September 17th, 2011
Skinhead Kidnap by marky mark mark.
The pub was crowded with Friday night revellers mostly people who had come straight from work to unwind before the weekend. So no one paid much attention to the tall well-built skinhead at the end of the bar as he watched the fucking yuppies from the city drink their Champaign and foreign beers. He had his eye on one lad about 20 slightly smaller than him with long black hair well long compared with the skin and a good body. The skin had been keeping an eye on him all night as a good prospect to be his next challenge. It was not until closing time that the lad made his move to go that the skin finally chose him.
As the lad left the pub the skin followed keeping in the background as the lad walked with his friends down the street. The skin was on the point of giving up and starting again the next night when the lad parted from his friend and moved off towards a local park area which was known in the area as a cruising ground. The skin smiled to himself as he crossed the road a moment later this was going to be a push over.
He followed the lad into the park about a hundred paces behind him. As they entered a particularly secluded spot the lad spun around and said “Ok mate if you want some come and get it from this rich kid”. He was obviously drunk and didn’t realise the position he was in but the skin let it go for now…
September 15th, 2011
Skinhead Conversion by oldtimer25
He surveyed quite a few men during the evening as he walked down the street. He was used to having football players sucking his cock, so the visiting Scally lads were not quite what he was looking for, neither were the skaters, some of which seemed too eager to please. He was looking for men he could push around and enjoy pushing. When he rounded one dark corner he found what he was looking for, 5 tall, muscular skin heads.
September 13th, 2011
The Leather Jacket by oldtimer25
My favorite place had a bartender who scared the living shit out of me, and who I immediately fell in love with. I think that if Max had offered me a night in his dungeon, I would literally have let him do anything to my body he wanted, except cover my eyes, since he was one of the most ruggedly handsome men I had ever seen. I’d spend part of each night at the bar staring lustfully at the hairy musclestud, who every time he served me a drink growled at me “I ain’t got no interest in a fucking useless young punk virgin beginner like you. So leave me the fuck alone, candy ass.”
September 11th, 2011
Scally Spunk Slut by londonkarl
By slut I mean I was an easy lay if you were good looking and I had no qualms about dropping my pants for complete strangers and letting them give me a good seeing to. Often frequenting public toilets and cruising ground I’d had more than my fair share of sex despite my tender years. I was well known at 6th form college and the skateboard park as the guy to go to if you needed some sexual relief. My reputation as a great cock sucker stood me in particular good stead so much so that I’d even orally serviced a fair few straight guys.
September 9th, 2011
Skinhead Construction by Gunter Ragen
He was about 5′-10 with a thick reddish brown goatee and low side chops on his pockmarked face. H looked like a mix of an ex-con biker and a skinhead. He was wearing a pair of faded 501’s, worn leather work boots and a blue grey T-shirt with some logo that had long faded to peeling shades. As I made a quick once over of his thick muscled arms I noticed the wet sweat soaked armpits of his shirt. Over the smell of the pot smoke hanging in the air I could smell his body odor fill the room.
