SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 10 - The crew are Businessmen

When I left the room the next morning, I was freezing. Mick was still asleep and I had to wake him up. He dressed quickly, or as quickly as he could with me trying to suck him off while he shaved. We had slept in our own rooms last night for the first time since we had met. When we opened the front door, we were shocked to see it had snowed that night, with a light covering of snow over the high street. The truck was stubborn but started eventually. The wipers made no difference as they skidded over the ice on the windshield. Mick tried to scrape most of it off with his hands and came back in the cab blowing his hands trying to warm them. I grabbed them and placed them between my legs and clamped them tight. I felt him start to stir, but Mick was ahead of me.
"Not now Johnnie, we have work to do, plenty of time for that tonight." I was happy and showed it, singing to the music on the radio Mick had in the truck.
"How are you going to tackle Jim's daughter?"
"I don't know yet, but Gerry has suggested I continue the business with him and Frankie looking out for me."
"Could be just what you need. Listen to what she says this morning. You seem to be pretty shrewd, don't agree to anything you don't want too, but taking on the business is a big step. Don't give her an answer today. Tell her you would like to think about it and discuss it with friends first. Tell her you will give her your decision on Monday. I have a few thoughts I will discuss with you tonight."
"Ok, I will see what happens." I squeezed his cock as I exited from the cab and he grinned his masters grin.

Jim's daughter, I never knew her name, arrived about 10 minutes late. I tried to keep out of the wind but my ears and nose were blue with cold. Surprisingly my head was ok. We opened up, and I put the kettle on in the office. After I made the tea, we sat down in the office and she introduced herself as Miriam, and told me to call her that. She said she was not interested in keeping the business as she had 4 kids and her husband was a clerk in the island Government. Neither could run it nor afford to pay someone to do it for them. The equipment was mine. Jim had left it in his will to me. They had only seen the will yesterday, so they had not had time to let me know till today. The lease was good for 2 more years and was 5 pounds a week, paid to the real estate company in the high street. Jim had been almost broke when he died, and any money I could get back for the repairs still outstanding would be grateful. Unfortunately she could not pay me any wages I was owed, so any thing I could get would help.

We went through the accounts, searching for jobs not paid. We found about 85 pounds still to come, with several cars in various states of repair in the workshop. I promised to check them all out and see where we stood. While Miriam sorted out her fathers things to get rid of or keep, I checked out the cars. 3 could be fixed today and picked up that afternoon. 5 others needed a couple of days work as they were waiting for parts, and 2 had not been checked out yet, but I said I would look after the customers and sort them out. Miriam left at 11 am and thanked me for all I had done for Jim. She gave me the keys, saying I should consider keeping the business alive if I had any sense. No, she wanted no more from the business. It was mine if I wanted it. If not, I was to hand the key back to the real estate when all the cars and equipment were removed. After she left, I was ecstatic. It was all mine if I wanted it. I started to explore my new workshop. Jim never allowed me in some areas, and this was my chance to find out all about the joint.

Firstly the office. Small front counter, all the books still there, a small desk in one corner, book case with repair manuals a small electric fire and the door. The door I had never been in. Jim used to lay down every afternoon for an hour, and this was the door he went into. I opened the door. It was dark inside so I turned on the light. There was a bed with a bare mattress, a small radio on a chair next to the bed. There was a single door wardrobe which was now empty, a sink, a small counter top next to the sink and a kettle on the counter top. Man this was paradise. I could live here instead of the room in the attic. No, that was not what I wanted. Mick would be too far away. No, forget that idea.

The rest of the workshop was as I knew it, dirty, greasy, cluttered with engine parts stuck in every conceivable place. Jim never threw anything out, and knew exactly where it all was. A clean-up was definitely on the cards if I was to keep this workshop going.

The yard was typical of a garage outside area. Discarded engines, cylinder blocks and heads in a pile in one corner, grease soaked soil, vehicles in various states of repair and several wrecked vehicle skeletons. There was a gate with a driveway that led to the back lot, and a shed at the back. Jim lived in the shed after his wife died. He sold the house and gave the money to his daughter, saying she could do more with it than he could. I went into the shed. It was very big in length, almost the full width of the yard, and one room wide. It had 3 rooms. A lounge as you walked in, a bedroom to the left, and a kitchen on the right. It was nothing flash, but it was comfortable. All Jim's things had been moved out, and it was bare except for the wardrobe and the bed with mattress.

