Drone-4717

If you are looking for a loyal slave. And are not going to demand money. Please message me. But if you demand money from me you will be blocked. Tributes gift cards. I will not be giving you money. Period. I am not a cash fag if you do not like it there is the door. And women need not apply I am gay not in to women

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Been getting a few interesting requests from tops and vers Doms to be their keyholders and keep them accountable at the gym 🤣. I'm always happy to oblige such requests for a price 😉.

I've converted or toppled a few vers or "Doms" into locked subs begging to worship and serve my hole before. I train hard at the gym and I can easily overpower most Doms.

Why? Because a lot of "Doms" have grown complacent and spend too much time on the internet. You can't demand the world from subs when you are complacent in your mediocrity. Submission is earned, and you're not automatically entitled to my respect just because your cock is free. Get off the internet and start developing yourself into someone worthy of a sub

Tumblr keeps censoring me. Maybe I should just post chastity bulges from now on.

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Could Sir be any more perfect !!! So incredibly sexy

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OLD STORIES 2

The boss told me to go and look for Mike in the other department as I would be working alongside him for the next few weeks. He was a new guy in the company and I hadn’t yet seen him. I walked into his office and liked what I saw. He was over 6 foot stocky built, more like a scrum half, in suit, white shirt and tie. His had a number one and was clean shaven.

Come in and sit he said. His voice was at once masterful and yet kind. He seemed an easy bloke to get on with. As he stood up to shake my hand, I couldn’t help but try and see if there was a bulge in his trousers, as I could feel my own bulge getting bigger. I could see nothing due to the dark fabric but did not feel disappointed as he firmly shook my hand.

I hope we get on as there’s plenty of work to do over the next few weeks. There won’t be much time for breaks and I hope you don’t mind putting in a few extra hours. May put paid to your social life.

Sure I said, I can manage for a while.

He was right, there wasn’t much time off, but I didn’t mind as the work was interesting and he was there showing interest. A really good bloke.

About 8 one night when I was finishing up Mike suggested we go out for a quick drink which I jumped at. It would be good to be seen with him and get to know him a bit better.

I only live round the corner, why not come back for a drink and I’ll see if there’s anything for a meal.

The flat was pleasant and everything is good order, nothing to indicate how this man lived or what he did in his spare time. As he handed me a beer he said.

So what do you do in your spare time.

Oh, the usual, pubs and clubs, out with my mates, a bit of footie at the weekend.

I had been wanting to ask him a question and thought now, in his home was the best time.

I see you have a number 1. Just wonder why, as I can see you have a really good head of hair and no bald patches.

You noticed did you. Well, this is it long, I usually have it fully shaved, especially for holidays and the weekends.

Why. I said feeling a bit stupid

I think you know, Mike said, when I’m away from the office I’m a skin.

Christ, have you got all the gear, the Rangers, bleachers, braces, Fred Perry…

You seem to know what’s what.

Well, when you see a skinhead, you can’t help but look at them. They command respect and look like real tough blokes.

Too right. When I get home I usually like to get into my skin gear, makes me feel completely different from the nice bloke at work. I feel dominant, rough, and tough and thirsty for real action.

I ain’t surprised, from what I’ve seen of skins.

Why don’t you have another beer, Mike said, I need to go for a crap. Back in a minute.

He went up the hall and I heard the door close. Good God, Mike a skin. I couldn’t believe it. He seemed such a decent bloke at work. I sat there thinking of him in his skin gear and just couldn’t get the picture but just thinking made my cock start to stir. The more I thought the more my cock got erect till it was rigid. It was feeling tight in my underpants, so I leant back in the chair to adjust it and it sprang out in my trousers making a large bulge. It was a good cock and many a mouth had gagged on it. By this time I was feeling really randy and still lying back started to massage my dick in my trousers.

Playing with that fucking dick of yours, I heard a voice suddenly bark out behind me.

I spun round to see a skin in full gear standing in the doorway.

I could scarcely believe that it was Mike. His head was fully shaved and gleaming making him look mean and aggressive. He was wearing 21 hole Ranger boots with red laces, a red Fred Perry tee shirt, black braces, a black mac1 jacket and skin tight bleachers set high into his crotch. He was hung like a bloody donkey. I couldn’t take my eyes of the long bulge tight down his leg and could see his large cut head even in his denim. One arm was stretched up the door frame and I could see a rolled up white sock clenched in his fist. The other hand was on his hip and as I stared at his crotch so his hand moved between his groin to grab his balls and then move down his long shaft. He had to be erect it was so bloody big. 

What are you fucking looking at, Mike hissed. He had changed character and was now a real aggro skin. You said skins commanded respect so its time you gave some. Having a good look at my crotch are you. Well its all my fucking dick, thick and fucking big.

He came over and grabbed me by shirt, pulling me sharply and throwing me against the wall, my head bouncing off it. He was right up in front of my pressing his body against me staring into my face.

Smell this, a real cheesy skin sock, ramming it into my face. As I opened my mouth he thrust the sock in gagging me. I choked but the smell was great. It was really cheesy and I knew Mike had obviously had it on for days. As he pushed up my chin to make me clench the sock. His knee came sharply up into my crotch. It was fucking sore. Mike just smiled.

His knee came up again and started rubbing against my crotch.

You fucking love this, don’t you. That cock of yours is nice and fucking hard. Not a bad piece of meat. You love being done over by a skin. Yeah, respect you said.

He took the sock out, and I gasped for air.

Get down on your knees boy, now, he shouted.

As I sank down with his strong hand forcing me, I was level with the crotch.

You fucking like what you see, Mike said as his hand rubbed his massive dick through the denim. Time you saw what it looks like.

He ripped open the flies and putting his hand way down his bleachers, pulled out his erect dick. It was at least 9 inches and bloody thick with a gleaming head.

I ain’t had a piss for ages and I feel like it now and that mouth of yours is going to be the bog. Got it? 

He took his cock in his hand sliding it up and down the shaft a few times, then moved forward and slapped it against my face.

You fucking like that, dirty boy.

Then standing back he grabbed my head forcing it back.

Open that mouth of yours, I can feel my piss coming, fucking gallons of it and your’e gonna swallow the lot. I said open that mouth piss boy.

I did as I was told and Mike aimed his cock straight at my mouth.

It’s coming boy, its coming.

And with that the pee starting slowly arching into my open mouth. It bloody well stung as it hit the back of my throat with force and I gagged.

Fucking swallow boy.

I couldn’t hold back I had to start swallowing. The pressure of his piss was getting stronger as I started. It stung at first but just seeing that massive cock piss so hard, I wanted to take it all. I gulped and gulped but not quick enough to take the full stream and could feel the piss running down my shirt, soaking the front and down into my trousers. There seemed piss everywhere, down my throat down my shirt, down my trousers until I could feel my underpants wet.

Fucking drink it piss boy he shouted.

 I clutched my cock through the wet trousers rubbing the shaft. The piss was so good and seeing it spraying out of his dick was a turn on, making me so fucking randy.

As the piss stream came to a stop Mike moved forward.

Now you can lick the remaining piss and get my dick down that throat of yours. I want to feel my prick right down the back of your throat so you are gagging with my big cock.

I licked the head tasting the final drops of piss, but he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it right down the length of his cock. I gagged, but feeling his huge piece of meat down my throat was so fucking good.

That’s right let me face fuck you. Take the whole bloody lot, you love dick, that mouth of yours has had a few. Go one suck me, fucking suck me.

He continued grabbing my head and moving it up and down the shaft,his cock going further and further down my throat. His dick was fucking great.

You’re a great sucker, boy. You really love my prick. Christ, I’m gonna cum in a minute, go on suck hard.

 I couldn’t wait any longer. While sucking his cock, I unzipped my trousers and took out my rock hard dick, wet with Mike’s piss and started to wank. The harder I wanked the harder I sucked.

Shit I’m coming, boy, suck that dick, I’m coming, get it down your throat so you can feel my spunk. Yeah, now, shit man.

With that he erupted his load of cum down my throat, he couldn’t stop It went down my throat and out through my mouth running down my chin. It was fucking great. My own cock was ready to cum and while I licked and licked so I came, cum spurting out over the floor.

Lick that spunk boy. Mike’s hand, pushed the spunk on my chin and up into my mouth, poking two finger down the back of my throat. Go on lick my fingers take all my spunk. I licked the fingers dry.

Well that’s made a mess of you. All your office gear covered in my piss eh. Better get out of it and into something else. I haven’t finished yet. 

He yanked my shirt off, pulled me up and slid my trousers down. I was standing naked in front of him.

Not a bad body you’ve got there, good sized fat dick too. It would look a hell of a lot better in some other gear. I’ve set it out in the bedroom, so go and put it on and get back here quick then I’ll finish your clothing off with something else I’ve got.

I walked in his bedroom and lying neatly on the bed was full skin gear. It was what I’d always wanted. I’d seen all these skins and always wanted to look like one but never had the courage. Now Mike was letting me be what I really wanted. I put on the black Fred Perry, it was a perfect fit really tight to my chest, then the long white socks, then the bleachers. As I put them on I saw there was a good size hole in the seam at the arse. Fucking great I thought. Red braces and then 21 hole brown DMs. It was as if they were made for me. The bleachers were tight and I could feel with the braces, the seam tight in the crotch under my balls. My balls and stiffening cock were forced down the leg, making a large packet. Not as big as Mike’s but you could see very inch clearly pushing out from the tight denim. Shit this felt bloody fantastic even with short hair and no skinhead.

