SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 1

"School would be finished in 3 weeks. What the hell am I going to do with myself then" thought Daniel. "No job prospects, his mates, all going to work in the factory where his brothers, and father worked". His father had offered him a job on the production line, but the thought of being a factory worker for the next 50 years like his dad did not excite him. "It was the end of the millennium, surely there had to be more to life"? His recent trips to London had confused him. "Sure he had got plenty of sex, drunk more grog than he could handle, and a couple of rumbles, god how he enjoyed the rumbles. Lets a man get all his frustrations out. But the sex was becoming less and less enjoyable. Maybe it was the whores he was finding". But he found it harder and harder to get the sexual interest, to get an erection strong enough to make penetration. He was having erections at odd times. Last week, while in the locker room, he had an erection while showering, after looking at one of the guys. "The guy was huge in the donkey sense, and was very muscular. It actually turned him on. But he was not gay? He was a normal guy, a skinhead, macho, a man's man".

Both his brothers made fun of him, saying he would end up in the factory with them. "We got your seat saved in the canteen Danny Boy" Vince would say, "Right next to Vera from fish packing. Great perfume she wears, 'Odour De Tuna' Both Vince and Greg would begin to belly laugh, along with Daniels mother and father. Daniel knew they were possibly right, but he was determined he would control his own destiny and not follow his brothers sheepishly as they did, just because it was the only job available when they left school.

School finally came to an end, and for 2 weeks, Daniel tried to find a job. The answers were always the same. Job gone, too young, needs a female, must wear a suit. Me in a suit? Not likely. No one was going to get him out of his skin gear. Daniel started to hang about the high street during the day, lounging untidily at street corners, or in the park near the men's toilet. "There was a comfortable seat there". He told himself. But Daniel was kidding himself. He knew it, he was watching every male who walked past or went into the toilet. He felt his loins stir when a good-looking guy walked past. Guys in work clothes and boots seemed to give him an erection within seconds, and donkey-jacketed youths just blew his mind. He had found he was dreaming of men at night. Not sexually, but men dominated his dreams, and always dressed in working mans clothing. Even during the day, while sitting at the park, or lounging on the street corner, his mind would wander and he would daydream of workmen. He was becoming obsessed with workmen, working class men and their gear.

It was about 4 weeks after he left school. He was siting in the park outside the toilets, when a youth in overalls, donkey jacket and heavy work boots, sat down next to him. Daniel did not look up, trying to remain indifferent, but his senses writhing, sending his pulse racing. He could smell the sweat of the youth, the smell of work on his cloths, the smell of his feet wafting out of his boots. His dick was already stiffening, and the guy had not said a word, had not even been there more than 30 seconds, but Daniel was ready to fuck this guy, and he did not know why he felt this way.

"Hi, seen you here a couple of times when I have passed. Do you sit here every lunchtime?' the youth asked. His voice was masculine, authoritive, but had a gentle sound to it. "Yeh mate, like to sit here, the bench is comfortable, and interesting people pass by. You come here often then?" Daniel asked the youth. "Only when I see a good looking guy. You looking for sex? Or just a good time?" Daniel coloured up. He realised that the guy had picked him straight out. Was he that obvious? "I like your outfit. Are you a real skinhead, or do you just like the clothes?' Daniel got a bit riled at this, and started to get angry, then realised the guy was quite serious, and meant no offence. "Yeh mate, I am a skinhead, a member of the Braeside brothers. Great bunch of mates. They would all die for a brother. What do you do for a crust?" "I'm a plumber," the youth answered, "Work for my father. He likes to go to the pub for lunch, and usually takes a couple of hours. Gives me plenty of time to check out the scene." The youth stood up, and walked slowly towards the toilets, then turned back looking at Daniel and stopped. Daniel looked around him, seeing nobody was looking, got up off the seat and started toward the toilets also.

