was sixteen years old. He was a medium-sized boy who would not stand out in a crowd, being neither handsome nor homely. He had a good build, but it was so close to the norm that it, too, would do nothing to make him stand out from others. His personality was similar; a friendly enough, likable boy, he got along with others easily but could just as easily "fade into the woodwork." Despite that moderation in physical attributes and personality, Bart was a member of another loose-knit gang-or perhaps it was because of it. Away from the crowd he was a quiet, unobtrusive boy; as part of the gang he was motivated and stimulated, finding sustenance in them. He told his story calmly:
Nothing really exciting had happened in my life. I had a real quiet, easy childhood. My folks were good people, quiet people; they didn't get upset about anything. We seemed to just live from day to day, taking things as they came along. I had friends around the neighborhood, but it had all been sort of casual. I mean, we got together when the time was right, when there was something one or the other of us wanted to do; otherwise we went our own way.
Then, when I was about fourteen, I met a kid named Allan. He was a year older than me, a really great guy. Personality all over the place, and wise to everything. I don't know how he ever decided to be friendly with me, but he did, and I guess I almost worshiped him. Sort of hero-worship, if you know what I mean. He'd tell me things that he did or had done and I'd sit there with my mouth hanging open, really impressed. like ... well, like he'd been in reform school once, when he was a little kid, for stealing. And he'd screwed an older woman when he was only thirteen, got sucked off by a queer when he was fourteen, and since then he'd done about everything in the book. I found out later that some of it was just talk, but that didn't matter. I was impressed when he told it, and I still liked him when I found out some of it was lies.
Allan was the kind of a guy who draws people to him-a natural-born leader, I guess you'd say. Of course, part of it was that his mother had died; he and his old man lived alone, so his house was available to us all the time. It ended up with being six or eight of us there almost every day after school, chewing the fat and then going from there to do things. I'll admit right from the start that I was a follower-whatever the gang decided to do, I just trailed along.
As far as the sex thing goes, I guess the first time we really did anything was not long after Allan and I became pals. We were sitting in his living room talking, just him and I, and he was telling me some of his wild tales. You know, how he'd screwed that older woman, what it felt like and all, and we both got hard-ons. He asked me if I'd had a piece; I had to admit that I hadn't, so he joked: "What dya do, then, just beat your meat?"
I remember blushing, because to tell the truth, I had. I mean, I'd beat my meat, quite a few times. Y'know, you can't help it. The damn thing gets hard when you're thinking, you start playing with it a little, and even if you hadn't planned on it, you end up stroking it to a finish. Anyway, Allan decided that we ought to try a little sex, both of us being stirred up by his detailed stories, so we ended up peeling our pants down to our ankles, shorts and all, and sitting there jacking off together. We kept looking at each other's cock and asking how it was coming, how it felt ... then we somehow had switched it around, he had his hand on mine and I had my hand on his, we were jacking each other off. Well, right in the middle of that, one of the other kids came in. We heard him coming, we went like hell, got our pants up and everything, but he saw us both with hard-ons and wanted to know what the hell was going on.
Allan passed it off by saying we'd been talking about pussy, we were thinking about going out after some, and this kid went along with the idea. But right in the middle of it all he reminded us that it was late afternoon, people were getting ready for dinner, there wouldn't be any broads available. Me, I'm just sitting there. I'd been perfectly content with Allan and I beating each other's meat. I wasn't sure what I'd do if we went broad-hunting. I think I was even a little relieved when this kid came up with reasons' why it wouldn't work out. But then Allan came up with a lulu. He said, "Y'know, I heard about this guy, he was hot to get pussy but he couldn't get any. He didn't want to jack off, he wanted to get his rocks off in a dame, but there was no dames available. Y'know what he did? He bought himself this big piece of liver, cut a slit in it just like a pussy-slit, and stuck his cock in there. Said it felt the same way, all that hot meat around him, he fucked his way to a shoot-off to end all shoot-offs!"
The other kid guffawed. I wasn't sure. Then the other kid said, "You talk about things like that, I've heard a guy's ass feels the same as a girl's pussy once you get your cock up in it."
"Nobody's usin' my ass!" Allan snorted.
So we kept yakking, but we ended up with the three of us on the couch, Allan in the middle, and all of us with our pants and shorts down around the ankles. Allan got hold of each of our cocks, the other kid got hold of his balls and I got hold of his cock, then we went to beating. You should have seen it! The other kid and I shot off at just about the same time, big old globs shooting out all over the place, and I got so wiggling from it that Allan had to yell at me to keep beating his, then he shot off, too. Man, that was a mess, but it had felt pretty good!
