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Another Fine Mess

First published 12/12/2015

Chapter One – The Error

I should never have taken that shortcut. Unusually for England, my town had Elementary, Middle and High schools like they do in America instead of the Primary and Secondary that is normal here. That’s unusual but a few places do it. I was in what was normally the lower sixth and my school chose to call Year 12, which meant that all the bullies and morons I didn’t like had left the previous July at age sixteen. Americans would call that ‘dropping out’ I think but it was quite normal to leave at sixteen back in the eighties and most kids did. Only swots like me stayed on.

On this particular day Mum had asked me to meet her at the Tesco store on the edge of town to help with the big food shop. She and Dad usually did it together on Saturday morning but got sick of the crowds so she decided to experiment with Thursday afternoon but Dad was at work then so I got roped in. Tesco was located right next to a fairly large social housing estate. They didn’t mind the neighbours, who were mostly their customers. More affluent customers drove there anyway and used the entrance from the main road.

The quickest way from school to both Tesco and the estate was to cut through the park. There were bullies enough in the years below me and mostly they lived on the estate, or one of the others like it in the town but I had a study period at the end of the day and left the library a couple of minutes early so I was literally walking out the gate as the bell rang. By walking quickly I could stay ahead of everyone else.

I walked quickly through the park with no problems. It was as I approached the exit that led to the estate and Tesco that I saw them. Eight of my erstwhile classmates, four boys and four girls, now part of Maggie’s Millions [unemployed], sitting at the two picnic tables near the exit, cans of lager in front of them. I realised it must be Giro [unemployment benefit check] day and wondered how many they’d had.

“Hey, it’s Stan!” shouted a girl named Tracy. “Come over here and talk to us! Where’s Ollie today?” I should explain that my name is not Stan, it’s Julian, but I was very thin and my best friend the year before had been a fairly fat boy called Oliver. Some (half) wit had dubbed us Laurel and Hardy and the nickname stuck, at least among my peers. Younger kids who wanted an insulting name preferred ‘Julie.’

I smiled at her but didn’t speak and kept walking quickly towards the gate. Next thing I knew the four boys had surrounded me and hustled me over to the table Tracy was sitting at. “That’s very rude of you to ignore me” she scolded. “Where’s Ollie today?”

“Well I don’t know do I?” I replied. “He left school when you did. He’s probably working somewhere or something, I don’t know. Excuse me; I’ve got to be somewhere.” I turned to leave and found the four boys blocking my way.

“He’s so rude isn’t he?” complained Helen. “Somebody ought to teach him some manners.” I started looking around, sizing up my options if I had to run for it. Paul and Gary noticed this and took hold of my arms. This was getting scary. I wondered how much drink they’d had and what they would do.

“Look, I’m sorry” I said. “I didn’t mean to be rude but I really do have to meet someone at Tesco.”

“You will be sorry” said Danny menacingly. He grinned at Rob. “You know when we was at school I always wanted to get Stan’s trousers off him in the yard but we never managed it, he was too good at keeping out of the way. Why don’t we make up for it now?”

I felt cold. It didn’t happen often but occasionally the school’s bullies would gang up on some boy and remove his trousers, which they would then pass to the nearest girl. The victim would spend the next few minutes running around in his underwear chasing his trousers from girl to girl as they passed them around until one of them relented or a teacher intervened. I didn’t need that indignity.

“Good idea” said Rob. “Put him on the table.” Soon I was on my back on the table, Paul and Gary still holding my arms, Rob holding my ankles, Danny getting to work on my belt buckle. It didn’t take long for him to get my trousers open and then Rob grabbed the bottom of the legs and rapidly pulled them off over my shoes. Danny pulled my shirt and sweater half way up my chest and I lay there in my y-fronts as the girls jeered.

“That’ll teach you!” said Helen.

“Yeah right!” agreed Jane.

“Nice legs!” jeered Sylvie.

“Shame about the face!” added Tracy.

“Let’s give these girls a treat” suggested Rob. “Get his dick out!”

“You must be joking!” retorted Danny to my relief. “I’m not putting my hands in there looking for it!”

“You don’t have to. Just rip his keks off.”

There was a chorus of female encouragement and then Danny grabbed the sides of my underwear and rapidly pulled them down to my ankles for Rob to remove. The laughter, wolf-whistles and jeering got louder and that was when my body betrayed me. Above-the-neck Julian was utterly horrified to be assaulted like this by people he had never liked. Below-the-waist Julian seemed only to care about being the centre of females’ attention for the first time ever and responded. It didn’t take long for my tormentors to notice.

“Look! He’s getting a touch on!”

“Bloody hell, he is as well!”

“He likes this! He actually likes it!”

“What a pervert!”

“Can you believe this?”

