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 8 - AARON
Mark had changed a lot after his confession to Jeremy. Not so evident in his mannerisms, even though he didn't play the macho part much any more, but it was especially evident in his change of attitude towards Jeremy.
While clearly enjoying Jeremy giving him head, they now concentrated more on doing sixty niner's. He loved being fucked in his arse so much, that during the course of their friendship, Jeremy was asked less and less to bottom for him. Jeremy almost exclusively surrendered to the demand to top Mark, and did so willingly. They always rutted with sheer passion and manly exuberance.
Derek was a different story. He was absolutely spontaneous, both of them loved receiving as well as giving. Their sex was calm and quiet, long and tender, but not less passionate. The hours they could spend having sex were robust and more than pleasant. There was a growing understanding outside their sexual escapades too. Their chat was becoming less and less superficial. Just being together gave them both a good feeling. Yes, he liked Derek a lot.
Jeremy also had several new encounters with Robert. He was the one that was just fond of having pleasure and fun. For him, sex was more a play thing than a commitment. Jeremy learned to appreciate his careless and free spirited approach to sex. Robert also liked to participate in the sexual antics, experimenting with several different and fancy positions that Jeremy found pleasant and at times, amusing. Another thing that Jeremy liked about Robert, was his love of have sex during the daytime, where ever that might be. Under a cloudless sky, or in water, being that of the lake, the river or under a waterfall.
Jeremy's life was now full of sex - varied, enjoyable, intense sex.
Just one problem seemed to arise. His school mates had noticed that he was often seen with one or another of the skinhead, and this gradually alienated several of his friends. Even within his team, although he was a good player and a quiet type, nobody talked to him. Some of his class mates and, indeed some of the teachers, started to criticize him or worse still, avoided him altogether.
Jeremy shrugged it all off as he was really happy with his new friends.
He was developing a special liking for Sean, Derek's elder brother. Besides feeling more and more attracted to him physically, he really liked his multilayered personality, his way of thinking, his behaviour. Because the feelings were mutual, the frequency of Jeremy's visits intensified just for the sheer pleasure of being near him and having long chats with him. Unhappily, Sean didn't show any kind of physical attraction towards Jeremy, so he didn't dare try any sexual approaches. He would not ruin that growing and precious friendship. But just spending some time with Sean was such a pleasure, so agreeable, that Jeremy slowly intensified his visits to him.
One evening, Jeremy took his bike and went to Sean's trailer, hoping that he would be home. There was light at the windows. He parked his bike and approached the entrance. The door was ajar. He had always been made welcome so that he had ceased knocking before entering weeks ago, so he just pushed the door open and entered. There was no one to be seen.
"Sean? Derek?" he called, but got no answer.
And yet the lights were on. He heard a noise. Calling again, he headed for the brothers bedroom.
Aaron was lying completely naked, askew on the king size bed, his legs spread, masturbating slowly.
"Oh, sorry... I was looking for Sean..."
"Yes, I know but there's nobody around tonight. They've all gone to the movies."
"But... what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you." Aaron said with a cunning smile, continuing to slowly masturbate.
Jeremy was fascinated with the long, slender, strong tool that Aaron's hand encircled. He was fascinated watching Aaron pumping it. He hadn't realized on the night of the gang bang that Aaron was not circumcised and that he had such a beautiful cock on him.
"Waiting for me? Nobody knew I was coming..."
"I heard a bike, so I looked and recognized that it was you, and I've prepared a little welcome surprise for you."
"Some welcoming surprise." Jeremy said with an ironical smile.
"Don't you like what you see?" the other asked pulling his legs off the bed and sitting on the edge, continuing to slowly masturbate.
"A nice show, I must say. Well, bye, then."
"Thinking of going? Come on, come here and join me."
"I don't see why..." Jeremy said, but he felt an increasing difficulty in leaving because he had become deeply aroused by the unexpected scene.
"Because you want this, you really want this."
"You think so?" the boy asked, but didn't move. He was becoming really hot for the young man, more specifically, that beautiful cock.
"Come here, Jerry... I want to fuck you."
"I don't feel like..." Jeremy said, all though he was clearly lying.
"Why not? I know you let Derek, Mark and Robert fuck you as they please, and perhaps Sean as well. Why not me?"
"I'm not a skinheads' bitch, Aaron."
"Call me Ron. No, not a bitch. A whore has to be paid. You just like being fucked, don't you? Oh, and giving good head. Mustn't forget that".
"To whom I choose." Jeremy curtly answered.