Get through here, Mike shouted, I told you we hadn’t finished.

I walked through.

That’s fucking better. Christ you also think so judging by that cock of yours. But you ain’t a true skin with that hair of yours. No, I ain’t shaving it off but you’ll wear this. He took out a full leather hood. 

Bend your head down, I don’t want to see a bloke in skin gear with hair so get this on. He opened the laces at the back and brought the hood over my face. It had eyelets, and opening for the mouth. I could smell the strong odour of leather up my nostrils as he tightened the laces at the back.

I’m gonna make this nice and tight so its part of your skin and you can breathe the leather.

Right head up, that’s better you look like a skin with a hood, and look fucking good. Stand up straight and spread your legs apart.

As did as commanded Mike put on a tight pair of black rubber gloves.

You’ll fucking love this boy.

He stood in front of me and with one rubbered glove hand grabbed my shoulders and with the other he moved round my back to my arse. Suddenly I felt the rubber against my warm flesh, the hole in the jeans. His finger found my hole and I felt a finger pushing its way moving around inside, the rubber was good.

You like that don’t you boy. That’s right stick that nice arse of yours out and turn round. Bend down but keep those legs apart. I suddenly winced as a second finger went in pushing up high and making my cock spring to action. Christ I loved it. Then the third finger pushing back my crack making it larger. Smell that, I took in a deep inhale and felt the smell of poppers mixed with leather right up my nose. My arse relaxed, I wanted more.

Get another finger up there please.

Don’t worry you’ll get the whole fucking fist. That arse of yours I want opened right up so you can take my cock. You see it’s big and I want you to feel it going the whole fucking way up.  

I felt the 4th finger go and my arse opening expanding. The finger moved around inside my arse the rubber against my skin felt great. My cock was straining inside my denims, my balls wanted to explode as I kept thrusting my arse out into his fist.  Mike’s other hand came round my waist and felt my bulging pouch, giving it a good rub.

You fucking love this, my rubber fingers up your arse and that hood on breathing in the leather. That cock of yours is fucking hard. You love this hand inside these bleachers, up your arse and still is full skin kit.

He wasn’t joking, it was fucking great.

He started to take his fingers out one by one leaving my arse feeling empty and then he stuck the rubbered hand at my nostrils, smearing it across the hood.

Like the smell of your arse boy, go on breathe it in. Bet you like that mix of arse and leather. Its time you had my cock up that arse. I want you to see me fucking you in your kit. See two skins locked together me with that big dick right up your arse. 

He shoved me to the bedroom in front of a full height mirror.

Face that boy, see yourself in skin kit with that leather hood on. Christ you look like a good fucking skin boy. That cock of yours is rock hard. Look at the fucking bulge its making in your bleachers.

He stood behind me and I could sense him taking out his dick. He spit into his hands and started rubbing it over his prick. 

You don’t need gel now, boy, a bit of spit is all as that arse of yours is wide open and ready.

He squeezed my bum then with one hand sharply pushed my head bending me over. His hand came down hard on my arse, not once or twice but several times each time giving a searing pain then he would squeeze the cheeks.

That’ll warm you up boy.

Again he spat gob onto his cock and rubbed it in.

Right boy arch that arse out, I’m ready, and with that I could feel his cock at the ripped hole in my bleachers, seeking out my arsehole. He found the crack quickly.

With all his hand work on my arse, the hole was ready. I moved my arse back and felt his massive dick sliding up. It was ripping my hole with its width but my arse wanted it and I edged back so it slid right up to the hilt. It felt great. I looked in the mirror and could see my skin clad body pinned to Mike, him standing behind me tight against my body looking totally in control, his helmet of a head against my leather hood, our booted legs together. He started to move back and I could feel his dick sliding back out almost to the tip then he rammed it back with full force. Shit, I loved it. His hands came round my chest and while pulling me even closer to him, he started to work on my tits, not massaging but nipping and pulling. It hurt but the more he pulled at my tits the bigger the nipples swelled and the more I wanted. I started moving my arse up and down his shaft taking in the full length. I wanted to be fucked and fucked while he worked my tits. Two skins together, one being fucked senseless by the other and being fucked in full gear.

You fucking love sliding up and down on my fat dick don’t you skin boy. That’s right take the whole fucking dick up that arse of yours. You love being fucked rigid don’t you. My prick right up in your skin gear through that hole in your bleachers. Go on look at us me with my huge cock thrusting it up that arse of yours, my hands working on those tits, your hooded head thrust back is pain and loving every fucking second. Take this cock skin boy, fucking ride it.

I felt it right up to the top almost splitting me but I wanted more forcing my arse tight back against his cock, my hands round his hips pushing him further and further into me.

Fuck me you skin, let me have that fucking big cock of yours, yeah fuck me hard skin man. Squeeze my tits harder, let me feel the pain while you ride me. I wanna be a fucking skin. Give to me.

I could see myself in the mirror, Mike’s hands on my tits, me thrusting up and down his shaft, my cock fucking stiff and bulging against my bleachers, it looked huge and there was a precum stain filling out on the denim. My balls were aching with the cum wanting to get out.

Fuck me you skin, fuck me hard, I yelled, I’m ready to cum you filthy skin, ram your dick home and spurt your cum right up my arse.

That’s right boy, talk like a skin, take this and this, my cock up you, skin boy, I’m ready you fucking skin, you gonna get all my spunk up now. Yeah, yeah,

And with that he exploded his cum up my arse, the arms round my waist forcing me even closer to him pummelling my arse with his dick. I could feel his spunk surging up my arse warm and wet. Christ it was fucking fantastic. As he gave a final thrust, I felt my cock erupt in my bleachers, my spunk running down the inside leg. It felt like gallons pouring inside the denim and I could see the cum stain getting bigger and bigger spreading out down and across, down to the top of my DMs, spunk seeping through the denim, my cock pulsating with cum, the huge bulge down my leg now fully covered in spunk.

The next day when I went into work I reported to Mike.

Had a good night, he asked

Yeah great, I replied.

Well I’ve spoken to the boss and asked that you work for me full time now and the first thing you can do is get out at lunchtime and get your hair cropped to at least a number 1. Better for after work.

Jake remembered exactly the first day he got off on Skinheads. The day when Skins started to infiltrate his brain. He was walking down the High Street when he saw in front of him 3 Skinheads from the rear. Two were in tight bleachers which seemed moulded to their arses, the other was in camos. All had high boots with either red or white laces, the boots were highly polished. All wore Alpha bomber jackets. The taller was clearly powerfully built  and his green jacket had the sleeves pushed up to show off all his tattoos and Jake could see the spider web tattoo all the way across his neck. The other two guys were smaller, the chubbier one’s arse really filled out his bleachers he wore a black alpha bomber and the third guy wore green to go with his camos. They walked together in a threatening way and Jake could see people turning round to stare. He heard the tall one shout out

‘What the fuck are you looking at. Never seen a Skin before. Quit the looking or I’ll punch the living daylight out of ya.’

‘Who the fuck’ he turned to his friend. ‘We’re skins we own this fucking place. I take no fucking prisoners.’

Jake’s cock was rigid, he looked down at his trackies and Christ it was making a huge bulge. He quickly wrapped his jacket over his trackies to conceal it but he felt so horny looking at these powerful gays with their shaved heads. They oozed power and aggression. He was under their spell.

They walked off in a different direction but as soon as Jake got inside his flat he had his cock down his trackies, still rigid and now a large wet patch of precum showing. He flipped his cock out and leant back against the wall with his eyes closed  dreaming of especially the tall guy imagining what he looked like from the front, imagining that if his bleachers were tight on his arse then he would be showing a huge bulge inching its way down his leg. He wanted to be at the guy’s mercy on his knees ready to take the cock all the way down his throat. He wanted to feel part of the Skin. Jake’s decent sized prick was almost vertical it was so hard as he started to run his hand up and down the shaft his cock head glistening with precum. The more he rubbed he more he could almost feel himself under full control of the Skin, being a full sub to his top. He could see the full picture of the Skin and his mind was in overdrive as his wanking brought him to  ejaculate. He threw his body outwards, shouting ‘fuck me Skin let me be your slave.’ His spunk lashed out, the biggest wank and most cum he had had in ages. He was hooked.

Jake could not get the ideas of Skinheads out of his mind and he started trawling the internet for photos. Once he got on to Tumblr, there were photos everywhere, not just normal pics but Skins fucking and sucking each other. Jake had never wanked as much in his life. The more he looked at these sites he suddenly one day decided he needed to have some of his own gear that he could wear around the flat. Nobody need know but at least he could feel more like a Skin. He went on to eBay to see what he might get and sure enough he bought the long white socks, the Lonsdale T shirt and red braces. He went on to the Doc Martens web site and found the high boots with red laces. Under bomber jackets he found the green Alpha jacket just like the tall skin who even though he had not seen the guys face was becoming his idol. Finally there was a bleachers site and he looked to see what was available. He hardly needed to decide it had to be ones with the rear zip. He was impatient to have them all and each day hoped the postman would deliver the clothes he craved for. They duly arrived and he was ready to wear for the first time but he also purchased two other items to complete his pleasure.