But there's something funny about a thing like that. I don't know what it is, but I noticed it then and later. Guys like that, they shoot oft their rocks, you think that'd be all there is to it, but it isn't. Once they've gone that route, they got to get a woman-almost as if they got to prove that they're all man, all big cock, they can pour it to a broad! That happened then. More talk; we agree to meet that night and go pussy hunting.
Well, like I said, I hadn't yet gotten my first piece, and I thought about it a lot but I wasn't all fired up to go after it. I mean, I wanted it, but ... well, I just felt sort of funny, sort of backwards. I didn't know what I'd say to a girl, let alone what I'd do to get going along that route. But I couldn't back down even if I'd wanted to, because Allan came by my place to pick me up. We met the other kid and we went looking. Cripes, just from thinking about it, I had a hard-on from the very beginning. I had to hang back behind them whenever we went in some place. And I was hoping they'd find some for us, but at the same time I was hoping that they wouldn't.
I can't remember what all we went through, but we ended up going to Allan's place with two girls and the three of us. I was ready to cut out, but Allan wouldn't hear of it. We got there, Allan's old man wasn't home, and the two of them started necking and feeling up the girls. After a little bit this other kid took off with his girl to the bedroom; there was no doubt about what they were going to do! Allan and his girl had as much as forgotten me; they were kissing and feeling each other up, and I sat there buggle-eyed but taking it all in. I watched him feel her tits, then run his hand up under her skirts and feel her cunt. She was busy with his cock at the same time. They were kissing like crazy. She finally got his cock outside his pants, and she was mauling the hell out of it while he had his finger up her cunt and was giving it a working over. Then Allan pulls away, like he just remembers something-and he apparently had. Me. So ... well, he wouldn't take any argument. We stripped down, the three of us, and it got pretty wild. He'd be working her cunt with his mouth while I was kissing her and playing with her tits, she'd have her hands on both our cocks, then all of a sudden I'd be sucking on her big tits while he was kissing her and finger-fucking her. When it finally came around to getting down to real business, Allan had the answers for that. He'd had cunt, it was nothing new to him, so I was supposed to screw the girl while she gave him a blow job. I didn't think she'd go for it, but she did, and that's what we ended up doing. She laid down on the couch on her back, I straddled her; she got hold of my cock and guided it to the right place, I felt her hairy cunt under it, then I started shoving in. I guess I wasn't very graceful about it, but that didn't bother her; when I pushed it through those tight gates she just spread her legs and took it, raising her buttocks up a little to help out. I felt it pushing through, the sensation was pretty terrific, so I just gave a thrust and shoved it all the way in. Man, it felt like it belonged! I'd been worried about what I'd do; there was no worry now.
But a dumb thing happened. I don't know what Allan had planned, but instead of her blowing him, he was sitting on the arm of the couch with his legs on both sides of her, and it was my mouth that got to his cock. So there I was, fucking the hell out of her and sucking on his cock! She was playing with his balls, messing around with her own tits, and everything else, and romping her hips up and down.
Every time I'd ram my plunger into her she'd rear up to meet it, then she'd pull away when I did, and then we'd clash again. My old pecker felt at home; it was having itself a time; and I was sucking away on Allan's cock. Then I felt this terrific feeling growing, and I started screwing all the faster. I forgot all about his cock; I was just ramming my plunger in and out of her, then I buried it clean to her belly-button and shot out the load to end all loads. Man, I let one go! I let out a groan you could have heard a mile away, because that was really something!
Well, that particular time Allan ended up mounting her after I'd rolled off, screwing his way to a happy ending. The other kid and his girl came out of the bedroom after a while, and everybody was happy.
We'd always been fairly close, but I don't know ... after something like that ... Well, y'know, there's something awful goddamn private about your own cock, and even more private about it when it's hard. When you're with somebody during something like that, they see you not only hard but screwing some girl-well, it's no holds barred. It's even different than jacking off together. It's ... well, it's no more secrets. And that's the way it went. We all knew now that we had all gone the route. We'd jacked off, the way kids do, and we'd screwed, so we not only could talk about it, we could go on from there.
As we went on we met other guys, and some of them we liked. We palled around with them, too, and we did things with them. Not only that, we found out about other things from them. Lake ... Well, as brilliant as Allan thought he was, getting blown and screwing older women and all that, he'd never thought about doing it doggie fashion. This one kid talked about it, said he'd done it, so we all had to try it. Not together, but each of us getting a girl and doing it. You ever done that? It's really something!
