SkinMarvin Gay Stories

I went to Blackpool for 5 days with a mate from work it was mid autumn and was high season with the lights and all. During our stay we went to the usual clubs saw the same people muscle marries, camp queens and tranies the chances of shag were few and far between, not unless u were prepared to compromise....

So we spent our time getting pissed going to a few straight places chasing blokes that we weren't going to get. On the last day my mate wanted to go into a pub called the George it was a straight pub and looked very uninviting as soon as we went in I wanted to leave, the blokes their looked me up and down I'm sure they said to themselves what the fuck has he got on as I was wearing my fall skin gear doc martins braces with cropped grade 1 hair.

I didn't like the look of the place it was very intimidating blokes giving me evil stairs and the woman looked as if they had grown up on a bad council estate, the beer was cheap so was the trade. After 10 mins my mate had set her sights on a young bloke in the corner 'you know it's easier for woman to pick up' and this occasion was no different she was beckoned across with a chance of a free drink. Then I was completely left by myself a couple of lads walked past on their way out and laughed, the whole atmosphere of the place was making me nervous I must of looked very uncomfortable.

In a gay pubs I could stomp about and do what I wanted but in a rough den like this I was completely out of my depth, so I didn't look at anyone as I didn't want, or need, a fight. Meanwhile my mate had managed to get a few drinks from her trade and a promise of going somewhere afterwards.

I got invited across but as they say 3 is a crowd and I didn't want to intrude. I waited until the toilets were empty and went in and had a quick piss when I was about to leave the door opened and I pushed past the bloke barely looking up from the floor in my home town of Ipswich you learn not to attract attention.

When I sat down I noticed my mate had moved to an alcove to have a little play 'lucky bitch' I thought to myself. I was getting nervous the toilet door suddenly opened making me jump and the bloke walked past and sat down. I was looking at the floor most of the time only glancing around when I was sure no one was looking, this time something had caught my eye a pair or rangers had walked across in front of my eyes and across to the door.

Suddenly I heard shouting "YOU FUCKING CUNT RIP ME OF AGAIN AND U WILL BE WELL SORRY YOU EITHER GET THE MONEY TO ME BY 6PM OR ILL COME AFTER YER."

By that time I was getting more nervous I texted my mate, asking if she was ready to go but got no reply. The door of the pub swung open I quickly glanced across and saw the rangers again and a pair of braces hanging down over a pair of tatty jeans and a grade 1 crop I couldn't see much from the back and quickly looked away. He sat down I wanted to look but I was to scared I knew he was looking in my direction; I started to blink a lot and fidget I usually do that when I'm nervous. I decided to compose myself and head for the toilets. I was in their good 10 mins deciding weather or not to phone my mate, I was red in the face and a bit hot so I decided to sit in their for a while I must have looked as if I was cottaging in and out again all the time.

I spent the time tweaking my braces trying to get them straight and wondering if I should take them off sometimes the skinhead image keeps people away and sometimes it doesn't. Suddenly the door opened in walked a stocky bloke who was wearing the rangers he had a green bomber jacket on and loads of patches. I quickly looked at him and just as fast looked away he looked me up and down "ALRIGHT M8" he said in a hard cockney gruff voice I managed to give out a yes as he walked over to the urinals. He said nice tats as he unzipped I looked down and saw I had my tight Lonsdale top which shower my skinhead tattoos on my arm off, I nodded and walked back into the bar.

As soon as I got their my mate come over and she said "me and john are going somewhere else what are you doing" I started to think perhaps I'll go back to the hotel.

Suddenly the skinhead came out of the toilet and sat next to me his rangers smacked into my docs as he went down. My mate looked him up and down and he looked at her back 'she's like that you know always on the look out for rough trade' he spoke again "is that yer girlfriend" no we both said the he kinda grinned.

"Me and john are going I'll see you later are you walking back up the road with us to the hotel as I want to get mi stash" I didn't know what to say suddenly the skin said "nar he's staying ere to ave a drink with me" my mate looked at me "ok boots she said so ill see yer later then" she thought I had copped off but I thought I was in big trouble. He grinned "so yer names boots then" I replied, yes that's what I like to be called my boss calls me Chris and I hate it. "Ok boots my names Ben" I introduced my mate to him before she left with her shag on the way out she asked if we were still going to the club tonight I replied yes, then she was out of the door with her bloke she's couldn't wait to have a straight bloke after a week spent with loads of gay men all around her.

