I went out looking for trouble. It was a saturday night and all the clubs were full of young revelers out for a good time, drinking, fighting and fucking. I wore my parka cos there was a chill breeze but mostly cos wearing it seems to guarantee I get into a good fist fight or two with the tough guys who hang around outside the clubs. I love to beat up the boys who think they are hard and show them I’m the Alpha Male in this town.

As I approached the Lexus nightclub, known for the high number of gays who hang out there as well as being well known for the number of fights that start there and spill out into the car park outside I noticed a small crowd over by the river. I strolled over to take a look.

A gang of teenagers were watching one young thug sucking the erect cock of another, a skinhead in a red blue and white checked shirt open to his navel. His denim jeans were on the floor by his feet which sported Doc Marten boots. His big cock was being thrashed by the other thug who wore a blue polo shirt with his collar popped up (and nothing else) who sucked and slobbered like he was possessed. His cock was also bouncing high in the air showing everybody how turned on he was. The others cheered him on and a teenage girl of about fifteen fingered her pussy under her denim mini skirt and caressed her own tit inside her black shirt as she urged them on.

Then a thug in a hoodie noticed me watching, standing behind them in my open front parka and checked shirt, the bulge in my jeans clearly showing I was enjoying the free show. ‘Look’ he grunted, ‘A fucking pervert is watching us, a fucking mod in a fucking parka!’

Everybody turned and soon I was surrounded by the gang and the centre of attention. Even the boys having oral had stopped to stagger over to me.

‘What d’you fucking want?’ hissed one of the gang, a thick set youth clad in denim and leather with neck chains and tattoos. Maybe he was the gang leader.

‘Oh, I just thought…’ I said before I punched him hard in the face to send him reeling backwards and causing him to fall on his back. The boy in the blue polo shirt swung his fist and caught me on the jaw, but I didn’t react other than to grab him by the collar and punch him in the face. As he sagged at the knees I held on to him to punch him in the stomach. ‘Oof’ he said as he bent forwards.

‘Oof?’ I said ‘Fucking oof?’ Nobody oofs me’ so I pulled him up towards me by his shirt collar and with my other hand grabbed his still erect cock then I bent down and began to suck it. What a glorious salty dirty taste. The next moment fists rained down on me to knock me off my feet and as I landed I rolled onto my back. Some feet were kicking me now and the guy in blue was stomping on my stomach, unaware I was loving it and my cock was straining even harder at my jeans. The slut girl had been staring at the bulge in my jeans and now crouched down to unzip my flies and allow my sex mad cock to fly up into the air.