SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 15 - An End And A Beginning

Mick met with the 2 other skinhead groups, and a truce was called for the funeral. A wake was also to be held at our clubhouse immediately afterward, although a meeting of the groups was to be held before alcohol was consumed, to lay some ground rules to stop this ever happening again. The funeral was held the following Tuesday, and the whole skinhead army attended, consisting of 6 from our group, 28 from the extreme right and 24 from the centre group. There was another group of about 8 skinheads that we knew nothing about, and Mick went over to them and invited them to the wake and meeting, which they accepted. The brotherhood oath was said out loud and clear over the grave as the body was lowered. Reggae music was played by a local Jamaican group, and we were all in our best skinhead gear. The family of the dead boy did not attend, as they did not agree with his choice of friends, and his joining the skinhead movement, although I did spy a group of about 4 or 5 people standing in one corner of the graveyard, about 50 yards away.

The meeting with all 66 skinheads from the island was held as soon as we all assembled at the clubhouse. Mick introduced his group, as did the leaders of the other 3 groups. The new group were diaper skinheads. They had formed their group recently, and had got the idea from one of the members who had recently returned from the Southampton area, where it was taking on strong. All the groups agreed that capturing members of other groups was still on, but to keep to the no broken bones, no permanent injury policy. As for poaching members from other groups, this was not on unless the member requested it from the leaders of both groups. The meeting over, the bar opened, and we all got pissed as farts and started to fuck each other stupid. Even the diaper skins joined in. Sex and grog. Only the rumble was yet to come, and the way the grog was going down, the rumble was not far away. I was amazed that the heterosexual skins did not hesitate to join in the ass fucking of the junior members of each group. I know it is part of the initiation of the skins, but they did not baulk at homosexual sex. It confused me, but I kept quiet and would ask Mick later. I got talking to one of the younger diaper skins, and found he was an apprentice mechanic like me: only he was still in his first year with the Volvo dealer in town. We hit it off real well, and I decided I was going to have him that day. I asked him if he wanted to see the workshop, which he agreed to, and we went out of the club and over to the workshop. It was all locked up, so I opened the side door, and locked it back up after we had entered. I showed him all over, leaving the side room off the office till last.

His name was Geoffrey. His dad was also a mechanic with Volvo, that's how he got the job. He was not keen on the place as his dad was domineering and would not let him get on with learning the trade as he should. I was very sympathetic, only because I wanted to get into his pants, or in his case his diapers. I started to question him about his wearing of diapers, and why the group was formed. He said he felt good in diapers, that he loved the feel they gave him, and that they turned him on especially when he saw other skins in diapers. I told him about Brownie, and how he made me wear them on our weekly appointment. Brownie left his bag of playthings each week, taking only the soiled items. I checked the bag, and found 2 diapers, 2 pair of rubber pants, diaper pins, talc, and Vaseline. I now stored spare overalls in the cupboard in the room, and suggested we both put on overalls and I would put on a diaper, and we would explore our sexuality together. He was reluctant at first, but I finally convinced him it was fun and a new experience he would enjoy.

We both changed, Geoffrey stripped, leaving only his diaper on and put on a pair of greasy overalls and a pair of work boots. I did the same, only I allowed Geoffrey to put a diaper on me as well. I could see he was getting sexually excited, as he used the talcum powder and Vaseline on me, then placed on the diaper and pinned me up. By the time he had placed the rubber over-pants on me, he had a roaring horn, and was already starting to breath heavy. I put the overalls on and did not bother to lace the boots. This guy was hot to trot and I was not going to let him start without me. He did not hesitate, and allowed me to kiss and fondle him straight up. His own hands were very active too, feeling my body, and my arse. His hands then moved to my cock, and I knew I had him where I wanted him. He was now mine. I gently started to unbutton his overalls just a couple to start with. My hands started to massage his nipples, and he responded quickly with his breathing increasing. I then kissed his chest, sucking his nipples, working round to his armpits, and down to his belly button. I bit him hard, and he softened slightly, allowing me to control him. I unbuttoned all the buttons, allowing me to smell his body and crutch. My head was inside his diaper and the warmth and smell of the diaper and talc was wonderful. He was young and his smell was of youth and male, definitely male. His smell was heightened by his sexual excitement. He was giving off an odour I had not smelt before, but it was turning me on quickly, and it took all my willpower to keep myself in check, and allow me to explore him fully with my lips, nose and tongue. He tasted delicious, smelt divine and my tongue slurped over his sexual organs like a sensual sponge, soaking up his manhood. I moved round to his back, pulled the overalls off his shoulders and let them slip down, and again placed my head inside his diapers. The smell and warmth were accentuated by the diapers and I allowed my tongue to lick his arse, then to probe his arse. He did not budge, taking it all in his stride. I decided to try and enter him, so I moved us to the bed, and lay down with him on our sides with me at his back. His overalls were now hanging loose around his thighs, his upper torso naked, and his diaper in full view. He had a great body, muscular from his heavy work, his hands rough and callused, and he looked so sexual in his diaper, I had to fuck him while he had it on. I pulled back on the diaper, and managed to get my stiff throbbing cock into his cheeks, those beautiful, young, strong cheeks. Entering him was a long slow process of probe and withdraw. He had only ever had anal sex during his initiation about 6 months previous. I was gentle, but eventually succeeded, and started to move gently in and out, gradually thrusting further and further into his body. He started to move with me and I could see he had his hand on his own cock and was jerking himself off to our rhythm. I was holding him gently around the pelvis, and moved my right hand to his cock, and helped him jerk off. We came together, sweat pouring off both of us, our manly smell linked in sweat, grease, and cum. Geoffrey was as much a homosexual as I was, but either had not realised it or was afraid to be open about it. I think the latter was correct.

