SkinMarvin Gay Stories

I picked him up by the side of the A12 somewhere south of Ipswich.

It was 1982 and I was returning back to London after a frustrating afternoon trying to sort out the import of my 750KZ that had just emerged from a container at Felixstowe. I'd bought the bike in the Middle East when working out there and when I left, I wanted the bike as well back home with me.

It was a cold day in November and my hire car was heading south when I got tired of the driving and pulled over into a layby where there was a tea bar and some trucks.

Getting out of the car I stretched and walked over to the shabby shack that housed Flo's Snax. A hot mug of strong sweet tea and I felt revived, ready for anything the road had to throw at me. I walked back to the car and began to drive out of the layby. At the exit was a kid with a punk hairdo a really cool one, great hair bright orange and yellow coxcomb. He was tall and young and kinda cute in a rough sort of way...

He was dressed in Dr Martens and camos and I guessed [wrongly] that he was a student hitching from the University in Ipswich or Norwich.

He stuck his thumb out and I thought 'Why not?'

I could do with some company, there was crap on the radio and the afternoon was already darkening with the prospect of rain. I felt a bit sorry for the kid as well, memories of my own hitchhiking days stuck at road junctions and laybys for hour on hour getting cold.

Opened the door.

"You going to London, mate?"

"Yeah, sure, going over to Fulham that OK for you?"

"Great!"

I wanna get into Central London tonight" he grinned and eased himself into the car... The 9 inch spikes of his hair sticking into the roof of the car.

He was lithe and moved with some grace. I wondered if he were a dancer or something. We got under way as he stowed his ruck sack in the back seat and took off the camo top to reveal a very old studded and decorated leather jacket he grinned at me as I looked him over. Nice lad, asked if he could smoke and I said "Sure" lighting up myself.

We got talking. His name was Dennis and he was no student, just a kid from Suffolk trying to get away from a stultifyingly dull life in a small market town. "Thought I'd go down to London and see if I could get a job and a place to doss saved up some money working at the farm packers, got enough to live on for a bit..." The punk look was pretty awesome, a few earrings as well as the nose stud. Despite his 'shocking' appearance he was a nice guy and as we chatted our way down the highway I began to warm to him. My look? Jeans, construction boots I had bought in the States the previous year and a bright blue puffer anorak.

By comparison looked pretty normal I guess though enough signs there for another gay man to get my number pretty fast.

Dennis was all alone in the world no family, been brought up in institutions and foster homes, some good, some not so nice. But he was cheerful and bright and fun and a rebel and stuff. Yet gentle, kinda sweet despite the fierce appearance. I wondered if he were gay no real vibes one way or the other he was actually quite young, 19 I found out later but he was no naive kid and he was quite worldly wise.

He asked me what I was doing on the road and I explained about the bike an interest we had in common so we talked bikes through the tedious trek into the east London suburbs. I was already very turned on by Dennis quite hard in my jeans, catching sly glances at him sideways in the car. I wanted him badly. "Where you staying tonight?" I asked.

"Dunno, thought I'd try to find somewhere cheap to stay for the night. I was gonna go to Piccadilly and hang out with the guys there, see if I can find a crash pad or something."

I looked out of the car window at the darkening skies it was going to be a cold wet night tonight, I correctly guessed.

"Well, I got the keys to a flat I am buying in Fulham just to measure up and stuff there's no furniture but the heating's on and there's hot water and stuff. I was going to doss down there. I got a couple of sleeping bags in the boot, some pillows and a camping mattress. I was going to stay there tonight. You are welcome to crash, if you like."

"Thanks man, you sure its OK?"

"Yeah, it's not a problem not gonna be luxury but we'll manage OK I reckon."

We got to the flat around 7. I was pretty tired after the haul through the London rush hour. Parked the car and emptied the sleeping stuff from the boot along with my case. Dennis helped take it up the stairs and we entered the flat. It was bare but had recently been decorated and was clean and warm. Just as well as it was getting really cold out. "We may as well camp out in the lounge" I said. We went in and I took off my jacket.

