Gangbang at the Cement Bridge

GANGBANG AT THE CEMENT BRIDGE

I think back, from time to time, about my years in high school. It was Texas, the 60’s and many of us were beginning our sexual awakening. Fucking your girlfriend wasn’t something that happened on a regular basis, but there were girls that liked to fuck and didn’t mind sharing their bodies.

Pat and Marie were two of these girls and were best friends. They may not have been the most beautiful girls in our school, but they weren’t ugly either. I remember back when we were Sophomores in High School. They were just average girls with good bodies, long hair and big boobs.

On Friday and Saturday nights, most everyone went out and drove up and down the “main drag”. In our town, it was Park Avenue. There were two drive-in restaurants on the street….one at each end. Sometimes we would all hang out at one, talking and horsing around.

On one of these nights, there were several guys at the Double K, one of the drive-ins. It was a hot summer night so we were outside of our vehicles standing around drinking Cokes and, in general, talking about sex. Pat and Marie drove in and made the circle around the drive-in. They honked at us and waved, after which, we waved them over to stop and talk.

They made the circle and returned to where we were standing. When they got out of their vehicle we saw that they were both wearing halter tops and short shorts. They really looked pretty good.

You might say that the short shorts and halter tops were a little risqué for the time. The halter tops showed a lot of tit and the shorts were cut right up to their pussies. We were all a little “wowed” by their appearance.

Marie smiled and said, “Hey guys, we have a fifth of whiskey, you guys want to doctor up your cokes?”

Of course, at that age, we all thought that drinking was pretty cool, and wanted a little shot. We gathered around Marie’s car while she added the whiskey to our drinks. After another half hour or so, we were all getting a little tipsy.

Pat commented, “Why don’t we go somewhere that’s not so public, I’m afraid that the LCB (Liquor Control Board) officers might catch us if we stay here, plus, we want to get laid tonight.”

We talked about somewhere to go. Lewis spoke up, “Hey, we can go out to my old man’s ranch, it’s not too far. You guys know the old cement bridge out west of town on Tierra Blanca creek.”

We all knew the place. We had had several drinking parties out there in the past and no one ever came out there at night. We all got in our vehicles and headed out there. We knew that we would need more booze as the night was young so, we decided to get some beer before we left town.

Jim, Brad and I took up a collection and went to see a bootlegger we knew. He sold cold quarts of Coors for $1 a quart. We had enough to buy 20 quarts. When we got to Tyrell’s place, there were a few guys hanging around. We were regular customers so he knew us well.

“Whatch yo white boys need tonight?” he asked as we walked up.

“We need about 20 quarts tonight, you got that much cold?” I asked.

“Wyyyy, you knows I does,” he replied as he went to an old refrigerator that sat beside his house.