SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 16 - Part of the Union

My Union card for the wharf arrived on the second week of March. The crew were busy with the flowers and tomato shipments, and the truck was getting a hard life. Frankie was busy down the wharf with the crew, having left the garage. Now that I had my card, I could expect the crew to ask for my help, and it happened quicker than I expected. The Saturday after my card arrived, the crew had 2 freighters in on their wharf to load. They needed all the help they could get, and it was decided to close the garage for one day, and for me to join them. Mick and I rose early. Mick wanted to get to the wharf by 6 am. The freighter would dock at around 6:30 am, and he wanted the gear ready so as not to waste time. Frankie and the others arrived within 5 minutes of us, and the crew set too and got the gear in order. Trucks were arriving with full loads of tomatoes and Garth was unloading them off the trucks with the forklift, straight onto the larger pallets. Each pallet had 4 rings, 1 on each corner, and the whole pallet would be covered with a net to hold loose items while being hoisted into the hold.

I was with Mick inside the hold. The freighter had arrived in ballast, so no unloading was required, but the second freighter, due at 10 am, would need to be unloaded, before we could load her up again. Our crew worked the forward holds, while another crew of wharfies worked the rear. Mick was fast and it was hard to keep up with him. He was expert in directing the load to the right place, and had the net and hooks off quickly. I was helping him, and got faster as the day wore on. With Garth on the forklift, Sid as site man on deck, Hugh was on the wharf placing the nets on and coupling the hooks with Frankie as his offsider. Frankie had only been on the wharf for a week, but had picked it up well. We made a great team, and the freighter was loaded and on her way by 9:15 am. Just enough time for a smoke break before the other freighter arrived. My back was killing me. It was not through heavy work, but through constant bending and reaching. Now I knew why Mick had such a magnificent torso, and strong muscular shoulders. He did not have to work out at the gym as others did, just working was his workout. The tea break was great, all the crew together, kidding each other, joking, and carrying on. But it was short lived, as we heard the blast from the steam horn on the freighter as she entered the harbour. Just time to reset the gear up again before she would be fully docked and ready for unloading. She was fully laden with steel, cars, trucks, machinery, and food. Unloading took 3 hours, and reloading with flowers destined for the Continent took another 3 hours. By the time we had cleaned up and farewelled the ship, it was after 5 pm. We were all stuffed, but a wash and brush up does wonders for the sole, and we were all whooping it up by 7 pm at the clubhouse. It was decided that funds were capable of funding a proper bathroom for the shed, so a vote was taken and past unanimously. Sid was to get quotes and organise it.

