SkinMarvin Gay Stories

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Chapter 2 - Diaper Heaven

Working with Geoffrey was really great. He was a good mechanic, even though he was still a 1st year. He would have to go to Southampton in August to complete his practical training and exams. I too would have to do the same to complete my 2nd year. Gordon Hillary-Smyth (GH) had said he would travel with me, and introduce me to the skins of the area, and a few of his mates there. I was looking forward to the trip. Frankie would take over while we were away. The trip would allow Geoffrey and I a view of skin life outside the Island. It was Monday, and business was usually slow, but a well dressed guy in a grey pinstriped suit and black brogues came in fairly early. He introduced himself as Michael Morton, manager of the Channel Hire Cars down the road. He said his mechanic had left him, and he decided that he would prefer to use a permanent garage rather than hire a new mechanic.
"Do you recon you could handle the business?" He asked. "I have 20 cars and they need constant work, as the British drivers cannot handle the narrow Island lanes." He was looking at me funny. "You wearing diapers?" he asked. "Only I cannot help looking and seeing the bulge around your ass." I looked at Geoffrey, and he nodded in the affirmative.
"Yes." I said calmly. "We are diaper skins. We wear them 24 hours a day. Got a problem with that?" I said in an arrogant manner.
"No, I think it is great. I am a secret diaper lover myself, and only wear them at home when I am by myself. I thought I was the only guy in the Island who loved to wear them. I can't believe it. Do you both live together? What do your girlfriends think of you wearing diapers?" He had become excited, and was talking fast and furious, as if he had been told he had won the soccer pools.
"Yes we live together, but we do not have girl friends. We are queers, poofters. We live at the back of the yard here. About your cars."
"I knew Jim had passed away, and skinheads had taken over, but I did not know they were queer."
"Is that a problem Mr. Morton?" I said in my most arrogant business like way. "There are plenty of other garages on the Island. Yes we can handle the work, and will guarantee quick efficient service, and during the height of the season, will do repairs and service at night if you need it." I decided that we needed to get off on the right foot. He had to accept us as queers, and as mechanics willing to do business.
"No, no problem, and yes, your offer is quite acceptable. I will send you over a list of the vehicles I run, and would expect you to quote a standard service price, and an hourly rate on repairs other than services. I will contact you when we have the agreement ready for signing. In the meantime, I have 2 cars I need for tomorrow. Can you fix them by then?" I agreed to the quote and said we would be over in about 30 minutes to check the 2 cars out, unless he could get them sent over. He decided to get them sent over, then started to leave, then turned back. There was something he wanted to say, but was finding it hard to put into words. "You wear them 24 hours a day, work, bed and going out? You don't feel embarrassed?"
"Yes, 24 hours. No we do not feel embarrassed in public, no more than being queer in public. It is what we are Mr. Morton. If people cannot accept us as we are, then to hell with them. Geoffrey and I will not live a lie, we are finished with that and are happy to be who we are." I was getting angry now, and mixed with arrogance and the skinhead pride, Geoffrey must have felt I was going to belt him. Geoffrey grabbed me and kissed me, and put his arms around me. It made me feel good. He was telling Morton he belonged to me. I was his master. Morton was apologetic.
"Please don't get me wrong. I am a diaper lover too, and I would dearly love to meet others who love diapers. I have been hiding away feeling I was a sick freak for many years. I have not married for fear I would never be able to tell a woman of my love of diapers. It is lonely. I just want friendship, no more." I felt sorry for him. I suggested he come over tonight, and we could be diaper friends. He agreed to be over around 7 pm. I was not sure how Mick and the others were going to react, but they would have to accept my judgement on such occasions.

Morton arrived just after Frankie and Hugh arrived. I had just finished telling Frankie of the hire car deal, and Frankie had said he and Sid would do the quotes and send them to Morton. I introduced Morton to Frankie and Hugh, and then took Morton into the bedroom, where Geoffrey had undressed and was laying on the bed with just his diapers and rubber over pants, and his work boots with white thick work socks turned over the boot top. He looked so manly, I got an instant erection, and wanted to fuck him there and then, but remembered Morton was with us, so concentrated on stemming the blood flow a little. Morton just looked at Geoffrey. He really was excited to see someone else in diapers. I started to undress, and decided I was going to do as Geoffrey had, and put my work boots on as well. Morton. In the meantime, was laying out his diapers and equipment, ready to undress and join us on the bed. He hesitated for quite a while, but a cursory glance explained his reluctance to undress, he had a raging horn. This was promising to be an interesting night of debauchery.