In reality his mouth was watering for that cock, his hole twitching with anxiety. He was full of lust.
"Look at my sex pistol. It's fully loaded, you know, and it can take you to paradise... or hell if you prefer." Aaron said standing and approaching Jeremy.
The boy stepped back. Aaron advanced again. Jeremy stepped back once more but his shoulders hit the wall. Aaron was on him pressing his naked body against the boy. Jeremy trembled with desire and pleasure at that intimate contact. He felt deeply troubled.
"Let me go." said Jeremy in a low but clear voice.
"No. I want you."
"I... do you want a fight?"
"Shut up, boy. You want it even more than me. I know. Jump on the bed and let me fuck you.Ó said Aaron with a lusty voice, starting to open the boy's shirt.
Jeremy knew he could have fought him. Aaron was smaller than him, but his legs felt weak. The young man, meanwhile, had opened Jeremy shirt and was starting to pull it free of his trousers. He tried to escape but Aaron blocked his way. He started to gently chew on one of his ears.
"Stop it, Ron!" Jeremy protested trying to regain some authority and determination.
"No..." Aaron whispered and his hands fumbled with Jeremy fly, "You are a hot boy... and I'm feeling your hard-on."
"Do you want to rape me again?"
"Would you like that?" Aaron asked half mockingly.
"No. Once was enough! I didn't like that at all."
"But in any case, you let your... rapists have you again, so, it's my right to have you again, just like the others. Don't you think?"
"You don't have any right and certainly no privilege over me. I'm not your slave."
"OK. But you are a boy in need of a good fuck." Aaron said lowering Jeremy jeans and underpants in one push.
Jeremy closed his eyes and hissed, "Let me go. Stop it."
"No way."
The boy summoned the little remaining strength he had and started to struggle for freedom. Aaron laughed softly but rapidly and skilfully immobilised the boy and, half dressed as he was, lifted him and threw him into the centre of the bed.
"You won't escape me boy. I want to fuck you, and I will fuck you. Don't complicate things. You want to be fucked. You know and I too know it. So, be a wise boy..."
Jeremy read lust in Aaron eyes, and that lust heightened his desire and lessened his will to escape. He was panting and trembling, half in rage with himself for feeling so weak at the hands of that young man, half in growing greed for that manly, aroused body that was clearly craving him.
"You seem mesmerized by my cock..." Aaron sneered, "Do you like it? Isn't it a real gun? You want to make it fire, don't you?"
Jeremy didn't answer, didn't move. The young man climbed the bed, kneeling near the half naked boy, and eyed it with evident pleasure.
Jeremy tried one last tactic. "I didn't know you were gay..."
"I'm not gay at all. I don't know about the others, but that's not the case with me. You're just young and hairless like a girl. You know how to give a very good blow job, better than a girl, and your sweet arse is not different from a girl's arse. So, you are a good fuck, a good substitute for a babe..."
"Even with this hard cock?" insisted Jeremy, hoping to discourage him.
"Well, nobody is perfect. I'll just imagine it's not there." Aaron said with a smile while continuing to disrobe Jeremy. This time he didn't oppose.
Aaron turned him over with ease, like a rag doll, and in a moment Jeremy was completely naked and aroused more than ever. He was ready, even willing, to be fucked by the horny young man.
Aaron made Jeremy lie on his back and sat on his chest. He put two cushions under the boy's head then slid over the smooth chest, pointing his tool at Jeremy lips.
"Lick it, kiss it, suck it, Jerry. Enjoy it, and make me enjoy it too." he said with a lewd smile.
Jeremy opened his lips, took hold of the powerful barrel with one hand, pulling down the skin and discovered the almost glowing, reddened head, and started to lick it. He looked up at Aaron and saw his smile widen and his head nodding in appreciation.
"Yes, you are a good boy... we were wrong to rape you... we only needed to ask you, right? You love being fucked, don't you? You love cock. You want cock for breakfast, lunch and dinner, night and day, up your arse and deep down your throat, right? You are born to service real men's cock.
ÒYou only have to move into this home and you will have as much cock as you want. Lick it, suck it, kiss it, and worship it, Jerry. You are right, you're are not a whore. A whore does just their work. You are a real worshipper and your only god is the mighty rod, the virile shaft. You are more than a worshipper, you are the high priest. Don't you sing in church 'oh god, come in me, fill me? Your rod is my joy? I'm open to receive you in me?' Yeah..."