Jake laid all his new clothes out and stood back to admire. It was all Skin gear and he could wear the things that Skins wore and feel like one of them even if he wasn’t. It wasn’t as easy as he thought to put it all on especially lacing up the boots but before he managed to step into his bleachers his cock was so hard and pulsating with pleasure. Just like his hero they were so tight at the arse but his thick cock was stuffed down his right leg making a bulge that he never knew he had. There was the beginning of a precum stain showing. He put on the T shirt and then attached the braces to the jeans. At first he pulled them up but then remembered his idol let them hang down and so he did the same. He put on the green alpha bomber last and stood with his legs apart staring at his new look in the mirror. OK so he still had his head of dark wavy hair but he looked like a God, almost a Skin. So he could act out the part he took his new piece of clothing out. A full rubber hood with eye slits and another for his mouth. He pulled it down tight and it was pressed tight against his whole face all the way down to the base of his neck. He then looked at himself. Now he no longer looked like Jake but like a Skin. He let his arms swing wide and staring into the mirror he shouted

‘I’m a fucking Skin mate, I’ll fucking kill you. You want a fuck well I’m a skin fucker. I take no shit.’

His cock was bursting as he felt himself become a skin but he needed the one final thing. From his bed he took up the 9” black rubber dildo and let a few gobs of spit roll over the shaft. Easing the rear zip down he let himself go into the squat position and pushed the dildo up the crack of his arse. Watching his reflection he carried out shouting ‘I wanna be fucked by a skin. Skin to fucking skin. A good sized dick up my arse. Only a skin dick.’ 

He could feel the dildo moving up inside him until it was all the way up to the hilt. He felt as if his idol was inside him. His skin idol fucking the living daylights of him and he also a skin.

Using one hand to push and pull at the dildo he undid his front zip and yanked out his boner, taking it firmly in his other hand. 

‘That’s it mate fuck me you skin and let me cum.’

 The more he rammed the dildo in and out of his arse the more his hand gripped his shaft. He was hardly needing to wank such was his excitement at seeing himself almost a skin and with a black rubber dildo all the way up him.

‘Fuck me you fucking skin, take me, spunk all the way up me man.’

And with that he came his cum spraying across the mirror, running in thick globs down, white and thickly creamy.

That night Jake slept in his full skin gear feeling encased being a skin. He woke up every now and then to press his hand on his seemingly constant erect cock. He had never felt like this.

He had hoped to rush home from work the next day to get back into his gear but had to meet friends after work for a drink His mates asked him if he was Ok as he seemed on edge but it was only because he wanted to stand in front of the mirror and shout abuse at himself.

As he left the pub he suddenly caught sight of his Idol, again the rear view only. He was on his own and looked as if he was on a mission. This time Jake thought he did not want to let him out of his view so quietly managed to follow him. He went down the edge of the old railway sidings making it difficult for Jake to hide but he managed to keep on the other side of the old railway carriages. The Idol walked into the darkened tunnel and stood at the far end leaning against the wall. Jake could now see what he looked like and it was even better than he imagined with the shaved head, the cobweb tattoo and a scar on one of his cheeks. He had obviously been in many fights and his nose looked like a boxer’s having been broken several times. But to Jake he was all man and good looking. As Jake stared at him  his cock was hard and he started stroking the trousers as his breathing increased. Suddenly he was aware of a noise on the other side of the carriages. Crouching he looked under the wheels and saw a pair of high Doc Martens with white laces moving towards the tunnel. The guy stopped at the tunnel opening. The Idol turned round to see who was approaching and put his hand to his crotch stroking the full length of his shaft and arching his back out so they could see the full thick outline. The new Skin stopped and also stroked his bleachers. He was a muscle guy with just bleachers and vest and Jake could see the tattoos all down both arms. The Idol unzipped his flies and brought out his cock. Christ it looked huge and was glistening in the night light. He then took his hand and started massaging the shaft. The other Skin started walking down the tunnel until he was facing the Idol who put one  arm out grabbing the guys hand and placing it firmly on his cock, his other arm going round the Skin’s neck and pulling him in to tongue him. Jake thought he would cum without any wanking he was so excited.

Suddenly the Idol moved his arms and spun the Skin round so he was flattened against the wall of the tunnel. The guy put up his arms and moved his arse out into the Idol’s crotch

The Idol pulled down the rear zip of the guy’s bleachers and poked two finger into his crack, moving them around to widen the hole. Taking the finger out he let spit drop onto his prick and rubbed it gently up and down the shaft so his spit covered the full length of his tool. Placing one arm on the guys shoulder he used the other to guide his dick into the crack and slowly Jake could see him shoving it up the full length. The skins mouth opened in pain as he could feel the thick diameter force its  way up. But he clearly loved it as he pushed his arse outwards so he could feel the Idol’s pubes rub against his bum. With his cock fully up, the Idol put both arms on the shoulders of the skin and started to push and pull sliding his cock almost the whole way out and then ramming it back in with greater force. The more he pushed the more the Skin shoved his arse backwards. The idol gripped hard the shoulder blades as his pleasure increased. Jake could make out that he was nearing his orgasm. Jakes cock was so hard it was painful and though he put his hand into trousers  it was caught inside so he had to rub the denim. As the Idol shot his load so Jakes own cock exploded down inside some of the cum oozing out through the fabric the rest forming a long drip line. Jake was breathless. This was like a dream come true the only drawback was that it was not him with the Idol. The two skins zipped up and giving one another a good tonguing, went their separate ways. It was only raw sex they wanted and both had been satisfied.

For Jake this was almost a dream come true, seeing the Idol ‘s large prick and then seeing it ramming the other Skin. He hardly slept working out his next move but he knew what had to be done.

The next evening when it was dark he put on all his Skin gear apart from the mask and slipped out of his apartment with a long coat covering most of his gear up in case someone saw him. He drove down near the tunnel and parked up then got out to hide in the bushes. His heart was racing. Would the skin return looking for more sex. The mere possibility had his cock hard the bulge straining against his bleachers. He heard a noise and sure enough his idol walked past and into the tunnel loitering at the end where there was a glow of light.

Jake was terrified but he so wanted to have the Skins cock. He put on the rubber hood pulling it tightly down over his head and neck. No one would know he was not a skin as the hood was so tight. He moved out of the bushes and started to walk towards the tunnel, making sure he walked with a swagger just like a Skin his arms slightly out as though he might be ready for a fight.

The Skin saw him at the end of the tunnel and stubbed out the ciggie from his mouth to let his hand come down and stroke his bulge. In the dim light Jake could make out the long hard bulge. Jake let one of his hands rub his own dick in the hope the Skin could see that he was also well hung. Jake felt like a skin about to have a session with another real Skin.

Trying not to breathe too heavily he approached the skin and stood in front saying nothing but waiting.

‘Luv your fucking hood mate .It’s making me feel right horny. I’ve a boner and a half here and need a good blow job so quit the looking, get down in front of me mate.. I want to see you unzip me and get yer hand inside my sweaty crotch and pull me out. You’ll like what you see. I want you to take the full length.

Jake did as told and got down on his knees and put his hands up to unzip the bleachers. He opened the button so he could get his hand inside and pushed his hand down past the hairy balls. Shit it felt as if he had to put his hand all the way down the guys leg to pull it out.

‘Don’t yank at it mate it’s me fucking prick.’

As Jake pulled it out so he could see the large head glistening with precum. He lowered the bleachers more so he could also get the balls out, and they were well hung. 

‘Glad you like the balls as well mate as you can pull them while you suck me off. Luv me balls being pulled. Now get some of yer spit onto me dick before you suck.’

Jake let a big gob of spit emerge through the slit in his hood. And putting one hand around the guys balls he took hold of the shaft with his other hand and moved it to his mouth. The Skin could see the cock head sliding past the rubber slit as it entered Jake’s mouth

‘I fucking love the hood mate. Luv seeing my dick going through the rubber.’

 At first Jake thought he might gag but all he wanted was to have the full shaft slide down the back of his throat. As he grasped the Skin’s bleachers so the Skin let his hands slide over the hood.

‘Fucking love your rubber mate makes me even hornier. Almost as good as a fuck. Love me hands on the rubber pushing my dick further and further into yer throat. Shit man you love cock the way you’re gobbling me. Now pull on me balls, yank them down let me feel some pain.’

Jake grabbed the balls even tighter and pulled hard.

‘Fucking hell that’s sore mate but feels fucking great. Now suck.’

As Jake pulled so the Skin holding Jakes rubber clad head pushed his head in and out towards his pubes. Jake’s mouth was so full of cock. This was real.

‘Shit man I’m gonna come so get ready to take all me spunk and swallow it so you feel me going all the way down into you. I luv yer fucking rubber.’

And with that the Skin exploded his cum into Jake’s throat, so much cum that it started to ooze out the rubber slit and down the  front.

‘Shit man what a fucking blow job, yeah man.’

Once he had come he pushed Jake’s head back and took his hand to wipe any left over cum off his dick before stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘I need to see what you look like mate, you’re something else.’ 

As we went to put his hands on the hood Jake said

‘No man leave it as is you liked the hood so let’s leave it at that.’

