The Playground

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The playground bore witness to a lot of things when we were young. Strangely, it was rarely used for what it was made to be used for. We weren't the type of people who were allowed to enjoy nice things, so even the kids had to suffer when the older boys would burn or break the swing set or use the slide as a public urinal. It was indeed, a miserable place to grow up.

There were no fancy cars or nice houses on our street. Nobody had a father who worked in an office or owned a company. In fact, finding someone with a father at all was difficult enough, but finding someone with a father who had a job was like stumbling upon a unicorn in the supermarket.

Violence was a daily occurrence. Kids fought, teenagers fought, adults fought, and nobody batted an eyelid, because in those few short minutes, it gave people a brief respite from their depressing surroundings.

Drugs were also rampant, though it was the adults and teenagers who used most, and the kids were still the worst affected. That was one of the reasons that the playground was essentially unusable for them. Used needles cracked under your sneakers when you'd walk across the tacky, burned tarmac. Scorched spoons were piled up behind the monkey bars, and more often than not, you'd find someones mother or brother passed out on the urinal slide.

The place was under a constant cloud of grey. I don't know what it was about it, but from the day I was born until the day I finally escaped, it felt like the rain never stopped. That, and the fact that families burned whatever they could in their fireplaces for heat, meant that there was this thick smog that clung to the entire estate and made everyones breathing sound funny.

I started smoking young, just like the rest of my friends. We didn't start because we thought we were cool, we started because it meant that we'd have something to do during the day. There were three of us in total, myself, Johnny Marcelli and Snappy Grisham.

Snappy wasn't his real name of course. Everyone called him Snappy because from the age of six, he'd become skilled in the art of pickpocketing, and he would quite literally snap a wallet from someones inside pocket and disappear within seconds.

The three of us were extremely close. Our childhoods were spent together, sharing stories and secrets about our own homely horrors. Our teenage years were much the same, and when we became old enough to buy our own packs of cigarettes with the money that Snappy could get for us, we remained close.

Johnny was the toughest motherfucker I'd ever known. He was half Italian, half Irish and half American. I don't know how many times we told him that it wasn't possible to be split in half thrice, but Johnny insisted. He was shorter than us, but he was like our own personal bull dog. If someone fucked with one of us, they'd have Johnny to deal with, and nobody wanted that.

One wet Tuesday morning is when everything changed between us. Naturally, we'd bunked off school. As a matter of fact, I reckon we'd bunked off most of the year by that point, but there we were, huddled around a single cigarette in the dilapidated playground, blowing warmth into our hands and shooting the shit.

"I ain't ever getting married" Snappy was saying, "all my mom and dad do is fight, and I don't ever want that for my kids".

"You ain't having kids, man" Johnny sniggered, "you're shooting blanks".

"No, but seriously" he continued, "why the fuck don't people just divorce if they hate each other so much?"

"Count yourself lucky" I interrupted, "at least you have a dad".

"There ain't nothing lucky about having a dad who beats on your mom" Johnny reminded me, "I'd rather no dad than that".

I couldn't argue with him. I'd heard his stories.

As we passed around the butt of the smouldering cigarette, Johnny lowered his voice and moved closer. We waited excitedly.

"I got a blowjob" he whispered, even though we were the only ones there.

"bull shit" Snappy scoffed, "nobody in their right mind would suck anything belonging to you".

I laughed, then Johnny pushed Snappy and said "honest, man! Rachael Alley, last night, right over there".

He pointed over to where the swings used to hang. "She spat my nut out, I bet it's still there".

We all excitedly rushed over and found a splash of dried white bubbles on the tarmac. Most of it had been washed away by the rain, but it was enough proof for the pair of us to feel the bitter pang of jealousy.

In the hour the proceeded Johnny's admission, we bombarded him with questions. What did it feel like? What did it sound like? Did they get naked? Did he cum fast? Did he see her tits?

He seemed happy to answer, but after an entire hour of hearing about blowjobs, cum, tits and ass, I was admittedly, quite aroused. I thought I was the only one at first, and secretly adjusted my erection with my hand inside my pocket, but when I noticed Snappy slide his hand up and down his crotch, and Johnny push his hips against the ledge at his groin, I knew the feeling was mutual.

"Wouldn't it be sweet if we had a chick friend? You know, like a girl that you can hang out with and get blowjobs from?" Johnny said, and both Snappy and I coughed with laughter.

"Yeah" I nodded, "that would be something alright, I wonder if there's a name for that? A girl who's also your friend... It's almost like a... Girlfriend" Snappy and I spoke the last word together and chuckled as Johnny scowled.

After a moment of silence, Johnny shrugged and said "why does it even have to be a girl?"

The words took a moment to register with us, but when they did, our eyes widened.

"You fucking puff" Snappy gasped, as though the idea was the most ludicrous thing to ever come out of Johnny's mouth.

I knew from the moment he suggested it, that I was more than willing to give it a go, but being gay on our street was a sure fire way to end up hanging from a telephone pole by your ankles, so it wasn't something I was prepared to say, unless both of them agreed first.

There was a lot of back and forth insults. The word faggot was bantered around, but I kept quiet. I still wasn't sure what my sexuality was, but I certainly wasn't going to let them decide for me. Eventually, Johnny made a compelling argument.

