SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 7 - My New Life Begins

Once again we woke up cradled together, only this time I was cradling Mick in my loins, his back pressed to my chest, my head on his shoulders, his big, broad shoulders. It was 5.30, and Mick had to be on the wharf by 6.30am. We barely had time to wash and dress before we had to leave, Mick again dropping me off at work. Jim was late, and looked terrible. He had been ill for some time and his doctor had said he should give up work. He just couldn't, the garage was his life since his wife had died 3 years ago, and spending time alone in his home was not what he wanted out of what little life he had left. So Jim sold the house and moved into the shed at the back of the compound. He kept turning up for work, rain, hail or shine. Only today was the worst I had seen him. He was going to the doctor at 11.am and I was to close the workshop and have lunch till he returned. After fixing 3 cars with minor problems, mum arrived with my lunch and smoke. It was nearly 11 am, so suggested we went into the office, and sat down together. We talked about the family and the usual family gossip, and then I decided to let her know I was not going to come back home and how Mick had found me this room, the friendship we had developed and that I wanted to stay there. She was upset, but understood and said she would talk to dad and bring him round. Mum left about 12 pm and I waited for Jim to return.

Around 1 pm, Jim rang to say he was delayed and had to have some tests. He asked if I could work on the cars that were wanted for that day, and answer the phones, but not to take any more work. I said OK and started to fix the Morris 1000 out the back for Mrs. La Beau. The car's wipers were not working efficiently. While working on the car, Frankie came in. He was in his overalls and sought me out.
"Jim not in yet?" he asked
"No," I said, "Jim is at the Doc's."
"My boss heard he was ill and sent me over to keep an eye on you. Known Mick long?" he asked
"4 days, but it feels like I have known him forever. What about you, when did you meet Mick?"
"Met him about 2 years ago, when I had to go down the wharf to fix a truck. Mick was a crew boss on the wharf where the truck was. I was a skin then, but did not know how I felt towards men till I saw Mick standing there, stripped to the waist, sweat running off him and his tanned muscular body glistening in the sunlight. I was just awe struck and realised I had an instant hard on. I tried to hide it, but he saw me and came over. He suggested I go into the shed to cool down, as it was hot outside and he led me to a corner of the shed where there were low stacks of bagged materials, surrounded by high stacks of fruit. We had sex there and then. It was the first time I had fucked a man and it felt real good. Mick then asked me to meet the crew at the pub that night and the rest is history."
Frankie stayed all day, as Jim did not return that day, nor the next. Jim had had a heart attack, and was admitted to hospital that day. He was to remain there for 4 days then to be released to stay at home for 2 weeks. Frankie was loaned from the other garage for that time, as the owner was a good mate of Jim's. Frankie was also 22. He had been out of his apprenticeship over 4 years and was happy where he was, but the money was poor and Mick knew he had a lot of work coming for the crew in March so Frankie was going to leave the garage and start on the wharf. Mick was then going to run the truck as part of the crew.

I liked working with Frankie. Both being queer and skinheads made life at the garage fun. Frankie would make lured remarks to and about me and I would give him cheek back. Frankie never tried to feel me or approach me. He said he knew I belonged to Mick. He also said that Mick would look after me for a while, but I must start to look after myself, as a master was always looking for new slaves and slaves had to become masters in their own right. I was puzzled by this but thought no more about it. I would talk to Mick about it some time. Frankie had many special customers, as he called them, they always disappeared for a while before Frankie would look at their cars. I was curious and asked him what he was doing.
"They are my special customers Johnnie, you too will get them one day. They are the closet queers of the island. They come to suck me off. They are married guys who won't come out of the closet, but need male sex to keep their sex lives alive with their wives. They make the excuse the car needs repairs, I take them into the toilets and let them kiss me, hug me, and suck me off. They get off on it. Don't worry me, they pay good money, and the boss gets his cut too. I was shocked. I didn't think Jim would be that liberal, but then Jim didn't know I was queer. The next guy that came in for Frankie was about 40 years old and was the manager of the local CO-OP. Frankie took him to the toilets out back and was back in about 20 minutes. He walked over to me.
"Want some extra cash Johnnie me lad?" I wasn't sure if he was serious but nodded in the affirmative. "Good, go back there and let Mr. Brown give you a little lesson in toilet training."
I was hesitant at first but thought, "Hell what could go wrong, I needed the money that was for sure."
"Ok, does he want me to strip or anything?"
"Hell no, it is the overalls that turn him on. He also loves the fantasy of sucking off a greasy dirty mechanic. Give him a dirty pair of hands to lick first, and then he will go ape over you, so don't wash up."

I did what he said and walked hesitantly into the toilet. Mr. Brown was washing his hands, and I looked at him. His brown suit was ill fitting, a cheap cloth and badly made. He looked ridiculous in this setting, but it was his choice. I was hesitant at first, but said:
"I was just going to wash my hands" pretty lame but what else could I have said
"Let me look at your hands lad, how dirty are they. My, you have such good strong looking hands and so dirty, let me clean them for you." He proceeded to lick them clean and in the process I could see he was getting sexually excited. He then started to unbutton my overalls from the bottom upwards till he could pull my penis from my underwear. He started to massage my penis and I started to respond. I couldn't believe I was allowing this stranger to do this to me, I was starting to giggle inside, but then the sexual urges started to work on me. His mouth was now sliding over my cock, his tongue licking the head and stimulating me to erection. He unbuttoned more of my overalls so he could put his whole head inside my overalls. I could hold no longer and came in his mouth. He continued to hold my cock in his mouth while I softened. When he brought his head out, he placed both hands inside my overalls and started to fondle my body. He pressed his body up against mine, then pulled one hand out, undid his fly buttons and started to pull himself off all over me. When he was finished, I wiped my overalls off and washed my hands, Mr. Brown was cleaning himself up. He did not say anything: he just pulled out his wallet and gave me 2 pounds, and walked out.

