SkinMarvin Gay Stories

I was in a club a few weeks ago in Manchester near where I live and they had a really banging night on with some top hardhouse DJ's playing. Because it's within walking distance from where i live, it's an easy place to get to and on a good night, you can have a really good time there. In fact, it's The Music Box on Oxford Road and I did my first pill in there in 1995! As I say, if you have a good night on and it's busy, it can be really good and because it's a straight club, you always get a decent scattering of really nice eye candy from Salford, Moss Side, Colyhurst and the likes and the door team keep it really friendly.

There is an obvious drugs policy but you can still get really off your face as many of them do and I got to say, I've bin part of it over the years too! This particular night, I got some mates together and got tickets and stuff to hear some of our favourite DJ's and people were coming from all over to go there so I knew it was gonna be big. I got together some nice stuff to wear, I shaved my hair down special that night, cleaned up my black Rockies, got a nice white T-shirt and some black Rockport jeans - I like em cos they're quite tight across my crotch and having a fat, 9 inch cock, they show it off quite nicely if you get a quick flash from under my shirt! I hate that Kalvin Clein stuff so put on my favourite long white silky footy shorts under my jeans which are quite a turn-on. I sprayed myself liberally with a bit of Burberry and headed off out.

The night was fucking unbelievable and as usual, my mates got absolutely fucked out of their heads and left me dancing about so I decided to see what was about and there was fucking eye-candy everywhere and all dead-friendly too! I got chattin with this group of fit fuckers from Stoke who were hardhouse nutters and out for the night. There were about 7 of them and they'd been to the footy that day and come into Manchester cos it was one of their birthdays that day for a guy who was 23.

He was fucking lovely, dark and smooth with a rock-hard, defined little body, icy-blue eyes, about 5ft8, cropped brownish blonde hair with a black Nike T-shirt on, blue jeans with a tight round little arse that stuck out just enough and an immaculate pair of Brown Rockport boots which he tells me his mates got him that day for his birthday. I thought, "Sweet - FUCKING SWEET, Get yer knob out!", his name was Ryan.

Very quickly, I found myself absorbed in what this lot were doing and had a really fucking good laugh with them til it was getting around 6 in the morning and everyone was feeling pretty rough. My mates at this point had all diappeared off to some obscure queenie chillout in Hulme someplace and I couldn't be arsed so I invited all these lads back to mine til it was time to get the train at about 11 which they appreciated on the promise of vodka and spliff.

I've got decks and records at home and they were all immersed in having a go and generally being lads and pratting about til 10am when they decided it might be a good time to get ready and get a taxi to the station. I'd had my eye on Ryan and he's bin chattin away tellin me he was working as a Chippie and was kind of seeing a bird but she was a bit of a nightmare. All the time he kept rearranging his crotch giving me a sneaky look at what seemed to be a nice fat piece of meat, nicely packaged and presented, I was having trouble keeping my attention with what he was saying most of the time!

The taxi arrived and the buzzer went and Ryan suddenly asked the rest of them if it was alright if he stayed in Manchester as his parents lived in Harpurhey and he hadn't seen them on his birthday and asked if it was ok to chill at mine til a bit later. Obviously, I said ok but after a bit of umming and arring they agreed, thanked me and left, leaving me with the fit little fucker I'd originally had my eye on.

He looked a bit of a mess and knew it and before I could offer - he asked me if it was ok if he had a shower and stuff cos his mam wouldn't appreciate it. We laughed and I said fine, and that I'll put his stuff in the wash and dry it for him so it was clean and that he could borrow some of my trackies while they washed which he appreciated.

He got undressed in the bathroom and got in the shower and I brought him a towel and took his clothes away. He didn't get worried at all that I was in there picking up his clothes, checkered boxers, socks etc and went on chatting while I got a really good look at his fucking smooth horny body covered in water and soap, he wouldn't turn round mind you and and I had to make a quick exit so

I didn't make a twat out of myself! He came back into the lounge and flopped himself on the couch next to me - He'd chosen one of my favourite pairs of trackies, black shiny material that kind of clung to you a bit and felt really sexy. He looked amazing in them, the material nice and tight around his sexy arse creating a really noticeable, characteristic bulge at the front like you see on some of them sexy scallies you see in town.

