SkinMarvin Gay Stories

The light blue Werner Express Freightliner Classic XL flew down Interstate 76 at 85 miles per hour. Truck 26102 passed company trucks left and right. The CB radio blared as Owner Operators were shocked by the speed of Werner Truck. Skin Hauler grabbed the mic and roared for everyone to git out of his way. The QualComm buzzed excessive speed warnings, but Skin Hauler had his student erase 'em as fast as they came in. His blue eyes were hard and cold as steel; sweat dripped from his brow despite the AC being on. You can feel the heat rising from his body and his blood turned his skin red. The student's eyes were wide as he watched Skin Hauler break just about every rule in the company book. Skin Hauler didn't care if he lost his job he just had to get to Nashville as fast as possible and the nearest major airport was in Denver.

'Fuck me harder asshole,' yells Skinhead Bill as I pounded his ass in the basement playroom. The boys were out at that local neighborhood biker bar so we had some time to play. I relentlessly pounded him and while slapping his back and ass. Skinhead Bill yells and groans as I probe him with my massive tool. I'm dripping sweat onto his back and it mixes with his like a sinful sweet and sour. The smell turns me on as I inhale it deeply. I fuck him harder and harder. I shoot a load into him, but I still keep pounding his firm tight ass. I keep pumping him and shoot two more loads before falling onto his slippery back. I lay on top of him for a few minutes before pulling him and myself onto the bare mattress in the middle of the room. Damn, he's one sexy hot skinhead. We lay next to each other with his head on top of my arm. I hold him and breathe in the smell of hot heavy skinhead sex. He runs his left hand all over my shaved chest, while holding my other hand. I place my free hand on top of his hand and let him drag it around my chest and stomach. He pets me and we just enjoy each other in silence. We look into each others eyes and drink in the moment.

Skinhead Bill breaks my embrace and sits on the coach that is on the opposite side of the room from the work bench. He motions for me to sit next to him, so I do. He wants to hold me and make out with me. His rough construction worker hands run up and down my body. I grip his firm young ass. His mouth tastes like beer, cigarettes, and sweet juicy cum. We play tongue hockey as the phone rings. The phone rings incessantly, as we make out. I figure it's one of our brother Skins, so I break out of Skinhead Bill's hard muscular arms to go upstairs and answer it.

I'm expecting Tex or one of the twins, but it's a woman's voice on the other end of the line. I listen to her yell and curse for awhile, before slowly hanging up. Skinhead Bill enters the room and asks me what's wrong. I'm soft and white as a sheet. It was Assassin's ex girl friend. She was drunk and pissed off. I sit down on the sofa and Skinhead Bill sits next to me. She yelled that she caught the virus from him. I'm in shock, so slowly I tell Skinhead Bill. He collapses in silence next to me. We just sit there in the nude and let it sink in. We could have AIDS. It's a death sentence.

Tex and Assassin are the first in the house as the rest of the pack struts in behind 'em. They ask why were naked in the living room. The rest of the pack is suspicious as well. I mumble something about how we just finished tag teaming a random hot slut and we go to our rooms to get dressed quickly. The pack is unsure whether it is gay or kinky; but accepts it as a good enough reason.

I can hear Corn Fed singing along with the stereo from my upstairs bedroom that I now share with Skinhead Bill. Tex and Battle share a room now and I feel like we've grown apart in the last few months. Skinhead Bill puts on a fresh pair of bleachers, no underwear and a Business shirt. I put on a clean white beater, a dirt jock, and a pair of grey gym shorts. Skinhead Bill looks sick, so he lies down on his bed and stares at the ceiling. I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at my feet. I don't hear Assassin and Tex enter.

I notice his boots first as he sits down on the bed next to me. He puts his arm around me, while Tex closes the door and leans against it. I try to hold myself together, but I feel sick. Assassin asks me what's going on; I try to answer him, but can't seem to put together complete words. Skinhead Bill jumps up and grabs Assassin's head. He holds each side of his head with his hands and looks him in his green eyes. Slowly he tells him what I told him. Assassin pales at the news and I watch as he grows old before my eyes. Tex buckles and slumps against the door. Assassin quickly regains his demeanor and says that we don't know for sure if we all got it or not. He tells us to just get some sleep and we'll get tested tomorrow.