Jeremy didn't listen to the crass words. Nor did he take in the tone. He heard nothing from Aaron. The centre of his being concentrated on tasting, enjoying the hot meat column and it's musky perfume, it's sweet-sour taste, it's consistency and smoothness, it's hardness and heat. His hands were caressing the young man's strong thighs, his concave stomach, his broad chest, feeling that body, that manly body that ached to take him. He willed himself into preparing for the greatest fuck of his life. His hole twitched with anxiety. It awaited it's fulfilment impatiently... but first the mouth.
"Good boy Jerry. Take it all, all of it, yeah... yeah, like that, widen your hot throat. That's it... velvet lips, soft and lively tongue, deep and hot throat. You're perfect. A born cock sucker..." Aaron said taking the boy's head with both hands and sliding forward, fucking Jeremy's mouth deeper with each thrust, pushing the tip into the clutches of his throat.
"I like your talents a lot, even if you are just a little fag. You are too good. You are the best mouth I ever fucked. Where did you learn to do this. Tell me? Was it at the College? Do they have special courses for that? No? A natural talent then? You see, Nigerois and Jews don't count for anything, but young chicks like you are precious sex toys. No, not toys, machines... no, better than just machines. I've found the right word for your kind. Sex angels!"
Jeremy was too engrossed in giving head to take any notice of Aaron's rants.
Aaron slowly withdraw. He took Jeremy's body and twisted it onto his all fours, then knelt into his back passage.
"Ready for the second round, boy? Keep your bum up and your shoulders down. Good, that's it. Yeah, a really nice, round, small, hairless, white arse. Spread your cheeks. Give me your sweet little bung-hole... Yeah, very nice. Do you want me to sword you? Will you take my snake in your warm burrow? Oh, it's winking at me, it's inviting me. Yeah... here I come."
Aaron grasped the boy's waist, and applied the tip of his iron-like meat against the twitching orifice and pushed. Jeremy gave a slight sigh of contentment and relaxed, ready to accept the coming invasion.
Aaron was looking at his slender, straight, long spear sliding into the narrow hole, burying itself in the warm and welcoming receptacle. He grinned at the success of his conquest. He entered Jeremy smoothly in one continual, gentle push, until his groin's thick bush was firmly pressed against the small buttocks. Jeremy enjoyed the long, steady thrust. He had never felt such penetration. Nobody had ever reached such depths. He felt exhilarated, excited and even more aroused.
"Here I am. I'm in you up to my balls and you've got a beautiful arse. It's just the right shape, the right tightness, the right softness, the right warmth... I really feel at home inside you... Yes, Jerry, I really love your mouth and your arse. As for that thing between your legs, just jerk off if you want. That won't disturb me. You have no breast, and that's a pity, but nobody's perfect. You arse hole is perfect. You ready for the ride? For the rodeo? I'm a very talented rider. Babes cry in joy when riding me. Will you cry for joy too? Oooohhhh, gooood! Do you feel it? Do you like it?" Aaron started the rhythmic pump and felt the hot channel engulf the very reason for his being.
Yes, Jeremy was enjoying it very much. He had to admit that Aaron was really good at fucking. He hoped the young man would take his time. He wanted to enjoy the sensuous fuck. He really had the perfect cock for the perfect ride. Jeremy closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying not to moan too loud.
He didn't move. He didn't want the young man to reach the orgasm too soon. He wanted a long, lasting fuck. In and out, in and out, in a steady, strong, smooth swing. The faint slapping of their bodies, groin and buttocks, underlined the wonderful dance of the manly young man. In and out, in and out in an endless movement, like a pendulum marking the time of pleasure, so good, so different from the hasty fuck of the rape evening... So wonderful...
Suddenly, he perceived that the young man was filling him with his warm seed, even though there seemed to be no change in the rhythm. Aaron's muscled body tensed and relaxed several times, the pushes were deeper and stronger.
Jeremy ejaculated on his own shirt that lay under his belly. When the orgasm was over for both of them, Aaron continued pump him ever so slowly. Jeremy felt a new sensation, a new thrill that he had never experienced.
At last Aaron withdrew, very slowly, then, getting to his knees, gently slapped Jeremy arse and said, "A very nice, good, long fuck, wasn't it? You can relax now boy. You were amazing."
Jeremy relaxed and turned on his back. He looked at Aaron, who smiled at him with satisfaction while stretching his arms across himself caressing his own chest in a slow, sexy way.
"Do you regret that it wasn't Sean fucking you?" he asked in a sly smile.
"Sean and I don't fuck, we are just friends."
