SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 2

Daniel had never felt happier in his life as he strolled home. His step was light, and he felt like telling the world how he felt. Suddenly he started to run, then holler at the top of his voice, just a holler, no words. He was just excited and happy. Daniel ran the rest of the way home, which was no mean feat, as he lived over 2 miles from the town centre. His mother was at home as usual, cooking the evening meal. "Dad and the boys like to eat as soon as they come home" she would say, "And they work hard and all eat like horses. Got to keep their strengths' up." Daniel said hi to his mother, and went up to the room he shared with his brother Greg. Vince, being the oldest, had a room to himself. They lived in a 3 bedroom detached council house in Braeside, No. 22 Harrison Street. Daniels parents had lived there since they were married, and had been lucky to get the house when they did, as it had just been built, and his dad knew a brother skin mate in the council offices where allocations were made. They had jumped the normal 3-year waiting list. Daniel lay on his bed, the top bunk; Greg had the bottom, as he was older by 2 years. Daniel was in love, or at least he felt he was. He thought of Pete, and his loins started to explode. He held his cock through his bleachers, and felt it swell, started to run his hand down into his groin and over his cock. His breathing became faster, and his heart started to pound, his body was writhing, and his mind was seeing Pete's chest, then his cock. He could taste Pete's breath, his tongue, his spit, his chest his cock and the precumm. Then he tasted the cumm in his mouth, that salty, sweat tasting cumm, and he realised he had cumm in his bleachers. He lay there with the wet patch on his bleachers spreading, and his cock still hard in its denim encased prison. He fell asleep, dreaming of Pete and his boots; his donkey jacket. The smell of Pete and his clothes, the smell of a worker, dirt and sweat, his hot feet causing his boots to allow the smell of his feet and socks, to slowly rise up to Daniels nostrils, and permeate his senses.

Daniel was awoken by Greg standing next to him laughing. "Had a wet dream Danny lad, must have been a good one, you nearly flooded out the room." Daniel coloured up and turned over. "None of your business." He said as he tried to recapture the broken dream. Greg threw off his work clothes onto the floor, as usual, leaving them in a pile ready to put on again in the morning. Greg only possessed one set of work clothes, and they were pretty high by the end of the week. But Greg didn't care, as long as he had plenty of skin gear to woo the ladies with, down the local pubs and clubs. Work, to Greg, was a means to buy new gear, and anyway, his job on the fish cannery production line was dirty and smelly, so why wear clean cloths every day. Vince, on the other hand, wore his skin gear to work. Vince was in the warehouse as a packer, and just threw a pair of overalls over his gear. He seldom got dirty, mostly dust and occasionally grease from the machinery or forklift.

Greg went into the bathroom, and washed under his arms, his face and neck and around his groin. It was Thursday, and bath day was not till Saturday night, before he went out whoreing with his mates. Daniel waited for Greg to finish in the bathroom, and then while Greg dressed for the nights boozing, Daniel went in to clean himself up, and get ready to meet Pete. "What you doing tonight Danny boy, you going down the pub with your squadies?" Greg asked. "No, got a hot date tonight, going out on a foursome with a new mate I met in the unemployment line. He recons he has a bird all lined up who is a stunner. Recons his bird will not go out with him unless he has a date for her mate. I'm meeting him down the "Kings Head" at 7". Daniel tried to keep the conversation casual trying not to let out too much info. He knew none of his family liked the "Kings Head" pub, so he was safe telling Greg he was meeting Pete there. The pub was at the other end of the High Street to the local pub his family frequented. Daniel pulled down his bleachers, and cleaned himself up. He washed the wet area and hoped it would dry before he met up with Pete. He washed his cock and groin, then as an after thought, decided to wash his arse. He also washed under his arms, and around his neck and face. With his ablutions complete, Daniel removed his boots and bleachers, pulled off his underpants, and put on his best pair of jocks, redressed, laced up his best Doc Martins, the cherry red ones, then went down to join the family to eat. The family always ate together at teatime. Daniel could not remember the last time they had not had the whole family there for tea. Table talk was of work, antics of workmates during lunch in the canteen, the great euchre game dad had with his mates, small talk and nothing of significance. His mum just sat there eating her meal, getting up now and again to fetch more bread or gravy, pass the salt or put the kettle on again to fill up the teapot. Mum was never included in the conversation, and never complimented on the cooking. It only dawned on Daniel that all this was going on that day. Before it was normal, but today, well today was different. He started to notice things. Notice the subservient way his mother behaved when his dad was around. Always at his beck and call, with dad doing nothing to help or acknowledge her. His brothers treated her the same way, and would most probably do the same to their wives when they married.

