SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 1

It was holiday time and Bowser was off to Blackpool. Most skinheads go to Blackpool for two things, (a) a fight, and (b) an arse to fuck.

He had planned to go with his mate Andy, but Andy got into a fight and ended in hospital with two broken ribs and a broken jaw so Bowser went alone. At least he had a double bed in his room and he knew he would be guaranteed an arse to fuck because the hotel he was staying in was full of guys desperate to fuck or be fucked.

Bowser was 25, slim but muscular with a well shaped arse of which he was proud. A guy's arse is the first thing you look at. (At least that's the first thing that Bowser looks at.) He had a number one haircut and wore the regulation faded blue skin tight jeans, equally faded denim jacket, checked shirt and 18 hole Doc Martin boots.

By the third day everything was going well for Bowser. Since his arrival he had fucked five guys and been fucked by two tough skinheads. If you're going to be fucked make sure the guy's a tough bastard and show him you can take whatever he gives you.

He took them to his room and they ordered him to strip and lie face down spread eagle on the bed. They produced ropes and tied his wrists and ankles to each of the bed corner posts. A gag was pushed into his mouth. The skinheads both wore thick studded leather belts. Those were removed and first one then the other gave Bowser 20 strokes across his arse. The average guy would probably let out pleas to stop long before 40 was reached but Bowser was determined to show them he was tough and only let out the odd muffled gasp. When they finished his arse was red raw and very tender.

After belting him the skinheads then took their time ramming their large cocks up their prisoner's arse. All the time Bowser made no complaint. He enjoyed the experience of being dominated to guys tougher than himself. When they left, his arse was sore but the pain reminded him of the bondage scene and he was satisfied with the result although he didn't sit down for an hour.

That evening he was in a pub frequented by skinheads and there were rumbles of a fight between skinheads and Hells Angels. Bowser decided to hang around. Besides, there was a young skinhead there that he fancied. Just as he was about to make a move, someone else chatted him up and they left before Bowser could speak to him. Bowser cursed himself for being so slow.

Also there, were the two tough skinheads who had fucked him. One of them waved him over. The two were a group of six on a weeks holiday. The other four were as tough looking as the first two. They gave him the usual up-and-down look which meant "What size of cock does he have and what's his arse like to fuck". A normal reaction to a healthy skinhead.

They had rented a flat above a hardware store. The store closed at 6 p.m. so they could make as much noise as they liked at night.
"Nobody hears the screams as a guy gets 100 lashes across his arse." said one of them with a grin.
"What kind of arse do you have?" said another skinhead to Bowser. He was the toughest of the lot. He wore a pair of filthy tight fitting urban combat trousers, black T-shirt and a pair of scruffy Doc Martin boots.
Before he could reply to the question one of the two who had fucked him the previous day said with a grin "He's got a lovely arse. Well shaped and firm. The way I like it."

Suddenly a voice said "Here comes these Angel bastards."
Twelve skinheads, including Bowser, trooped out of the pub and into the street. One hundred yards away were seven Hells Angels. The Angels stopped when they saw the skinheads then turned and ran down a side lane.
"After them, guys. We've got them on the run." said one skinhead.
The skinheads raced into the lane then stopped half way down.The Angels stood facing them. Out of the shadow stepped another three Angels.

A voice from behind said "The easiest trap we ever set." Behind them were another eight Hells Angels. Eighteen Angels to twelve skinheads. The skinheads were outnumbered, the way Angels like to fight. Seconds later the fight started. It had only gone for less than two minutes when a police siren was heard and both Angels and skinheads ran in various directions. During the fight Bowser had had kicked one Angel in the balls and as he fell he kicked him in the balls again. The Angel gasped and lay still. Buster received a black eye and bruised ribs. Despite that he had enjoyed the fight and he hoped there would be more. He went back to the hotel. Probably the safest place for the next hour. Then he could go back to look for an arse.