The toilets were typical of the public conveniences, dark, dank and heavy graffiti. They had no seats on the toilets, and the urinal was full of cigarette buts and stank of stale urine. The toilet paper was that awful slippery slidy cheap type. Daniel and the youth went into the last cubical. The door did not lock, but at least it did close. Daniel could smell the youth's body odour more now, and his own body was reacting as if he had just smelt the sweat smell of a woman. He was aroused, and he had to have sex now. Man or woman, it did not matter, he had to have it. The youth gently held his head and kissed his lips, gradually forcing his tongue into Daniel's mouth. Daniel resisted at first, and then began to relax and enjoy it, finally feeling the passion build, he reciprocated with his own tongue, and passions flared. Daniel started to pull away, but the youth held him firmer, moving one hand down to Daniels crutch and moving his hand over Daniels now firm cock. Daniel had never felt so good, felt his body react so quickly to another person's movements and advances before. Usually he was doing the advances, and in a drunken stupor at that, using brute force to get his way. But this was different. This was a passion he had never felt. This was what he had imagined foreplay to be like, but had never achieved. He did not notice his fly being unzipped, but felt the warmth of the youth's hand on his now stiff cock, gently massaging the full sheath, gently but with purpose. Daniel could feel his body responding, his back was starting to arch back, his body stiffen, his senses more acute. He could feel the body heat between them, the smell of the youths heat, his hair, his cloths, his breath, and his sex. Slowly, the youth released Daniel's head, and moved his own head down level with Daniel's crotch. Daniel felt the youths lips kiss the head of his cock. "What am I doing? I am letting a man suck my cock. I am not a poofter! I am not a fairy! I am a skinhead, but man, this guy feels good. Am I really a faggot, am I really a fairy dressed as a man?" Daniel was confused, but was enjoying his confusion, and did not want the youth to stop.

Daniel started to daydream as the youth covered his cock with his lips, and engulfed his whole cock in his mouth, moving up and down his sheath slowly and deliberately, sucking more and more heavily each time, taking more cock with each movement, till he was almost swallowing his balls and all. As the youth took the whole penis in, his tongue started to lick his balls. This was too much for Daniel, and he blew his load into the mouth of the youth. The youth took it all, without a drop being spilled. When Daniel had stoped shooting, the youth released his cock, and moved his head up level with Daniel's head, and started to kiss Daniel again, plunging his tongue violently into Daniel's mouth. Daniel could hold his passion no longer, and grabbed the youth roughly, and reciprocated with equal violence. He could taste his own cumm, salty; sweat, his own flavour, and it turned him on. Daniel started to undo the youth's donkey jacket, moving then to his overalls, then rolled up his vest, and Daniel started to lick the youth's chest all over, moving slowly down to the navel. The youth was hairy, and the sweat had accumulated in the hair on his chest. He continued to saver the flavour of the youth for several minutes, and continued to undo the overalls to the bottom fastener, pulling down the youth's underpants to below his cock, and started to lick his cock and balls. Daniel found he enjoyed the smell of the youth's crotch, the taste of his cock and balls, the pubic hair tickling his lips. He was lost in lust, he was dreaming, sexual dreams of workmen again, only this was not a dream. He was having sex with a workman; a young, dirty, sweat smelling, sweaty workman, and he loved every microsecond of it.

Daniel had never sucked a man off before, but he never hesitated on this day. It felt so natural to him. His feelings made him want to suck off this youth, to make him cumm in his mouth, to taste the inner self of this youth. He began slowly at first, his lips covering the penis head, his tongue running all over and around the head, gradually moving the cock further and further into his mouth, and his tongue further down the sheath. His urgency began to show, as he moved faster and faster, sucking harder and harder, the youth's cock swelling inside his mouth, filling it with his youthful manliness. Daniel could feel the penis head touching his throat as he moved it back and forth in his mouth, felt the youth begin to move with him, becoming more urgent and swelling more and more. He could feel the youth was close and he moved quicker, wanting the youth to cumm and cumm soon. He could feel the cock start to quiver and spasm, the taste of precumm, that salty taste just before an eruption of his life force spewed into his mouth and down his throat. Daniel nearly choked as the youth came in his mouth, but he knew he could not let a single drop of this precious fluid leave his mouth. He knew he wanted every drop. Daniel knew at that moment that he was gay. He had no doubts now. He enjoyed the experience he had just encountered, and now knew he could never go whoreing again in the same way. He had to find a way to be himself, not what others expected of him.