I turn toss and turn most of the night as the rest of the pack parties downstairs. The noise normally doesn't bother me. I keep thinking about my life and I think about the past. I smile a little at the good memories and sadden by the bitter ones. I try just to think about the good memories, but most of the evening I just think about what I haven't done and what I have done. I decide that if I got the virus then I'm gonna drive again since the money was good and I liked driving an 18 wheeler. And so I can afford to do the things that I've been meaning to do. I want to visit Europe and Australia. Travel to Asia and South America. I want drink and fuck my way around the world, well maybe not fuck unless they also have the virus. I'm just gonna live each day like it's the last.

I hear Skinhead Bill sobbing in his bed. I get up and climb in next to him. We're both naked again and I hold him against my warm flesh. He turns around to face me and we kiss. He leans his head against my chest and continues to sob. He tells me that he feels better in my arms. He tells me that he's scared and doesn't know what he'll do. I just tell him that we'll just have to take one step at a time. He tells me that he's too young to die and cries. I'm near my breaking point. He asks me if I'm scared and I tell him that I' am. His tears land on my chest and I lose it. We hold each other and cry ourselves to sleep.

Skin Hauler flew into Denver Terminal, normally drivers had to wait in line, but by the time he arrived there the Werner Express Drivers knew he was coming and pulled onto the shoulder to let him go to the front of the safety lane line. Blue Knight happen to be in Denver, so as soon as Truck 26102 arrived he told Skin Hauler to grab his bags and go he will park the rig and take over training for his student. Skin Hauler jumped out of the Rig after pulling the brake handles. He thanked Blue Knight and quickly got into the van. He got on the shuttle van's radio and thanked everyone who pulled over and helped out. He said a pray out loud with the shuttle driver. A single tear dripped down his sun tanned cheek as the van raced to the new international airport on the east side of town.

It took several weeks for the results to finally arrive at the old Victorian house on the east side of Los Angeles. Assassin, Tex, Skinhead Bill, and me managed to keep from telling the rest of the pack the real reason about us possibly having the virus. We also managed to keep from fucking anyone else or each other. Assassin seems to be unfazed by the whole thing and keeps his cool. Tex is worried about his fellow Skin brothers he had everyone else including himself tested just incase. There results came back a few days earlier, so Tex, Corn Fed, Ferret, Tag, Battle, and Runner are all clean. No more blood oaths instead we swear on our real names.

I hold the envelope from the clinic and stare at it. We're around the kitchen table and winter sunlight streams in through the dirty windows. We're scared to open 'em, but at the same time want to find out if we have a death sentence or life. At the count of three we tear open the envelopes and read the results.

I'm HIV negative. I say a small pray of thanks in my mind and resume breathing as I reread the letter for a second and third time. I put down my results and look at Assassin for the first time. As he reads the results again and again I see anger grow across his face. Shit. I look at Skinhead Bill and he looks like a kid. His eyes are wide open and filled with fear. As he reads the results for the tenth time he puts the piece of paper down and cries Assassin gits up and picks up Skinhead Bill. He holds him in a tight embrace. Not a word is spoken as Tex puts his head down on the table and tries to hold it in. I look down at my boots and feel guilty.

Skin Hauler runs through the airport concourse after the United Airlines Boeing 737-300 lands in Nashville. The change of planes in Chicago pissed him off, but at least he arrived as fast as possible. He runs to the curb with his bags and jumps into a taxi that just let off its passengers. Screw the taxi stand. He throws a twenty to the cabbie and tells him to take off. The cabbie turns on the meter and speeds off before another hack reports that he didn't wait his turn at the cab stand. Skin Hauler tells him to head to the hospital as fast as possible.