As we put the mattress down we touched each other, quite by accident, but it was as if a shock had passed between us. I stood still looking at him, kind of amazed by his beauty. He looked at me as well, kind of expectantly. He was close and didn't move away. He was waiting for me to make a move. I couldn't help it.

"Dennis, can I..."

"Yeah sure..."

I touched his arm and he touched mine and then he put his hand round the back of my head and drew me to him we kissed, we were hugging and groping each other, totally lost in the exploration of the sensations of ourselves. "Oh Christ Dennis I want you so badly" His studded leather jacket pushed hard against my sweatshirt.

Dennis was very very horny like he was a starving man and had not had food for weeks he got his boots off and then he stripped off quickly, his erect dick getting caught in his boxers. I pulled my jeans off and had my t-shirt over my neck when I felt him grab me "hey, whoa tiger.

let me get my clothes off first, he grabbed at the T and pulled it off me and grabbed at my undies pulling them down. The room was warm but not overly so, and the main light was pretty bright so I switched it off. We got under the sleeping bags on the airbed and excitedly rolled around together doing the stuff that guys do. One thing I remember was thinking that this guy was maybe pretty inexperienced and it was up to me to kinda show him the way. I became increasingly unsure if that were true. He was a pretty active kind of kid no passive wallflower. In the yellow light of the streetlamp outside I saw Dennis kneeling over me with his arms over my shoulders and his beautiful strip of lacquered hair, stark and erect and that wasn't the only thing erect too, he was a stiff as a log a good sized uncut dick and generous balls poking through a flock of light coloured pubic hair.

"Hey man, can I fuck you?"

I had a condom in my bag and he slipped it on and he spat on the rubber and kneeling between my legs, lifted them and held his dick hard into me. He thrust in little jerks into me and when he was fully in I told him just to take it easy for a bit. Truth was, I was no fuckee either but for Dennis you would do anything. He had a way of smiling as he talked that made him impossible to refuse.

After a little while of gentle thrusting he asked if I was OK and when I said yep, he let me have it five minutes of hard continuous fucking, no quarter given. Teenage lust, hard dick teen boy desperate sweat on his face, his eyes shut, his face strained as he grit his teeth. Then a long yell and a moan as he went crazy screwing me and spunking into the condom. I had no hassle cumming either, just a few strokes with my hand and I was there, his dick still in me.

We had a cigarette or two and shared a bottle of warm beer I had in my bag it was pretty awful but it was all there was to hand. I spat it out as a joke. He laughed and we talked.

"Can I ask you to do something, Dennis?"

"Sure!"

"Can you get into your full punk gear for me?" And he did In his rucksack he had some really scruffy leather jeans as well, a great fishnet and pvc t-shirt and his jacket on top He put his DM's on again. He went into the bathroom and tidied up his hair as well.

"Man, you're fucking beautiful" I said, and he was. He was everything a 19 year old should e, bright, happy, anarchic, colourful, wonderful and just plain fun he wanted to enjoy life, hell! he wanted to do everything. The gear was very in-your-face, but it was exactly the effect he wanted. and I thought it was sexy as hell.

It was around 10 and I realised I had not eaten and was very hungry all of a sudden. Dennis was hungry too so we drove down to the fish and chip shop next to the Colherne, a gay pub, and sat in the car eating outside. When we finished we went into the pub for a drink and the place was pretty busy as it always seemed to be in those days just before closing time a complete mix of leatherguys, queens, business guys and rough kids looking for a fuck. Dennis turned a few eyes but he was with me and I felt somehow proud of being with this young punk god in leather.

I never saw him again. The next morning he left when I did and I took him to the tube station. He had my address but, hell, I was 10 years older than he, to him I was probably ancient! 25 years on I wonder whatever became of this bright sexy kid and what kind of life he has had. A happy one I hope, and not one where his spirit was trampled down in the mud for daring to be himself.