‘Did you not hear me? I said I want to see what you look like. Do as I say or Ill fucking knock  you.’

The Skin leant over Jake who was by now terrified and slowly grabbing the base of the neck the Skin pulled the mask up and over Jakes head.

Jake could not move. The Skin stared hard at him.

‘You’re not a fucking skin. All that clothing is just a joke. That fucking mass nof hair. You’re fucking pretending. Nobody but a Skin has sex with me. I fucking hate someone like you who thinks he is  skin. It’s not just fucking clothes. It’s a way of life. You slimy little bastard.’

‘I’m sorry but I love skin clothing and I’ve seen you around and so wanted sex with you.’

‘I could fucking kill you trying it on with me and having me cum like this. Don’t think you are getting away with this so stand up, NOW.’

Jake was almost paralysed with fear and did as told. The Skin put Jake into a stranglehold, tightening his grip around the throat.

‘I’m sorry, I really am.’ Jake blurted out. ‘I just wanted to be like you.’

‘You don’t fucking piss with me mate. Fucking little bastard. I’ll teach you. I could fucking well strangle you now.’

Jake felt his breath was being squeezed out of him, was becoming more and more dizzy, the pain increasing as he tried to breathe. Suddenly it was too much and he passed out.

Little by little Jake could feel his eyesight returning. He was not dead. He was not standing and he could hardly move his head. He realized he was on his knees but his neck felt cold and it was as though his neck was in a brace. He had no idea where he was . It suddenly dawned on him that he was in a cage and his head was jammed into a hole in the cage but not just that as he brought his hands up to his neck he could feel a steel collar around his neck. As he managed to look in front him, unable to fully raise his head he saw a pair of bleachers in white laced Doc martens in front of him. The Skin was on a stool facing him.

‘Wondered when you’d fucking well come round. So how do you feel. You’re mine now and it’s up to me what to do with you. Only I can let you out. I see you pissed yerself when I choked you but at last it’s drying out. Anyway bleachers are best if they’ve got dried piss down them. Skins like their boots nice and shiy so you can start licking mine.’

The Skin put one of his boots up into Jake’s face. 

‘Now let me see a few good gobs on them before you lick.’

Jake cleared his mouth and spat several times onto the boot. 

‘Now let me see you fucking lick. Start with the sole until I tell you to do the caps.’

Jake could feel the dirt and mud from the boots come up into his mouth. He wanted to gag but knew he would be punished so he swallowed and got on while the Skin stared at him.

‘That’s right mate now get on with the cap.. Let me see your tongue go all over.. Stick your fucking tongue the whole way out so I can see.’

Jake extended his tongue and licked over the surface. Being in the cage and at the Skin’s total mercy, licking boots made his heart race and he could feel his cock inching down his bleachers. 

‘Good boy, now lick me other boot but let me cover it with some of my spit so I can see you taking in all my gob.’

The Skin spat hard on the boots, thick slimy spit.

‘Bet you love me gob eh mate? That’s right really lick, let’s see whose spit is best.’

Jake wanted to swallow the Skin’s spit as though he was devouring the person and making him part of him. Jake let his tongue linger on the spit and slurped it on the toe.

‘Lovely stuff mate. You see you’re mine. So you thought you could get away being a skin with that fucking hair of yours did you. No Skin has any hair we shave every other day and make it nice a shiny. That way you know not to mess with us. We are hard men and that ain’t just our cocks. So you know what is coming next. That hair of yours is going and soon you can see it all piled up on the floor.’

The Skin got out a barber’s electric razor and started working it over Jakes head. Jake wanted to shout out to stop but he wanted his hair gone and the more hair that was shaved off the more aroused Jake became.

‘Bet you’ve got a fucking boner with all this mate. Once I’ve finished with the electric razor I need to take the hand razor to get it all off so will put some shaving foam over your head. It’s all coming off a fucking treat mate. Gone all that fuzz of yours.’

Once the skin had used the razor he took a wet towel and removed all the remaining foam off to reveal  a nice shiny bald head.

‘OK mate you keep the steel collar on but I’m letting you out the cage so you can stand up. No funny stuff about escaping cause I fucking punch the living daylights out of you.’

The gate was released and Jake crawled out slowly standing up to his full height in front of the Skin.

‘Now let me see you proper. He took his large hand and slapped it over Jake’s face a couple of times. 

‘A few bruises makes you look the real stuff boy.’

‘Shit man you sure look a fucking good skin. You looked a right pussy boy before but now scalped you look fucking great. And what did I say?’

With that the Skin took his hand and grabbed hold of the outline of Jakes stiff cock straining at his bleachers. 

‘I said you had a boner and not a bad one at that. I like me skins with big dicks and you pass the test. Turn round.

Jake did as told and then felt the skins hands moving across his arse. 

‘Those bleachers of yours sure give your bum a nice tight shape. I love a solid arse and you know what your arse is for eh boy.’

‘Yes sir to be fucked,’

‘Too fucking right. What with that arse of yours and yer erect pole I fucking wanting to shag you and get my dick all the way up that arse of yours. So bend over the cage but first get that cock of your out and lemme see. Jake stuffed his hand down his trousers leg and pulled out his dick.

‘Let me get my hand around that boy. A good thick one you’ve got there. Might need to feel that up me at some stage but for now you are mine.’

Jake almost shivered as he felt his cock being squeezed by the skin and feeling his beery breath on his face.

‘So you’ve seen mine but have another look now before I get it up you.’

He pulled out his cock, and he was clearly feeling so horny it was almost vertical.

‘I’ll need to push this one down boy to get it up you as you’re making me feel right horny. So before you bend over bend down and let some of your spit on my dick. That way it’ll go up easier for you.’

Jake let two big gobs on to the thick shaft and bent over, the Skin unzipping the rear of the bleachers. 

I always fuck a guy in gear. Naked ain’t the same. I like my guys in full skin.’ 

The Skin got down behind Jake and put his face up against Jake’s arse using his tongue to lick and with his hands he could spread Jake’s cheeks wide to let his tongue get up the first part.

‘Lovely soft arse you’ve got there. No taste of shit. Now get ready to take this. Spread your legs and you’ll find it easier to take my thick tool Jut that arse out as well.’

Jake was almost gagging to be fucked by the Skin. This is what he had wanted since the first day he saw the guy. As he stuck his arse out so he felt the skins head burst through the opening. For someone who was so aggressive in his way of life he was gently taking Jake knowing that his tool would hurt unless Jake was ready  receive it.

‘Like that boy?’

‘Its fucking great. A right monster you have there’

‘I like your use of the word “Fuck” boy as we skins use it all the time. Shows we mean business.’

‘Then fucking fuck me sir.’

‘Don’t worry once I get this up to the hilt in your arse don’t expect me to be gentle. Now that’s it in really push yourself up against me then you have all of me inside you. Shit man you’ve been fucked a few times before. That arse of yours has had a few cocks up them.’

‘Yeah but none like your cock.’

The Skin put his arms round Jakes thighs.

Now stand up so you can press your body against me.

As Jake stood up so the Ski put his arms around Jake holding him tight and then kissed his neck.

‘Shit man I want you and not just tonight. Seeing that neck of yours has decided me that tomorrow you’ll have a good tat put across the back. I wanna see “Skinhead” and in big letters and then on your shoulder you’ll have my name showing all the lads you belong to me. Now let me get my hand onto that cock of yours and we can both orgasm at the same time. You’d like that eh?’

 Jake gulped as the Skin rammed his cock in and out as he let his body go from tight against the Skin and moving it slightly out until the thick head was almost ready to pop out but he knew exactly when to stop and then force himself back against the Skin.

‘Fuck, wank me man let me cum in your hand. I wanna have your hand covered in my spunk. Go on fuck me man, fuck me hard’, Jake shouted.

‘Take my fucking dick, feel me deep inside you sliding that massive shaft of mine up and down that juicy arse of yours. I can feel that dick of yours pulsating ready to erupt.’ 

‘Just fuck me, cum all the way inside me and get the spunk all the way up me.’

‘You’re about to get it  I’m ready man. So you too man spunk away.’

‘I’m a fucking skin being fucked by a fucking great skin. Its fucking brill man that’s it fuck me unload that spunk now.’

And with one final push the Skin shot his load deep inside Jake’s arse and the Skins hand was covered with thick creamy spunk.

They sank back over the cage exhausted

‘That’s the fucking best shag I have ever had.’ Jake shouted.

‘You won’t get better than me.’

‘Here’s a towel, wipe yourself off and get that prick of yours back in your bleachers. I’ll zip up your rear. You’ll soon have a nice damp patch of my cum oozing out that crack of yours and everyone will know who done it. I’m taking you to the skin club to meet the lads but you keep that collar on for now. I want them all to know that you are mine and I ain’t sharing you out. They’ll all want a bit of that cock so get ready to be touched up but its only me that gets to use your arse.’

‘I don’t want anyone else. I am yours and only yours and I am a skin at last. No longer a dream thanks to you and the real thing. A skin and your skin.’

Matt remembered he needed to drop in to the Laundrette to pick up his holiday clothes on the way home. It was almost closing time but he could see Betty, the lady who did all the washes, preparing to shut for the night.

‘You just made it Matt, it’s been a busy day with so many washes but here is your bag. You certainly have some nice patterend shirts and coloured chinos. Obviously off on your holiday.’

