SKINHEAD LOVERS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on August 28, 1998 translated by the author English text kindly revised by The Australian
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"SKINHEAD LOVERS" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 2- DRAKE
Jeremy was feeling happy. Well, perhaps not really happy but very close to it. In fact, even if he realized that Drake had just used him for his exclusive pleasure and relief, and perhaps he had obtained part of his pleasure just from the fact that he thought he had forced him to the act against his will, Jeremy had experienced his first sexual encounter in a year. It had been barely half as good as he had dreamed, but when you are facing starvation, even tasteless food becomes enticing.
And Drake wasn't totally bad, even if the skinhead was just caring about his own pleasure. First of all he was a very handsome boy, probably the most handsome of all the skinheads he had seen until that day. Anyway, he had enjoyed touching, licking, kissing, sucking, drinking from that manly rod... even if to have his own relief by wanking himself.
Moreover, Drake seemed to have enjoyed his blowjob, in fact he had told him "see you soon" and that attitude alone gave hope to Jeremy.
Just thinking of that prospect gave the boy an immediate hard-on. Yes, he would submit to future requests from Drake without hesitation, and, even more so, he would do his best to give the skinhead the maximum pleasure, so that Drake would come to look for him again and again.
During the following days Jeremy felt quite relieved, serene, almost cheerful for this hoped-for possibility.
When crossing the center of town he always looked around hoping to see Drake. Finally, just three days later, he saw him.
Drake was loafing with a group of other skinheads near the Mall. Jeremy looked at him, their eyes met, but Drake made no attempt at recognition, or acknowledgment. Jeremy was half surprised, half disappointed, but he too, didn't dare allow any sign of greeting toward the youth.
Was it possible that Drake didn't recognize him? It was really dark, that night in the lane, but... or did he regret what had happened, had it stained his macho self-image? Did Drake understand he was gay and thus ashamed to let others see he knew a gay boy? The others didn't know he was gay anyway, therefore...
Jeremy didn't think about Drake any more during that afternoon, being totally absorbed in football training at school. The coach had subjected them to a heavy training schedule in view of the next inter-college championship.
His thoughts returned to the skinhead when he was in the showers with his team. Looking at his buddies' naked bodies, he asked himself what the skinhead's body could be like. The face was really handsome, and the tightly fitting clothes made guesses at a well shaped body... Would he ever be able to see more of Drake's body?
Some friends spoke to him and broke his reverie. Again, thoughts of the skinhead were forgotten.
He was his way home again, when he heard a voice calling:
"Jerry!"
At first he didn't think the voice was calling him. Nobody had ever called him Jerry, but then he remembered Drake telling him he didn't like ÒJeremyÓ and that ÒJerryÓ was better, so he stopped and turned to source the voice.
Under a lamp, he recognized the young skinhead. When he saw that Jeremy was looking toward him, gestured with his hand, silently calling him.
When Jeremy was in front of him, Drake said, "Let's go."
"Where?"
"A good place where you can give me head."
"Today you pretended not to know me. Were you ashamed of me?"
"I? Ashamed of you, I? Don't be silly. I just thought YOU would be ashamed if people saw that you knew me."
"And now you want head."
"'Course. You are good at it."
"And where would we go?"
"Just came. It's a good place, safer than in the lane. Nobody will see us or disturb us."
"Where?"
"Where we normally fuck our babes." Drake said starting to walk. He turned his head slightly, ensuring Jeremy was following.
They arrived at the park along the river, where there was a great bend. The park, totally enclosed with railing, was closed at that time. It was always shut at sunset. Drake started to walk along the railing and Jeremy followed him, trying to imagine where was that safe place. The skinhead stopped where the railing was cemented into the rock.
"You can climb, can't you?"
"Sure."
"Just look where I put my feet. There is enough light to see."
"And to be seen."
"No. You can't see the place from the street. Come on.Ó
A police car passed in the opposite direction.
They scaled the rock face easily and it was evident that Drake knew the way perfectly well. On the other side, at the top, the rock had a kind of terrace with two wooden benches, a small tree and two low bushes between which a narrow stairway went to the lawn. Jeremy knew that place.
Derek pointed him towards the garden's gates, "See, from here we can see if the police are approaching. They never climb up here, they just open the gates, if they want to do a night patrol of the gardens. They seldom do it. Anyway, from here we can see them but they cannot see us, so we have time to just climb down and flee."
"You come often here?"
"We frequently use this place to fuck the babes in the good weather, like I told you. And also to smoke grass."
"You smoke grass?"
"When I've the money. Who doesn't?"
"I don't."
Derek shrugged his shoulders. Then unbuckled his belt, "Let's start the job, pal."
"Yes, but this time we will do it my way." Jeremy said with half a smile.
"That is?"
"Do you want to really enjoy it?"
"'Course."
"So, let me do..." Jeremy said, as he finished opening the trousers and pulling them down to the youth's ankles. He loosened Drake's leather vest and raised his black T-shirt. "Now, lie on the bench."