But you know what it all adds up to? These guys you're with, they're your buddies. You feel good with them, you know anything goes. Your folks, they might not understand about things, they're telling you what you should and shouldn't do-but these guys, they're telling you that you can and should do anything, then if it doesn't work out right, so what? You go on from there. They understand, they don't condemn! I don't know, maybe it's like Allan said once. He said, "You know what a real buddy is? He's a guy who'll let you screw him in the ass when you're hot and can't get a broad!" That may sound a little extreme, but that's about what it is.
These are loose-knit gangs, and exist-right under the noses of parents and other adults-in almost every community. They are a natural phenomenon of adolescence. But there are gangs that are more structured, generally with a leader (frequently given a title, even)-they are not quite "clubs," but they have many of the characteristics of a club. They frequently involve sexual activities, for the same reasons that other teen-agers participate in sexual activities, and they have the same influences on individual sexuality as do the other types of gang (e.g., they teach sex, including the varieties of sexual activities, and they motivate and stimulate sexual activity, both collectively and singly-that is, by the group and by individuals). This does not mean that sex is the main reason for the gang's existence; indeed, it is quite the contrary. The gang exists as a refuge for the teenagers, a place where they find necessary security and help in their development, and as sex is only one part of the individual's experience, so is it only one part of the gang's existence. But it is an important part.
In some of this type of gang the sexual activities are almost ritual-partially because man, throughout the ages, has found psychological fulfillment through rituals. The following is an example of such a gang, with the information provided by a seventeen year old member:
From what I've heard most guys go through, I'd gone through the usual. When I first started getting interested in sex and found out I could get kicks from it, I jerked off. The next step was finding out all I could about girls, like taking every chance I got to get a look at one or one's part (you know, like looking up under skirts when they sat right, stuff like that), and to cop feels when I could. I went with one girl when I was thirteen or so, and we got to the place where we really felt each other; I'd get my hands right under her blouse and feel her tits, then up under her skirt and feel her pussy, and I'd take my hard prick out so that she could mess with it. But we never screwed. Her old lady had put the fear of God in her. Man, after a session of that, though, I'd go home and jerk myself off for sure.
There was this gang of kids at school that called themselves the Rovers. A kid named Dan, an older kid about seventeen, was the king of the gang-they even nicknamed him King. He was a good-looking kid, well built, and he was really smart. About what goes on in the world, I mean. Well, all the Rovers dressed alike-tight white levis that showed their bulges, white tee-shirts, and blue denim jackets. No other kid dared dress like that. If any tried, they found themselves mauled a little.
The Rovers got together after school, hung around together. When they could they hung around together nights, too, and on weekends. There was this one table in the soda fountain all the kids used, it was more or less reserved for them. If somebody else was there and they came in, they let them have it, even. Then they'd work out from there, do whatever they decided to do.
I was, I guess, fifteen when King approached me. He had a way of doing it: he surveyed a kid in the shower room in the gym, checked him out to see if he had a good build and all. Then he talked to him and decided from that whether he wanted to let him into the gang or not. If he did ... well, this is how I got into the gang. First I had to steal a fifth of booze. That was to show skill and guts, and at the same time it got booze for the parties they had once in a while. I didn't have any trouble passing that. But the next step really gave me trouble, because I'd never done it and I was embarrassed with all of them there. What I had to do ... There was this girl, and she was real hung up on King, so she'd do anything he said. She was almost like part of the gang, and wanted in, so she went along with it. With a new guy's initiation.
It was in two steps. The first step, we were all in this warehouse where the gang sometimes went, an empty building they sneaked into. With all the members sitting in a circle, drinking the booze I'd stolen, I had to strip naked in the center of it. Then, turning slowly around so they all could watch, I had to jack off standing up. It was real embarrassing, but I wanted in the gang so bad I gritted my teeth and did it. Then the next step....