These comments were bad enough but it was about to get much worse. Un-noticed by any of us the kids from school who lived on the estate had been approaching the exit and Rob’s fourteen year old sister Kate had seen him and come over to ask him something. She saw me lying there and did a double take at my lack of clothing. “Oh my God” she said quietly. Then she whistled loudly to get attention. “Come over here” she shouted. “They’ve got Julie Patterson on the table with no pants on!”

Chapter Two – The Conversation

“They’ve got Julie Patterson on the table with no pants on!”

This announcement caused every kid in earshot, which meant every kid from that estate who attended my school, a large group ranging in age from fourteen to sixteen, to surround the table I was lying on, jostling for position to get the best view, pointing laughing and jeering: “Nice to see you Julie”, “Nice cock Julie”, “Where’s your pants Julie?”, “I bet he drinks Carling Black Label!”, “Someone’s been feeding him meat!”, “Looks like he wants to feed someone else some of his meat!” and so on, mostly from the boys. Most of the girls present were too busy staring to speak.

“Who’s been playing with his prick then?” Tommy, a stroppy year eleven (sixteen year old) boy I’d had trouble with before, wanted to know.

“Nobody, we haven’t touched him” replied Tracy.

“Bollocks!” Tommy didn’t believe her. “Look at the state of it. Somebody’s got him well horny.”

“No, straight up, we haven’t touched his dick” Helen insisted. “Do you know what did that?” Tommy didn’t. “Boys. He got all excited and his dick got hard all by itself when these rough boys held him down and took his pants off. He likes that, you can see. That’s what turned him on; it wasn’t us girls.”

“Bloody hell, what a perv! That’s well screwed up. Wait ‘til I tell my mates. We’ll make him happy whenever we catch him in the bogs [toilets] just for a laugh if that’s what he likes.” Tommy stood as close to my face as he could get and unzipped his trousers. “Want some of that do you?” he asked.

“No, I don’t, you’re wrong” I said desperately. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have but there was no option. I had no wish to discuss my sexual preferences with this group, especially not in my current state of dress but I couldn’t have that rumour going around the school. I had no doubt at all that if they believed it Tommy and his mates would go for a repeat performance at every opportunity.

“Well then,” said Rob, ignoring me, “let’s finish the job then since he likes it so much. Let’s get it all off.” He started unlacing my shoe. Danny, Paul and Gary got busy pulling my sweater and shirt off while Rob removed my shoes and socks. Once I was naked he glanced at my groin. “Looks like he’s still enjoying it” he commented.

“No, I’m not” I insisted. “You don’t understand. It’s not you; it’s these girls that’s doing it.”

“Can’t be” Helen concluded. “We were here all along but you didn’t get excited until after the boys got your keks off. How do you explain that if it’s us that’s turning you on?”

I really needed this interrogation, lying there naked in front of a crowd with an erection that seemed impervious to fear, shame and embarrassment and just would not go away. For the sake of whatever reputation I might be able to salvage I tried to explain: “It’s having you looking at me, you know, down there that does it...”

“So you like flashing at girls then, is that it?”

“No! I’d never do that!”

“Well make your mind up! First you say you like showing off to us and now you don’t. Which is it? Are you a poof or a flasher?”

“Neither. I hate you seeing me like this and I don’t know why it has this effect. I can’t explain it any better so if you don’t believe me you’ll just have to think whatever you like. I give up.”

“I’ve got an idea” said Sylvie. “Let’s try the girl test and see what happens. If he’s a poof he won’t like it.” She looked at me. “Ever have a girl touch your dick?” she asked.

I hadn’t, and found that I couldn’t lie so I shook my head. “Not surprising” she commented. She took hold of it in her right hand and just held it. “Does that feel good?” she asked. I nodded mutely. She undid the top three buttons on her blouse with her left hand and leaned forwards. I couldn’t help myself; I stared at the view down her blouse at what looked like a lovely pair of tits. She smiled, half opened her mouth and leaned forward some more bringing her mouth close to my dick. I felt it twitch involuntarily in her hand. She sat back up again.

“He’s passed the test” she announced. “This boy likes girls. Look at this.” She squeezed me firmly and pointed to the head with her other hand. “See, he’s leaking now.” I gasped as she smeared the liquid around the head with a finger.

“Easy tiger!” said Rob. “That’s my girlfriend you’re drooling over you perv.”

“Well what do you expect?” I demanded, stung by the unfairness. It wasn’t like I’d asked for any of this and I was sick of discussing my sexuality while being used as a public entertainment. “With what she’s doing anyone would react. It’d be an insult if they didn’t, and then you’d call me a poof. I can’t win.”

He thought about that for a second, then unexpectedly grinned. “That’s true” he said. “My God, just look at your face. You look like a kid on Christmas Eve!”