He must have noticed cos he got a bit coy and picked up the spliff tray and started rolling another one! He was asking me about girls and do I like them and stuff and I had to be honest with him and tell him I was gay and he said he thought he knew that anyway cos of the way I had been with the lads an stuff - cheeky twat! He said he had seen some straight porn in my room and asked me if it was any good, I told him I never watched it but I can put it on if he wanted, knowing it would get him horned up.

I put the DVD in and forwarded it to some scene with some slag getting fucked in the ass underneath and plowed inthe cunt from the top and another guy getting her face fucked - all looked a bit brutal but some nice cock nonetheless... He'd finished rolling his spliff by this time and had lit up, chatting a bit but his eyes not leaving the screen and the spliff tray still across his lap covering his shiny black-clad bulge from view - I was getting properly horned up watching him.

He suddenly took a swig from a can of Stella I'd given him, put the spliff on the tray and picked up the whole tray and passed it to me, uncovering what was growing into a fucking meaty hard-on coming out of his crotch and under the trackies making its way up round his left leg, the black material exposing the defined line round his helmet and the groove on the underside of his cock.

I couldn't take my eyes off it and had to rearrange myself pretending I was getting turned on by the DVD, my thick tool straining out of the top of my jeans making a wet sticky mess of pre-cum on my stomach. He said, "Fuck me, have you seen this bastard hard-on I got here!", and grabbed the shaft and rubbed it up and down in a simulated wank expression. I said, "Yeah you little bastard, you've bin winding me up with it all fucking morning and you know it you sexy little fucker. Are you gonna carry on doing that and let me get really turned on?".

I was sat next to him on the couch and and he was looking staring right at me, his ice-blue eyes melting me like a knife thru butter. He said with a gruffy lad voice, "I'll let you do this if you want!", and grabbed my loose hand and wrapped it around his hard-on which was bigginning to show signs of wetness on the material of the trackies. When I grabbed my hand round it, it was firm but not completely rock and he tensed and said "Aaahhh!". The whole 8 thick inches of it sprung to life and swelled in my hand, "Do you like that mate?" he said, "I don't normally do lads but I bin so fucked off with her that I've not even shot my load for a week but I'm fuckin horny now... I love gettin my cock sucked and I do like the look of yoru fucking package, I bet your knob's huge innit mate?".

I couldn't stop him here, I thought I might faint! He reached out to my t-shirt and pulled it up revealing my bulging purple knobhead out the top of my jeans with sticky pre-cum streaming down my stomach. He Said, "Fuck me mate - that's fucking massive - I knew it!", and grabbed at the shaft really rough and pulled it up and down toward the meaty head which was dying for release. I asked him what he thought about all the gay stuff and what have you and he said he thought it was all about guys acting like girls but he'd met a couple of guys who he couldn't believe were gay at first sight and had quite liked the idea of seeing what it was like to suck and get sucked off by a guy.

I told him it wasn't the same as getting sucked off by a bird cos a guy knows how he likes to be sucked off and will do it the way he likes to another guy... He kind of understood and asked if it tasted and I gave the usual cleanliness bollock and the rest of it. He said, "What about cum though, What does spunk taste like?", I said fuck-off - you tellin me you never tasted your own, he said "Yeah, but I mean another blokes spunk". He was running his fingers thru the pre-cum which was pooling on my stomach and gently rubbing the tip of my knob forcing me to tense out more then suddenly whipped up a bit and put his finger in his mouth and tasted the clear salty liquid he'd collected...

