SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 9 - Babe

Mum met me as usual in the park for smoke, even though it was cold. They predicted snow for today, but the wind was strong and unlikely snow would fall until the wind dropped. Jim's daughter had telephoned mum and asked if she could tell me that the equipment in the workshop was up for sale and she wanted me to have first option to buy. She also wanted me to go to the workshop and check all the vehicles and see what I could fix, and let Frankie's boss know what should be sent over to him, as he had offered to fix the remaining cars to keep faith with Jims customers. I was to be at work tomorrow morning at 8 am and she would meet me there and give me the key. We talked a little as I ate, just the usual gossip, dad was not mentioned.

I decided to tell mum I was not going to come home. I told her of the room I had and how Mick had helped me. I was happy where I was, with my new found freedom being a bit hard to give up. Mum was visibly upset, but she knew dad and I would never make up enough for me to live back at home.
"I like your new look John, it suits you, gives you character. You are growing up John faster than I wished, but you are a good strong lad and will do well. Just stay out of trouble, that means fights too." She said sternly. Mum could never stay mad at me. I was her baby: I will always be her baby and could do no wrong.

We parted after a brief hug and I headed for Frankie's workshop. Frankie was out back when I arrived, and his boss, Garry, came over to me, and introduced himself. "Jim thought highly of you John, felt you were a good mechanic. Frankie said so too. Pity I cannot put you on here: I have 2 apprentices now plus Frankie, and have just enough work for them all. Have you thought of keeping the workshop open by yourself? The equipment would only cost you about £150, if that? I know his daughter would be open to suggestions. Never look a gift horse in the mouth young lad."
I was astounded by what he said. I had not even considered taking it on by myself.
"I am only at the end of my second year. Who would sign my indentures?" I said to him
"I would." he said. "Frankie and I will keep an eye on you and if you have a problem you just ring us." I was stunned, but intrigued. Could I do it? Of course I could, I was a skin, I could do anything I set my mind too. Dam it, I was going to give it a go, but where would I get the money.
"Oi Johnnie, how they hanging mate." It was Frankie returning from the back. Frankie came over to me and whispered in my ear, "Browns in the back. Go see if you can assist him in any way." He had that impish grin that made him so likable. I walked to the back and into the toilets. There was Brown, still wearing that same brown suit. I just looked at him and he immediately started to undo the buttons on my bleachers. This time he started to suck me off and probe my arse with his fingers. He was quivering with excitement. Sliding my cock in and out of his mouth, taking it as far down his throat as he could. It did not take me long to cum in his mouth, but he continued to probe my arse, then he started to move his tongue to my balls and then my arse. He probed my arse with his tongue while he started to pull himself off. I decided to give him his money's worth and started to pull his hand away. He looked at me and I smiled. He smiled back and let go of his cock and I started to pull him off while he probed my arse with his tongue. He became very excited and orgasmmed quickly, much quicker than last time. I pulled his head up and kissed him gently on the mouth, allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. He pulled back at first, and then pressed his mouth hard against mine. We pulled away gently and he looked at me.
"I like you Johnnie, do you want to make some real money?" With the weeks problems I was desperate to do anything to stay alive.
"Sure Mr. Brown, what you have in mind?'
"Do you have a place of your own? Is it private? Is it discrete?"
"Yeah sure." I gave him my address. He said he would be there at 1.30 pm and would I keep him 2 hours. I assured him he could have 2 hours and left him to clean himself up. Frankie asked me how much, and I said it had been a love job. Frankie got angry.
"There are no love jobs where skins are concerned. If they want you they pay." I walked out the workshop without saying anything more.