‘Yes, thanks, sorry to be late but I will  leave you in peace to shut up. See you soon.’

As soon as he got home he opened the bag to take his clothes out and could not believe what he was looking at. There were no patterned shirts or chinos. It was not his bag. He looked closely wondering what on earth was inside, As he put his hands in to check out in case his clothes were under the top layer he saw 3 jockstraps and though supposedly clean they still had a yellowish appearance. Under that were a combination of Fred Perry polo shirts and Lonsdale T shirts, generally black and white and a couple of khaki. Under that were 3 pairs of bleacher jeans in varying markings one pair so bleached they were almost white, and a pair of camos. Finally at the bottom of the bag were two alpha bomber jackets one in green and the other black.

It was the complete outfit of a skin head. It couldn’t be anything else. Probably the skin head had all his clothes and was spitting blood at not having his own. He had seen the skins in town and knew what tempers they had and always looking for trouble. But it was too late to go back to the laundrette so he zipped up the bag and decided that first thing tomorrow he would have to take it back in the hope the skin did likewise.

As the evening wore on he kept looking at the bag, tempting him to open up and look at more closely. ‘Hell as long as he packed them all carefully no one would notice.’ Looking at all the gear in the open bag started to make his cock twitch. There was something about skins which he found repulsive but at the same time so sexy, Seeing the shaved guys in tight bleachers with a large bulge nearly always gave him a hard on and now he was looking at a bag full of the stuff, he took out one of each item and holding them up realised that the size looked the same as his clothes.

‘Christ this is too good a chance to miss out. No one will notice and anyway I’ll just put the gear on for a couple of minutes at the most and then put it back.’

By the time Matt had stripped off his own clothes he was rock hard. He took out a jock strap and could hardly get it on with the 7” cock upright and straining. As he struggled to get into it making a huge tent he noticed a small drop of precum start to stain the fabric.

‘Fuck he thought now I will have to wash and dry it before tomorrow.’

The Fred Perry shirt fitted perfectly and was tight against his chest showing his erect nipples. His nipples always expanded when he was horny and they now really showed through the material. He pulled on the most faded bleachers, the stretch denim making it difficult to pull up. He then had to put his hand down the front and force his cock down one leg but still it sprang out making a thick long outline. Finally he slipped on the green bomber jacket and found it tight and short on him. 

‘Christ I didn’t think it would feel this good but it looks a bit ridiculous as the guys all wear ranger boots.’ He remembered he had a long pair of black rubber boots. Not ideal but would be better than nothing. Having put his feet into them they came up to almost his knees. He quickly moved to stand in front of the mirror.

Shit it’s amazing Everything is so tight and if I forget I have my hair I could almost be a skinhead even in these boots. I don’t think I’ve ever felt to horny.’

He put his hand over his crotch and began to run his hand up and down the denim, feeling his cock pulsate.

For a moment he imagined himself a skinhead and started shouting at the mirror as he rubbed himself harder and harder. He felt a changed man.

‘I’m a fucking skin, do what I fucking say, I’ll fucking deck you and fuck the living daylights out of you. You want a fuck big skin dick up that arse of yours. Get down on your fucking knees and swallow this big cock of mine, its full of cum. Take a Skin cock all the way down your throat. I’m a fucking skin.’

As he shouted this staring at himself he realised he had come too far. His excitement had overtaken him, his hand rubbing furiously up and down his shaft, his breathing rising rapidly.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum it’s so fucking good, Christ I’m cumming in these bleachers I can’t stop myself. Oh god.’ 

And with that he shot load after load of spunk down his leg the spunk oozing through the denim and forming globs of cum outside. He could feel the rest running down inside past the top of the rubber boots.

He had never had such an orgasm but suddenly he realised he had cum in the guy’s bleachhers and jockstrap and he had to have it all back at the laundrette the next day.

Taking all the skin gear off he carefully washed the patch of thick cum on the bleachers as well as the jockstrap which was still oozing with all his white spunk. He knew it had to be dry by the next morning so during the night he got up twice to use his hairdryer to dry as much and as quickly as he could. By morning the jockstrap looked Ok, a bit damp but he would hide that under the others and the bleachers definitely had a long line which had not fully dried. Again he hid them in the bottom part of the bag and went back to the laundrette. He would have loved to have kept the clothes as dressing like a skin had so changed the way he felt. It made him feel so much more aggressive and he liked looking more as a real geezer rather all his patterned shirts.

Betty was in the laundrette when he arrived. 

‘Oh I am so sorry I gave you the wrong clothes. The young man has your bag  and asked if you could take his round to his home. Here is the address.’

Matt baulked at the idea of delivering the damp gear but he thought they would do a quick exchange at the door and he would run off before the guy had time to look inside. Even in his panic there was something that had his cock expand at the prospect of seeing a skin close up.

Hardly had Matt rung the bell when the door was flung open.

The Skin was standing blocking the doorway in full gear. His lace up rangers with his bleachers tucked in and white socks turned over the top of the boots. He was wearing a Lonsdale T shirt and black braces. His arms were full of tattoos and a spider web tattoo across his neck. Matt could see the muscles under the T shirt but for Matt even without staring he could see the guy had a good bulge, the buttons on the jeans were pulling with the weight and size of cock. He was holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

‘So we got each other’s fucking clothes eh mate. Well you’d better come in and I’ll go and get yours. No way I would ever wear all those fucking clothes of yours. Give me my bag and I get yours.

Matt stood in the hall as the skin walked off and he noticed the jeans had a rear zip. His cock started again to get hard and he hoped the outline would not be obvious in his chinos but shit the skin was so sexy.

The guy appeared back in the hall holding a jockstrap, his face full of rage.

‘You’ve fucking well had this on. It’s still damp and ain’t like the others.’

Matt trembled. ‘No you are mistaken.’

‘Don’t fucking tell me that mate. I know all me jocks so tell me why the other two look clean and this is not. I can even smell the cum on the crotch. So what else have you been trying on.’

 Digging into the bag the skin brought out the bleachers and raised them up, smelling at the same time.

‘Fucking hell you have had the whole bloody lot on. My good skin gear you have been wearing and have a fucking great wank by the looks of things.’

‘No you are wrong.’

The Skin came up to Matt and pressed his face into Matt’s releasing a large gob of spit

‘Don’t fucking lie. You’ve got off on all the gear.’

And with that he thrust his hand up against Matt’s crotch feeling the hard outline.

‘And you’re fucking get off on it now you are facing a skinhead. Bet you shot all yer cum into my jock thinking you looked like a skin.’

Matt was terrified. He did not even dare to rub off the spit form his face as he felt it run over his lips.

‘Lick my spit you bastard and with that the skin took his hand opening Matt’s mouth and pushed the yellow gob into his mouth.

Before he knew what had happened the skin had his arm around Matts neck and with one quick kick to his ankles Matt fell to the ground. He was sprawled out on the floor with the skin standing above him staring down.

‘You ain’t a fucking skin yet you poof.’ and with that he took one of his ranger boots and pressed it over Matts head. 

Matt could feel himself being pressed into the floor as if his head was about to be squashed and his cheek with a scar from the weight of the Ranger boot pressing down on him.

‘So tell me and you had better be true this time. Did you wear my gear?’

‘Yeeeeesss.’ Matt squealed.

‘That more like it you little cunt.’

The skin twisted his boot sole around Matt’s cheek and he could feel it marking and taking off skin but he felt helpless.

‘Now get the fuck up.’

Yanking matt up by the arm the skin threw matt into a chair and out of a drawer took some thick rope. 

‘Hands behind yer fucking back.’

Matt so wanted to retaliate but something had him transfixed and he could only do as he was told.

His hands were tied behind him and he was then firmly fixed to the back of the chair.

‘I have something for you.’

In a few seconds the skin came back with a yellow stained jockstrap

‘So you like my jocks do you. Well this one ain’t been washed for a week. Got all me piss stains on it. Nice and yellow and reeks. And as I like a daily wank there’s a good few crusty cum blobs as well. Open your mouth, now. Nice and wide. You like jocks so get this right into your gob.’

The skin forced Matts open and shoved the jock in as far as he could causing Matt to gag.

‘Stop being such a pussy. Be a man and take this in and breathe properly. Smell my fucking piss.’ 

Once Matt had got over the shock every breath he took stank of old piss but the smell and seeing the skin standing there with his legs apart staring down at him , his heavy crotch jutting out was a turn on and he began to suck and swallow as much of the piss as he could. He was drinking the guy’s piss, taking him down his throat.

‘Christ you fucking love this, look at that cock of yours tenting. Fucking hard as a rock. You fucking love my piss.’

As he said this the skin was rubbing his crotch and Matt could see a hefty thick cock inching down his bleachers, his hand over forcing it bigger and bigger

‘Looks as if you need something bigger in that mouth of yours. I ain’t had a wank today and that mouth of yours sure looks ready for my spunk. He opened his flies and thrust his hand down the inside legs keeping his legs wide apart to make it easier to flip out his dick. Matt could see the guy was having problem taking it out due to its size. Suddenly it sprang out and was almost vertical a good thick cut 9”

‘You’ve got me fucking horny boy. Ain’t washed me cock for a couple of days so if you like the piss jock then you will love this .’

