Chapter 2: Blow Jobs for Drinks

Being 14 getting served alcohol in a pub was always tricky so I had to resort to other methods. Sometimes you could get away with a few cans from an off-license or the local shop, but if you wanted to get it from a pub then someone would have to buy it for you.

It had been Kim’s idea to hang around the local pub looking to beg drinks, something she admitted she had done before.

“The worse that happens if you have to give them a hand job,” Kim said with a smirk and a ‘guess you have done that before’ type look.

“Yes, I have done it before. I have wanked Kevin off.”

Kevin was sort of my steady boyfriend and we had snogged a lot and I had even let him put his hand in my blouse. At first below the waist was off limits but after a few weeks curiosity got the better of me and I held his cock while he fingered me.

“I have even sucked his cock a couple of times,” I boasted as we approached the pub from the back.

“Ewwww how can you,” Kim asked me as we shared a cigarette, “it tastes bloody horrible.”

I just laughed, “So you have tried it then.” When she blushed, I laughed and went on, “It’s an acquired taste ... anyway, you snog Peter Hammond, and he has spots.”

“Yeah, but he also has a big cock,” she retorted back.

I laughed but stored that nugget of information away for future reference. The truth was that I hadn’t sucked Kevin’s cock at all, but felt I had to say something ... it wasn’t like she would go and ask him.

It was her who had told me about the Five Stars pub that backed onto the local supermarket. It was a typical northern pub which was full of smoke, a men-only public bar with mainly couples in the lounge bar. As the pub shared its car park with the local supermarket there was no beer garden, but the landlord had put out some picnic tables where sometimes guys would come outside for fresh air.

Kim told me that one night a few weeks back, an old guy of our parent’s age had chatted to her and eventually put a proposition to her. The deal was quite simple, if she wanked him off, he would buy her a drink. Kim being Kim and knowing there was no chance of getting served in the pub otherwise agreed to his deal. Once she told me I was eager to try and put thoughts of Kevin from my mind as it wasn’t really cheating, just a necessary thing to do to get a drink.

We would go there most Friday and Saturday nights and hang around until sooner or later some lad would ask the immortal question, “How would you two girls like a half a lager to share?”

Kim and I would then look at each other and exchange knowing looks before one of us would reply, “What do you want for these drinks?”

A discussion would ensure that would result in one of us going into the shadows and giving the guy a hand job. We used to take it in turns although on occasion there would be two guys and therefore we would wank one each, but also get a half each.

I used a technique that was a combination of how I had rubbed cream into Spike’s cock, though these men were a lot smaller, combined with the up/down actions Kim had taught me using the small umbrella. The guys would cum pretty quickly and most of the time I would point their cock ahead and away to avoid getting splashed. Then one day the inevitable happened.