We weren’t a street gang in the sense that we dealt in drugs, stole cars etc. but living in the Byker area of Newcastle on Tyne did mean we spent a lot of time hanging around the street corners, meeting as a group of mainly guys. Byker was a sprawling, moderately new housing estate in the 1970’s. Nearly all the houses were rented, council flats built around a main street of shops.

Our group varied from as few as four guys to as many as fifteen some Friday nights. If we had a little money, those of us old enough to drink would buy some cans of beer for the group which included a few who either couldn’t afford to, or looked too young to buy drink. We had some laughs together, especially on the late summer nights. A few girls would join us and when they weren’t there, we spent our time talking about what we would like to do to them. Talking about sexual fantasies was a main topic of conversation and, of course, we all bragged about our sexual prowess though in all honesty, probably few of us had practiced using it!

I was an only child, blessed with the name Erin which did no favours to my street credibility! I looked as though I wasn’t old enough to drink but I was. I was around 5 feet 9 inches, very slim, with light blonde hair and was cursed with an almost hairless body except for my pubic patch and a sprinkle in the middle of my chest. I also realised that I liked hanging about with the guys because I liked guys – I mean LIKED guys.

I had no idea where to find boys or men who wanted to do things with me and my main sexual experiences had been getting sucked off by a forty something guy after he chatted to me late one night in the darkness of the town moor (a large dark expanse of green land in the middle of town). I almost choked the poor guy but all those years of frustration was just slopping around in my balls waiting for someone to find the key and he got the lot. My second and only other meeting was with a married guy who took me into a toilet cubicle in a public toilet on the coast one Winter’s afternoon, just three months before the following event. This time I ended up choking on his cum. He didn’t even have the decency to wank me off so I had to do it after he left. Still, at least I had had some sex!

The main group of six guys were Jimmy, a broad built, 5 feet 11 inch wiry guy with shaven head and wearing a baseball cap most of the time. What we call a CHAV nowadays. He tended to wear Newcastle football shirts and track suit bottoms. His sidekick (and full time lapdog) was Ray. He looked about 16, though he was the same age as Jimmy. He also tended to favour the football shirt and trackies. Every joke Jimmy said, Ray laughed at. The other four were typical louts. Sean and Liam, who were freckled twins, just a little shorter than me and just as thin but both almost identical and well muscled (I fancied them both because of their dark red hair and I wondered if their pubes were the same), then Dave who was the tallest at 6 feet with dark hair, and Patrick who was a little