He moved into towards Matt with one hand keeping his cock down till it was level with Matt’s mouth.

‘Now open wide and let that saliva of yours work hard so you get it all the way down that throat of yours.’

‘I can’t take all that.’ Matt sobbed.

‘If you can take my jock shoved down your throat then you will manage this and looking at those eyes of yours, you want every inch of my prick.’

Matt let his tongue out to wipe the glistening head with his saliva. He could smell the man. It was high but it was such a turn on. He knew he wanted the cock down his throat and he wanted to taste all the spunk that as coming his way.

The skin had grabbed hold of Matts head

‘At least the hair allows me to grab you and bring you in. Not for fucking long.’

Matt did not understand all he knew was that he wanted the cock and wanted it deep. This time he knew how to breathe and as the skin pushed it in so Matt let it slide further and further down the back of his throat. He felt the foreskin stretch, he felt the cock throb and then at last he felt the guy’s balls against his lips. The taste of salt and precum was overwhelming. He wanted to devour the guy.

‘Now you got me in so it’s time to face fuck.’ and with his hands still firmly holding Matts hair he thrust his cock in and out at first slowly and then the rhythm changed to get faster and faster and as it got faster so the skin’s breathing increased and the throbbing in Matts mouth was stronger and stronger.

‘Fucking hell mate what a fucking mouth you have, a real cocksucker. Shit I’m about to come so get ready to swallow. Feel every drop of my spunk.’

‘Shit it’s coming, take it man.’ and with that the skin shot heavy bursts of cum all the way down, Matt trying to take it all but there was so much it was spewing out of his mouth and down his chin.

‘That’s the way a skin should suck. Fucking great mate.’

Forcing his cum stained cock back into his bleachers with still drops oozing through the denim, the skin went out and came back with various implements

‘So if you like wearing my gear then you have to look the part and that hair of yours has to go.’

‘You can’t do this, I’m about to go on holiday. I want to keep my hair.’

‘Forget all that and those fucking awful shirts of yours.’

The skin grabbed hold of Matt’s head and whispered into his ear.’ Don’t think of shaking that head of yours otherwise you will be cut to pieces. Better to keep still .’

Taking a barber razor the skin worked away and Matt could see his tresses fall to floor. He had no idea what he looked liked.

‘Not there yet mate. Rubbing shaving cream all over Matt’s head he then took a razor and worked quietly at times taking a swig from a bottle of beer. Matt could feel him close up against him and at times the cock rubbed against his body causing his own cock to stiffen up.

After half an hour the skin went off and came back with the clothes that he had worn the night before.

‘These are the ones you used eh.?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well now you can get them on and let me see you in my gear and when you are at it put these rangers on to finish it off. So let me untie you and get a move on.’

 ‘I’ll leave you to it or a few minutes but don’t be long I want to see what you had wanted to look like last night.’

Matt had to shake his arms with having had them behind him. He then took his hands over his head and his scalp was smooth. Not a hair remained. He remembered too well the clothes and stripping off quickly he put on the white socks, then the jockstrap and then well washed bleachers and he could see a small stain from his own cum the night before. Again he had to force his erect cock down inside. Next the T shirt and finally the bomber jacket. He searched for a mirror and opened a wardrobe door to look at himself. He moment he looked at his reflection something seemed to snap inside. This was no pretence. Staring back at him was a skin with a bloodied bruised cheek, a scalped head and the full gear showing a good sized erect cock bursting inside the bleachers. For a moment he seemed confused and then he knew life had changed. He said to himself

‘Fuck the holiday, fuck the poncy clothes, I’m a fucking  skinhead. This is my gear. I take no shit from anyone. I wanna be a skin, get me tattoos done, fuck and fuck all other skins. I look fucking great’

With that he took up the bottle of beer and downed the dregs.

The Skin walked back into the room

‘Fucking hell man, what a change. You’re looking fucking great. Just need to get you a pair of braces’ and he turned round to open a drawer. At that moment Matt made his move. He smashed the bottle of beer over the guys head with full force, the glass shattering everywhere.

The skin fell onto the floor, out cold.

‘Just because you’re a skin don’t fucking mess with me mate.’ Matt shouted. ‘You’ve had your way with me now it’s my turn.’

Matt dragged the slumped skin onto the sofa arse upwards

‘I saw that fucking rear zip of yours when I came in and wanted there and then to fuck the living daylights out of you. So you can feel my prick right up you when you wake.’

 Seeing the arse sticking up with the zip there for the taking made Matt feel so horny. He was ready and his cock was straining inside his bleachers. Taking the zip down, the bleachers were so tight they immediately split revealing a pair of well formed hairy arse cheeks.

‘Just what I fucking love, a hairy arse and I can feel it against my cock as I push in.’

Putting his hands inside the jeans he split the cheeks ready to enter and then he pulled his own cock out of the bleachers already with some precum at the tip,

Letting a good amount of spit onto his cock he rubbed it in gently.

‘You’re gonna wake up with a shock mate.’

Matt leant over the skin  and pushed his cock head between the hairy cheeks immediately finding the hole.

‘Nothing like fucking a skin when he is in full gear, so fucking sexy.’ He let his hand into the hairy crack and knowing hic cock had met its entry point gave a final push apart and then with an almighty shove rammed his cock in.

The skin suddenly wakened.

‘What the fuck.’

Matt taking his arm around the skins head grabbed his chin and lifted it as he let his cock slip higher and higher up the hole.

‘You’re gonna feel this all the way up to the hilt. You want me to look like a skin but that’s not enough for me. I know I look like a skin but I wanna be a skin and in your gear and now you have me all the way inside you.’

‘Fucking hell man do you need to ram me so quick. It fucking hurts.’

‘Just like your boot on my face mate.’

‘Tell you what I’ll stop for a minute to let you prepare but I want to see those hairy cheeks of yours respond and to push up and down while I put all my weight on you. All that sucking and having your jock in my mouth has made me so horny and you know yourself having felt my crotch.’

‘Christ that’s some cock there.’ 

‘Maybe not as big as yours but I know what to do with it. So come on, let me blast you. Start raising that arse of yours.’

The skin wanted him and starting slowly rising and falling so he could feel Matt’s cock almost split him.

‘Fucking great arse you have there, now I think it’s time for me to pump you. You just lie there.’

Matt started pushing in and out slowly so he could feel his cock sliding up the hole and as his throbbing increased so he pushed harder taking his cock almost out to the opening and then ramming all the way up so his balls hit against the hairy mass of the skin’s arse.

‘Go on fuck me mate let me have your spunk. I want it all.’

Pumping faster and faster and seeing the skin in all his gear with only his hairy arse showing was too much for Matt.

‘Shit mate I gonna spunk all the way up you.’

‘Give it to me.’

And with that Matt came inside his throbbing cock spurting wave after wave of creamy white cum. And then he collapsed on the skin.

As the two of them stood up to  face each other, the skin put his arm around Matt and deep tongued him Matt responding by taking hold of the skins head and almost swallowing the guy.

Matt said

‘I knew something strange happened last night when I tried on your gear. It was like you were inside me making me want to be like you. I wanted to keep your clothes but knew I had to hand them back and when you scalped me and made me dress again in your clothes that was it, I looked and felt like a skin and shit I so wanted you.’

‘I knew when I opened the door that you were here for a reason  and I knew that you had tried on my stuff and I knew the effect it would have on you. So what do we do with all those fucking patterned shirts?’

‘Put them down the rubbish chute. I don’t need them any longer.’

‘Just as well you have plenty of skin gear. Whatever gear I now put on I want it to be yours. I want you to give me all your old stinking stuff so I feel your body in me.’

‘Tell you what mate you know how to fuck but my cock wants to explode all the way up your arse.’

‘Then lets have a beer and ciggie  and get on with it.’

‘Will be a long day and night.’

Kenny was feeling horny, really horny. One of those hot days when your cock just gets hard and needs some attention. He could always have a good slow wank and watch his cum spray over the washbasin but better still would be to walk down the road to the local forest which was at times a great cruising ground and see who he might have some sex with. Yeah that was definitely a better idea. With his cock nicely stretched down his inside leg forming a decent bulge, it was on full show for whoever he might meet. As he reached the edge of the wood an old white van was parked in the layby. 

‘So at least someone is there looking ‘Kenny thought.

As he came into a small clearing he saw the driver of the van. It was a workie is full yellow HiViz, T shirt, soiled waistcoat, very dirty trousers tucked into mud covered boots. The guy was tall and built like a brick shithouse, tattoos covering both arms, shaved head with a tight beard and  the beginnings of an obvious beer belly pushing out the T shirt which was lifted at the front to show off a dark thick hairy chest. The guy looked very unclean to Kenny, not his type at all. Even when the workie put his large hand down to stroke his crotch showing off a big bulge, Kenny decided to walk on by and see who else might be better for his wank. The workie gave him a V sign and spat. Kenny thought he could get his rocks off with someone else but it would not be with him.

Moving on he came to another small clearing and remembered this was normally a good place where the guys came to shoot their load so he could wait there away from the workie. As he quietly stood there waiting for a pick up, a large tattooed came round his neck almost choking him.

