SkinMarvin Gay Stories

My eyes strained to see who it was that had walked in. And with all the battering I had been taking torturing my senses, I really had to strain hard to see, even though by now I had got used to the darkness.

The figure moved casually towards the trough, glancing now and then at me and the ogre. He looked young. He was slim and thuggishly juvenile looking. He was wearing a dark coloured tracksuit and topped off with a peaked cap. He pulled down the front of his tracky bottoms, making sure that me and the big man were watching, and then he took out his soft cock. He kept looking over at us, while he flopped his cock backwards and forwards, each second it seemed to get just a little bit more solid, and we couldn't help but keep our eyes on him.

There was a point, while slapping his partially limp dick into the palm of his hand that he turned his face to stare at my attacker with the sort of shit eating grin that could only mean one thing.

"Come over here boy" the big man said.

And the young man came over. And he was young; about nineteen probably. All skinny and gangly but with a rough edge about his face.

The big ugly skinhead put his hand out, grabbed the boy by the back of the head and pulled him towards him, and before the boy could say yes or no, the giant had thrust his long tongue down the boys throat.

I was jealous; I was well fucking jealous. I longed to have the big man kiss me like that. But just watching it got my cock all hard and sticky again.

Eventually the boy was allowed to breath again, and now the skinhead put his mouth to the boy's ear and whispered something. The boy giggled.

"Go on."

The boy giggled again.

"Go on, he loves it."

Oh no, they were talking about me. What was going to be done to me now?

"OK." the boy said, and I watched as his dirty white trainers stepped towards me. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him, and then without any warning, he kicked me. Kicked me in the fucking arse.

I made a noise which made my displeasure obvious.

"Do it again."

So he did. He kicked me again; this time in my chest. And then again, and then again.

If the skinhead hadn't have been there, I would have jumped up and lamped the little bastard. But I knew better. I knew better than to do anything that might annoy the giant.

"Put your trainer on his face"

The boy giggled again, but did as he was told and ground the dirty sole of his trainer into my face.

"He loves that. He doesn't like to show it, but he fucking loves it."

And the mad thing is, there was a part of me that did love having this scruffy little cunt humiliating me like this.

"You wanna suck my cock boy?" the big man asked the young scally.

"Yeah, go on then" was the reply.

"It's soft ‘cause I just came, but you see if you can get it to harden up again for me."

"No problem"

And with that the boy bent over and taking the massive cock in his hand brought it to his mouth. The ogre turned to me smiling and winked, while rubbing my crotch roughly with his dirty boot.

The boy stuck his tongue up into the hole at the end of that tube of flabby skin. He was really enjoying himself licking out whatever remnants of jizz there was left up there.

I wanted it to be me. That was my place. I was the one should be doing that; this great big vicious ugly skinhead was mine, and I didn't want to share him.

My hand went down to my crotch as I was desperate to play with myself, but the big man saw me and shook his head at me, while pressing down hard on my dick with his boot.

OK, well, he was the boss; we had already established that.

The boy took the whole limp cock into his young mouth and really started to work on it. I couldn't believe it; I was getting a lesson in cock sucking from a teenager. But he was good, I could tell that much just from the smile on the skinhead's face.

The skinhead pulled off the boy's cap and threw it into the trough. Just as the boy looked like he was about to complain the bloke grabbed the boy's dirty blond hair and humped his mouth for a little while. Then he pulled his cock out, which was rock hard by now and dripping in the mucus that had been sitting in the back of the boy's throat.

"That's enough," he said, and then turning to me with a scowl he ordered: "Stand up."

So I did. I was shaky and not too steady on my feet, but the big man grabbed hold of me so I wouldn't fall. The piss and fuck knows what else from the trough dripped from the arse of my soaking jeans, and I just stood there with my cock out hanging in front of the skinhead and the boy.

"Bend over shithead." he said to me, but I didn't, so he said to the boy:

"Punch him in the guts."

And he did. The little fucker punched me hard in the stomach, making me double over. The skinhead pressed his hand on my back, holding me in the position I was in, and with the other spade-like hand he yanked down my jeans and my soggy underwear. I didn't protest. I had a good idea what was going to happen now, and although it scared the shit out of me, I wanted to do anything that would please him.

The boy grabbed my head and pulled it down onto his rock hard cock which was already leaking precum by the bucket load. I closed my eyes, and enclosed his dick with my mouth. He started humping straight away like an over-excited terrier.

I couldn't see what the dirty great skinhead was doing, but I felt it. I felt a swat on my arse that nearly knocked me into next week. I would have screamed if I hadn't have had the boy's throbbing dick humping my throat.

Then another smack on my arse, which nearly caused me to bite off the boy's dick, and did cause the boy to pull me off his dick and pull my face up for him to gob on.

"Mind the teeth shithead."

And I went back to sucking his cock, while the big man chuckled.

And then there was more gob, this time being pelted at my arse crack. It rained down on me, accompanied by the sort of noise that tells you that the gobber is wrenching up phlegm from as far down his throat as he can manage.

I don't know what he was doing next, because I was busy getting face fucked, but I could imagine him pulling back that foreskin like it was a length of loose inner-tube until that great purple mushroom head would be glowing and sweating in the darkness.

