SkinMarvin Gay Stories

I wouldn't have done it. Normally, under normal circumstances the thought would have never entered my head. I'm straight. Really straight. Go with women all the time; I'm no poof.

I'd been drinking. All day we had been at it; me and the lads. Down the pub, watching the match, we'd won, celebrations, you know the score; I was well oiled.

I could hardly walk when I left that pub. Staggering all over the place, I was; I was proper bladdered.

So, I was on my way home, right, same way I always walk home. I always go down Cambridge Street when I stagger home from the pub, ‘cause it's at the back of town and you don't get the law up and down it looking for people like me who have maybe had just a little too much to drink.

On the middle of Cambridge Street, sort of hidden in shadows, there's these little brick-built public toilets. And they're notorious. I'd never been in them a'course, but I knew all about them. Everyone knew to stay away from the Cambridge Street toilets. Full of queers you see.

But I needed a piss. I needed a piss pretty bad. Always the same; always comes on shortly after leaving the pub; just sod's law I suppose. And I thought, I need a piss, and here is a toilet, so why shouldn't I go in there and have a piss. I'm not scared of a few queers. I'm no eight stone weakling. I'm a big bloke: thirty-one years old, 6'3, well built, muscular, fit. I'm not scared of no one. Anyone try messing with me and I'll kick their teeth in. So, I had a quick look round, made sure nobody was watching, don't wanna get a name for myself, do I, and I walked in.

Pitch black it was, and fucking stank as well. Stank like there'd been pigs living in there. Couldn't see a thing hardly, but it didn't matter, I was only there to use the pisser, wasn't I. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness a little bit I could see the old porcelain trough in front of me, and the usual arrangement of cubicles to the right. There was no one else in the place, which was a right fucking relief I can tell you.

I walked forward, up to the trough, trying not to breath up the stench and I opened my fly. Button fly, so took a bit longer than usual to get it open. Anyway, eventually managed to get it open and fish my knob out.

You know what it's like, when you're pissed, and you've got you're knob out, you just can't help but give him a little fondle, can you. Feels good, and the stink of that rancid old piss still laying in that trough, with fag ends and fuck knows what else in it, was, and I hate to admit this, but well, it was making me feel a bit high.

There I am, knowing I need to piss bad, but not being able to resist pulling the old boy about a little bit, sticking my finger in through my foreskin and rubbing the mucus round my bell-end. And that feels good, and no one can say it doesn't. And I'm stretching my foreskin up, making it nice and loose, ‘cause I like to piss with my skin pulled back, you see; let the big purple mushroom feel the chill. And then I thought, come on daft lad before someone comes in; don't wanna be in here with my knob out looking like I'm waiting for some old skank to get the wrong idea, do I.

Time to get to it then. I pulled back the skin, letting my bell end feel the night air and I had no trouble at all; it started straight away. It was gushing out. It smelt like stale beer, and I was getting a bit high again. I'd never known so much pleasure just from taking a leak, but I was enjoying this. The feel of that hot piss pulsing through my cock, the smell, even the sound of my gusher thumping down hard on what was already in the trough, was making me feel great. I was a bit upset when it finally petered out to a limp trickle. Oh well, all good things have to come to end. Gave him a little shake. OK, gave him quite a vigorous shake actually, getting droplets of piss all over my hand. I didn't care. Thing is, all this enjoyment from the simple act of having a piss, had left me with a bit of a semi. And I was drunk. And I'd been in there a while already, and I had stopped worrying about anyone else coming in, so, I brought my skin over my head, and pulled it back down again. Slowly. Made me tingle all inside. I should have stopped there, I know that now, but I thought, what the fuck, just another couple of goes. So I did it again. And then again. And before I knew it I was stood there in this broken down old bogs, cock hard and veiny, eyes on the scummy piss in the trough below, having a really nice, slow, wank.

Yeah, and it was good. So good that I had even closed my eyes. I was throbbing and I was really making the most of my cock. Eight inches long and pretty thick; I'm no baby. I'm proper going for it now, and I'm arching back ‘cause I can feel this is going to be a right blaster when it comes. My balls were pulling themselves into my groin, my stomach was tightening, my whole body was getting tense, getting ready for the explosion that was about to erupt from my cock. Yeah, I was just about there, ready to let go of my spooge. I opened my eyes ‘cause I wanted to see it splat on the grimy porcelain, and fuck me, but there was a shadow over me.