“Perhaps we should give him a present then” suggested Sylvie. She looked at the eager faces of all the watching kids. “Who wants to see him come?” she asked.

Chapter Three – The Present

“Who wants to see him come?” asked Sylvie. If the chorus of cheers was anything to go by, just about everyone did. Rob and I were the only objectors. He was jealous; I’d had enough of being the entertainment. I was of course ignored.

“Come on Rob” cajoled Sylvie. “Don’t spoil it for everyone. It’s just a laugh. I’m not being unfaithful when you’re stood there watching and helping to hold him down. It’s not like I fancy the creep. But it’s up to you. I won’t do it if it’s going to upset you.”

He thought it over. “All right then, do it” he said. Then he looked me straight in the eye and added “But don’t you even think about getting any ideas about my girlfriend, pervert, this is a one off and just you remember it!” The only idea I had about his girlfriend right then was that she was a bitch. I deemed it prudent not to say so.

Sylvie had never stopped holding me and now she started to slide her hand up and down the shaft, slowly at first but gradually speeding up. Physically it felt good. I’d done that to myself often enough, what teenage boy hasn’t, but to have someone else in control was a weird mixture of similar and different. Of course I also knew that the girl was using me for “a laugh” in front of forty people.

Nature took its course and what Sylvie was doing started to feel better and better. The pressure in my erection became actually painful and then I lost control and cried out as I experienced a very intense orgasm. It rained down on my chest and stomach as the people watching cheered and then the pleasure was gone, leaving only the shame.

I thought that was it; there was nothing more they could do. But I was wrong. Paul, Gary and Rob continued to hold me down as everyone watched my privates gradually return to their normal relaxed state. Meanwhile Danny started picking up my clothes and stuffing them into my schoolbag.

“I think he said he wanted to go to Tesco didn’t he?” asked Danny. “Well, let’s go then, we don’t want to make him late.”

I was lifted off the table and Paul and Gary started frog-marching me towards the park exit, hands behind my back. There was a very unpleasant feeling as the wet slimy ejaculate slid down my body and legs driven by gravity.

“Wait, let me get dressed” I pleaded as we approached the exit.

“No time for that, you said you were in a hurry” replied Danny. He passed my bag to Tommy and whispered something to him. I was hustled out of the exit and along the path that led into the estate. The path ran past the back of the store and then a few yards further along was a pedestrian back entrance to the store’s car park on the right. We stopped just before this so I was shielded from view from the car park by the fence. Anyone walking along the path coming from the estate or the park could have seen me but luckily no-one was.

Tommy walked into the car park carrying my bag. I watched helplessly over the fence as he walked calmly over to a car parked close to the store’s entrance, right next to the area where shoppers collected and returned their trolleys. He placed the bag on the car’s roof rack and then walked back out to where we were.

“Okay, you can go now” said Danny with a grin, gesturing his mates to release me. I clasped my hands in front of me instinctively and stared in horror over the fence at all the people in the car park, mostly women at that time of day, plus a few small children. I’d be risking arrest if I streaked across that car park but the only alternative was streaking all the way home. I stayed where I was, paralysed.

“I’d get a move on if I was you” suggested Rob. “If that car drives off or someone hands your bag in as lost property you’ll have a bit of a problem, won’t you?”

He was right. I had to get my bag back, there was only one way to do it and the longer I left it the more danger that it wouldn’t be there to get. I ‘girded my loins’ (with my hands for lack of anything better) and ran for it.

As I ran across the asphalt towards the store the delighted teenagers watched me over the fence cheering me on. There were wolf-whistles and shouts: “Pervert!”, “Flasher!”, “Streaker!” they shouted, to get me noticed, and it worked. The women in the area stopped loading their shopping into their cars and stared in disgust as I raced over to the trolley area, grabbed my bag and held it in front of me as I sprinted over to the edge of the car park and took shelter between a Land Rover and an estate car [station wagon].

Standing at an angle to keep my back to both the estate car and the car park and use the tall Land Rover for shelter, I pulled my trousers out of the bag, in too much of a rush to care that I was spilling other things on the ground, and got into them as fast as possible. As I fastened them I heard the whine of an electric window opening. I hadn’t noticed there was someone in the car’s driving seat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” demanded a horribly familiar voice from the car. The blue car, as I now noticed. The blue Volvo 245. Our family’s blue Volvo 245. Shit! How did I not notice that? All I’d been focused on was the shelter offered by the Land Rover. I turned slowly to face the music.

“Julian!”

“Hello, Mum.” This was going to be awkward, I reflected, as I reached for my shirt.

The End

Love this one, Britguy!! I’d forgotten how good it is.
Thanks for reposting your old stories.

Definitely enjoyable!