SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 8 - Fisting

Mick cleaned up and pulled the bedding from the bed. He removed a rubber sheet from the cupboard, the type used in hospitals for incontinent patients, only big enough to cover the whole bed and able to be tucked under the mattress. From under the sink he grabbed a jar of Vaseline petroleum jelly. He told me to strip completely and he did the same. It was cool, but the site of the rubber sheet excited me, even more so when I felt the rubber under my back. It was cool to start with, but warmed up quickly. Mick started to smother my arse with jelly, and his right hand and arm up to his elbow. Now I understood what fisting was, and I was filled with nervous excitement. This was a big step in our relationship. This was training of a different nature, where trust was as important as love.

Mick started slow, probing gently with his fingers, 2 at first then 3. He moved them about inside me then spread them, stretching me just slightly. I realised then, he had inserted all his finger and was gently moving his hand in and out as far as the knuckles. Then with one almighty push he was in. I screamed with the pain, and he smothered my scream with his mouth and kissed me softly. His fist was in and he started to move it around inside me. My muscles were screaming too, trying to eject this foreign object from its cavity. Mick was gentle and moved slowly waiting for the muscle cramps to ease, which they did after about 10 minutes. I then found the feeling of Mick inside me sexually exciting as he started to play with my internal sex areas.

The lubrication jelly was starting to ooze out onto the rubber, with resulting slipping and sliding, with Micks movements inside me and my resulting orgasmic moves. My legs were over Micks big shoulders and he started to lick me all over, not his passionate love making lick, but an animal like frenzy coupled with bites and scratching with his left hand as he moved his fist further and further into my body cavity. I came several times mostly over Micks face as he continued to lick and bite my stomach, chest and cock. The cum, mixing with his sweat, was running off him in big globules and running over my chest. My balls hurt and wanted to keep cumming, every time I came, my cock continued to remain erect and Mick would stimulated me to orgasm again and again. Mick was whipping me into a frenzy as I bit and scratched at his body, his manipulation of my erogenous zones were more than I could bear. Mick was now snorting so loud and my screams of passion so insistent I thought we would both die of a heart attack. This went on for several hours, Mick pushing ever deeper, me cumming time and again, the cum and the Vaseline mixing between our bodies giving added lubrication to out sweat.

Finally Mick began to slow, sliding his arm and fist in and out, further out each time. He took almost half an hour to finally remove his fist from my arse, and then still remained with his fingers for another 10 minutes. As he removed his hand, I placed my hands on his head and licked off the cum from his face and he grabbed me and hugged me almost squeezing the life out of me.
"Man you are amazing." He said with a look in his eyes I had never seen before. "You seem to be able to satisfy my every desire and yet look for more. You accept pain as if it is a divine right, and react with every move and motion I make."
"No Mick, you are the amazing one. You know how to bring the animal out in me and exploit it to the max. You know my every wish and desire. You control me and yet allow me to master you. I am a kid you are my master. I am your's to use and abuse until eternity." I was serious and Mick knew it.
"No young Johnnie, I am your master to train you to be a master of your own slave one day. We all have a duty to teach what we are taught, so we may keep the culture alive. No, one day we will go our separate ways. We will know when. Moreover, when that day comes, we will rejoice not despair. For life and love must go on, to perpetuate the species, to keep the skinheads and the queer skinheads alive and a force to be reckoned with. I told you at the start. Once a skin always a skin. You will die a skin young Johnnie, a queer skin, and you will have trained many more queer skins to keep our crew and our brotherhood alive for eternity.

So Frankie was right, Mick would train me then free me to train others. The thought intrigued me, would I ever be able to do what Mick had done that cold winter morning at the truck? Could I just walk up to a perfect stranger and grab his cock and start massaging it? Yeah, I could. I was stronger now than that day. Mick had shown me a life of strength and I was lapping it up, learning the arrogance, the anger, the strength, and the loyalty that a skin needs to survive. Yes I would survive. I was a skin.

Cleaning up was almost as much fun as the sex. After washing each other, punctuated by my sucking off Mick and Mick licking my cock and stomach clean, we washed off the rubber sheet then Mick threw the bedding over the rubber sheet and we slept cuddled up together slipping and sliding on the rubber. It was a wonderful night, but alas the morning came too soon, and time once again for Mick to leave, and for me to head up to my room. Another day of leisure for me with the workshop closed. I lay down for a while, dreaming of the fantastic night of sheer animalistic pleasure I had experienced. In less than 3 weeks my life had changed forever. For me it was for the better, but If my parents had known, I believe my father would had killed me rather than be shamed. I knew I could never confide in my mother or my father. Like David, I had to try and keep this from them for as long as I could. I was not ashamed of being queer but my love for my parents stopped me from hurting them. Allowing them to know I was queer would have hurt my father deeply. Even though he had thrown me out, I still loved him dearly. I wanted his acceptance of me as I was, but knew I could and would never have it. I now knew why David was hesitant in telling me his secret, why he will never tell my parents he is queer, why he and his boyfriend will move out of the island forever.

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