The skinhead nodded and did as he was told. The faint moon glow made the naked youth's body seem as if it was covered in silver dust. "God, isn't he beautiful!" Jeremy thought, and his body answered with a quiver and an immediate hard-on. Drake's tool wasn't hard yet. Jeremy sat on the edge of the bench and started to lightly caress all of the now exposed body.
"Go on, suck that meat!" the skinhead said.
"No hurry, man. You will have what you want, be sure of that" Jeremy answered, expertly touching the right spots on the skinhead's body.
The cock on Derek took a start and begun to slowly rise it's head. Jeremy smiled. He had learned from his late lover how to fully arouse a male body, what parts to touch at the beginning as well as the parts not to touch. Some touching could be annoying, while other parts brought an immediate reaction.
It is exactly the same a programmed serial of circuits, with slight variations for each body, for each male. If you touch the right spots, other parts of the body will become erogenous zones. Touching those when they are "switched on" will soon switch on others, and then others, until eighty per cent of the body becomes erogenous, but only if you do do it in the right sequence, in the right way and at the right time. Touching the nipples, for instance, could be extremely erogenous but only if they are "switched on". Conversely, some touching or tickling can be really annoying.
Drake breath was becoming heavy, a sign that told Jeremy he was on the right path. The skinhead's cock was now fully erect, pointing towards his belly at a thirty degrees angle. It was beautiful, even if slightly curving to the left and with big veins pumping blood into it. Jeremy bent down and started to lightly lick the tip of that beautiful tool and to rim the crown of the gland where the circumcision had left a smooth scar. Drake moaned and arched his back a little.
This was the moment. Jeremy started to brush the two light brown, flat, almost oval nipples.
"Yeah..." Drake murmured in a sigh.
Jeremy fingers, lips, tongue, were flickering in the exposed part of the body, now slow, now fast, now light like feathers or butterflies, now sinuous like snakes, now strong and decided like claws. Drake was breathing heavier and almost panting.
"Suck it!" he said almost in a sob.
"In a while..." Jeremy whispered.
"Now. I want it."
"I'm here for that, right? Just a moment..."
"I need it..."
"Sure..."
"Please..." Derek at last said, almost in a begging voice.
Jeremy understood it was nearly time, but not yet. He continued to arouse the youth more and more, until Drake shook uncontrollably.
"Please..." Drake begged again.
"Yeees...."
"Now..."
"Yeess..."
"Oh, pleeeeassse..."
Finally Jeremy took the great plunge. He pushed his head down until his nose was embedded against the youth's pubes, while at the same time holding the two small firm buttocks to gain purchase, until he felt the tip of the youth's rod in his throat.
He moved his head left and right so that the gland brushed against the throat muscles that he palpitated, then started a slowly withdrawal, sucking and clenching his lips while moving his tongue against the lower part of the dick with a frenzy.
Drake groaned like a wounded animal, but it was clearly a moan of sheer pleasure. Pulling again on the tense buttocks, Jeremy plunged in one fast stroke, then again slowly withdrew. Drake's body was now as tense as a bow string.
His body arched so that just his shoulders and his talons were still touching the bench. Jeremy continued his fast plunges and slow withdrawals, until he felt Derek's hands on his head. At first he thought that the youth would trying to force him down, to penetrate his throat more deeply, but to his surprise, and pleasure, both hands were now just caressing his hair in a tender gesture.
As he had planned, Jeremy was giving his companion super delight, so strong as to make him beg for it. He wanted to conquer the guy. He knew he had made the first, right step. Who knows, possibly sooner or later, Derek would even start some kind of reciprocation. Jeremy didn't feel any hurry. For the moment, he was contented to have that delicious dick on his mouth.
All too soon the skinhead started to moan aloud. "Oh, Jerry... Jerry... Jerry... I'm... coooo..." and the last word changed in a low, long, husky, chocked cry while strong jets of warm nectar filled Jeremy's mouth. He swallowed in big gulps, again, astounded at it's sweet, tasty volume. His tongue licked and flicked around the hypersensitive gland until the intensity of Drake's pleasure reached such a peak that it become almost unbearable.
"Oh, stop... please, stop!" the youth cried out.
Jeremy moved as if to withdraw, but Drake's hands keep him still while his body relaxed back onto the bench. "No, please, stay there. Keep it in your mouth. Just... don't lick it, please..." he panted.
The butch youth had used unusual words. "Please"? Jeremy smiled in himself.
After a good while, Jeremy felt the meat column starting to soften in his mouth, and the skinhead's body slowly relaxing. Drake's hands left his head.
"Where did you learn such tricks?" Drake asked, then giggled: "You cannot answer with your mouth full, right? Stay. It feels so good. You're really fantastic boy, you know that?"
Jeremy waited until the skinhead cock was soft, then gently licked all his length once more and sat up. They looked each other in the eyes.