Daniel suddenly felt sadness for his mother. He loved his mother, but tonight was seeing her in a way never seen before. Why? Was it because of today's happenings? Was it because he had suddenly found someone of his own to love? Was he seeing himself in a subservient way to Pete, and seeing what was required of him? Daniel finished his tea of bangers and mash with onion gravy, lots of bread to sup up the gravy. He loved to wipe the plate clean with bread. He finished the last mouthful of tea then rose to leave. He turned to his mother and with a big smile said, "Thanks mum, I really enjoyed tea." Then walked up stairs to fetch his bomber jacket before leaving for the pub. There was a deathly silence. Dad still had his mouth open, Vince and Greg stoped in mid sentence, and mum just smiled. Finally, after what seamed like hours, but was only maybe a few seconds, dad broke the silence. "Oh, oh yeh love, ah, yeh, great gravy". Mum looked at them all, then got up from the table, grabbed her cup of tea and moved towards the sitting room. As she reached the door she turned and said, "It is about time you all realised I existed. I am your wife and mother, not your slave. A little appreciation is all I ask. You can clean up the table before you leave this room." Then she left the room cup in hand.

Daniel arrived at the pub with 10 minutes to spare, but Pete was there waiting. He looked great in his tight jeans, bulky sweatshirt with a hood, and black combat boots. The boots had a thick sole, but had nails in the sole. "Love the way they make sparks in the night," Pete said later when Daniel noticed them. They had a quick pint of ale before leaving for the bus stop. The number 37A arrived within a few minutes. It was a double decker, and they ran up the stairs to the top deck, and sat down front. There was only one woman on the bus, up rear of the top deck, and she got off 2 stops later. They were alone. The conductor only came up top if a passenger went up, and he had already been up and sold Pete and Daniel their tickets, so would be unlikely to come up again. Pete led once again, rubbing his hand over Daniel's crotch, stirring Daniels loins once again. Daniel could feel himself swelling inside his bleachers, and was about to say to Pete to slow down, when Pete leaned over and started to lick his jeans around his crotch. He then clamped his teeth on to Daniels zip, and started to unzip him slowly. Daniel could feel Pete's hot breath through his jocks, and the swelling became more urgent. Again Pete used his teeth to pull his jocks down over his cock, allowing it to spring up out of it's confinement, standing proudly, head raised, waiting Pete's lips to caress it's silky skin. Pete knew how to hold a man's urges, He allowed his lips to run smoothly over the outer lower shaft, without the head being touched, driving Daniel wild with passion, but not bringing him to cumm. Daniel was now oblivious to all around him, soaking in the pleasure of Pete's lips on his cock. Pete then started to move his lips higher and lower, his tongue moving over his head, causing violent movements from Daniel as he reacted to his natural urges to sexual stimulation. Pete held him for over 15 minutes before bringing him to a climax. And took every drop of cumm Daniel shot into his mouth and throat. Pete left his lips over Daniels cock for several minutes more, before lifting his head up with a smile as big as China on his face. "You taste good Danny" Pete said as he pulled his jocks up and did up Daniels fly. The Bus was near the end of it's run, and time for the boys to get off. Daniel kissed Pete on the lips. "Thank you Pete, you know how to get me hot."