When he arrives at the hospital he runs to the nurses' station and gets directions to Punk's room. Tyler McGraw runs down corridors and up stairs. His arms and legs pump furiously as Tyler breathes faster and faster. He gets to Punk's door, opens it and quickly enters. Punk is fast asleep. Tyler sets his bags down quietly and slowly walks over to Punk. He sees all the bandages and casts on his left leg and arm. Tyler holds Punks right hand and gently caresses his face. Tyler whispers that he loves Punk and tells him that he's here for him. Tyler leans over and kisses Punk.

After several more tests its official Assassin and Skinhead Bill are HIV positive. Some how I didn't git it, but I keep gittin' tested in case it turns up. Assassin decides that its time for us to start a new house. We've gained five more Skins into our current house and things are starting to git tight. Hell the playroom temporarily houses the fresh cuts. So, six months later Skinhead Bill, Runner, Assassin, 'n me move out to Pomona California. I git a job drivin' a yard goat and Runner gits a warehouse job. Actually, the four of us and Tex know the Assassin doesn't want to appear weak in front of the pack, so we moved to a different city, so that no one sees what's happening to him.

Assassin lost 40 pounds, he's still big, but his muscles are slowly disappearing. His count is still high enough on most days that we don't think he has AIDS yet, but it's oblivious that he's not doing too good. Skinhead Bill is still healthy, but he is suffering from depression. He spends most of the days and nights taking care of Assassin. They bare back each other, but they don't let us watch or join in. Assassin talks to Tex every other day and they miss each other, but Assassin won't let anyone from the main house visit. We all know he's dying and I want to hug him or hold him, but he won't let me. He refuses to take any medicine, and maintains his tough guy image.

One night I hear him and Skinhead Bill talk with each other. He's given up. I cry when I hear that. He says that he figures he has maybe five months left to live. Skinhead Bill is crying. I break open the locked door. Fuck his damn rules. I embrace both of them and Assassin bites his lips. Then he yells at me for eavesdropping. I tell him that I don't care. Fuck he's a fighter I hold and kiss him but he tries to push me away. I call him a selfish bastard for just giving up. He says that he's not giving up its just that he knows that it's over. I slam my fist into the wall and tell him I love him. I tell him to fuck me right then and there. I want the virus. I want to die with him. He punches me hard, but it shocks more than hurts. He tells me to quit being a pussy. The best thing that I can do for him is to live. He tells us that he's had a great fucking life and to remember that he lived every damn day to the fullest. He's not giving up it's just that he knows that his time is short. He'd rather have everyone else, except his closest brothers to remember him when he was at his best rather than now and when things get worse.

Runner is standing at the doorway and enters the room. He hugs Assassin and Skinhead Bill and pulls me away from Assassin. He holds me as Assassin talks about his younger wilder days. He points to his various tattoos and tells us why he got them. Each one has an interesting tale behind it, and Assassin speaks loudly and proudly. It's a bitter sweet moment as we laugh and talk the night away.

I'm swimming in the dark. Images pass before my eyes. I can't focus on them for long. I hear Tyler's voice as he tells me more of his past. But, it comes in fragments. I feel his hand in my hand as he leans over and kisses me. I open my eyes for a moment and see Tyler McGraw in the flesh. His eyes are red and puffy and I can see that he's been crying. I want to kiss him, but I can't move. He smiles at me as I fall back into sweet sleep and I hear his voice calling to me. But I can't move.

Fall has arrived in Pomona, CA. We want to rush Assassin to the hospital, but he still won't let us. He has us gather around his bed. He's a skeleton now, but he still maintains his power. He whispers that it's pointless to check him in. He wants to die surrounded by his brothers and in some cold ICU. Tex is here visiting despite Assassin wanting him to watch over the pack. We pull chairs around the bed and hold each others hands. I hold Assassin's left hand and Skinhead Bill holds his right. He tells us not to fucking crying, so we hold back the tears.