"Oh, he doesn't know what he's missing. Rob told me you are very good and he was right. I didn't enjoy that night as much as tonight."
"Neither did I."
"And now?"
Jeremy didn't answer. He didn't want to give Aaron the satisfaction of hearing that he had really enjoyed the long session.
He just said: "I feel tired."
"But I did all the work! No, I don't feel tired. I could even say that I feel refreshed. Nothing better than good sex to revive your energies."
"Why did you rape me that evening?"
"Why? I don't know. Just Roy suggested it. Bit of a game I suppose. Drake told us you were very good at giving head. We asked him to introduce us. Roy just suggested that we should fuck you, you know, use your arse as well as your mouth. He has just two holes, he said, not three, but we can all the same pleasure ourselves from both of them, right? So we did."
"Raping people is a game?" Jeremy asked mockingly.
"Well, could be."
"Do you feel powerful, five against one?"
"Powerful? Yes. To subdue somebody, to bend somebody to your will, to your decisions, makes you feel powerful. A babe, a fag, a nigger, a Jew..."
"Is that all people are to you? Someone to be despised, bashed, or killed?"
"Wow, what thoughts. No, they all have the right to live, to eat, to work, and to serve real men. Besides, a real man asks them."
"And you are a real man, right?"
"Haven't I shown you that?"
"No. You've just shown me that you know how to fuck, not that you are a real man."
"A real man doesn't need to show anything to anybody. He is."
"Like God - he is!" Jeremy said with sarcasm.
"You see, America has been ruined by democrats and liberals with all their shit about equality, rights, politically correct, democracy, and all that crap. It's bullshit. The first Americans were real men, most of them. They just took what they wanted, because they had the strength, the power to do it. It's the law of nature you see."
"So, you crave a dictatorship? For a society of masters and slaves? For the law of the strongest? Is that you want?"
"I'm not a fascist. Nor do I want a dictatorship. A law is a need. But a good law, not that crap they call law. I believe in democracy, but just between real men. A vote for women? Bullshit! To niggers? Fool! And power to Jews? A suicide."
"And gays?"
"They're like women. They are weak people. No vote for them either. They can serve us and we'll will protect them, as we do with our women, if they are good at serving us. I'd cherish you if you were my slave, really. You are a good boy after all, and you're a very good fuck." Aaron concluded laughing softly.
Jeremy shook his head in disbelief.
"You would like to have me as a sex slave?!"
"Why not? Not just for sex, anyway. You could be useful in a thousand different ways. But, yes, mainly, for sex. You'd be happy to have me as a master, like you were happy being fucked a few minutes ago."
"I'd rather die than be your slave... for sex or for anything else."
"But you've just had sex with me."
"Because I decided to have it. Because I am a free man."
"Because you recognized my superiority."
"No, not at all. Because I thought you are sexy. To my way of thinking, a black man or a Jew can be sexy, not just your so called real men!"
"You might be right, yes, a slave could be sexy too."
"But I don't feel that you are superior to me... at all."
"Because they have brought you up filling your little head with pure, real crap. It's not your fault, I know. You are a good boy, like I said."
"A good fuck you mean."
"Yes, that too." Aaron said with a cunning smile, caressing his now soft tool. He nestled next Jeremy and looked at him for a long while, and said, "I want to have sex with you again."
"Now?"
"No, not now. Within the next few days."
"You snap your fingers, expecting me to run and serve you?"
"It would be nice. No, just to meet your desires with my want. You like it and I like it."
"And if my answer to that was a resounding no?"
"It'd be a pity, for you and for me. Silly. But in this society, you seems to have the right to say no. Anyway, I know, you won't say no..."
"Don't you think you are a little bit conceited? Do you think you are... so irresistible?"
Aaron looked at him and shook his head, then rose and left the bed. He stopped at the door, turned towards Jeremy, and said, "You're too naive. You can't understand. I pity you."
Jeremy sighed, stood and retrieved his clothes dressing slowly.
If there was someone to be pitied, it was Aaron, he thought.
While returning to his bike, he asked himself: ÒWould you have sex with him again? Just sex?Ó Why not? It had been amazing, but he didn't and couldn't have anything in common with Aaron. Not a friendship. That was certain. Having regular sex meetings with somebody who wasn't a friend didn't seem quite right.
So, he concluded, taking off down the hill, no more sex with that "real man"! Anyway, he had enough lovers, more than he could have ever imagined. He really didn't need another one. Not like that Aaron anyway.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9
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