We lay together for several minutes before Geoffrey started to talk in a whisper.
"You won't tell anyone of this will you?'' he said, "Max would not understand. He hates the poofs, and I love being a diaper skin. He would kick me out if he knew." I knew what he meant. It is hard to admit to being a "poof' in a group who demands you display your manhood absolutely at all times. I knew Mick would never do that to any member if they decided to be themselves. That is why our group is so close knit. We accept the different, the bizarre, and the weird. We are queerskins, poofs', homosexual skinheads, but we are first and foremost skinheads. I said that we accepted guys with any fetish, and that he was welcome to join us any time, and his wearing of a diaper was no problem, and Mick would not stop him. He said he would think on it. I was starting to soften now and slowly started to pull out, but he stopped me.
"Please stay inside me a while longer. It feels really good, and I do not get this opportunity very often. You are a gentle lover Johnnie, and to be able to do it while my diaper was still on is a real turn on. I have never felt so good as I do now. I jerk off in my diaper often, but your fucking me in the diaper, and jerking me off as well, really was a great experience I will always remember. I hope we get to do this again. I loved the overalls too. Next time we must do it while in our skin gear."
"There will be a next time Geoffrey, I hope it is soon. You smell, taste and feel great. You turn me on in those diapers, and being a mechanic is fabulous. We make a great team." We lay for over an hour, my now soft cock still resting partially inside his arse. He was quiet and snuggled up to me with his back, his warmth, and smell still permeating my nostrils. Was that odour just youth, or was it his own distinctive smell, his pheromones wafting me into a dream like state, activating my sexual awareness. My thinking of him and his smell started to stiffen my cock inside him, and he realised I was growing inside his body. He started to move slowly in and out on my cock, working me up again. This time, I decided to be more violent, and started to thrust harder, pushing further inside him. He was taking me fully and urging me to more, his body becoming more urgent, demanding it's own satisfaction, harder, faster, stronger, and more violent. I was losing control, gripping him in a vice like grip, thrusting my cock up him as hard and as far as I could. My mind could think of only one thing, his diaper, and how it turned me on. I started to moan and groan, my sexual drive becoming louder, more insistent, his groans merging with mine. He was loving the rougher treatment, jerking himself off again, only without my help. I was too busy being rough, punching my cock into his body hard and fast, punching ever more deeply, ever so more roughly, pounding him and myself to oblivion. I continued to pound him even though I had cum, even though he had cum. I continued to pound his arse, his sweet, strong, diapered arse. His arse was mine, I was going to pound it forever, and carried on pounding till I was exhausted, and collapsed on top of him. Cum and urine filled his diaper. I was so carried away with my sexual satisfaction I automatically pissed in his arse. Geoffrey had done the same, not realising he had also dumped his bladder during the encounter. Was this normal, or had I stepped into another realm of the fantasy world of sex.

We had fun together cleaning ourselves up and dressing back into skin gear. It took us ages, and kissed, caressed and fondled each other for the whole time. 3 hours had passed when we eventually re-entered the clubroom. Mick gave me a knowing smile, Frankie a wink. They knew where I had been and knew I had found a sole mate. It showed on my face so Mick said later. The rumble did not occur, although mud wrestling outside in the freezing, wet, greasy yard did. We all ended up covered head to foot in the foulest smelling mud, but the wake broke up in the wee hours with all of us looking like hippos after a mud bath. Mick and I were both exhausted from the days events, but we had never been to bed together without sex, and tonight was no exception. We helped each other undress out of the mud soaked clothes. We washed each other next to the fire from a large bowl, licking and slurping over each other as we did so. We had wonderful violent rough sex in front of the fire, falling asleep where we were. The fire died down, but gave off enough heat to keep us warm with a blanket wrapped around us. Life for me was wonderful, and I wished it would go on forever.

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