And then I felt it, the great purple head that is. A couple of slaps on my arse cheeks first, just to let me know how heavy it was. And then a couple of pushes at my hole, while he prised my cheeks apart with his huge hands, to let me know how big it was and how much it was going to hurt. And then, with one hand gripped in the back of my hair, and the other on his cock he started to push at my hole.

There was no way it was ever going to go in. It just wasn't possible. I was a virgin in this department, and the width of his cock felt like it was easily a hundred times wider than my arsehole.

You can't get a camel through the eye of a needle, and you can't get something the size of this fucker into a hole the size of mine. Not without doing some damage anyway. Not without tearing a brand new shithole altogether.

I was sweating profusely now. Fear does that; the fear of impending physical pain and knowing that your body is about to be permanently damaged. Christ, this bastard would probably end up with me being paralysed.

But for all that fear, I wanted it. I wanted to feel him inside of me torturing my guts, just once. And it probably would only be once, because I might not survive this assault on my bowels.

He stopped pushing, and I thought thank fuck, he must have changed his mind, and then he rammed a podgy finger right up my arse. I would have screamed but with the other hand he clamped my mouth. The boy just laughed. After ramming it in and out of my arse a couple of times he pulled it out, and stuck it in mouth.

"Suck on this, and remember where it's been"

I reluctantly licked the finger, but once his cock-head started pressing against my hole again I sucked properly.

Each push bruised my hole just a little bit more, and then with one almighty barbaric thrust he sent his the flared head right into me. I thought I heard the sound of my flesh ripping as the fireball of pain raced up into me consuming my whole body. I shook with no control over my muscles. My eyes span around and around in their sockets, and my head went light, but I just concentrated on sucking that dirty finger in my mouth, while he bombarded me with thrust after thrust.

After a second or two he pulled his finger out of my mouth and told the scruff boy to ram my throat with his cock.

I didn't get a say in any of this; the boy just grabbed hold of my hair and pushed his cock deep into my throat.

With a hand on the front of my hair banging my head down, and a hand from the back of my hair pulling back on it, I was being assaulted from both ends, in both orifices, and fuck me, I was loving it. It didn't matter how rough they were, and believe me, they were both pretty fucking rough. The bastard up my arse was going at me like he was an animal, and the boy in my mouth was determined to make me puke with his dick down my throat.

The pain was immense, but the pleasure was a hundred times more. I had stopped worrying about how injured I would be after this. It would have been worth it. I wasn't even worrying about getting home, or getting caught, or even that they might kill me after they had finished with me.

This was the best experience of my life!

The big man's cock never seemed to accustom itself to the dimensions of my hole, while it battered me until numb, it felt huge all the way up to it's end where it rammed at my prostate. My cock, bounced forward, aching, my balls tight and purple.

There before me the boy was grinning, then growling, then twisting his funny face in allsorts of strange contortions; something was happening to him, something was going on within his body that even he couldn't control any longer.

And behind me, humping at my sore and swollen anus the animal was grunting loud; grunting and snorting like he was a bull in breeding season. And I suppose he was, and I was his heifer getting her just deserts.

"Give it to him mate, fuckin' give it to him!" came a cry of enthusiastic encouragement from the lad in trackies.

This made the ogre's thunderous exertions louder and harder until in the mirror of the boy's eyes I could just about make out the big man's eyes rolling and expanding and bulging right out of their sockets.

This is it I thought; now is breeding time. And sure enough, the boy was reaching his peak and shouting:

"Come on you bastard, come on you fucking bastard, take it, take my fucking jizz!!!"

And with that something hot like molten lead threw itself to the back of my throat, sending me into a recoil, which was counteracted by a succession of really brutal bangs into my body and the thick hot seed of the monster catapulting into my shit pipe so hard that the two loads of cum had, probably somewhere in the middle, culminated in my stomach already, churning, becoming one; making me their very own cum-dump.

"Take it you pathetic little cunt, feel me inside of you!" and with that he gave several more violent thrusts, sadistically carried out, to make sure that he was getting everything inside of me, and then without a word, and without any sense of gentleness he pulled out, leaving the fire burning around the insides of my hole.

I collapsed to the floor again, now without the two poles of flesh pinning me to the spot, keeping me on my feet, suddenly cold and very aware of my dampness, but with a strange tingling heat flooding throughout my shivering body.

I looked up at them, the both of them looking down at me there on the wet floor.

The boy was smirking with a lightly malicious edge, but the big man, the giant, the ogre, the monster, he was grinning from ear to ear, and then he pelted me with one more load of gob.

"See you round, shithead." and then he turned to the boy:

"Come on, get your cap; you're coming with me."

The boy, mesmerised as I had been, gorped at the skinhead, and then turned and picked up his sodden cap from the trough.

"Put it on."

And without argument he did.

The both of them turned their backs and disappeared out into the night, leaving me there to pick myself up and get myself together.

With an odd sort of feeling of accomplishment and hope and enjoyed humiliation I hobbled out of the brick block of toilets and in a half dreamlike state made my way home.

That was last week. A whole week ago, and I've thought of nothing else since.

I've been to the pub again tonight, and I've had a few pints to steady my nerves, a bit of Dutch courage. I'm just turning into Cambridge Street now.

I wonder if I need to go to the loo.

Yeah, I think I do

The End...