They got off the bus at the terminal. They were at another council housing development on the southern outer fringes of Braeside. Apart from detached housing, there were also apartments, and to these dwellings Pete led Daniel. This area of Braeside was known for gangs and bashings at night, but Pete assured Daniel they would be safe, as he knew most of the guys in the gangs, as he had lived here, and had gone to school with most of them. The apartment block they went to was of 10 floors, and Pete used the stairs to the 6th floor. "Lifts never work here, the kids smash the electrics all the time." Pete said, "anyway, it is good exercise, keeps you fit for what I have in mind for you tonight." Daniel was intrigued, and excited, and couldn't wait till they got to the unit. Pete grabbed the key from under the mat, and let them in. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed Daniels buttocks in both hands, and, looking into his eyes, said "Your arse is mine tonight, and mine yours'" where upon he began to remove his sweatshirt. Suddenly, there before him was Pete, wearing a leather and metal chain harness, bending over undoing metal studs on the legs of his jeans, which Daniel had not noticed before, and watched as Pete removed his jeans, leaving his boots still on his feet. Pete was wearing no underwear. The harness went down to a cock ring, and a metal cock clamp ringed his cock in steel. 2 straps came off the harness, and went around his buttocks. A D-Ring was situated on the lower section of the harness, as well as either side of the harness at the waist. Pete then grabbed a collar from his jacket pocket, and placed it around his neck. "I am all your's master". Pete said.

Daniel was speechless. He expected to have sex, maybe suck Pete off, maybe get fucked himself, but he did not expect this. Daniel did not even know this type of garment, for want of a better word, even existed. Pete's collar was thick and heavily studded like a bulldogs collar. Pete offered him a strong metal chain lead. "Here, this is your's, do with it what you will." Pete said. There was also a padlock attached to the chain, with keys. "Please lock the collar on me with the padlock then chain me to my cage." Pete started to move to the rear of the apartment, so Daniel followed. There was a short corridor with 4 doors, 2 on each side, going off to the left. Pete went to the last on the right, and entered. Daniel got to the doorway and stood frozen to the spot. The room looked like a medieval torture chamber, with a rack, whips and chains on the walls, shackles laying on the floor, leg irons, manacles, metal masks, cages, and the most evil looking bed he had ever seen. It had straps top and bottom on each side, raised stirrups at one end, and a neck and body clamp.

"Don't be shy, come on in, this is the play room, and these are my toys." Pete was smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Is this your flat?" Daniel asked. "I thought you said it was a gay friend of your's?" Daniel was a little confused and shocked by what he was looking at. "It is, but I live here too. We are not lovers, just friends. We help each other and support each other, and this gear is a collection we each have bought." Pete walked over to a large metal box in one corner. "There are some more toys in here, such as dildo's, anal plugs, whips, leather and rubber masks. The wardrobe has a collection of rubber and leatherwear, women's clothing, shoes and boots. Jake and I have varied tastes" Pete then grabbed a weird contraption, and proceeded to place it on himself. "You will have to help me secure it to me Danny." "What is it Pete?" Asked Daniel. "It is a dog restraint, it stops me from standing, and only allows me to walk on all fours like a real dog. I am your dog slave Danny, don't you like it?" Daniel was now confused even more, but did not want Pete to think he was stupid, so kneeled down to help secure the restraint. Daniel decided to play along for a while, so he told Pete to lie at his feet, which Pete did. Pete then started to lick Daniels boots. He licked the leather upper right down to the welted sole, and then started to lick under the sole, around the thick tread. Daniel was starting to get an erection just looking at Pete's antics, and decided to lay down next to him, but in opposite direction, and started to lick Pete's boots. Daniel found it was starting to really turn him on, the more he licked the sole and leather, the harder his cock became.

