SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 3

After several minutes with Pete curled up in his lap, Daniel undid the restraint, and released the cock cage. Placing on the lead, Daniel told Pete to lead him to the bedroom, which Pete did as a faithful dog slave. There, Pete lay on the bed, Daniel beside him, and Pete started to lick him all over, moving gradually down his body to his groin and arse. Pete took his time, removing the remainder of Daniel's clothing, exploring the tastes and smells of his new master. Daniel was enjoying the feeling of being licked, and could smell the urine in Pete's hair, and on his body, as the body heat warmed the liquid and allowed the aroma to enter his senses. At first it was a pungent aroma, but as the body heated up, the smell became more sensual, like two dogs on heat, allowing their urine to sexually excite and bring them together. Pete started to probe Daniels arse with his tongue. This was new to Daniel. Even when masturbating as a kid, he had never used his arse or prostate to enhance his sexual urge. He never knew the feeling that Pete was now giving him, the feeling of Pete's tongue entering his arse, and withdrawing, only to penetrate again, and wiggle about inside his anal passage. Being a slave, Pete was expert at pleasuring his master. Rimming was also new to Daniel, and Pete knew that this would have to be gentle at first, till Daniel felt the pleasure. His tongue was soft and gentle on Daniels anal rim, licking and gentle little love bites, the tongue again entering his arse.

Daniel could see that Pete was rock hard, and see also, that Pete was ready to enter him. Pete was well built both muscular, due to his hard labouring work, and sexually with a cock as big if not bigger than his own. Pete moved his head up level with Daniels, and whispered in his ear. "This will be painful at first, but please trust me, it will ease and you will have the most pleasurable night of your life." He then kissed Daniel passionately around the neck, as he probed with his cock in Daniels arse, gently rubbing and pushing to gain entry. He was patient, but finally, he succeeded in getting Daniels arse to open and accept his head. Daniel felt the sharp pain as Pete's cock entered, and wanted to pull away, but Pete held him there, pushing and withdrawing slightly, until with a scream, Daniel felt Pete enter him fully. The pain was sharp and he felt he was splitting from end to end, and then felt his muscles start to relax. Wonderful warmth flowed through him, as Pete started to move inside him. He wanted to get his body closer to this warm strong body. Daniel started to sob quietly. Tears started to run down his cheeks. He felt so good, he had never felt so loved as at this moment. He never wanted it to stop, and cried out for Pete to keep going, harder, harder, faster, faster. Pete was starting to snort, to breath hot breath over Daniels neck, dribbling on his shoulder, and giving Daniel love bites, some hard, some soft. Pete was fucking Daniel harder now and with a sense of urgency. He came inside Daniel with a gush of hot cumm, spewing into his glory hole. Daniel could feel the warm liquid fill his anal passage, and the feeling was one of wonder and love for this young guy who had just given him the love he had been seeking all these years.

Exhausted, Pete lay on his back after withdrawing from Daniel, his large cock, softening and lying to the side like a limp sausage. Daniel looked over, saw Pete's eyes were closed, and decided to suck him clean. He leaned over, placed his head on Pete's lower torso, and started to lick his cock. He did not know what to expect, but he did not find it unpleasant, so he took the cock in his mouth and sucked it clean. Pete opened his eyes, pulled Daniels head up level with his, placed his lips on his, and started to kiss him. Both Daniel and Pete knew at that moment, that they would be partners for a long time.

Daniel fell asleep with Pete wrapped in his body. He awoke with a raging horn. Pete was awake, lying on his side looking at him. "Wondered when you would wake and let me have that muscle of your's" said Pete with a big smile. Daniel smiled back and kissed him, pulling his body towards him. "You're a glutton for punishment, but if you insist, then how can I resist." Daniel said laughingly. They both started exploring each other's body, hands moving over every inch of each other. Pete loved to run his hand over Daniels shaved head, calling him his "Sexy little cue ball". Daniel moved around and started to lick Pete's hairy back. The night's frolics had left Pete with a salty taste of sweat and urine, turning Daniel on even more. Daniel moved his lips and tongue down Pete's back to his arse, and decided to try rimming, as Pete had done the night before. He tasted good, his arse had an unusual flavour, and smell, but it was a smell he had known before, and realised it was a smell he had sensed in his dreams before meeting Pete. Yes, he had known this smell and taste before, even though this was his first time. It was his dream smells of workmen. His dream tastes of sweaty, dirty workmen and their clothing. Now he knew this was meant to be and he started to probe Pete's arse. Licking and biting his arse, loving this arse, loving this taste and smell.