"Tastes alright that mate... Is the door locked?" he said in the gruff laddish voice again. "YEAH - COURSE", at which point he pulled the top button my jeans open, pulled pulled my shorts the rest of the way off my thick shaft, leaned into my lap and licked around my cock-head and up and down my shaft, sucking in any salty precum. I was in fucking heaven, I leaned back and moaned, put my hand on the back of his bristly cropped head and rubbed his back with my other, watching him feverishly licking my tool from top to bottom. He leaned up and said, "I've always wanted to suck a big fucking cock mate and yours is mint, he looked across again at the slut on TV and said, I'd love to get fucked in the face by a big fucking lad like she's getting at the minute, get picked up by some hard fucker and let him take whatever he wanted.

His cock was fucking like a rock in the trackies now and the sticky patch had spread down the shaft... "You really fucking wannit don't you ya fucking horny bastard, Look wot you've been fucking doing to me all morning, you gonna let me take wot I want?", I gently grabbed his neck and chin and the lad nodded a yes so I pulled him by the neck down onto my raging cock, parted his lips and felt the bell slide into his hot warm mouth.

He was willing - he took my hand off his neck and put it on the back of his head and was making me shove his head down onto my cock, as far as I could get it and so it scraped a little on his back teeth. He was grunting with and slurping it as I pushed him down and I got my free hand underneath to feel his hot meat tensing each time I stroked it. I could feel my bells tightening up and a wave of pleasure started to hit me and I had to pull him back and hold him by the neck while it passed, saying, "You little fucker, you think you're gonna get out of it that fucking easy, make me shoot and then that's it... you little cunt, I'll show you something now..."

His back against pressed against the couch by my hand pressed hard on his chest and neck, I used my free hand and pulled the front of his trackies down off his crotch causing his stiff, thick meat to spring up and smack on his hard stomach, and lifted his arse up off the couch and got the trackies right off his arse and down his thighs. He was really surprised how quick I did it and grabbed the hand on his chest but the look on his eyes said he was fucking really enjoying it. I grabbed the end of his pulsing knob head and using the copious amounts of precum that were there as lube, I gently rubbed the head of his pole in circles, wrapping my fingers round it, massaging more precum out of the slit...

His head was thrown back and his face screwed up in pleasure at what I was doing, moaning loudly as I pulled and squeezed at his tool. He looked up and said "Fuckinell mate - that's fuckin nice - you know what you're doing don't you". I said "YEAH an I want a taste of you before i do anything else" and leaned forward, pulled his knob towards me and licked his cock-slit with the end of my toungue and danced it around the pulsating head, then slid the whole thing right down my throat and held it there, feeling salty precum leaving a taste-stain on the back of my throat. He was moaning loud, "Ahh, yeah... Fuck, that's nice" and every couple of seconds, tensing it so his whole cock swelled, stretched my lips and forced my head forward as it straightened up in my throat for a moment.

I started to slide it back and forth in my throat a bit so I could get a breath in and felt the veins and countour of his knob on my lips. I was prectically knelt between his legs, he had a hand on each of my shoulders shuddering with pleasure as I slowly slid his thick cock almost out and all the way back down my throat... I could feel him getting close as his heavy breathing started getting quicker and quicker so I left his knob and pulled those sexy black trackies right down to his ankles and spread his legs apart, licking his heavy balls which must have been fully loaded and ready to go. I pushed his bollocks out of the way and felt my way down his sweet smelling crack with my hand and tongue til I could just touch his tight little hole which tensed up when I ran my finger accross it...

He moaned and then tried to pull my hand away which I grabbed and threw against his chest really hard, "you're fucking sweet you little fucking shit, you taste fucking sweet, I'm gonna fucking have you now, you're fucking mine"... I stood up and he was just sat there transfixed by my cock so I grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him up against the wall and snogged his face really hard. I don't think he appreciated it because he kind of turned away and his legs started to bend so I pushed him down again once more for my drinpping knob. I had hold of his chin while his back was against the wall and fed the complete length right into his hot mouth again and again until his spit was foamy white and running off my cock in strings down onto his chest... He was fucking loving it, I said "this is what that bitch on the film is gettin, now you're havin some of it you cunt", "MMM, MMM, MMM" Was all I got back...