Still fisting like mad, not being able to help myself, too close to think about stopping, knowing I'm about to loose control, I turned round.

Fuck me, there was something big and solid there in front of me. I looked up and saw the face of this monster glowering down at me, and...

and...

fuck!...

I just couldn't hold it any longer. Nearly collapsing from exhaustion I looked down just in time to see the last of my thick white cum throwing itself onto his jeans, and the last few ropes dropping and splattering down on his boots.

I looked up again, just wanting to die, and I swear he was growling at me. I wanted to speak, to say I was sorry. Though I'm not sure what the appropriate form of apology is when you've just cum on some stranger, especially when that bloke is easily 6'7, and built like a brick shit-house; a bit like the one we were in, but uglier. And I mean really fucking ugly. This bloke was a proper monster, and I was scared. Me that isn't scared of nobody, was ready to shit myself.

I was shaking a bit, well I had just emptied myself, and I was still pretty pissed, and I was staring into the eyes of Shrek's bigger, uglier and nastier older brother.

I didn't say anything. There wasn't much point, and I'm not sure that I could have spoken anyway, even if I could have thought of something good to say.

Scarper, that was the only thought that came into my mind. Fucking scarper and get right out of there. But he had other plans. His left hand came up and grabbed my on the side of my head. He brought my face right up to his. I was feeling a bit a trapped now, with this madman in my face, and it left my cock just about shrivelled up to a little bit of screwed up, floppy skin. There was an evil glint in his eyes, which by the way, I was trying really hard not to look into, but wasn't have much luck. I could see the tattoos on the side of his neck; all greeny-blue and looking like they'd been done with a needle, like in prison or somewhere; which they probably had. His head was big and bald; the top of it shining in the bit of light that was coming in from the streetlamp outside.

When he growled in my ear I nearly lost all use of my bodily functions:

"Lick it up."

Now then, should I argue, or just break down and cry like a girl?

"I said, lick it up, fucker."

Now normally, I wouldn't be so easily manhandled, but I was pissed, scared shitless, and this bastard was some kind ogre, so I wasn't really in the best of states to be putting up much of a fight.

With just that one hand he pushed me down onto my knees, into the wet and slime of those bogs, and before I had a chance to get a proper look at the thick gloopy cum on his jeans, he had brought my face into the denim and was rubbing my mouth into my own cold spunk.

"Lick it off cunt."

That was all he needed to say, or growl, because my tongue was out and I was licking it up for all I was worth. I was more than just a little bit frightened by now; yeah a big bloke like me frightened. I don't care, you would have been shit-scared too if you had seen him. It was disgusting; my own cum; cold, and thick, and slimy, really foul; I don't know how them fucking gay blokes can eat it all the time; it's worse than school dinners ever were.

"Now the boots"

I didn't have time to get down to his boots on my own, because his great hand was on my head pushing me down to them. And I licked. I licked and licked and licked. His boots were dirty to start with, and now covered in my jizz, and all I could smell was the slime on the floor, and my poor tongue was sore from licking cum, my cum, but I carried on licking.

When he had decided I had licked enough, and his boots were a lot cleaner now than when he had walked in I should add, he lifted me back up to his face, and with a large grubby finger stabbed at the tattoo on the right side of his neck. It was a very amateur, very green tattoo of the word ‘skinhead'.

"Lick the tattoo"

That was all he said, and I didn't argue; I just licked. While licking, and worrying about whether I was going to get some kind of ink poisoning or not, I felt something odd around my groin. Something warm. Something nice. Oh dear; something wet. It can't be me, I thought, as surely I would know if I was pissing myself.

Realising that I had realised, the man laughed; showing the gaps in his dentures and giving me the pleasure of his stinky breath. I looked down, and his knob was out, and he was pissing on me. This fucker was pissing on me. And he was laughing. He was laughing his fucking head off.

He pushed me onto my knees again. I didn't even try to resist as I wasn't feeling very well now, and I wasn't at all sure what was happening. But I was on my knees in front of him, and he'd stopped pissing, all but for the few last drops that he was now shaking into my face from the big lump of meat that was in his fist, and he was still laughing, and then the room span a little bit, and this will sound as odd as the place was pitch black, but all of a sudden everything went dark, because I had passed out.

There I was on my knees, getting dripped on by this monster, and I had passed out.

To be continued...

...(maybe)