‘What the f.. ‘Kenny tried to shout

‘What the fuck do you think ignoring me and trying to make me look as if I am a bit of shit. ‘The workie tightened his grip. Kenny knew exactly who it was as he felt the HiViz clothing press against his back

Christ the guy stank of body odour, dirt and stale smoke. Kenny wanted to gag but was unable to move or respond by the neck lock he was in. He felt the guy’s beard rub against the side of his face

‘You don’t pass a fucking workie especially when that workie is feeling horny and needing a blow job. Who the fuck do you think you are? A smarmy college kid sporting a decent hard on down his jeans. Well this guy has a bigger one than you mate. Feel it rubbing against that arse of yours?’

As the workie said it, Kenny felt the stiff prick rubbing against him. Shit he was right it was rock hard and big . With his head still in a stranglehold Kenny felt the workie’s other arm move round to his front and slide down to his crotch.

‘I may be almost choking the life out of you but that cock is telling me you love it. Nice and stiff like a fucking rod. Bet you are loving my cock in the HiViz nylon rubbing against you.’

As the workie said this he lessened the grip around Kenny’s throat, causing him to cough loudly and as he took in deep breaths so he still smelt the guy with his mix of stale cigarette smoke and dirt.

‘ou need to open the throat a bit more so you can take my cock all the way down that throat of yours. ‘

Feeling the guy whisper into his ear with the rough beard rubbing against the side of the face made Kenny feel so horny in spite of the fact he had nothing but distaste for the workie. To Kenny he was a pig but shit why was he feeling so excited.

Now get down of your fucking knees and take a good look at that bulge of mine in the Hi Viz.’

As Kenny knelt his face was looking straight at an enormous prick sticking almost straight out of the yellow nylon.

‘Go on give me a fucking rub as I like me cock being rubbed in my hiViz.’

Kenny could only obey but wanted more than ever to unzip and put his hand inside.

‘Well what are you waiting for. Unzip and see my piece of meat.’

As Kenny looked straight at the guy’s crotch and let his hand pull down the zip with difficulty due to the hard bulge his cock was making  he almost reeled back with the smell of stale piss and dried spunk. He wanted to gag and as he brought his head back the workie took hold and rammed his head against the yellow nylon.

‘Don’t you like the way my cock smells. It’s the way we workies are. No underwear so a nice exposed prick whenever we let the piss run down inside our legs and the drops of cum harden nicely. I ain’t washed for a few days so it’s nice and high for you. Take a few deep breaths and enjoy the smell, real workie stink.’

At first Kenny thought he was going to be sick but the more he inhaled the better the smell it was to the point that he was relishing it and his own cock was made more rigid. The fumes of the stale cock spread down through his body, taking over the clean air. He had to get that monster of a cock out of the HiViz and stuck his hand in and let it grip the shaft. He could hardly get his hand around it and he could feel the throbbing veins. With both hands he pulled it out and released it, the cock springing upwards so he could see the underside and the red glistening head exposed from the foreskin. The tip already had a good drop of precum and all Kenny wanted to do was lick that drop and taste the cum and the dirt of the cock.

‘Not bad eh. Us workies have big pricks and always ready for a blow job or a fuck. Always best done in HiVIz. I can see from your face that you love the smell as well as the size of my dick. It’s gonna be even better when down that throat of yours. Quit any idea of gagging, you just breathe deeply and as my cock ain’t been washed for days you have that stink to help. Now get a grip and start.’

Kenny put his hand around the shaft and leant forwards to lick the precum. As he swallowed so he got as much saliva into his mouth so the shaft could have some spit to ease it down. He let his tongue work the throbbing head and allow himself to savour the smell and size..

‘Shit man that tongue of yours has been round a few dicks in its time. I ain’t got all day , got to get back to work so let me feel the back of your throat.’

 As Kenny let more and more of the cock into his mouth so the workie grabbed hold of his head and started pressuring Kenny to take more and more. Instinctively with the soiled cock and the stench , his mouth opened as he wanted to devour the workie’s prick. His mouth opened as never before and the more pressure on his head by the workie the more the shaft vanished further and further down the back of his throat.. 

I wanna feel my pubes against your lips so keep going boy. Remember my cock is not staying put down your throat I want you to move it in and out and slowly at first so I get the full sensation. You will know when I am ready as I will be forcing your head back and forwards. Keep the spit going.’

‘Shit man you have my cock juice building up.’

 With that the workie took and full grip of Kenny’s head and started moving it back and forth at first slowly and then faster and faster. Kenny wanted every inch down his throat and could feel the guy’s cock now throbbing so hard he was close to coming.

‘I want you to swallow every last drop, Know what it’s like to take a workies spunk. That’s it ,fucking take the whole bloody length. Let it spurt all the way down that throat of yours right to the pit of the stomach.’

With one final push the workie shouted ‘Fuckin hell’  and his spunk roared out in waves of thick creamy cum with Kenny desperately trying to swallow as much as he could. It was too much to take and the cum started to run down his chin and onto his shirt. He wanted every last drop but the workie had too much spunk to swallow.

‘Bloody hell mate you suck like a real pro. The workie pushed Kenny back and thrust his still dripping cock back into his Hi Viz.

‘Any left over can run down my leg ‘he said. ‘Now stand up and let’s see you. Clearly it was too much for you to take though you did well. Its’ all the way down your chin and onto your shirt.’

‘Christ how am I gonna get home?’ Kenny said.

‘No probs mate. Take this HiViz waistcoat of mine and put it on. It will cover the cum marks. I’ve got plenty of HI Viz. Go on put it on and then a bit of me goes with you. Well for someone who turned up his nose at a workie you have managed well and now even are wearing a HiViz. Makes me fucking laugh. My name’s Don and you?’

‘Kenny’

‘Well now bugger off Kenny as I have to get back to doing some work. Drains today.’

As Kenny walked home making sure the HiViz was covering all the cum marks on his shirt all he could think of was the smell. Was it the waistcoat, the cum or just being with the bloke. The first thing he did on getting back was to strip off and get in to the shower to totally clean himself, using the strongest shower gel he had. When he got out the shower he realised that the gel had made little difference He could still smell the workie as if he was as bad. Still some BO,  still dirt still piss and cum. It would not wash away. For some unknown reason rather than put on of  his clothes he put the HiViz waistcoat back on. Putting it one he immediately felt that he needed a ciggie and can of beer. But he didn’t smoke and hardly drank beer but now it was a must. He needed to light up and let the ciggie smoke deep into his lungs. Noticing a small bulge in the pocket of the HiViz he put his hand and took out a packet of cigarettes and box of matches. How could they be there when all he wanted to do was smoke. He then opened the fridge and took out a can of beer that had been lying around for ages. Now he had the ciggie and the beer and it was what he wanted. Sitting on his sofa with his legs apart he looked down at his body. There was a change, but how. His legs seemed more hairy not a lot but definitely more and the hair from his pubes was now up past his belly. Again not a lot but he had never had hair there before. But his belly looked bigger. He had always been so careful with his diet but now the skin looked slightly flabby. Little tufts were sprouting out around d his nipples. Part of Kenny was surprised but for now he wanted only to light up and open that can.

He opened the can first and took and large swig and put it down to light up his first ciggie. But the way he lit up and put the ciggie into his mouth it was as if he had been doing it for years. As the smoke moved down into his lungs he felt the smoke take over his body. Another deep draw and he felt his cock stirring. His cock looked a bit bigger and he watched it grow rigid as he took another smoke.

The cigarette was making him not just hard but horny.

I need to good wank he said to himself. Putting his hand around his shaft he leant back in the sofa with his legs wide apart and the other hand held the ciggie.

Fucking hell a wank with a fag not bad. Don’t know why I haven’t done this before. It feels bloody great wearing the HIViz. With every draw on the fag his hand moved up and down his shaft quicker and quicker. With his final draw and the smoke enveloping his whole body he threw his head back and shouted 

‘Fuck me’ as the cum shot out in a long arc all the way up his chest, great globs of white spunk all the way up to the top of his chest.

Stubbing the ciggie out he took both his hands and rubbed the spunk into his chest.

‘No point in cleaning this up might as well it harden into my skin and make me smell a bit more.’

‘Shit I feel so fucking tired. But I need another fag after that and finish the beer first.’

After that he went to be still wearing the HiViz.

When he work up next morning he could sense the stench of dried cum of stale cigarette smoke and a couple of empty cans of beer. There were two butts in the dish,. Christ I must have woken up and had another he though unable to remember. All I know is that I need another fag now. When he went to get dressed he found that his shirt seemed too tight and he was hardly able to fasten up his chinos. Odd they fitted yesterday but his gut seemed even bigger than last night. The only things he could put on were his jogging suit with the elasticated waist. As he lit up again he looked at his hand and he could see it was now nicotined stained and the back of his hand was definitely hairier but he couldn’t care. However he was feeling horny again and could see his cock growing inside his joggers starting to make a large bulge.

‘Shit I can’t go out like this but I need to get up to the cruising wood again. He put on the HiViz waistcoat to help cover up his bulge as reached the entrance to the wood. The same white van was there, but parked along side it was a smart sports car. As he walked into the cruising ground the owner of the sports car was standing looking at Kenny. He was in his mid 20s tall, gym trained and good looking. He let his hand down to rub his crotch . He was exactly the type that Kenny went for but that was yesterday. Today he wanted to be dirty to be with a workie who stank, who smoked and who had a thick cock. Passing by the guy he just stared and walked on to the clearing he had been at yesterday. Standing against the tree was Don in the same HiViz but another waistcoat smoking a fag.