Ben looked at me he had a very rough appearance a few scars and a nose that looked as if it had been broken a few times "what club is that then m8" I was on the spot I quickly told him it was the one in town somewhere, "Oi that's not the queer place by the train station?" No I replied quickly then Ben spoke again "yer theirs so many fucking queers up here if a bloke put his fingers on me id fucking break them off"

Fuck I was in more trouble then I thought I was planning to leave but he brought me another drink. I was getting quite pissed after all we had been drinking all day I needed to go to the loo again desperately "I'll be back in a min m8" ok he replied "DON'T LEAVE" he said in a angry voice.

Fuck, Fuck what the fuck was I going to do stuck with some would be psycho who was going to bash me whenever he felt like it. To late he had followed me into the toilets he stood at the urinals. His 14 hole dm's polished so much I could see his reflection, he had tight bleaches on which at the top showed a bulge in his crutch and braces handing over his ass his appearance close up was chiselled with a prominent brow ridge and sticky out ears.

He stood next to me and I quickly made some comment about drinking too much and pissing to much I didn't get a reply I was standing their a good 2 minuets trying to piss but I couldn't when someone was watching me like that and I knew he could be looking but I didn't look at him one bit.

I saw that he was taking longer then normal when I was washing my hands then he told me to come over "don't be fucking stupid come over I'm not going to smash yer face in" I did exactly what he had asked I didn't want to do anything that would piss him off.

He turned around and done up his flies. Then he started to go into one shouting at me calling me a fucking queer cunt and that he should fucking kill me he was well pissed and could easily do it as well.

I was in no state to fight and no way would I be able to stand up to him I raced towards the door seizing my opportunity to escape before I did so he grabbed me and chucked me up against the door and he grabbed me around the throat ouch I was in agony I was frightened like fuck, panicking, scared shitless and my heart was pounding so much I heard it in my head.

He looked at me with his piecing eyes a totally menacing grin on his face I prepared to be beaten to a pulp. If would have been dam lucky if I ended up with a couple of black eyes. If only I had left, if I only I had gone back to the hotel.

He looked at me and moved his face closer to mine he spat at me "DIRTY SHIRT LIFTER" his hands were still on my neck I could not ,nor did I dare move. He looked right at me; this is it I thought I prepared for the first punch. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he pulled me closer to him 'what the hell' I thought then he snogged me quickly and roughly his stubble cut into my face and lips his hand was imbedded hard into the back of my neck, he had his eyes open while he was doing this looking not right at me possibly past me.

I was still terrified but moved my hand up and onto his head "DON'T" he shouted. It was a great snog and he knew exactly what he was doing but id rather leave a situation like that. He stopped for a while and looked right at me with a grin on his face "scared shitless are yer" yerr...esss I replied.

"Oi I want to see yer later ive got a few things to sort out were are yer staying" I replied sand lands By that time I was to scared to lie "so yer want to see me later then?" yeeerr...eees I said "are yer a fucking parrot or what" he shouted I said yes I do want to see u later a bit hesitantly which he noticed.

Suddenly he launched at me then he put me in a headlock and dragged me across the floor my boots were pulled behind with me and my arms were around his trying to hold myself up I was chocking and splattering. He managed to get me in a lockup then he started speaking right into my ear "I fucking want yer boots now I'm going to show yer what real boot boys do".

He held me up to him he was a tall, 3" taller then me he started licking my head backwards and forwards gob started to drip down my face "Oi boots you make me so horney look" I locked down he undone his trousers, I thought he wanted a blow job soon as I got down he pushed my head down to the toilet seat "bet yer would get off on it if I pissed on yer" I said nothing he started to piss over my head, it was warm and poured down my face into my eyes they started to burn and it went down into my mouth. Then he started wanking with my head still down he rubbed my head then pushed his fingers into my mouth Yuk I didn't like it but it was well Horney as I was rock hard.