Assassin falls asleep, and we watch as his chest rises and falls. Skinhead Bill talks about the time that he met Assassin. Runner tells his favorite Assassin story as well. Tex goes next and talks about how him and Assassin first teamed up to fight off a group of Neo-Nazis. I'm about to start my tale, when the door opens. Battle, Corn Fed, Ferret and Tag enter. Assassin wakes up and he's about to tell 'em not to look at him but stops and smiles. He whispers that he's glad to 'em. I release his hand so he can shake their hands.

I tell my story and then Corn Fed tells his. I hold Assassin's hand. Assassin falls asleep again as Battle talks about how he met Assassin. The twins talk about the show where they met Assassin and how much they missed him. Skinhead Bill starts to tell another story when Assassin's chest stopped moving. I release his hand and I'm about to do CPR when Skinhead Bill shakes his no. I look at him and plead with my eyes. Tex places his hand on my shoulder and tells that I've got to let him go. This is how he wanted to go; surrounded by his family. We place his hands on his chest and just sit in silence. Our brother has gone to Valhalla.

I can feel his body against me. Tyler tells me to fight. His arm is wrapped around my head and draped over my shoulder. He starts to rub my sore chest while telling me to fight to live. Tyler tells me that he doesn't want to live without me. He kisses me again. I wake up and look into his sad blue eyes. I start to tongue him as I feel pain all over my battered body. Tyler releases my tongue and smiles. Fuck I love his smile. He holds me as I doze off again.

Skinhead Bill, Runner, and me decide to hit the road. We leave my pick up at the house in East LA along with some of our stuff from the short lived Pomona house. We're going to hit the road, only Runner is going as a rider and Skinhead Bill is going along as my first student. We don't tell Werner Express that Skinhead Bill is HIV positive, since we figure that he wouldn't get hired if they knew and the physical at the time didn't include a blood or drug test (that would change in a few years). Skinhead Bill learns how to handle a Rig and we end up teaming for two years.

When Runner is old enough to drive he decides to team with Skinhead Bill. They became a couple and team drive with each other. On some days, when Skinhead Bill is feeling weak from the medication, Runner ends up driving a double shift. He doesn't mind since he's happy just to be with Skinhead Bill. I run with 'em when I can, and every now and then we have a safe sex three some. I start to train drivers and every two months we git together with the Nor East Skins. They know that we're gay skins and they welcome us like brothers. Tex has ridden with me a few times and he sends me a few skins to train as drivers once in awhile. We visit Assassin's grave and pour him a 40.

My wounds and broken bones are healing slowly. Tyler visits me everyday and stays over most nights. He sits next to me on the bed and holds me. I'm able to stay awake for longer periods of time and we talk. He kisses me after I agree to team with him. My parents walk in on us as we kiss.

There is lots of yelling and cussing from my dad and Skin Hauler. My mom and I are crying. My dad throws out an ultimatum. I come back home with them and forget what this piece of shit turned me into. He says that gays are evil and going to hell. He says that if I go with him then I can never come home. I'm crying as Tyler tells me that he loves me and tells me that he wants to grow old with me. He proposes to me. My dad yells that gays can't get married and tells me to make a choice go with the devil and be dead to him or come home to my real family.

2006
Skin Hauler shifts the 2002 green Freightliner Classic XL with a Detroit Diesel Engine into 15th gear. The Freightliner purrs as she speeds up to 80 mph. I lean over and kiss him. He rubs my shaved head and calls me Skin Punk. I get down on the floor of our jointly owned rig. By law we're business partners, but to everyone who knows us we're happily married. I pull down his bleached cowboy cut jeans and lick his nuts. I move up to his 9 inch uncut cock and suck him off as we speed across Texas. Skin Hauler rubs my shaved head with one hand and pilots the rig with the other. He says, 'Fuck dawg, I love you.' I stop sucking him and kiss him while jerking his massive tool. 'God, I fucking love you. I continue to suck his cock as our rig flies down I-40 and the sun sets on the flat Texas panhandle.