SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 4

Pete left me at the bus terminal in town, and I walked over to the coffee shop near the unemployment office. The office would not open for another _ hour. I entered the coffee shop, and saw it was almost empty. Over in a far corner, was a youth I had seen in the unemployment office several times. I ordered coffee and a round of toast. I was hungry after the night's delights. With coffee and toast in hand, I was about to sit in a far cubical, when I thought, no, I will sit with the youth. I walked over to him, said "Mind if I join you?" He looked up, nodded and I sat down. "Seen you several times in the unemployment queue. Having no luck yet?" I said trying to sound friendly. The youth was dressed in the usual work clothing of overalls, boots and donkey jacket, and a cloth cap on his head. I could smell his body warmth coming through his cloths. His work cloths, although not dirty, gave off an odour of cheap washing powder, and constant use. They were well worn, hinting that they were possibly hand-me-downs from brother or father. He was too young to have worn them out at his young age. "Just nothing around, even the processing factory won't take me." He said sadly. "It just pisses me off. I get good marks at school, and still can't get a job. Don't know why I bother." I agree with him. "Daniel's my name, by the way, what's your's?" He does not look up; his head bent forward looking into the depths of his mug of tea. "Larry, seen you around too. You're a poof aren't you?" I was stunned. I did not know what to say. I just sat there looking at him. "Saw you in the park last week, sitting outside the toilets. I went in, but you did not come in after me. Why not? Don't you like me?" Larry had caught me out and I was unaware of how obvious I must have been. Pete had picked up on it and had made his play, but Larry was obviously shyer than Pete, or less forward at any rate. "Yeh, I am gay, but I did not realise it fully till recently. I hope I did not offend you. My apologies if I did. Anyway, how did you know? Was I that obvious?" He then looked up at me, and looked fully into my eyes. I was transfixed. They were the bluest eyes I had ever seen, like the tropical waters you see in the movies. Calm, deep and deceiving. "Your eyes looked me up and down, and you followed me all the way to the toilets with your eyes. I thought you would join me. I waited for 20 minutes, but you never came in. When I left, you watched me all the way to the end of the park. I knew you were gay, but thought you just weren't interested in me. I had seen you there a couple of times, and I really wanted you. I cried that night. I thought you did not want me. Now you come over and sit with me. Are you playing with me?" I was stunned. Emotional men were new to me. A man was not emotional in public. That's the rules. I did not make them, man made that rule. His hands were clasped in front of him, around his mug of tea. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. I moved my hand and placed it on one of his. "I only had my first gay encounter yesterday." I said quietly. "I knew I was different, but being gay was never in my mind until Pete sat next to me in the park, and I smelled his manhood and found it tuned me on. We spent last night together, and I realised I was gay, not just curious, but really gay. After last night, I could never go to a woman for sex again." I was sincere. It was my feelings I was talking about now, not just trying to console him.

We sat and talked for over an hour. Larry perked up a bit, and we talked about how he realised he was gay, and when. He said he knew he was gay when at school. At 15, he had a schoolmate who used to study with him at his house, and they used to suck each other off, and masturbate together. His mate moved before they finished school, when his father was promoted and they moved to London. He realised when he had gone how much he missed him, and used to dream of being fucked, and fucking him. He then started to frequent the park during the lunch hours, and found many guys willing to fuck him in the toilet. Some even offered him money, which he took to give him more spending money, and found he enjoyed it more and more. Now he goes up to London about once a month to the gay bars and clubs. He never had to pay for accommodation while there, as he had always found a friend for the weekend. Larry was a year older than Daniel, and had finished school over a year ago. Daniel was determined not to be on the dole that long. "When are you going up to London again?" Daniel asked. "Next weekend. I have been asked to go to a party by the guy I found last time I was up there. He likes me to wear my tight jeans and work boots, and tight T-Shirts. He is a leather man. He dresses in all leather, and loves bondage. He had me in chains last time. I had never had sex in chains before, and it was very sexually exciting. He has a lot of gear, and promised to try other toys on me next time we got together." Larry's eyes were lighting up again. He obviously was looking forward to next weekend. "How about we go together next weekend, and you can show me some of the bars and clubs?" Larry thought about it for a while before agreeing. "I won't take your boyfriend away from you if that's what you are thinking." I said jokingly. "It's not that." He said. "You are a skin. Skins are not liked in most of the gay bars, but now I think of it, there is a club in London for gay skins. I have been there once. Got picked up, and spent the weekend with him, but he was very rough, and I could not sit down or shit without a lot of pain for almost a week afterwards. You guys always play so rough?" "Normally yes, but we can be gentle when we have to, but we don't need to very often. Being rough is part of what we are. We are working class, and proud of our working class roots. We all learnt to look after ourselves at a very young age, or we would not have survived. Working class means living in council estates, and going to the lower level of public schools. These schools are there to lock us up for the day, not to teach us. They are there to keep us from increasing the crime rate. If you were not a member of a gang, you got the shit kicked out of you every day. Being part of the skins meant I did the kicking.

They left the coffee shop and walked over to the dole queue. There were over 40 men in the queue, and each was as well dressed as they were. Each hoped to get a job today. Each was willing to give his sole for a job. Casual work was also up for grabs, but was given to the first in line each time, and being first in the queue was important for the married guys. The single guys could survive on the pittance handed out each fortnight by the government. They stood in the queue for about an hour, before one of the clerks came up to them. "I have a casual job for 2 young men. Are you interested?" Both Larry and Daniel were shocked. They were still about 30 from the desk, and casual jobs were never theirs. "Yeh, sure." Said Larry and Daniel together. "Good." Said the clerk. "Follow me, I will give you the address. It may be just a few hours, but may be for a couple of days." Daniel was intrigued. "What is the job about?" The clerk looked at him, and smiled that knowing smile that said 'me to know, you to find out' look. "Photographers models. They wanted a guy with a shaven head, and a young working class lad. You 2 fitted the bill nicely. Here, sign this slip, and take it to the cashier. It will pay you for transport to the place of employment, and cover lunch for today. If you work other days, you are entitled to claim up to 3 days each week for 4 weeks, so keep your bus tickets and lunch receipts."