About 8:30 pm, there was a noise outside, like someone shouting. I looked out the window and saw someone at the gates. It was Geoffrey. I immediately went to the door, but Mick stopped me.
"It could be a trap, Johnnie. We will all go." Mick said. I went outside, and the rest of the crew walked out behind me. Geoffrey looked scared and I asked if he was alone. He said he was, and wanted to talk to me and Mick. Mick nodded and I went to the gate, but the crew stood behind me the whole time. I let Geoffrey in. He was shaking, and I could see he was upset, but not emotionally so. More agitated than emotional. We went inside, and we gave him a beer and he settled down. He was reluctant to talk while the others were there, but I reassured him what he had to say would need to be heard by the crew too. We had no secrets from each other. After a short while, he decided to trust me and started to tell his tale.
"Our squad was down the pub, and we were all having a good time. A group of girls joined us, and the guys started to pair off. When I ignored one of the girls, the guys started to give me a hard time, saying I was shy and they tried to force the girl on me. I pushed her away and said I needed to go to the toilet. Max followed me in, and questioned me on my treatment of the "slag'. I said I was not in the mood for hoaring, but he would not accept that. He then asked straight out if I was a poofter, as he had seen me disappear with Johnnie at the wake. I said yes, and ran out before he had time to react. I decided to come here. I knew you would understand. I can't go back, Johnnie, I can't. Max hates poofters."
"Are you really sure you are queer Geoffrey? I mean, your fling with Johnnie wasn't just that, a fling, exploration of sex? How do you know you are queer, what tells you you are?" Mick was gentle, but his questions were direct and he wanted to be sure before he committed and allowed the crew to commit.
"I didn't understand what queer was until I met Johnnie last week, but I knew when we were together, that this was what was missing for me. I had never been comfortable around girls, but had tried sex and found it was just that. Sex. There was no feeling, no passion, but when Johnnie and I were together, my mind exploded. I was always uncomfortable when the groups of girls coupled up with us at the pubs. Even though we were diaper skins and wore diapers, the girls went wild, and I found it hard to control them. They would get all worked up, and would try and get me worked up, but most times I could not get it up, and claimed the beer as my problem. Last Tuesday I knew I had found the reason why I could not get it up. I was queer, and had to face up to it. When Max fronted me, I decided there and then to get it out into the open and take the consequences. Did I do right Johnnie?"
"Yes Geoffrey, you did good. At least you stood up and declared yourself. You are no longer living a lie. Now you can sort yourself out and I will help you."
"We will all help you." Sid said, and the crew individually voiced the same sentiments. Mick said nothing. He was deep in thought.
"Do you have a place to live or sleep tonight?"
"No, I live with Max and 2 other diaper skins. My gear is also still there. I will have to go home but dad threw me out when I joined the skins. However, I have made some peace with him, we had to, as we work together. If he finds out I am queer as well, he will get me sacked."
"You can stay in the room next to the office for now. Temporary mind you, just till we can sort something out. I will have a meeting with Max and have you transferred into our group, and get your gear moved. Frankie will help me out here, find out more about Geoffrey's dad will you?"
"Why do you need to do that?" Geoffrey asked. "What's he got to do with it?"
"Well you can't work with your dad all your life, and Frankie would love to have another apprentice under his wing. Down boy, put it away, I said under your wing not your cock." Frankie gave the hurt look and the crew started to jibe him.
"Do you mean work with Johnnie in the workshop here? Oh man that would be great. What do you recon Johnnie?" I must have looked a bit put out.
"What's wrong Johnnie, I thought you liked Geoffrey?
"I do, but does this mean you are finished with me?"
"It is your time to have a slave Johnnie. You learn quickly, and you must develop your skills yourself. I have taught you all you need to know, and others will teach you the rest. Yes, this is our time to part as master and slave. We are equals now, masters together. You are very young to be a master, so be careful, but I have confidence you will be better than I ever will be. You adapt to situations quickly. Look how you accepted Brownie, GH and Geoffrey. Each had a sexual need you were able to supply without questioning. I could never have accepted diapers, but you did. GH has introduced you to leather and rubber, and fetishes to come I could only dream of. No we are only equals as masters, but you will excel me in versatility and experience in time. Tonight we will have glorious sex, and tomorrow we will part as equals, no emotions, no ties, just good memories, and a love never to be broken. Geoffrey is now yours to do with as you see fit. He is your slave, to teach to be a master in his own right at some time in the future, when you see he is ready." I said nothing, knowing he was right, knowing the time had come and I needed to be with Geoffrey now.
"I will always love you Mick, but you are right, and we will part after one more night of passionate love."

After discussing Geoffrey's inclusion in the crew, we settled down to drinking and punching each other out, jibing each other, and generally having fun. Geoffrey settled down and started to join in, and found the crew accepted him quickly. No one asked him about his diapers or made fun of him, and he relaxed in their company. Around 11 pm, I showed Geoffrey to the room, and gave him a set of keys. He already knew where everything was, after our 3-hour love making the week before. I told him we would be up at 6 am the next morning as we all had a ship due in, and to make himself at home in the clubhouse, but to keep the gates locked and the security system in place. I kissed him passionately, and left him to sleep. Mick was already starting to undress next to the fire in the clubhouse. The crew were cleaning up and moving off home, but Mick didn't care, he was ready now, and I was obliging. We were naked and at it before the others had left, but we did not notice. Mick was in his violent tiger mood, scratching and biting as he explored every inch and orifice of my body. He was fully erect and prodded and probed earlier than normal, and entered me quickly. I still felt pain when he entered even when he was gentle, as his cock was huge, but I was in love with the pain as much as the feel of him inside me. This night was different. He seamed to have an urgency about him. He came quickly, and lay inside me for some time. I felt cold spots on my shoulders, and realised Mick was crying, gentle sobs, almost undetectable, but the cold tears on my shoulders gave him away. I pushed my body closer into his, allowing his body to meld around mine. He gripped me tighter, and started to move in a gentle rhythm, his cock growing inside me, ever larger, ever more loving, slowly with love and passion. His anger had subsided, and now he wanted to show me how much he really loved me. I knew then that the decision he had made tonight had been hard for him, and not one he had wanted to make. He and I knew this night would come one day, but never realised how soon. Nevertheless, he was right. Someone had to take Geoffrey under their wing, and I was the only one who could. I allowed him to take full control of me, bringing me to a climax then slowing me down, bringing me up again, then again softening me to allow a longer period for fulfillment. When finally we were spent, we lay in front of the fire and fell asleep in each other's arms. Around 3 am, I realised there was someone in the room. Mick was still curled around me. It was Geoffrey. He stripped except for his diapers, slipped under the blanket, and curled up into my body. Mick said nothing, just moved his arms, and embraced both of us.

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