Pete could see Daniel was getting real hard inside his bleachers, so, as a good slave, he twisted round and started to undo Daniels boots and jeans. He slipped Daniels boots off his feet, smelling the boots lovingly as they each came off. He slipped the braces off Daniels shoulders after removing his jacket, and then slowly removed his bleachers. Daniel still had his Fred Perry shirt on, his jocks and his socks. Like a good dog, Pete started to sniff Daniel's socks, then graduated slowly up his legs to his crutch, sniffing all the way up. Daniel was really being turned on now. Little licks accompanied the sniffing, and when Pete got to Daniel's cock, Daniel was straining at his jocks. The head of his cock was now showing above the waistband of his jocks, screaming to be set free and sucked or jerked off. Pete again started to sniff Daniel's cock, and gave a couple of gentle licks. Then, he turned his body so his back was facing Daniel, and started to rub his arse on Daniel's cock head. Daniel knew this was the moment of truth, but he had enough experience with women, to know he needed some form of lubrication. He spat on his hand and spread his saliva on to the head, and tried to rub some over Pete's anal passage. Again Daniel spat on his hand and again spread it where he felt it would be needed. He then started to rub his cock around Pete's crack, allowing the spit to spread itself, then started to probe. Pete guided him in and after 2 tries. Daniel achieved minor penetration. Daniel pushed again, and again achieved a little more, and on the 3rd attempt, his cock slid in to the hilt. Pete gave a small gasp, then a sigh, and placed his hands on Daniel's butt, and started to push him in further. Daniel started to move himself in and out of Pete's glory hole, using Pete's body movements and his own to increase his own sexual pleasure. Daniel was not well hung on the slack, and being uncut, always looked smaller than he really was. But when aroused, Daniel possessed a thick, 8-_ inch long cock, and could hang it with pride. Daniel could see that Pete was also aroused, but due to his cock cage, could not get an erection. Daniel moved slowly at first. This was a different sensation to fucking a woman. A man's arse was tighter on his cock, and the man's arse and body fitted into his own body curves much better than a woman's. His first "Bareback" fuck with a man. Wow! This was great. He could not believe he was doing this and enjoying it so much. He was fucking a man, and at that moment, he cumm in Pete's arse. His body was writhing and squirming, pumping his cumm into the rear of Pete, the plumber, the guy with leather harness on for him. His slave, His first male fuck.

Spent, they lay for a while, letting their bodies relax together, their sweat mixing and becoming one on the floor. Pete was first to speak. "Piss on me Daniel. Piss all over me now, in my face, over my chest, over my head, in my mouth. Please Daniel, please." Daniel was startled now. "What are you talking about, I don't piss on people, that's filth." Daniel sounded offended. "Please Daniel, it is good for a slave to know his place, and his master using him as a toilet is only natural. It is a sign of love, not abuse. I love you Daniel, please do it for me now" Daniel knew he wanted to do a piss. He always wanted to piss after sex, but was hesitant to do that here, on the floor, all over the person he believes he also loves. "I will do it for you on one condition. You will do it to me afterwards". Pete reluctantly agreed. Daniel was still partially inside Pete, having not pulled out after his cock softened. Daniel slowly withdrew, then sat over Pete's face, and started to piss on his face. Pete was lapping this up, opening his mouth and slurping and licking the amber fluid. Pete then took Daniels cock into his mouth while he was pissing and started to suck it and lick it. Daniel suddenly started to wretch, jumped up pulling his cock from Pete's mouth, nearly falling over Pete, and raced to the sink in the kitchen. It was the only sink he knew of, and had seen it when he had entered the apartment.

"What's wrong Daniel? What have I done to make you sick?" Pete was almost in tears. He could not understand what he had done to Daniel to make him feel this way. Daniel stopped retching, wiped the sick and spittle from his face, and turned to look at Pete. "I'm sorry Pete, I saw you take my cock in your mouth and saw it still had some shit marks on it, and just lost it. Don't you taste the shit in your mouth? Man, that made me real sick." Daniel was still looking a bit green around the gills. "That's what a good slave does Daniel, he cleans his master. Yeh you taste the shit, but you get used to it, and it becomes a natural part of being a slave." Daniel moved over to the couch in the sitting room, and composed himself. "I have never done anything like this Pete, so please forgive me if I seam a little weird. Don't forget, until lunchtime today I was a normal straight guy, sitting contemplating the daisies in the park." Pete moved over to the couch and sat next to Daniel. "I love you Daniel. It may only be a few short hours since we met, but my body and my heart say I must be with you. Maybe I have gone a bit fast with you, but please don't leave. We can have a fabulous night together. My flat mate is out till morning, and we can be alone. We have all night to discover each other." Daniel knew he wanted to stay. He wanted to share a bed with this youth. He wanted to help him dress in the morning, to help him put on his working man's clothing, his work boots, his dirty donkey jacket, lick his feet, crutch, and chest while he dressed him. He suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to embrace Pete, and grabbed him in his arms, so tight as to feel his arms squeezing him tightly. Pete started to kiss him on the side of the neck, and when Daniel's grip lessened, Pete curled up into Daniel's body like a faithful dog. The harness did not allow Pete much movement other than on all four's.

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