"What did he give you man," Frankie asked as I entered the workshop. "Did he go all the way, suck you off and pull himself off too?"
"Yeh, he did both and had a fondle too" I said with a giggle. To me this was something new and different I had never thought of and never knew existed. "He gave me 2 pounds. Never said a word. He's weird." I said
"2 pounds? He really likes you then, I only get 1 pound 10 on a good day, and he has a real good fondle at that."

The next 3 days went quick. Frankie and I went to the hospital on Thursday night to let Jim know all was ok. Jim did not look much better. He was pale and had trouble breathing. His voice was a whisper. The bad news came about 3 pm Friday afternoon. Jim had passed away just after lunchtime, and we were to close the workshop as a mark of respect. Frankie's boss said not to open the workshop again till after the funeral, whenever that was going to be.

Jim had a daughter but no sons, so the future of the workshop was under a cloud, and so was my job. Although I liked Jim, I was not emotionally upset. Jim had never been that close, or at least had never tried to be more than my boss. I was more concerned at where I was going to get the money for my rent. This week was ok: I had the 2 pounds from Mr. Brown for services rendered, but what about next week. Food was a problem though, as I had relied on mum's lunch for my food and now the workshop was closed, so mum would not be there for me. I should not have worried, mum realised the problem and sent David with a message for me to meet her in the Botanic Gardens at 10 am each day. With out mum, life would have been very hard over the next 2 weeks.

Jim was buried on Tuesday. Only his immediate family, Frankie's boss, Frankie, and I attended the funeral. Because I had no clothes, I wore my skinhead clothes, with my donkey jacket over the top. Jim's daughter had only met me a couple of times, usually when her car needed repairs or a service. She recognised me despite my new look and after the service came over to me.
"I am going to close the workshop and sell the equipment. I am sorry John, but the business never made money, and I have enough problems without that too." I shook my head knowing I was now officially out of a job. She walked away with her husband and I turned to Frankie.
"Well, what do I do now Frankie? No job and a flat to keep."
"Cheer up Johnnie, life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it to. Look at last week for instance. Who would have predicted you would meet the love of your life, find out you were queer, get thrown out of home, turn into a male prostitute and loose your job. If you don't call all that life surprising you, then I don't know what would. Life has more in store for you yet, so don't give up hope." Wow Frankie was right, the last week had been an awesome experience, and I was still only 16. What would 17 bring?

The crew all met at the pub again that night. I was becoming a regular: so entering by myself was now possible, as the proprietor just accepted me as over 18 like the others. We all talked about the workshop, the tools and equipment going up for sale, with the workshop being available. Mick suggested Frankie and me set up in business together, saying Frankie's special services would keep them afloat. Money was of course the problem: none of us had much to talk of. However, if we pooled our resources, maybe we could come up with a plan. We were all in a jubilant mood as we left the pub that night and the rockers were no problem to handle.
"Like a quick stroll in the park." Frankie said as we Oi'd all the way up the high street. I was starting to get as cocky and as arrogant as the rest of them, Mick looking at me and grinning that grin that said: "I am going to fuck the arse off you tonight lad and it will hurt." I knew that grin and my groin was already reacting to the thought of the pain and ecstasy to come.

I just followed Mick into his room and before he could turn on the lights, I was already undoing his bleachers. He was also stimulated and his cock was fully erect when I released it from its containment. Mick undid my bleachers, pulled them down to my ankles, pulled down my underwear, and started immediately probing my arse. He was like a wild animal. He was snorting and breathing heavy, licking my neck as a lion licks the flesh before it tears the flesh off the bone. Mick needed to fuck me now and I needed his passion and violence to satisfy me too. Mick entered me and as he began his violent gyrations we fell onto the bed and writhed around blind to everything around us except our raw passions. Mick was pushing quicker and quicker while pulling me off too. His hands were rough and being callused made my cock raw, but the pain of this action made my orgasm more powerful and I came in Micks hands and on the bed. We lay there for some time while Mick softened and the sweat of passion ran from out foreheads and ran down into our shirts. Mick turned me round and started to lick the sweat from my head and forehead.
"You are becoming a good slave John, you can read your masters wishes and fulfil his needs beyond expectations. There are many more needs a master has, and you will be taught these needs soon. Tonight you will stay with me. You will be my lover, fulfil me, and see to my every sexual desire. Tonight I will use you for my perverse pleasure. You are ready to know the pleasure of fisting and I need to feel you inside. I need to feel your love inside you." Not knowing what fisting was, I was excited at the thought of Mick feeling my love inside me. What was fisting I did not know but was about to find out and it was to be an experience I will remember for its pain as much as for it's feeling of love and ecstasy.

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