They stood together, wrapped in each others arms, Daniel with his head on the youths shoulder, his nose buried in the youth's donkey jacket, smelling the filth and dirt in the fabric, and feeling his loins stir again with the aromas. The youth then started to pull Daniel's underpants back up, and do up his fly. Daniel started to do the same, but gave the youth one more lick of his chest before doing up his overalls, and buttoning up his donkey jacket. When dressed, the youth moved to open the door, and then turned back "stay here for about 1 minute, then leave. I will go first, and will see you in the pub, the "Kings Head" in about 10 minutes. Join me for a beer." "Ok", Daniel said, "My name is Daniel by the way, what's your's?" "Pete, but just call me 'Log'. Every one else does, on account of my job as a plumber. Long story, might tell you one day." With that Pete walked out and was gone. Daniel waited for a while, and then walked cautiously out of the cubical and back into the park. He strolled slowly down to the town centre, and towards the "Kings Head". He felt like getting drunk, and was starting to feel disgusted with himself. "How could you let a guy suck you off? How could you suck a guy off? You faggot! Poofter! Homo! Hell it felt good, and he smelt sooooo good, tasted sooooo good, felt sooooo good in my arms. How do I tell my mates, my brothers, hell my parents that I am gay? Man what have I got myself into here, I am so confused, is this really what life has in store for me? Is my life going to be sucking off other guys and being sucked off? Is that all that is left for me? There has got to be more to being gay than this."

Daniel entered the pub about 15 minutes later. Pete was sitting over in the corner by himself. Daniel walked on over and sat down. Pete had ordered a pint for him. Daniel drank it down almost in one gulp. "It was thirsty work sucking off guys." He thought to himself, and a small smirk came to his face. Pete was looking at him, and noticed the smirk. "What you thinking about". "Nothing really, just, well, you were the first guy I ever sucked off, and it felt good. I was thinking how thirsty I was, and how great it felt sitting here with you. Why did you come and sit next to me in the park?" Pete smiled "You looked lost, and I liked the look of you. I had seen you several times in the park, and saw you look at the guys as they walked past, but you never followed them in. I guessed you were a first timer, and decided to try my luck. You look great in that clobber. I love the boots too. How do you manage to keep them so shiny?" Daniel felt comfortable in Pete's company, and relaxed. Pete's gentle manner and soft voice was a turn on too, and his smell was there again, wafting through his senses, niggling at his brain. He wanted to fuck him here and now, and could not get this out of his head. "I want to fuck you Pete. I want to fuck your brains out. I want to lick you all over, lick you cock, lick your feet, and smell your boots, your socks, your body, and your armpits. Man you turn me on so bad, I can still taste you even after that beer." Daniel was getting stiffer with every word he uttered. "Man you got it bad, you know me less than 1 hour, and you already have us married with 4 kids. Slow down mate, I feel much the same; in fact worse, I creamed my pants when you walked in even before you sat down. Now I have that soggy little wet patch in my undies that will stay with me for the whole day to remember you by. Do you want to meet up tonight? I have a mate who is gay, and he has a flat we can use. He won't bother us." Daniel was beside himself. He wanted Pete so bad. "Yeh lets. I've just got to have you Pete, in every sense of the word. Where do you want to meet up?" Pete didn't hesitate. "Here, 7 o'clock. Don't be late, a bus leaves here at ten past."

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