"Oi pissboy you fuck fairies like that" I nodded quickly and he stood me and up by this time I think he must have been feeling a bit sorry 4 me so he snogged me then pushed my head down towards his dick his hands were around the back of my head forcing me onto him I was chocking as he was reasonably big then suddenly 'SLAP' he hit me around the face "don't fucking take the piss that's a fucking crap blow job" so I pulled his hands away and deep throated him "not bad" he said but "I know u can do better" I used all my tricks and played with him lots when I did good he grunted with enjoyment and rubbed my head sometimes slapping me across the face when I was slacking.

Suddenly he dragged me up by the scruff of my neck and bit into my neck I gritted my teeth, as it was painful then he started to lick and bite my ears. He looked at me once more "so I'll see yer later m8" defiantly I replied he snogged me again and this time ran his hands under my Lonsdale top "so I'll see yer at the north pier at say 9PM" ok I said.

When I got back to the hotel I locked at my neck it was badly bruised I also had marks on my arms too.

I turned up at the pier on time but didn't see him I waited a full 30 mins looking like a total prat, then I decided to go crusing it was dark enough.

Their was a few people about a few camp ones nothing decent so I took my pick a bloke with a football top on and trainers he was admiring my boots and obviously wondering what I was like.

I wasted no time and started to follow him along the prom it was dark and there was plenty of faces around I stomped around and slowed down when the bloke stopped at the end of the path.

I hesitated then started to walk on 'WACK' I fell to the floor my face was aching and my nose was bleeding I looked up in the dark to see what was happening I could just about make out Ben standing their I went to get up "DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME THEN BOOTS"

'BANG' he kicked me in the stomach I rolled over in agony the he put his boot on my neck and pushed I then started to cry "PLEASE BEN" he spat on me "YOU'RE A TOTAL CUNT THE SAME AS ALL THE FUCKING FAGGOTS" buy this time I was in agony and entirely helpless I managed to catch my breath and speak "please Ben I'll do anything" the bloke who I was following came back to see what was happening, Ben looked at him "FUCK OFF HE SHOUTED" the bloke quickly ran away then Ben started shouting "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT HEY BOOTS YOU FUCKING DISCUST ME" his boot went further onto my neck.

I couldn't breath my face was wet with tiers I let out a cry as my neck approached breaking point "PLEASE PLEASE BEN I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE STOP" he looked at me he knew I was completely telling the truth I must of looked like a sad kitten that had be put through the washing machine he pulled me up I was bleeding badly and was in a great deal of pain.

He looked at my face "anything" he said he pushed me back towards the wall and turned me around and started to lick my head rubbing me up and down and wiping the blood from my face.

Then he started talking "your fucking mine boots if you go with anyone else I'll kill yer IM NOT FUCKING JOKING" he pulled out a knife from his ma1 jacket I knew he was serious, but I didn't want anyone else "so are we going for that drink or what" I suggested we go to the biggest gay club in Blackpool and stomp around frightening the queens. He put his arm around me and we walked across the town towards the club we went past a chip shop and some lad caught sight of me and shouted "QUEER", Ben turned around scearing the shit out of them then he walked up to the one that made the comment and 'BANG' he smacked him right in the nose, the lad stumped to the floor and Ben had him on the floor kicking the fuck out of him he was a bleeding mess on the floor a few seconds later blood pouring onto the pavement. Yells from his mates to leave him alone were ignored they knew they would get the same if they joined in Ben didn''t stop until he was satisfied and had used up all his anger. Then he walked up to me in the street and grinned "I need a bloody drink now" we approached the club and one of the bounces stopped us "do u know this is a gay establishment" he said Ben just grabbed me and put his tongue down my throat the bouncer just stepped aside eyeing us both up as we went past slightly noticing my bleeding nose.

We had a brilliant night drinking, snogging, and wrestling for the sheer hell of it.

At the end of the night I could hardly walk Ben dragged me back to his place. I could just make out the England flags and the OI posters his flat was very skinhead orientated there was nothing camp nothing the least bit femananite as I expected.

