West End Boys

When I was 15 and in boarding school in the middle of a field somewhere in the south west of England, our headmaster had a great idea to raise publicity for the school, by releasing an album of various chants by old monks and young boys. This proved to be a huge success and even spawned a doc about the school.

With the CD, came a producer from London, we will call him 'C'. 'C' was large, bitchy queen of a man, in his late 30's, who took a shine to the boys, especially one, a friend of mine, 'P'. We were always a little confused about 'P', was he gay, wasn't he, those mood swings to prove he wasn't, almost looked like he did..... 'C' saw the potential in 'P' and went straight for it, inviting him out to the local town for drinks, taking us all out to the local pub and getting us drunk, even getting hold of the drugs we wanted, bringing them down from London for us. 

As I was 'P's best friend, I was allowed access to all this, even though 'C', didn't like me much and knew that I knew that he was just trying to get into 'P's pants, dirty old queen that he was.

So one weekend, he invited a few celeb pals down to the school to try and impress. 

We ended up in a bar with 'C' and the drummer from a then big band, 'S' and  'L', the writer/performer of one of the biggest bands in the world (I would disagree, I thought they were great in the 80's, but lost it a while back when they went West).

Of course 'S' and 'L' took an immediate shine to 'P', although 'P' was under 'C's wing.

As the night unfolded we saw a lot of drugs consumed, drinks drunk, hands over hands, knowing looks between the older men and myself and a friend that had come along watch 'P' start to act like a queen.

'Shall we go back to the hotel?' 'L' asked.

'No, we've got to go back to school, tomorrow!'

'Well next weekend, you guys must come to London and stay at my pad.'

So we did.........

It was saturday night, Farringdon and we, myself 'P' and another friend went over to the house, where 'C', 'L' and two of their bitches were waiting for us. We had a few drinks and were shown round the flat, amazing! Bed in the middle of the ceiling, a little bridge which led (when a button was pushed and the roof opened) out onto the roof, where there was a large window looking down onto the bath ('it fits 20 people' 'L' was very happy to tell us). 

Eventually a car came to pick us up and take us to a club. which happened to be the biggest gay club in London. So we walked in. Myself and friend a little nervouse. We were 15, on our own with a group of old gay men in a club, where when you loked around all you could see was sucking, fucking, spanking and wanking.

'P' loved it, throwing himself into the throng of naked, sweating bodies.

We went to the bar and had a beer.

After a few hours 'L' suggested we go back to his place and have some drugs and a drink or two, relieved we accepted, hoping back into his car and to the flat.

Once there, the stuff came out and we started to have fun, when out of the blue 'P' pipped up. 'I fancy a bath' And walked into the bathroom. 

'That's a great idea', said 'L', following him into the bathroom, jaw open, tounge out.

'C' and his bitch ran into the bathroom, giggling too, leaving myself and friend a little worried and confused about how the night was unfolding.

Water runs, bitch runs in and out, we drink beer, bitch finds a polaroid, bitch runs back into the bathroom taking snaps. Bitch runs out giggling, gets dressed and runs out of the flat. 'C' comes running out of the bathroom.

'Is bitch here?'

'No bitch left', I told him.

'C' runs out to find him.

'I need a piss' I told my friend, thinking It'd be fine to go into the loo part of the bathroom and shut the door, so I went for it, walking, blinkers on, into the bathroom, towards the loo. But I had to look over to the bath, how could you not, you know your friend is still in there, with one of the biggest pop successes of the last 30 years...... and I did.......

'P' was lying back in the bath naked, looking up to the heavens, the little 15 year old boy, being sucked of by one of the biggest names in pop.

i couldn't believe it. I turned and walked out, telling my friend that I think I'd just seen 'L' giving 'P', an underage boy a blow job. Myfriend didn't believe me, so went to look and came back white as a sheet.

We grabbed our stuff and left.

The next day 'P' called us and we met up. We confronted him about it and he denied it. we told him about the bitch and the photos that were out there and could end up in a tabloid. He denied it less. 

We left and went back to school. 

He left and went on tour with the band.