SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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It was in 1976 when I realised that the Skinhead scene did something for me, I was just 16 and the sight of guys with razor shaved or close cropped heads turned me on, in their doc's, tight bleached jeans, Fred Perry's or Ben Sherman shirts and braces. I just knew I had to be of them.

I started with a close haircut, not shaven but what is now known as a No2, I bought my first pair of 8 hole oxblood docs, wore my jeans turned up, and Ben Sherman shirts, I started looking the part and felt good about myself.

I was about 18 when I used to go into town (Liverpool) in those days and it wasn't long before I made pals with a guy called Thomas. We used to go to the football matches together.

We would go to the gay bar in those days, just the two of us, two 18 year olds and feeling proud in our boots, jeans, Ben Sherman shirts and from there one night, I stayed with Thomas and shared his bed. That is when it all happened for the first time. We cuddled up together real close and gave each other a good wank. That wasn't enough for Thomas, he wanted more - and so did I, so we decided to have a go and he attempted to penetrate me, sadly, he failed but that wasn't the end of our affair, we tried on another occasion and succeeded that time. It was my first fuck - never to be forgotten.

I became more and more adventurous as far as fetishes are concerned, looking at guys dressed in different styles. I would ogle at guys in work boots, waders, football kit as well as other sports, bikers in leather from head to toe.

On one occasion, I stared so much at a guy that had just been water skiing and had come onto the jetty wearing a wet suit, his figure in that rubber suit was just too much for me. He noticed me getting excited in my jeans that he said hello and was I interested in water skiing - or just him in his wet suit. I was so embarrassed at first but he rubbed himself where it matters and told me that he too felt good in the tight rubber wet suit. He asked me if I would like to go back to his place to try the wet suit on - well what an offer, no way was I going to refuse the invitation because we both knew we wanted more than to just see me in that wet suit. I waited for him to get his ski's on the roof rack of his car and sat in the passenger seat, he drove back to his place, still wearing the wet suit and rubbing himself as he drove making sure that I could see some sort of excitement in that wet suit of his. We eventually got to his place, parking his car in the garage and making sure that the garage door was closed. He grabbed me in the garage and held me close to him and we kissed as we fondled each other making sure that I rubbed him through the wet suit.

We were both so excited that he directed me through the kitchen door and upstairs to his bedroom where he instructed me to help him out of his wet suit. I undid the zip and helped him to reveal his body to me. He was wearing a tiny pair of Speedo trunks that left nothing to the imagination and stood showing himself off to me with his erection standing so proud.

He then told me to get my clothes off and we stood there facing each other stark bollock naked with our cocks pointing to each other. He lay on the edge of his bed and beckoned me to him, which I readily did, falling to my knees in between his legs and starting sucking him off. All I could smell was his body smells mixed with the smell of the wet suit still on his skin. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and face fucked me, it wasn't long before I got a mouthful of what I had been wanting. We spent the rest of the day together, watching videos, had a meal with a couple of drinks of wine. We then went to bed for the night where I gave him a blowjob and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke in the early hours and decided to wake him by, once again, sucking him off which quickly turned into a 69. We satisfied each other, showered, got dressed and he took me back to where we met, dropped me off and we never saw each other again.

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