"You really are more than good..." Derek said with a hint of a smile.
Jeremy was still fully aroused. "I need some relief. Can I wank?"
"Sure, go on."
Jeremy opened his fly, pulled out his hard tool and started to wank, looking at the splendid body lying near him. Drake didn't move, didn't dress. He just relaxed enjoying the afterglow of the blissful orgasm he just experienced.
While wanking, the boy thought that he would have loved to have Drake reciprocate. It would have been perfect, but he knew it would have ruined everything if he had asked.
Jeremy reached his orgasm in moments and discharged with several long jets, then adjusted his dick back into his trousers. He looked again at Drake's body. Oh, if he could just make real love with that beautiful body, that beautiful young man! But... who knows... he thought.
"You are really unique at giving head." Drake said, still not moving. Jeremy didn't say a word. "You must have a real experience, right?" the other asked. Again Jeremy didn't answer. "You are a fag, right?"
"No. I could be a gay, but not a fag."
"Fag, gay... what's the difference?"
"Fag is a despised word. Gay isn't."
"I'm not despising you. Nobody spits on the plate of his food, right?"
"Don't you skinheads bash the gays?"
"Did I bash you? You love giving head, I love the way you do it. Where is the problem?"
"But you normally do."
"I never did. We just play a game you see. It's likely that the guys we yelled at, we treated as fags, in fact weren't. Anyway you don't seem a fag at all, or a gay as you prefer. You are not a sissy. You're OK."
"Just saying that to get more head in the next few days?"
"No. But sure I want more head." Drake said with a cunning smile. "You like it, I like it. Isn't that just perfect? If you are gay or not, doesn't matter, until you..."
"Until I give you head." Jeremy concluded.
"Right. But... anyway, you are gay, aren't you?"
"I am."
"How comes that you became gay?"
"Nobody becomes gay. You are born that way. How comes that you are quite blond?"
"My mother is blond. Is your father gay?"
"It's not that simple..."
"Anyway, who cares?" Drake said sitting up starting to straighten his clothes. "You play soccer, you said?"
"No, I play football."
"Ah, yes. At the College?"
"Yes, the College Team."
"Is your team strong?"
"Yes very. We have the championships soon."
"And are you a good player?"
"More or less, I'm not bad at all..."
"Do you have a... boyfriend?"
"No."
"Having sex with your team mates?"
"No way! Are you kidding? They don't know I'm gay. If they knew that it would be impossible for me to be part of the team. They would fire me on the spot."
"But if you play well?"
"Don't YOU know how much gay people are despised?"
"Skinheads are despised as well, but who cares."
"I don't despise you."
"I don't either." Drake answered standing up, now fully dressed.
"I've to go home. I'm in fear of being a little late".
"Are your parents troublesome?"
"At times, especially my father."
"What will you tell them?"
"Nothing. I had a chat with a friend..."
"With a friend's dick!" Drake joked.
"Yes, but not just that. Also with you."
"Am I a friend?"
"Can I tell my father I had a chat with a skinhead after giving him head?" Jeremy asked smiling.
"I guess no." laughed out loud Drake, then said: "By the way, I like you. See you soon." and rapidly climbed down from the rock, leaving the park.
Jeremy took his sack and left. Derek was already far ahead, walking rapidly. Jeremy still feelt the aftertaste of the skinhead's cream, and again thought it had a curiously good taste.
He went back home. His father didn't ask him any question, just stared at him for a moment with a frowned expression.
They met again, returning to the park. After Jeremy gave him head and then wanked himself, again they chatted a little before parting. It became some kind of pattern for their meetings. Jeremy liked Drake, and not only his beautiful body and cock, and his sperm's good taste. Drake seemed to like Jeremy, not only for the way he was giving him head.
All their meetings started with Drake saying "Let's go." and ended with Drake's "See you soon." Jeremy understood that Drake liked to feel in command, but when having sex, it was Jeremy who was really in command. He was careful not to let the skinhead perceive the shift.
The weather had become a little chilly, but was still good enough to permit their meetings. When they crossed each other on the street now, they exchanged a nod or a small wave with the hand, and Jeremy felt happy for this little change. He didn't consider it as a relationship with Drake, it was too one-sided, but he did feel OK with the skinhead. Each time it seemed that Drake enjoyed his relief more and more, thanks to Jeremy's deft touch.
One evening, during the peak of his orgasm, Drake did something unusual. He caressed Jeremy's chest, as well as caressing his hair, while receiving the long blowjob.
At one stage, after a long interlude, Drake said him that he missed his blow jobs. He didn't say he missed Jeremy, but the boy understood the meaning to be almost the same.
Another small step was that now Jeremy opened his trousers and lowered them when undressing his companion, so that he could wank while sucking him, so that they reached orgasm almost in the same time. Jeremy loved this little change.
Yes, Jeremy thought that he was almost happy with this half, strange relationship, even if it was limited to their sex encounters and the following short chat.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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