"Nobody needs to know" he said seriously, his face all bunched up in concentration, "we don't tell anybody anything, we just... Help each other".

Snappy didn't seem convinced, but when they both looked at me, I shrugged.

"I mean... I guess we could" I said, and being the voice of reason, it seemed like my words held more weight.

Snappy didn't seem too impressed, but when Johnny offered to go first, the teenage arousal inside our pants left us no choice. We huddled over toward the jungle gym and stood in a circle.

"If either of you tell anyone about this" Snappy started, but Johnny sighed angrily.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell everyone I sucked your dick in the playground" he barked, and that seemed like enough. "Well take it out then" he added.

"Get on your knees first" Snappy growled, "I'm not just standing here with my dick out in the rain".

I watched, my own dick pulsing inside my briefs, as Johnny looked out over the mucky green area beyond the playground and took a breath.

"Did you have a bath today?" He asked, in a redundant bid to buy himself some more time. Which was odd, considering it had all been his idea.

"No" Snappy scoffed, as though the question was ridiculous, "on Saturday, I think".

Perhaps it would sound strange today, but baths weren't a nightly occurrence back then, and showers didn't even exist.

Johnny got down on one knee in the most masculine possible way. He puffed his chest out, grabbed Snappy's waist aggressively, and dragged the young man closer to him.

"If this tastes like piss I'm out" he warned, and Snappy shrugged and unzipped his pants.

I watched eagerly. The mere sight of Snappy's organ would potentially be enough for me to blow my load inside my underpants, but I kept my hand away as he pulled down the front of his tighty-whities and revealed his member.

I expected Johnny to recoil or go back on his promise, but the young man seemed hungry for it. Without warning, he grabbed Snappy's soft dick between his thumb and finger, and peeled back the foreskin to reveal a small, plump helmet. A moment later, it was in his mouth.

Almost instinctively, Snappy placed his hands on Johnny's head and watched intently as his cock was sucked. His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes narrowed and glared, but he made no effort to move. We both studied Johnny like a pop quiz, as he glided back and forth.

"What does it feel like?" I asked, in awe, and Snappy looked at me with his eyes glazed over and grinned widely.

"You gotta check this out, man".

A punch of worry hit me when I realised that I was still piss hard. I didn't want to pull it out like that, but Johnny had taken Snappy's cock from inside his mouth, and was looking at me.

I stole a quick glance at the wet prick that hung beside me. He was almost hard, and Johnny's saliva glistened on his shaft, making my meat swell even more.

"Get it out" Johnny said, grabbing at my pants.

"I'll do it!" I barked, stepping back.

My heart pounded, but I was too aroused to back out now. I unbuttoned, unzipped and because my pants were hand-me-downs, they fell to my ankles and the two of them choked with laughter.

"Shut up" I growled, but Johnny was already pulling down my briefs, and he sat back on his ankles when my five inch boner bounced out.

I knew by the look on their faces that they wanted to ask me the question, but they both knew that they were in no position to ask me about my sexuality after what had just happened, so they said nothing and Johnny closed his hand around the base of my cock, and I shuddered.

"You've got pre" he said, using his fingertip to press against my wet cock head, and pulling it away so that it became stringy.

"I... I can wipe it off" I told him, my cheeks red, but he didn't give me a chance.

Johnny took my cock into his mouth, and I gasped with pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it before. His tongue swirled around the tip, making me clench and moan. His warm lips pushed back and forth, causing my hips to thrust lazily. His hand remained at the base, pumping more juices from me, and the sound of sloppy sucking mixed with the gentle patter of rain around us.

"Me now" Snappy said, grabbing Johnny and pulling him off me.

"You had your go!" I snapped, but Johnny was already sucking him back into his mouth.

"Fuck you man, jerk off or something"

"Fuck you!"

As the two of us argued, Johnny pulled me closer, so I stood directly next to Snappy with my pants around my ankles and my hard cock getting rained on. He blindly found it with his hand and began to slowly pump it as he sucked on Snappy, and after a few seconds he swapped.

We weren't arguing anymore. We both looked down at him as he expertly pleasured us, one after the other. Over and over again, until we were panting and moaning, and our young bodies were beginning to dampen with sweat.

"I'm gonna cum" Snappy eventually said, his voice breaking as he spoke.

Johnny moved on to my cock, but kept his fist sloshing up and down Snappy's one, and I watched him as he orgasmed.

His eyes squeezed shut as beads of clear fluid drooled down his shaft. His body became tense and he grabbed my shoulder for support as ropes of thick, creamy sperm gushed from him like a hose, and splattered down on Johnny's arm.

The sight was enough for me. I managed to warn him, but he kept going and as I followed a trail of Snappy's cum with my eyes, my own load exploded from me and I whimpered as Johnny pulled away.

"Ugh, gross!" He groaned, spitting it onto the ground.

My rod twitched and danced as ribbons of spunk drained from me. It was the best feeling I'd ever known, and there was something so deviously sensual about sharing it with my two best friends.

When the orgasms had passed, we stood up and fixed ourselves.

"So" Johnny said, as we lit our last cigarette, "who's doing me?"

"Maybe next time, dude" Snappy laughed, patting him on the back, "good work though".

As Johnny bitched and moaned, the three of us ended up laughing together, but Johnny wasn't out of luck. There would definitely be a next time, and a next time after that, and honestly, I lost count eventually.