Fuck it. Why should he go out. There would be plenty of arses in the hotel as more guys returned from the pubs. Eventually two guys walked in. One was staying in the hotel, the other was a stranger. The one from the hotel was quite a nice looking guy. The type you take home to meet your mother. And he had a well shaped arse.
"That's mine tonight." said Bowser. He went up to the pair, looked the stranger in the eye and said "Fuck off. I'm having this cunt's arse tonight."

There was silence in the room. Everyone had heard it. The stranger was no wimp but faced by a skinhead who had obviously been in one fight could easily start another he retreated out of the door.
The resident guy stared at the skinhead open-mouthed.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" demanded Bowser.
The guy's eyes looked Bowser up and down and stopped at his crotch.

"I've never been to bed with a skinhead before." he stuttered.
"Well. There's always a first time." said Bowser with a grin. He was aware that the whole bar was watching him. Let all the fuck'n queens see who the tough guys are.
"You start by calling me SIR from now on. When we go to my room you get down on your knees and lick my boots. After that you strip, lie on the bed face down and I ram my cock up your fuck'n arse. Simple. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir." said the guy nervously.
"What do you want to drink? . . . and don't say a Babycham or I'll force it down your fuck'n throat." said Bowser.
"I'll have whatever you're having Sir, if that's all right with you." said the guy nervously.

The guy's name was Denis and he had noticed Bowser on his arrival but had kept his distance. To him most skinheads were attractive but should be treated warily. This skinhead had recently been in a fight for his left eye was closed and swollen. He looked tough and was probably used to getting his own way. Denis was unsure of what to do. He fancied being fucked by the skinhead but afraid at the same time.

They each had a couple of drinks and Bowser told Denis about the arses he had fucked in the last three days. Denis relaxed. He had time to study Bowser now. The skinhead had a well built chest and a large bulge at his crotch. Two things he admired and looked for in a guy. Twenty minutes later Bowser said loud enough for the whole room to hear "Let's go. My cock's getting randy."

Denis followed Bowser upstairs to Bowser's room. They walked in. Immediately Denis dropped on his knees and started licking the skinhead's Doc Martin boots. Bowser noted that Denis also wore Doc Martins but only 10 hole type.
After five minutes Bowser ordered Denis to strip naked and put his Doc Martin boots back on. He was then ordered to lie face down on the bed with his arms and legs spread out. Bowser removed his own clothes and he put his Doc Martins back on. In less than a minute he was ramming his cock up Denis's lovely firm arse. The guy gasped but gritted his teeth. He wanted to be fucked by the skinhead. He wanted to tell his mates when he got back home. This was the biggest cock he ever had up his arse. He tried to relax. The more he relaxed the more he was aware of the firm body on top of him. He began to get a hard on.

In less than two minutes Bowser's breathing became deeper and deeper as he approached his climax. Suddenly he gasped and rammed his cock up the guys arse with a final thrust and kept it there as his juice shot into Denis's arse.
The skinhead kept his cock in for fully a minute as he enjoyed the pleasure of the fuck. Reluctantly he withdrew his cock and rolled onto his back.

"Right, cunt. Suck my cock. It's your shit. Not mine." said Bowser.
"Yes, Sir." said Denis. He immediately slipped off the bed and on to his knees. Without hesitation he took Bowser's half erect cock in his mouth and tasted the mixture of cum and shit. If someone else had told him to suck his cock after a fuck Denis would have told the guy to get lost but this was a skinhead who was used to giving orders and Denis was half afraid of the guy and yet proud to have been fucked by him.

After five minutes by which time Denis had licked Bowser's cock and balls several times the skinhead said "O.K. That's enough. Now fuck off."
Denis was surprised by the curt order but quickly gathered his clothes and slipped out of the room.

As far as Bowser was concerned Denis was just another arse to fuck. He looked at the clock. Only 11.30 p.m. Fuck it. It was too early to go to sleep. He rose and dressed. He looked in the mirror. His left eye was swollen and black. He was quite happy at that. It let people know he was a tough guy and willing to have a fight. He went down to the bar to look for another drink and another arse to fuck.

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