I pulled off before I shot again and he stood up, pulled his trackies back up and relit the spliff. He said, "That was fucking amazing mate - I need to shoot my load so fucking bad and started pulling at his fat plonker while leaned there against my wall, "Oh fucking no you don't you twat!". I grabbed him really rough and snogged him hard again and this time he reciprocated, I had my face pushed right against his and held really tight i turned him round to face the wall and held him there by the back of his neck so I could feel his smooth round arse through the trackies. He knew what was coming and tried to fight it off, I leaned my arm across the back of his neck and threw him back into the wall, his cheek pressed against it and pulled the ass of his those shiny black trackies over his arse revealing two firm, smooth cheeks.

I licked two of my fingers and quickly slipped them between his cheeks and searched around for the tight little hole I found earlier on. Plenty more spit and I began to massage his hole, just gently at first, then prising it open a bit with the tip of one of my fingers. He was enjoying it and started breathing really heavy and moaning while I pushed the tips of my fingers inside him. I Lubed my fingers one more time with as much spit as I could bring up and slid one finger smartly but gently inside him. The burning sensation made him almost stand up straight and slam into the wall with shock, I had to hold him there again and stop him pulling my hand away by standing right behind him, my hungry cock resting against his smooth butt. I whispered, "Relax mate, just enjoy it, push back on it, relax"...i slowly moved my finger back out, wet it again and got two fingers inside him, he moaned loadly, "AAAAHHHH!" as i slid them in and loosened him up, I knew this was gonna be good but I had to take my time... I reached and got some lube out of a packet I had in my jeans and smeared it all over my tool and right inside his tight crack, the cold of it soothing him and making him breath really heavy...

"You're gonna fuck me now aren't you mate?" he said, "Yeah I fuckin am cos you've bin askin fer it you cunt, you're fuckin mine that's what", "YEAH????" he replied... He did fucking want it... I had him trussed against the wall, face forward and pushed in hard by the back of the neck. beautiful tight black trackies pulled down over a fucking great, sexy-smooth and firm arse, sticking out just waiting to be filled... I kicked his feet apart and moved forward, nudging my bouncing knob between his tight cheeks and pushing forward til I felt the hardness of his hole... he moaned and I nudged side to side and pushed the tip just inside, his fit body shuddered as the head slipped just half-way in... "You're fucking mine" I breathed in his ear and pushed forward all the way until most of my cock had disappeared inside his hot hole... He screamed out and I had to hold him there without moving and after a couple of seconds he got used to it...

His ass was so tight I could have blown my load right inside him there and then, he started to feel the pleasure of it as i tensed me knob and the shaft sweelled inside him - he was fucking loving it again and started to push his arse back onto me. i started to pump into himm from behind really slowly at first, i could feel the band around the top of his trackies rubbing against the underside of my knob and it was driving me wild. He was breathing really quick again and actually started to move his head down the wall bending forward so i had to move back... i was in fucking heaven - i reached round and grabbed his knob as I pumped my meat into him, faster and faster... his cock was like fucking iron, Turned me right on, I started to feel that wave come over me again and just fucking let it happen - I'd waited too fucking long for this and pulled my meat out of him and fucking blew load after load of hot thick spunk over his back and arse... He was shuddering like a cunt and when I grabbed his cock and wanked the shaft hard and fast, he stood up in front of me and started to blow a fountain of spunk up the wall, onto his stomach and chest and a stream of hot come down the shaft of his cok over my hand, down his balls and onto the floor, his head flipped back over my shoulder, eyes shut, face screwed right up like nothing on earth...

This was amazing... The porn was still flickering, spliff was still in the ashtray, Stella on the side... I expected him to be a bit funny and got ready for it and moved away a bit... He just slumped on the couch, breathing heavy and picked up his beer and had a drink, then said, "Fuck me mate - I bin waitin a long time for someone to do that to me... I fucking loved it!" I was surprised but relieved not to have got myself in trouble in the meantime... We got cleaned up and he said, "Don't tell my mates", As fucking if. "Come back whenever you want!". Left later that day, never been seen since...

Written By Evanfive75, 19/01/06