I went back to work fixing what I could. I fixed the 3 cars by lunchtime, when mum arrived. I had turned on the fire in the office and we sat in a warm place for a change. I told her what Miriam had said, and mum was happy.
"I knew Jim would not let you down. He liked you very much. You were the son he never had. He told me that many times when we met him down the pub."
"I never considered him leaving me the tools and stuff. I was going to buy it all somehow. Now I can consider taking the workshop on with little cost." I told her what Gerry had said, and she started to weep.
"Oh Johnnie, you really are growing up. I am proud of you. So will your dad, but he will not admit it to you or anyone. Just believe me when I say he will be proud. Johnnie, please don't be too hard on your father. He loves you, really he does, but he will not loose face over this and any reconciliation will have to come from you. He will make it hard, but he wants to be friends with you again, just be patient."
"I know mum, it is just that I would love him to be with us now and help me celebrate my new life." We ate lunch in a jovial mood: I even brought the little radio into the office and had music playing. I started to move around to the music on the radio, moving my hips, gyrating. It was sensual, sounds from the Caribbean reggae and I was all consumed by it. Mum just sat and looked at me laughing. I was in another world: it affected me like nothing else. It hit the passions in me. While this was happening, Mick walked into the office. I was surprised to see him, but turned off the radio. "Don't turn that off Johnnie boy, that's our sound you were loosing your sole too."
I turned it back on and introduced Mick to mum. Mum looked at him and said
"You are in love with my boy aren't you Mick." I stopped dancing and looked in horror at mum and Mick. Mick was taking it cool, and said
"Yes, very much. How did you know?"
"A mother can see love in their children's faces and eyes. The eyes are the windows to their soles, so they say, and they are right. Johnnie's eyes lit up when you entered, not for a friend, but for a lover. Be gentle with him Mick, he is my baby, I love him more than life it's self. It looks like I will never get to see grand children but maybe I can have 2 more sons to love."
I immediately looked at mum with puzzled eyes, knowing David was queer, but not knowing how mum had found out.
"Don't worry John, your father will never find out about you and David from me. I have known about David since he was your age. He has never said anything to me, but I know." I Hugged mum and started to cry onto her bosom. She just held me and whispered, "It is a sin, but I will never tell or ever desert you. I love you what ever you are or become. It comes with being a mum." Mick then put his arms around us both and mum responded by holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek.

After mum left, Mick stayed and I asked if he would like to look around. He agreed and I showed him the office and the small bedroom.
"Handy for the odd snuggle up Johnnie, just don't be using it too much."
We continued the exploring. When we got to the shed, he was amazed at the size of the shed and the rooms. He stood there with his hand on his chin for a while then said.
"Johnnie, what do you recon about a club room for the crew right here in the shed. You and I can live here in that room and the crew can use the centre and room on the right. If they want to sneak off, they can always use the room in the workshop. If you agree, I am sure the crew would invest in this business and we can be partners together. Queer Skinheads Incorporated. Got a raunchy sound to it." I was dumbfounded. The crew willing to be partners with me in business? I was starting to feel the problems of the last 2 weeks were dissolving as fast as the snow outside and life was looking rosier every day.
"What about the money to get this place going Mick, I have found some accounts which I can chase, but the power bill is due, the rent is due and I know there are parts coming that will have to be paid for. We could just scrape by but it would be day to day for a while, but worth a try. At least we won't have to worry about rent on the 2 rooms."
"That's settled it then, I will go back and talk to the crew and pop in and see Frankie on the way. I know they will help furnish this place even if we have to take a trip to the tip at first. Man, we need a clubroom and this is perfect. Away from the residential area, hidden in an industrial area where noise will not be a problem. Yes, this is just what the crew need."

Mick lifted me up and kissed me hard on the lips and squeezed me hard. Mate, you are going to get fucked so hard tonight, my cock will exit through your navel, and your arse will run with cum for a week." We were happy and danced around the room, me in Micks arms and he doing all the dancing. I felt so happy and gay. It was a turning point for us all.

Mick arrived back at the workshop about 3 pm. I was busy trying to sort out the mess in the garage, trying to store things where I knew I could find them, but not where they would be in the way. The storeroom, where most of the new parts were kept, also needed to be reorganised to fit as much in as possible.
"We got a business young Johnnie, the crew agree this would be great. We are meeting here tonight at 7 to hold our first partners meeting in our new venture. Meantime, you and me are going to pack and move in today, so lock up and lets get packing. We have to fuck, pack and move by 7 pm" I liked the timetable: fuck was on top of the list.

We jumped on the bed and started to strip each other as soon as the door was half closed. Micks room was freezing as he had left the window open, but we didn't care. We were too busy stripping each other, kissing, biting, scratching and generally acting like ally cats to worry. Mick lived up to his promise, and fucked me hard and fast. It was the best fuck yet. His animal magic was at full strength, snorting and heaving, gripping me so tight I could feel the blood running down my stomach. He was in a world of his own, a violent world of sheer animal passion. The tiger attacking the reluctant tigress, his sweat drenching me all over, mixing with my own sweats and blood. My sexual arousal was also violent and came several times while Mick's insatiable thirst was quenched.

Living with Mick would be a wondrous life. I would make my master proud to show me off to the crew and all who he wants to impress. I will be a good slave, willing to give my life to satisfy his every need and desire. I wanted it. I knew it was my calling in life to be his slave. Mick's slave, who could want anything else in life.

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