Morton was about 26, nothing special in his looks or build. He was 5' 8" about 160 lbs, jet-black hair and green eyes, the greenest eyes I had ever seen. They were the colour of a wild stormy sea. He was clean-shaven and in many ways quite handsome. I encourage him to undress, saying we were used to seeing men with roaring horns. He became embarrassed and I had to coax him some more. When he finally did start to shed his clothes, I saw he had shaved his pubic hairs. I had never seen a man without pubic hair before. The rest of his body had an abundance of body hair. His chest was like a grizzly bear, spreading to his back. Morton didn't need a winter coat; he wore one permanently all over his body, except his pubic area. My queries on the reasons were answered by a very sheepish explanation.
"When I wet and dirty my diaper, the urine and the shit get matted in the hair. Babies do not have hair, so I decided to shave it off, and do it every night before I put the diaper on. It is much more hygienic." I had to agree, it was a problem I had experience only once, but then I was still a novice with diapers.

We finally were all laying on the bed in diapers and rubber over pants. Morton kept his socks on but not his shoes. I could hear the crew getting up a head of steam in the clubroom, as the beer took effect. I had locked the door to give us some privacy. I started to kiss and fondle Geoffrey, and he responded quickly with sucking me off with his head in my wet diapers, licking my cock, groin, and sucking the urine from my wet diapers. Man did this turn me on; my skin was alive with his smell, touch, and passion. Morton watched for a while, and then started to pull himself off. I gently pulled him over closer to me, and while Geoffrey sucked and licked me, I pulled his diaper away from his body, and started to suck his dick. He was shocked at first, and made a move to pull away, but then relaxed. I continued to suck him off, and brought him to a full climax and swallowed his cumm. He looked at me in disgust, but I just smiled, and then pulled Geoffrey's head out of my diapers, and kissed him full on the lips, and tongued him, allowing Morton's cumm to mix with our saliva.
"Why do you do that? Isn't it disgusting, taste wise I mean? Isn't it slimy or something?"
"It is beautiful when it is from the man you love." I said, gently kissing Geoffrey. "It has a slight salty taste to it, but not slimy. It is our life force, and not to be wasted." I was a little indignant. He sensed this and apologised.
"You appear to enjoy the sight of males having sex, Michael, have you ever tried it yourself? It is the most beautiful sex you will ever have."
"I have been sucked off before tonight, and sucked off a boy at school, but did not swallow his cumm. I pulled off just before he came. It was many years ago. I saw many in the Army while I did my conscription time. I was tempted to join in but did not want to be known as a faggot."
"Want to try now?" I said, expecting him to say no.
"Well, I have always wondered what sex with a male was like, but did not have the courage to try it. Trying it once does not make you a faggot does it?"
"No, many men try it more than once and still have a relationship with women, and marry with kids. Men need experience before marriage, and male sex does help you to explore sex in the erogenous zones both males and females have together. This would help in your plans to marry in the future." I knew I had lied, but I wanted to fuck him and get fucked by him. I was greedy, wanting Geoffrey and Michael. Michael agreed to fucking me, and with a little amount of fore play, in kissing, which he responded to quickly, fondling, he felt like he had fondled himself on more than one occasion, he started to probe me with his fingers. He was cautious at first, but I could feel the excitement building in him. He started to probe again only with his cock at full erection. I was excited too. Morton may not be the best looking guy, but he had a warmth I liked.

His cock was a fairly average 6", so his penetration was less painful, and hardly noticeable, but he started to move, and he felt like he had a 20" cock. He was moving it around my anus like a pro. He certainly knew how to fuck, but unfortunately with little control, came inside me in minutes. It was quick and frankly, unexciting. I would have to work on him. My offer to fuck him in his diapers was refused, but my offer to suck him off again was readily accepted. His diaper was dry, so I turned him over with the pretence of checking his diaper. While checking the diaper, I placed my cock inside his diaper, and started to urinate in them. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of the urine running over his flesh and into his cloth diapers. The warmth of the urine on his buttocks, entering the anus region and into the groin. I looked at him and saw his face was quite serene and kissed him on the neck. He did not move and inch. Yes, he was queer, all I had to do was convince him, and he was mine.

I allowed the urine to soak up a bit, and decided to lick his arse and buttocks. He lay on his stomach and allowed me to penetrate his arse with my tongue. The taste of his arse, the urine, and his buttocks were divine. They excited me to the point I had to have him that night. I decided the tiger approach was the way to go. Don't give him an option, just go in and do it, use violence to subdue and scare him into submission. I ripped his rubbers down, ripped the diapers away from his buttocks, and rammed my cock up his arse. He was shocked and resisted violently, with me overpowering him and using my strength and experience to master him. He eventually stopped struggling, and within minutes was moving with me in the sexual act. His breathing was getting faster, and I knew he was now enjoying the experience. I drew the sexual act out for as long as I could. His body was hot and sweat poured off of him, giving off a heady odour. The body pheromones mixed with the smell of the rubber pants was sending me wild, I was snorting and screaming, tearing at his diapers, his flesh, pounding his arse with gay abandon. I was in heaven, I was now his master, he was all mine, his arse was mine, pounding his arse was my right as his master.

Spent, Michael, Geoffrey and I, lay together on the bed. As Geoffrey and I cuddled together, I felt a hand touch me on the upper thigh. I pulled Michael to me, and we three lay cuddled under the blanket all night, three diaper buddies together, warm, wet, and sexually happy.

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