SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 15

Both Larry and I did get paid well for that night, but it was not worth the pain and suffering. We decided we would find other employment for myself, and Larry suggested I join him concreting. Although I had no training in anything, I knew I did not want to do a labourers job, however, we had to live, and I started with Larry the following Monday. The work was hard, the weather cold and wet, but the adrenaline of the heavy work was like a drug. The harder the work, the more I wanted, and the more the men around me turned me on. I could smell the other men even yards away. Their manly smells drifting on the winds to excite my senses. Now I knew why Larry continued to work in this dirty, lowly job. It turned him on, and it was doing the same to me. At lunchtime, we started to find secluded corners where we could have sex without being seen. It was glorious sex. Cement dust, mud and dirt mixing with our sweat and body odours to lift our sexual desires for one another. I was rough without being brutal, and Larry was the true sexual slave, giving his body for every whim of his master. By this time, both our hands were rough and callused from heavy manual labour, and the feel of Larry's hands on my bare skin roused my senses higher. I was a raging bull, out to ram home my manhood at every opportunity, and heavy manual work drove me wild. One lunch hour it was raining bucket loads, and we all decided to go down the pub for lunch. I went to the bar to get a couple of pints for Larry and myself, and a soft voice called my name next to me. I turned to find Pete at the bar next to me. "Pete, what in the world are you doing here?" I was surprised to find him in London. "I waited for you to contact me, but you never did. I went to the pub your brothers drank at, and found out you had gone to London. Your mother was real nice and said you worked with a building company, and here I am. Your father and brothers said you were dead." I knew that from what mum had said to me when I rang her every week. They would not accept I was gay, and dad said I was as good as dead to him. Mum kept in touch, but had not seen him since he had left Braeside. "Have you got a place to stay?" "No not yet, only got here this morning. By the way, saw your movie last week. You were great. Who was the other guy with you? He was hot. Loved his look when he was converted to a skinhead." "Come, meet him yourself in the flesh." We both walked over to the table. "Larry, this is Pete." Larry twigged straight away who he was, and moved aside to let him sit down with us. "So you were Daniel's first gay fuck." He said loudly and without any inhibitions. I was surprised, as I had not been aware that the rest of the group knew we were gay. Pete coloured up. He obviously wasn't expecting to be called a queer so openly in the pub, and amongst so many burly construction workers. I too was surprised at what Larry said, but was more surprised when one of the other guys got up and moved over next to Pete and sat down next to him. "Hello luv, you know these two fags do you? I'm Garry; these fuckwits know me as Mable." Pointing to the rest of the work group. "Where you staying tonight? Got a spare side of my bed you can use." Garry was 22; blonde and built like an all in wrestler. He worked out at the gym every moment he wasn't working or sleeping. Neither Larry nor myself were aware that he was gay, as he had never given us any inkling of his true nature, as he kept very much to himself. The rest of the group obviously knew, as they laughed and joked at Garry or was it Mable, as he tried to cotton on to Pete. Pete was actually very receptive to Garry, and after talking to Larry and myself for a short while, left with Garry. Larry was jealous, I could see in his actions. But as soon as Pete left with Garry, he became himself again. Our secret was out. The guys knew we were gay, and it made not an ounce of difference to our working relationships with them. They said later, that they had worked with Garry for several years, and he was the hardest worker they had met, and if we had worked any less we would have been sacked. As it was, we had been equally as hard working. They decided that queer or not, they liked working with us.

It was the second weekend after Pete had arrived that Pete and Garry invited us over for the evening. They had a copy of our movie, and we watched it all together. Pete was curled up in Garry's muscular body, while Larry, now friends with Pete, laid his head on my crutch. I wish he wouldn't do that. He knows he turns me on when he does that, and tonight was no different. Garry could see the bulge in my bleachers growing, and put his huge hand on my cock and started to rub it through the denim. Larry was licking my leg and Pete started to unzip Garry's pants. He was wearing work pants, as Garry only had work clothes or gym gear. He did not own any other clothing. I don't know how it really went from there, but it ended in all four of us in a group fuck and suck session. I was fucking Larry, Pete was sucking Larry, and Garry was fucking Pete. Garry had his arms around us all, and was controlling the rhythm, pounding Pete while I was pounding Larry's ass in unison. Larry cumm in Pete's mouth as I came in Larry, and Garry came in Pete. We collapsed in a sweaty cumm soaked heap on the couch. Apart from being unexpected, it was one of the most delightful nights Larry and I had spent with friends. We did not have many friends, but Pete and Garry were now very special to us. Larry had got over his initial jealousy, and had become good friends with Pete. Pete, on the other hand, had fallen deeply in love with Garry, and had left his father's plumbing business to work with us at the construction site. Lying there together, I felt the warmth of friendship and love. Yes I was gay, but I was loved for myself, not what others thought I should be.

Larry and I decided to walk home despite the cold wet weather. We were on a high. The movie was great, and we both felt that we had played the parts well. Having had group sex had made us feel as if we belonged at last. We were not far from home, when we realised we were being followed, and turned to find 6 youths running at us, and they were armed with bars, knives and baseball bats. Both Larry and I had knives and chains in our pockets for our own protection. We only just got our weapons out before they were on us. They split into 2 groups and set on us. They used everything they had, and had Larry on the ground first. They mercilessly kicked and pounded him with feet and bars, and I could see the fight go out of him. I screamed, "No," as I saw blood pouring from his head, nose and mouth. I knew if I could not get to him fast, I would loose him. I became a demon, fighting with super human strength, but by the time I was free of my attackers, Larry was gone. His injuries were horrific, his head kicked to a pulp. His body, broken and battered. I could do nothing to help him, and I screamed out in frustration. I screamed and screamed till I was horse. It was over ten minutes before the police and ambulance arrived. But they could have taken all night: Larry was dead. My injuries were bad but would heal.

Larry's parents came to the funeral, as did our entire skinhead brothers. It rained hard that day, but we stood there at the graveside as if it was dry and sunny. I would not leave his side til he was buried and gone forever. Psycho had to drag me away. We both had tears running down our cheeks. "We will find them Daniel, we will get every last one of them." It was a statement of fact, not an empty word of support. I had vengeance in my heart and hatred in my sole. I would track down every last one of them, and do what they did to Larry. It was my duty and my promise to Larry's memory.

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