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    Beyond our small group, we had a host of mates and acquaintances, some close and others more distant. All were part of a brotherhood who belonged and fought together on the streets of east London. Of our close friends, Paul was the most charismatic. He was also smart, tough andhandsome. Together, we made a formidable team, whether at play in girls’ bedrooms or doing damage to other gangs. Colin was the one I would look up to. He could make difficult things look easy. He got whatever he wanted and he was intelligent as well as smart. On top of all that, he had style and, at that age, he was probably more successful as a stud than I was.
    Because we enjoyed each other’s company so much, we would generally meet girls in pairs so that we could be together all the time. Throughout our friendship, we always tried dating together. If our girlfriends were mates like we were, that was a dream ticket. Colin and I seemed to keep out of trouble with the law for most of the time. Occasionally, we’d be chased down the street for shoplifting but that came low on our list of priorities. We were really more into girls and having a good time. We were just kids enjoying life.
    I made love when I was 12. She was a year older and had been resisting my clumsy offer of ‘going all the way’ for some months, but I couldn’t wait for the rest of my life. I had reached puberty early. There were my new mates to think of, too. The older guys I had been getting friendly with were young men who were up to ten years older than me and had been going with women for years.
    This group pressure, particularly as far as the older boys were concerned, had made me all the more determined that it was time I followed their example and lost my virginity. Conveniently, herfriend had fallen for Colin and he had been putting similar pressure on her. The girls had kept us dangling on the line for a long time — around six months. We must have finally worn them down because they finally agreed to full sexual intercourse. I could never figure out, though, why it should have been all right after six months. To my mind, it would have been fine on the first day! But still, better late than never.
    The big event took place at Colin’s home while his parents were out. Colin and I used to wear the same clothes — flared jeans, T-shirts and 50p trainers that looked good when new but were generally worn out by the next day. For this special occasion, we wore our regulation denims which had been nicely washed and ironed, and we’d soaked ourselves in cheap aftershave which you could smell half a mile away. It didn’t matter. I was only 12 and was about to embark on a new adventure, an initiation into a new way of life. A real world where grown-up boys made love to grown-up girls.
    We never bothered to find out if the girls thought about it in this way, or if they thought about it at all. You don’t normally discuss your thoughts and feelings when you are 12 or 13 years old. And you certainly don’t ask those questions of girls who are not entirely certain of what they are doing, but are prepared to go with the flow.
    Until that moment, no amount of chat had made them change their mind. I would say to Lee, ‘I can’t wait any more. My dick isn’t going to get any harder than it is and if we go on like this muchlonger, I’m going to fall down. My nuts are getting heavier by the day and I’m going to have to cart them around in a wheelbarrow.’
    Thinking back on it, I can picture her exactly as she looked. She was every man’s fantasy. She wore tight-fitting jeans, her prettiness enhanced by bright red lipstick, and her breasts were firm and swollen with excitement. What’s more, she should have been in a school uniform and a gym slip rather than dressed like a teenage temptress. She was 13 but had the body of a young woman. Sadly, the finer points of this sexuality were probably lost on me as a 12-year-old. But she was as eager as me was to find out about