SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Part 1

It had been a long boring day, it was only Monday and I still had the rest of the working week stretching out in front of me. I was thankful to be returning home to my flat. I was the sole person in the carriage of the Central line train and so there was nothing to distract me from my book. The train pulled into Liverpool Street station and the doors opened but I did not bother to look up. As the train moved off again over the top of my book I noticed a pair of 14 hole DM boots stopping right in front of me. Despite the rest of the carriage being empty they remained there, holding my attention. Their owner was obviously proud of the boots, they were polished to an almost mirror finish and there wasn't a mark on them. My gaze started to move slowly up the body in front of me. Skin tight jeans that did nothing to hide an impressive bulge at the crotch, a green bomber jacket and finally the face. A completely shaved head, piercing blue eyes which were staring straight at me. His face was expressionless, he just continued to stare.

This was my sort of man, my mouth went completely dry and my cock twitched in anticipation. I returned his gaze but he quickly won the battle, I could not maintain eye-contact. I looked away but his crotch was at my eye level and I was drawn to it. My eyes kept shifting between his crotch and his face, he continued to stare and his face took on a different expression. It wasn't really a smile, more of a half smile really, but it was a look which spoke volumes. This man knew what he wanted and knew he was going to get it from me, my opinions in the matter were irrelevant. At this point I should tell you a little more about myself; I am 30 years old, have my own hair shaved to a zero crop. I am just under 6ft tall and have a slim build with little in the way of muscles. My eyes are grey/blue and I am clean-shaven. However, my body is fairly hairy as I don't bother to shave my body hair, with the exception of my cock and balls. I am no magazine pinup but, even if I do say so myself, I am not unattractive.

That four minute journey between Liverpool Street and Bethnal Green had never felt longer but finally the train pulled into my station. I felt that I had to say something. "This is my stop." I muttered as I started to get up. He lifted his foot and pushed his boot into my crotch pressing me back down onto the seat. "Not tonight it isn't, scumbag" he replied, "You're just what I need, a skin slave boy." He ground the toe of his boot against my dick. It was an incredible turn on and coupled with the fear, and excitement, of what he might do, I was rapidly well on the way to an erection.

At the next station he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the train. Up out of the station and across the road into Mile End Park. He shoved me to the ground and I leant forward towards his crotch but he pushed my head away "Not yet, you fucker! I want my boots cleaned first". I bent over and starting licking at his boot. His other foot pressed down into the back of my neck pushing my face against the boot. "Harder, slave boy. I want to feel your tongue through my boot".

By now my dick was throbbing, aching to be released from the confines of my tight jeans. I continued licking his boots for a few minutes until he pulled me to my feet. He removed his jacket and T-shirt revealing a well-defined hairless chest with a silver ring in his right nipple. He raised his arm and looked me straight in the eye. "You know what to do." he said. I leant forward and inhaled the strong masculine sweaty smell of his armpit. My tongue darted out and started to slurp nosily, desperate to satisfy this horny man before me. I was in heaven, my cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. All the while he kept up a verbal commentary. "Yeah, my skin slave cleaning his master's pits. Lick them clean you shitbag". When I'd finished he ordered me to remove my jacket and taking hold of the material of my T-shirt he ripped it open revealing my hairy chest. He reached out and clamped down hard on both of my tits and yanked me towards him. He brought my face about six inches from his, smiled and spat a huge gob of saliva that hit my cheek just below my eye and started to run down my face. Releasing his grip on one nipple he slapped me, once, hard on the face. I gasped at the suddenness of it. "What are you going to do for me now, slave boy?" he asked.

I glanced down to his packet, looked at him and replied "Let me suck your cock, sir". He pushed me to my knees again and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out a 7 inch uncut prick with a prince albert through the end of it. He was hard and ready. Taking hold of the back of my neck he started to slap his dick across the side of my face. I thrust my tongue out, desperate to get a proper taste of him, but he wouldn't let me have what I wanted. "Let me here you beg for it." he said. I looked up at his face from my kneeling position, a pleading look in my eyes. "Please sir, please let me suck your dick." I begged. "Oh yeah," he said "Keep it up, show me how much you want it." As I continued mumbling various pleas to be allowed to take his cock in my mouth, he teased me by smearing his precum all over my face, moving his dick towards my mouth only to pull it away just before I could close my lips around it. My senses were in absolute turmoil, I had never felt such a desperate need to pleasure a man before nor such a need to get a cock in my mouth.

Finally, he said "Open wide" and with that he finally let me have what I wanted. He began to thrust in and out, first forcing his dick down my throat until my face pressed hard against his pubic hair, then pulling out again quickly until just the head remained. He was fast and furious, giving me few opportunities to take a breath. This was no blow job I was giving him, it was a face fuck. My mouth was just a convenient orifice for his cock to fill. He was not concerned about my pleasure just his own. I gagged a couple of times initially, but then my throat adjusted to accommodate the intrusion and I began to exert some suction on his dick, causing him to groan loudly. On his back stroke I would flick my tongue quickly over the head of his cock to get the sweet taste of his precum; on the forward stroke I would contract my throat muscles in attempt to hold him in place. I reached up with one hand and started tugging gently on his balls and with my other hand I pulled on his nipple ring. Soon I sensed his balls start to contract up towards his body and guessed he was about to cum. Suddenly he shouted "Get ready for it!" and pulled his dick right out of my mouth just as the first stream of cum burst from his dick hitting my face. I stuck out my tongue to catch the following four bursts. As his orgasm finished, I felt the cum erupting from my own cock, seeping slowly into my jeans. I was amazed, it was the first time that I had ever cum without even touching myself.

He regained his composure and pulled me to my feet. He noticed that I had cum. "You're one horny fucker." he said, kissing me. There was no gentleness even in this act, his kissing was rough and hard. "I guessed you right, you like it rough and dirty and I could use you again. Be here 10.30pm on Friday, I need a regular skin slave.". "Yes sir" I replied as he walked off. I zipped up my jacket to cover my ripped T-shirt, wiped the cum off of my face as best I could licking it off of my hands. There wasn't much I could do to hide the wet patch on my jeans, but I made it home without incident. My cock remained rock hard the whole time and once home I had to wank myself off again.

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