He started to probe Pete, pushing gently at first, then as he felt Pete's sphincter muscle start to give, he pushed harder and entered Pete fully. Once again, Pete let out a small gasp, and then relaxed as Daniel started to pump him. Daniel was in fifth heaven, pumping his smelly, dirty workman, and his sexual ardour rose quickly. Pete could feel Daniel coming quickly to the boil, and when he felt Daniel was about to cum, he shouted for Daniel to withdraw, and cumm on his back. Daniel did as he was told, and shot his load onto Pete's back. It squirted almost up to Pete's neck, and spread over the back quickly. Daniel felt the pulsations ease, and then lay on Pete's back, using the cumm as a lubricant. It felt good, his bodily fluids mixing with their sweat, being held between them. With Pete and Daniel curled up together, they both fell asleep, safe in the knowledge they would be together in the morning.

Daniel woke first. Pete was still curled up against him, still in his leather harness, dog collar and lead still attached. He looked so peaceful lying there. Daniel knew they would have to dress shortly, and leave, Pete to work, Daniel for home, then the unemployment office. He hated his weekly visits to the dole queue, he felt like he was sponging off everyone, but he knew he was trying hard to get a job, even if nobody else did. Daniel lay on his side looking at the peaceful sight of Pete. His muscular body, his ruffled hair, his shadowed face, roughened by a day old beard. His hands, strong and callused, nails broken and split from heavy manual labour. Hardly a Casanova, but he was his, at least for last night anyways. "What you thinking" Pete had woken up while Daniel was daydreaming, and gave him a fright. "You." Daniel said quietly. "You sleep like a baby, curled up in my body. Your leather harness looks great on you, and you have an incredible body. I love the way your workman hands are rough on me when we are feeling each other. You look good in a day old beard too. You should keep it like that, it gives you character." Pete was fully awake now, and had that impish look on his face. "I don't have to ask you what you are thinking. It is as clear as day." Daniel could see in Pete's eyes that sex was the only thought on his mind at that moment. Pete moved to face Daniel, then started to rub him in the crutch, and his cock. He then started to run his fingers around and into Daniels arse, probing and trying to get a reaction from him. Daniel responded quickly, with his cock filling with blood and strengthening to a full erection within seconds. Pete grabbed him, and led him into the bathroom, and tuned on the shower. It was hot and the two of them climbed in together. They both had hard cocks now, and started to lather each other up. Pete was licking him and kissing him constantly, while fingering him. Then Daniel felt Pete push 2 fingers into him, then after a short play in his arse, force 3 then 4 fingers. Daniel was starting to go crazy. The fingers were producing an erotic feeling in him, and he did not want Pete to stop. His body quivered and spasm, and he shot his load, but Pete did not stop. He felt his arse being stretched, and Pete was now on the floor of the shower on his knees. Daniel wanted whatever Pete was doing or going to do, even though he was not sure he knew what it was. It just felt so erotic, so good. Again he felt his arse being stretched, soap being applied and lathered up, Pete caressing his cock, and his balls. He felt sudden pain. Deep, sharp, thick pain, and then it eased. His muffled scream was finished with a sigh of acceptance and joy. Pete's fist was now inside Daniel's anal passage, and Pete was feeling his lower bowel and prostate. Again Daniel stiffened and without control, blew his load again, and a third time, before Pete removed his fist slowly and gently. Daniel knew his arse would take time to recover from the stretching, and had already felt the muscles relaxing, although liquid continued to run out and down his leg into the running water of the shower. Daniel's cock was still hard, and Pete still had his leather harness on. He grabbed the lead, swinging Pete around before him. This time, Daniel was going to treat him with roughness and more violence than last night. He placed his cock in Pete's crack, moved it around slowly spreading the soap suds into the anal passage, then without any probing, rammed home his cock into Pete. Pete was not expecting this action, and gave out a small scream, but soon was sighing in ecstasy, as Daniel got into his rhythm, and started pounding his arse relentlessly. Harder, faster, rougher than last night, just to teach this slave he cannot take liberties with his master, even if he did like being fisted. Daniel cumm again for the 4th time that morning, and spent, he lay on the floor of the shower. Pete remained standing, looking down at this young master. Pete then stood over Daniels head and started to piss on him. Daniel looked up, this wonderful warm liquid pouring over his shaven head; he looked into Pete's eyes, then opened his mouth, and drank his sweat love. He didn't flinch. Pete smiled, finished pissing, and then sat beside him in the shower, the water running over them both. They embraced, kissed, deep throated, tongue swallowing, saliva dripping kisses. They did not have to say anything. They were in love with each other.

