SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 1 - Life's Journey

Life was confusing for a 16-year-old boy in the mid 60's living on a small island. Everyone knew every bodies business before you knew it yourself. My father was forever advising me on how to woo the women, whilst my mother was exercising her right as a "God fearing" Christian to instruct me on how not to sow my wild oats, and to always carry a condom, just in case. I was totally confused, especially when pictures of naked and big bosomed women were not as stimulating as my father had told me, and my pictures of James Dean and Frankie Avalon creamed my jeans every time. By 16, I had learnt to control my habit of cumming in my jeans but the erections were a much harder habit to cure.

I was working as an apprentice motor mechanic: my wage was little more than the pocket money my parents had given me as a young teenager. I worked long hours and got all the menial or dirty jobs my boss Jim thought would put hair on my chest. Fat chance of that happening. I was already shaving daily as my jet black hair was rough and left a 5 o'clock shadow even at 16 years old, a throw back to my Basque ancestors, but no chest hair. I prayed often to whoever was listening up there to please give me chest hair so I could prove to finally be a man. There was plenty of this thick black hair in every conceivable place on my body except my chest and my back. As an apprentice, my money seldom allowed me the luxury of clothing for purposes other than work. Overalls, steel capped hobnailed work boots, a donkey jacket and cloth cap. I looked like a mini version of my father. Man how I hated that look. I would do anything to get rid of that look.

It was a Saturday morning in late January when Jim asked me to look at a Bedford truck that had broken down in the High Street. It was blowing a gale straight off the English Channel from the North Sea. They said the temperature was 34 deg. F, but the wind chill was high and the actual temperature was about 24 deg. F, 8 deg. below freezing. I was wrapped in my donkey jacket, scarf, and cap with toolbox in hand. I had to walk about a mile to reach the truck and when I got there, there was nobody around, so I lifted the engine panels and started to look for the obvious problems, loose plug leads, distributor cap cracked or loose, points closed or fuel bowl empty. Bingo, fuel bowl empty. Was it a fuel blockage, fuel pump fucked, or an idiot driver who forgot to fill the fuel tank?
"Fucking cold out here boy, what you found"
The voice was young, about 22 or 23, a crude workman voice but with a soft Irish lilt to it.
"Your fuel bowl is empty, is your fuel tank full" I asked
"Sure is, I filled it at the wharf last night" he said
"Turn the engine over a couple of times for me will yeh" I asked, still not knowing who I was talking too as my head was buried in the engine compartment.
He walked slowly to the driver's side of the truck and leant into the cab and hit the start button located on the floor of the truck. I had been looking to see if I could see what he looked like, I had already felt my groin reacting to his voice, and was desperately trying to hide my excitement by leaning over the engine. The engine turned slowly at first, then a little faster. I had removed the fuel line to see if the pump was working, but alas the pump had chosen this cold miserable day to give up the ghost and refused to give the life giving juice it was designed to deliver. My juices however, were starting to flow and burst unexpectedly from my hard throbbing penis, as I saw this muscular shaven headed god standing before me. He had moved to my side while I was checking the fuel pump and caught me by surprise. With my mind caught napping, I had lost my control and had saturated the crotch of my overalls.
He didn't miss a thing: he just grabbed my crotch and gently massaged the wet area. His hands were large and callused, but as gentle as a surgeon. I was surprised and embarrassed, but did not move or react and he looked at me with a smile from ear to ear.
"Enjoying that lad aren't you" he said warmly "you wouldn't want it to freeze in your underwear on a cold day like this, could get very nasty that would, would ruin you for life and we can't have that now can we"
I just nodded in agreement, lost for words and just enjoying the feel of his hands on my crotch. He moved them slowly up and down, then a little more firmly and more in a circular motion and before I realised what was happening, I had a full erection and was filling my overalls all over again. My face was red I was sure, but he just kept smiling at me and continued gently massaging my crotch. After about 20 mins of this he asked if I was cold. I said I was but I could stay here all day if he wanted me too. He just grinned and flicked his head to the left and said, "Come lad, let's get a cup of tea"
I agreed and followed him, toolbox in hand, to the corner shop, which was a tearoom, but instead of entering the tearoom entrance, he opened the door next to it and beckoned me in.
This was the door to my new life, a life I never knew existed, a life I grew to love, a life of a culture I was to grab with relish and determination.

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