They both left together, and caught the bus to the southern suburbs, to a little centre called Sunshine. There were a few of the normal corner shops, grocers etc, and a couple of arts and craft shops, antique dealers, and a pawnshop. Above the biggest antique dealers was 'Arts Productions'. It was located on the 1st floor, and apart from the front foyer, was just a large room, which looked like it had once been a dance studio. There were several sets spread around the room, with lights situated at several positions. Each had 2 video cameras on tripods set up. A woman came up and introduced herself as Miriam, and asked if we had been told what the work involved. We answered in the negative. "Fuck those dole clerks. It happens every time. We ask for 2 gay guys, and they send 2 straight guys, and we have to delay shooting again. Sorry loves, not your fault, but I am pissed off." Daniel spoke first. "Why gay guys?" Miriam looked at him. "Are you thick or something love, this is a porn studio. We don't make kiddies films here. This is strictly hardcore gay porn. Ok, see the girl outside, and she will give you 2 a couple of pounds for your troubles." With that, she turned and started to walk off. "We are both gay." Larry said in a strong voice. Miriam stopped, tuned and looked at them both. Strip for me down to only what god gave you. Come on, I haven't got all day. Larry and Daniel looked at each other, Daniel nodded to Larry, and they both started to strip. Both were a little bashful at first, but when the receptionist walked in and went straight over to Miriam and kissed her, they realised Miriam was a lesbian, so their nakedness was of no consequence to her. They then started to relax. Miriam turned towards them, "Have you 2 had sex together before?" Larry nodded in the negative. "Good, this will be easier for you if you have not been together before. OK, the story is about 2 guys who meet in a bar, and find they are attracted to each other. They go to a local hotel room to make love. One is a skin, the other just a local gay out for a good time. They have great sex together, and the skin then suggests they go back to his place for more sex. Unbeknown to the gay guy, the skin has a nasty side to him, and as soon as they arrive at his home, offers the guy a drink, which he has drugged. The guy wakes up to find he is shackled and in a cage, and is a skin slave. The skin means to keep him that way till he tires of him. The gay guy fights to free himself, but finds that the more he fights, the more he enjoys his slavery. Do you object to being given a shaved head for the part?" Larry looked at Daniel. "No, I can handle it, it will always grow back if I decide I don't like it." Daniel laughed, "If I don't like it you mean." They both laughed. Miriam walked out of the room, and after about 20 minutes, came back with some costumes on a rail. "Incidentally, you will be paid £1000 each, and sign off all rights to %. This film will be distributed in Great Britain, USA and all foreign markets we deal with. If you are ok, we may get you back for more films later. Both of you will be here day and night for the next week. Any questions?" Both Larry and Daniel were stunned, both by the money offered, and the fact that they would stay at the studio for a week. "We would have to go get clothes and things." Daniel said apprehensively. "No time, we have everything you need here. All food, clothing and comforts will be provided during the time required for making the film." With that said, Miriam again walked out the room, leaving them standing there stark naked. There was a bed over in one set, and a couch in another. They decided to move over to the couch, and sat down together. Daniel placed his hand on Larry's shoulder, and pulled him to him. Larry laid his head on his shoulder, and lay there saying nothing. Daniel could smell Larry's body. It was manly, heady, and he realised he was getting a hard-on. Looking down, he saw Larry was already hard. Daniel pulled him closer. "Any objections to being my skin slave? You will look good shaven. That's a great mop of blonde hair you have there, pity to shave it all off." Larry looked up at him. "We will miss the party in London. Maybe the following weekend we can go instead."

Animal lust then took over, as Daniel leaned over and kissed Larry, their tongue's moving together in each other's mouths. Both started to feel and grope each other, and lust got the better of them both. Daniel could hold back no longer, and moved his face down level with Larry's cock, and started to lick his balls, and scrota. His tongue moved lower, and licked Larry's arse, probing him, licking and rimming him. Larry was crying out with lust, jerking himself off as Daniel brought him to a full orgasm, and his cumm spewed out all over Daniels shaven head, and his own torso. Meantime, Daniel was so hard, it hurt, and as Larry finished licking off the cumm off Daniels shaven head, Daniel licked Larry clean, then probed with his cock. Larry was well ready for him, and Daniel had no trouble entering him. He worked him slowly at first, building up his rhythm, faster and faster. Larry felt good; his tight but malleable arse fitted him well, held him firm. He could feel Larry's muscles work with him to pleasure him. Daniel started to get rougher, started to pound him again and again, faster, faster, till he came inside Larry with a gush of cumm, and a wild sense of relief. He was happy, he was firm in his feelings that he was gay, and that a man could satisfy his every need. They lay down on the couch together, Larry in Daniel's arms, feeling his strength surround him. While together like this for about 10 minutes, Miriam then walked in with 4 guys. "Congratulations guys, your screen test was a success, and we have our first scene on film. Sorry to trick you like that, but we had to make sure you were gay, and not just saying so to get a job. We will start filming in 30 minutes. These are the clothes required. Get dressed and have a cup of coffee. Smoke over there if you wish. Pointing to an area near the coffee machine." They both remained on the couch for a few minutes, the 4 guys starting their preparation work on the sets. Both Daniel and Larry had been so involved with each other, they had not realised the cameras had been running while they had had sex.

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