Daniel helped Pete dry himself, although, licking him dry was not exactly the normal method. Pete then dried Daniel in an equally exotic way, by sucking and blowing the water off his body. It sent little ripples of skin creep over his body. Pete dressed first. He took his underwear out of his draw, and began to put them on. Daniel did everything next to knocking him out, to try and stop him. Daniel repeated this action with each piece of clothing, licking and smelling everything Pete put on. His boots were divine. The smell of foot rot, rotting leather from years of working in mud and sewerage, they tasted good too, as Daniel licked them top to bottom. His overalls, with the slight stench of sewerage, earth and mud, urine and dirty bodies. All could be found on the overalls, and Daniel was already stiff and rearing to go again. The donkey jacket was too much for Daniel, and he blew his load again, only this time it was over Pete's boots and jacket. Daniel quickly began to lick it up, leaving nothing but a damp tongue mark on the boots. Pete started to lick Daniels shaven head, and suggested Daniel gets dressed. Reluctantly, Daniel agreed, and started to put his skin gear on again. His underwear was a white "Y" front brief. Nothing unusual for guys in the area, but Pete laughed. 'We will have to get you some passion pants soon as we can Daniel. Can't let my friends see you in those. Anyway, underwear is a status symbol, and careful thought should be used to determine who you really are, and buy accordingly. The shirt and bleachers were next, with the braces still attached to the bleachers. Once again, Pete started to lick his crutch through his bleachers, leaving a damp patch on the front. His socks were a thick white work sock, and when his "Docs" were on, he rolled the top over the boot top. The boot top just disappeared under the cuffs of the bleachers. "I saw some great boots down the markets last week end. They were a combat style boot, with a thick chunky work sole, and a steel cap on the outside. They had metal studs in the sole too. Studded work boots really turns me on. They sound great on the cobbled stones in the high street, and they taste good too. I will buy you a pair on Saturday. Now, lets get your jacket, and go into the terminus and have breakfast before catching the bus into town. Dad will go out to the job if I am not at the bus stop, and I will meet him out there. He is used to me being late. Hasn't sacked me yet." Said Pete.

As they were about to leave, the front door opened, and a guy walked in, dressed in the usual workman clothing of the area. Daniel assumed this was Pete's flatmate. Pete introduced him as Harry. "Got yourself a skin this time Log, coming up in the world, better than the homeless tramps you've had recently. I must admit, your taste is improving." Pete looked at Harry and with a smirk on his face said, "He definitely tastes good Harry. Might let you taste him too one day, if you are good, but don't count on it." We walked out, and left for the bus terminus. The area was busy with other youths in working clothes walking with us towards the terminal. Most had on overalls, work boots and donkey jackets. I wished I could be and look like them, but I was a skin, and my life was for the skins, and would never be as they were. They were the sheep, like my brothers and my father. Baa, no, I was determined not to be a sheep.

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