Mr. Brown arrived about 5 minutes early. He crept up the stairs as if there were sleeping children in the other rooms. He knocked gently on the door, so softly I hardly heard him. I let him in and saw he had a travel bag with him.
"I have brought a few play toys with me Johnnie, I hope you don't mind?" he had me intrigued, This I had to see, Mr. Browns secret play things. If they were as weird as he was I was in for an interesting 2 hours. Well, he did not disappoint me. The first thing to come out of the bag was a towelling nappy, followed by baby powder, Vaseline, rubber over pants, and an adult romper suit. I could not believe my eyes, and definitely had second thoughts.
"Don't be alarmed lad, there are many skinheads who wear these 24 hours a day. I know, I go to Southampton each year on business and spend a lot of time with them. I just want you to be a diaper skinhead for 2 hours, just for me. Nobody else needs to know." I was very uneasy about this and let him know how I felt.
"I will give you ten pounds if you will do this for me. I know it is not something you would normally do, but you are young and you really turn me on Johnnie, and you are worth every penny if you will do this for me. If you want to we can try it today and see how you go. If you are agreeable after today, we can do this every week for the same money. Ten pounds every week
"Just once a week Mr. Brown? Ten pounds for just once a week? Are you kidding? For ten pounds right now you can do anything your heart desires."
"Good, then we have a deal. Shake on it. If you have no objections at the end of today's session, we will meet every week at the same time for 2 hours and I will live out my fantasies with you."
"Agreed." I shook hands and began to undress. Mr. Brown asked me to call him daddy while we were in his 2 hours. I felt stupid but agreed.
"When you are naked, lay on the bed on your back and let me do all the moving of your body and your legs just like you were a real baby." He said as he laid out the nappy on the bed and positioned me on it. He then began to lift my legs up in the air exposing my bottom, kissing it, and doing the things mums and dads do with babies, blowing raspberries and bubbles on my backside. I was almost in hysterics, but remembered the 10 pounds. Next came the Vaseline around my cock, backside, crack, and balls. Finally the baby powder was liberally applied to my whole front and back from my crotch to my lower chest. The diaper was very large, and fitted fairly loosely at first, but a few small adjustments had it as firm as possible. The rubber pants were finally pulled on and I was sat up and hugged by "DADDY".
"Who's a lovely boy then?" he started to gush "whose daddies favourite boy then?" as he hugged me firmly but gently, kissing my head and face as he did so. "You can't play on the floor like that son, we will have to put you in your romper suit." Therefore, I was now a diaper skinhead in a romper suit if only for 2 hours a week.
I was embarrassed at first, hoping Mick would not come home from work early, and come up stairs to see me. After a while I felt better about it as "DADDY" played with me on the floor, constantly hugged and kissed me and frequently placed his hand inside my diapers to see if I was wet. I had no intention of wetting myself for him and I think he realised I had to be prodded along a little.
"DADDY wants to go toilet." With that, "DADDY" undid the snap fasteners on the romper suit and pulled the suit up over the top of the rubber over pants. He then unzipped his pants fly, removed his cock, and preceded to piss into the back of my diapers. It shocked me at first, but the warmth of the urine was actually quite nice and the feeling of the diapers socking up the liquid was soothing and felt good. I was surprised at my own reactions. "DADDY" then zipped up his fly, pulled down the rompers, and snapped the fasteners up again. We played for another half hour, with me in a wet diaper, before he checked my diapers and with a big Ohhh! and a big exaggerated surprised look on his face decided baby had to be changed. This scenario went on for the entire 2 hours and a little more besides, until he was satisfied with his fun and finally departed 10 pounds lighter.

The more I see of the queer life, the more I am enjoying the sheer variety of ways guys can get off. I know what Mr. Brown and I are doing is not legal, prostitution is not legal and fraught with danger, but I need the money and I will survive even if I have to prostitute myself. Between Mick, Frankie, and Brownie, I will see the best and worst side of homosexuality. Personally, I cannot wait. Excitement wells up inside me when I think of it. I want more: I lust for more and more, my body is becoming insatiable for raw animal sex and kinky sexual acts. The more I think of today's diaper fetish, the more I feel the diaper against my butt, the soft feel, the rubber over pants clinging to my skin near my navel, the feel of the romper suit and Brownie hugging and kissing me, fondling me. The pissing in my diapers was a sensation that I was now relishing with feelings of warmth and fatherly love. Brownie might be kinky but I think I am as kinky as he is. I can't wait till next week.

Mick and I met the guys down the pub around 8 pm. It was my shout, I said, and told them about Brownie and the 10 pounds, and what I had to do for it. Mick was laughing so much he fell off the bench, with most of the crew too and I was subjected to many jibes, but they all accepted the drinks, knowing that at this point I would have done anything to make money so I could prove to my dad I could do without him. Frankie winked at me knowing now why I had not charged Brownie that afternoon. When I left the Pub, I had been given a nickname the crew was to use for the rest of my life. Babe.

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