It was a couple of nights later. This time I had to get in the center of the circle again and strip-but there was no jacking off. Instead, this girl comes in, and there I am, standing there naked! Man, I about died! But she came right into the circle, and King told me to start loving her up. Well, I did, and I guess you know what happened! I mean, I was kissing her and feeling her big tits-and they were big!-so I got one hell of a hard-on. "Feel her cunt," King yells, "get her warmed up." So I started feeling her cunt, too, but he yelled to feel it under her dress, not through it, so I reached down, pulled her skirt up and took hold. She didn't have pants on, so I got a handful right from the start. I really gave it a working over, massaging it, sticking my finger in it, everything, while I was still kissing her. King yelled out again, told me to get my prick into her, so ... so I did. I got hold of it, rubbed the head of it up and down her pussy a couple of times, and then started forcing it in. I'd never screwed before, you know, I was sort of awkward at it, but I could feel it slipping in, and it really felt good. Man, I got her by the buttocks and pulled her while I gave one hell of a shove, and it went in so far it's a wonder it didn't come out the other side. "Now fuck," King yells, but I don't know that he would have had to-seems to me that when a prick gets inside a tight little cunt it doesn't need any advice, it knows what to do! I kept hold of her buttocks, kept kissing her all over the mouth and face and throat, and I fucked. After a bit she was doing it with me and, man, I wanted to he down; I kept feeling like I was going to fall, my leg muscles ached like hell, but you couldn't. You bad to screw your way to a spurt-off standing up ... and I did, and man, that was a spurt-off if there ever was one! I shot off into her, and I wanted to keep shooting but my damn legs gave away; I sort of tumbled down, my old prick shooting out a little bit more.
Well, that was the initiation, the three steps. I was a Rover! When the kids at school saw me wearing the Rover outfit, getting together with other Rovers, I could see their envy.
We did a lot of things together, and sometimes it included sex. like, we'd be down at that warehouse, using a candle for light, sitting around bullshitting, and somebody would get in the mood and get the rest of us going. If Carole-the girl I told you about-happened to be there, we might gangbang her, because she went for that. She'd lay there and take us one by one, liking every prick she got run up into her, but especially liking it when King did it. 'Course, like I said, he's a good-looking guy, he's got one hell of a prick on him, and he knew how to throw it to her. The rest of us, we just sort of hopped on and fucked our way to a finish, but he gave it the real works! As big as it was, and knowing how to use it, he'd get a slow, easy motion going-his big dick must have scraped the whole inside of her pussy and pressed back where other guys missed-she'd really come alive. Slide up over it every time he drove it to her, get her legs wrapped around his ass-end, then start clawing his back when he shot because he got her to shooting, too.
Once in a while, just for kicks, one of the better-looking, better-built guys would go out and pick up a homo and bring him back. Lemme tell you, that cocksucker would get his fill of meat that night! He'd go right around the circle and when he got back to the start some of the guys were ready for a second blow. Some of 'em like it in the ass, too, you know, so if we got one like that we paired off the way to please him, one guy giving it to him in the ass while he blew the other.
But there was a lot of talk, too, and we got some good ideas from that that we tried when we were on our own. Lake one kid, he got with a girl who had big tits, he ended up fucking her right between the tits. He said it was great stuff, so naturally the rest of us wafted for a chance to try it.
Then we had parties, too, where we got a little booze, somebody brought a transistor radio, and we invited broads. That worked pretty good, because when one girl saw another girl getting it, it made her more ready for it. Or some guy would be feeling his girl up while he danced, his cock out and prodding into her-you could point that out to your girl, she'd giggle, then she'd get interested in yours. I did my first sixty-nine at a party like that, because the guy and girl next to us were doing it and my girl got interested. She said she'd never done it, she'd like to try it, so away we went. Stretched end for end, her with her mouth around my cock, and me licking that lovely pussy, lapping all around it, then getting my tongue in there and putting it to work. That was a new kind of feeling, on both ends! It really got us both pretty excited, right up to the point where we were both using the fuck-motion on each other-her fucking my tongue with her cute little cunt, me fucking her in the mouth, and both of us finally thrashing around and squirting out a load.
It might surprise you, but teen-agers will talk among themselves when they won't talk to grownups. All the kids knew what was going on, of course, and the girls knew that if they went with a Rover there was a hundred percent chance that she was going to get laid, but she'd go, most of them. It gave them prestige, set them apart from the other girls. We didn't have to worry about getting pussy, there was always something available when we wanted it.
There was only one rule that got me a little, but I didn't say anything about it, of course. If you got a virgin and got her talked into doing it-and, you know, you can tell she's virgin while you're feeling up in that twat of hers-you couldn't take her cherry. You had to take her to King and let him break her maidenhead with his big joy-stick. You could watch, you could go after her later, but he was Chief Cherry-Picker! Nobody dared fudge, either, because if he did, and the Rovers found out, he'd be out.