He had said earlier he was married years ago but it didn't work out because of his temper and he'd been inside for attempted armed robbery. He pushed me onto the bed the room was spinning I was well gone but he could hold his beer better then me, he took my top of but left my combats on "your tats make me fucking horney" he said he then took his top off but kept his braces on he was well fit not muscle not toned just fit he looked very hard and rough. I looked at him up and down he had a few tats on him 'white pride' a pair of boots on his arm and a massive St George flag of his back well fucking horney I fucking love tattoos and I fucking loved him.

He then jumped on me on the bed pinning me down when I struggled the bruises from earlier and my nose was killing me but the drink had deadened the pain.

His whole body pinned me down to the bed my arms were stretched out so much it hurt. Then he started to lick my neck I couldn't move bit I well enjoyed it then he started talking dirty to me "yer fucking queer boy I know yer want me to give yer my babies" then he started to move his head downwards licking at my chest then down to my abs, he had a big tongue and it felt well horney him licking me he was making me well wet.

He continued down to my combats and rubbed his head up and down, and then he bit into my leg 'ouch' "oi boy yer going to fucking like this". Then he started nibbling on the end of my cock through my combats, Very slowly I was in fucking heaven I has super hard and my combats were bulging. I was very wet from his gob, I did try struggling but he held me down harder by that time I was breathing heavy and he put his hand up over my mouth to stop me moaning "fucking hell Ben" I managed to get say when he adjusted his grip he knew exactly what to do and the way I wanted it done 'some people have to be told what to do but he just knew instinctively' then he let go and we started to wrestle

When I was struggling I accidentally kicking him with my boot suddenly he looked at me and grabbed my neck with one hand he gripped and I felt the blood stop to my brain I started to feel dizzy "im only fucking joking" he laughed he studied me closely and made sure I was all right. Then he got onto his knees and started wanking "your in good shape boots but your not match for me aint yer" I quickly said no.

The next thing I knew he had pulled my trousers down to my knees and had mi boots on his shoulders licking them, I knew exactly what he was going to do next.

A little voice in my head said condom but I didn't care I wanted him so much I didn't bother he held my legs on his shoulders and started to fuck me ouch it was fucking painful as he banged away for England.

He pushed closer trying to move my legs over my head as much as they would go, I was in a great deal of pain by this time his face was fairly close to mine he started dribbling and gobbing on me I was getting well turned on and took out some poppers from my pocket gob missed my mouth and fell on my chin.

After he had the poppers he went completely crazy fucking me harder and snogging me harder as he was my whole bottom of my face was wet with his gob he started breathing into my lungs I was well dizzy my whole body tingled I felt everything he did my whole body went into spasm I felt as if I was on drugs it was that good when we were snogging that the poppers and the drink turned me on like nothing had before.

After he had cum I asked if I could lick his boots he agreed and watched me licking them getting well off on them, he put the other boot on my head squashing my ear. When I was ready to cum he pulled me up and took over wanking me slowly I grabbed his head and snogged him like fuck rubbing my hands over his ears "fucking hell Ben" I exclaimed I let out a moan as I shot over him.

We were totally pissed and had a sleep for a bit we messed about in the morning but not much he slept with his arm around me all night I was well contented I fancied him like fuck more then I had anyone else. But I knew in the morning I had to fly back to stansted and go back to my boring life if only...

I woke up to Ben rubbing my cropped hair grinning from ear to ear "I got to get back to the hotel" I said he stopped grinning and just looked at me with a tiny bit of disbelief in his eye I felt well bad I was well fucking pissed off.

If he asked me to stay I would have done, if he asked me to live with him I would have done given up my home, job everything he was exactly what I wanted and no one had come close ever. I went into the shower and he joined me I licked him all over as much as I could washing him with soap.

Then I took as many pictures as I could with my camera phone he asked when I was coming back up this way I told him February so we exchanged numbers. I wanted to see him before would have starved myself to buy the plane tickets.

Before I left he gave me an unexpected hug and a passionate snog rubbing my head I held back the tears I couldn't cope with this it's uncommon for me to get this way with one night stands and its easy to get non involved, I looked right into his eyes with sadness. Eventually he let me go, when I got back to the hotel I told mi m8 all about him and asked her what she had done she was well impressed with the pics. We made it to the airport in plenty of time and checked in ok. As the plane took off I looked across at Blackpool out of the plane window with a lump in my throat.

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