‘Thought you might be back. Don’t suppose I’m gonna get my waistcoat back. You might as well keep it ,looks as if it suits you. Wanna a smoke?’

‘Sure ‘Kenny replied going up to the workie. Don handed over the lit ciggie.

‘You had my cock in yer mouth yesterday now you have me ciggie. Looks as if you like a bit of me.’ 

As he said this he put an arm round Kenny and pulled him in letting ghis hand firmly stroke Kenny’s bum and bring their faces close to.

‘You smell as good as me. Stale smoke and beer. Do I smell dried cum on you?’

And with that he put his other arm up Kenny’s jogging top and let his hand explore the dried cum chest.

‘Fuck that was a good wank you had, plenty of cum there what a waste but it sure gives you a smell. Looks as if you want some of me and feeling that nice round arse of yours makes me in need of a fuck.’

 Kenny could feel the workies rock hard cock pressing against how own

‘ I ain’t got much time but I’m not leaving till you have had some spunk up that arse of you.’

With that the workie held back Kenny waistband and let his hand travel down until his fingers were searching for Kenny’s hole.

‘Just want to check that hole of yours will take my cock.’ As he said this he started inserting finger after finger into the opening until he had 4 fingers fully in. ‘Shit man I could almost fist you but at least you have plenty of room for me inside you. Now turn round.’

 As he pulled down the back of the joggers so the workie unzipped himself and took out his hard cock.

‘I ain’t washed since yesterday so me dick stinks of my cum and your spit. Great ain’t it? Now bend over a bit while I get some spit on me dick.’

Don let out a loud cough as he brought up a great gob of spit and then spat it over the long length of his shaft, rubbing in the thick spit.

‘A great gob there that’ll make it nice and easy to slip this cock of mine all the way up you.’

One of the workies arms grabbed the top of Kenny’s HI Viz and with the other he guided it to the hole and let the head rim in readiness to insert. As Kenny’s hole opened to take the cock he felt his muscles contract and let out a squeal of pain.

‘Relax mate and let those arse muscles of yours take me. Tell you what light up a ciggie from your HiViz. As Kenny lit up and took a deep breath of smoke into his lungs so his muscles relaxed and the workie started to press his cock further and further in.

‘What did I tell you. A ciggie always helps.’

Don brought both large hairy arms around Kenny and pulled himself in right up to the hilt as Kenny puffed more and more.

‘Don’t finish the fucking ciggie yet mate. Wait till I’ve had you.’

Kenny could feel his cock throbbing inside his trackies already showing a stain of precum. It was like having a bloody pole up his arse but what a fucking pole. He’d never had a cock that size before and decided he’d never have anything less again.

‘You are not the only one liking this mate. Look over there. We are being watched by that young toady. Got his cock out watching us. Still it’s you I am fucking and he can just wasted his spunk while lucky you get to have mine all the way up you.’

Having his prick up Kenny and watching the guy jack off made the workie even more horny. For Kenny seeing the bloke get ready to shoot his load and have this amazing piece of meat inside him was making him so geared up he was ready to come.

‘If that guy is anything like me we will all be coming at once. Now go on push in and out and let me feel right up inside you to me pubes. 

‘Go on fuck me harder and harder, ‘Kenny shouted knowing the young guy could hear him

‘Get all that fucking spunk into me. What a fucking huge cock you got. Fuck me rigid.’

Hearing this was too much for the workie who shot his load all the way into Kenny’s arse. At the same time Kenny’s cock exploded into his trackies the cum oozing out through the material. Both looked up in time to see the young guy, having heard the two of them spurt a great arc of cum through the air onto the ground in front of him.

‘Shit that was bloody great ‘the workie said ‘almost like a fucking threesome, but I wouldn’t touch that geezer with a bargepole. You Kenny are much more like me.’

‘And I feel more like you ‘Kenny replied. ‘How the hell do I get home this time. Yesterday my shirt was covered in your cum and today I have my own spunk all the way through my joggers.’

‘Well I fucking saved you yesterday and today I can do the same. Just as well I always carry spare gear. Come to the van and I have something for you.’

Kenny followed the workie back to his van . Don opened the passenger door and took out a pair of HiVz yellow heavy duty nylon trousers. Put those over your tackies for now. They may seem a bit big for now but don’t worry about that. While you are here take this.’ He picked up and plastic bag and handed it to Kenny.

‘At least you now have a bit more of the gear. No point in just having the waistcoat.’

‘How do I get all this back to you.’ Kenny asked

‘No probs mate see it as a gift. Anyway it looks good on you and you now look more like a decent dirty guy.’ 

‘Being dirty aint so bad.’

‘Thought youdd say that. Now off you go and enjoy the kit. I’ll see you soon enough.’

As Kenny walked home he could feel the heavy nylon rubbing against his trackies which was rubbing against his cum soaked body. He was now wearing the waistcoat and the trousers both stained with oil and mud. Anyone having a quick look at him would think he could be a workie. He looked inside the bag and saw a pair of well worn steel capped leather boots and inside them a pair of what looked like dirty yellow thick socks.

Christ what am I mean to do with them he thought and at the bottom of the bag were a pack of six beer cans and two packets of cigarettes. He still had a couple of ciggies in the other packet.

Lighting one up he walked back home inhaling deeply almost swaggering in. his HiViz gear feeling like a workie that had just been fucked and as he walked he could feel Don’s spunk beginning to ooze out into his trackies and from there into the HiViz trousers he was now wearing. When he got home he took the HIViz and trackies off then put just the Hiviz on. He could feel the left over cum sticking to the nylon but it felt good as he sat all evening in the gear with a ciggie in one hand and a beer in the other

In the morning when he woke up and reached out for the packet of fags he realised that he had gone to bed in the HiViz. Going for a pee as he unzipped to get his cock out the smell of piss and cum was strong but good. It was good to stink that like and why the hell wash when you could smell like that. He opened up the bag that the workie had given him and pulled out the socks. The reason they were yellow was because they had not been washed for ages and he could smell the sweaty feet that had worn them. He put them up to his nose and rubbed the socks over his face. The stench of cheese and dirt made his cock swell up in the HIViz.

‘Shit I’ll be having another wank if I keep smelling these. He put his feet into the socks with his big toe sticking through the holes. Then the heavy well used boots tucking the trousers into the tops. Kenny looked at himself in the mirror. At least facially he looked the same though his facial hair seemed stronger and he should have a shave but decided he liked it that way. However his arms looked bigger and more muscle and he chest was even hairier than the day before. His flabby waist line looked as if he had been on the beer for months and was almost hanging over the waistband but the HIViz was now a perfect fit. He wanted to go out but needed something to cover his chest so looking into the laundry basket he found a soiled T shirt that he had last played football in. However it was skin tight on him now and every time he moved it rode up at the front to show of a hairy belly. 

‘I look fucking great’ he thought to himself, giving his crotch an good rub. ‘Time to go and do some cruising.’ 

As he reached the layby Kenny saw two white vans parked next to one another. He recognised the one belonging to Don but not the other. At first he saw no one around looking for a quick wank and as he reached the clearing he saw Don standing talking to another workie both smoking. Not sure what to do he was about to turn back when Don noticed him and waved him to come over.

‘So Boss this is the guy I told you about, Kenny.’

‘Don has been telling me all about you what a stuck up sod you were the day he saw you , not wanting to give him ablow job because he is workie and like us all had a good dirty stench about him. Well it looks as if he has been working a bit of a change on you. I like what I see Don, well done but we have a bit of finishing off to do eh? So Kenny I have something here I am gonna put on you and you will like it especially when you get all the sensations coming your way.

The Boss took a black leather hood out of his HiViz jacket.

‘Now get this on.’

At first Kenny looked a bit nervous but he had always been turned on by videos of guys in leather hoods. You had to guess what they looked like and always looked like masters

He pulled it on over his head and realised there were no eyelets, just a small space for his nose and a slit for his mouth. It was all black and the smell of sweaty leather made his cock start to lengthen. The Boss pulled the zip down making it tight against his head.

The is the first zip we need to deal with . Feels good doesn’t it? Are you beginning to feel a bit different with it on and that smell of leather to inhale?’

‘Feels great. Don’t know what it is but definitely feeling a change. Tell you what Boss I could do with a ciggie.’

‘All in good time mate, Now let’s get the next zip open.’ 

And with that the Boss found the zip at the back of the HiViz trousers and pulled it down to reveal Kenny’s arse.

‘Nice bit of hair been developing over that arse of yours  Us workies love hairy arses don’t we Don. So when you bend down we can all see a good hairy slit. I can feel my cock getting nice and hard for you Kenny. Don says you are one of the best fucks he has had and if you can take a prick his size then you will manage mine.’

The Boss gave Kenny’s arse a good rub and let his fingers work through the hair to the hole. 

‘I can see you are nice and moist man. You knew what would be coming your way today. So Don you can do the third zip.’

‘Tell you what Boss ‘Don said ‘the guys gagging for it ,that cock of his is like a fucking pole, it will need a strong hand to get that cock.’

Don put his hand inside and grabbed the shaft and as it came through the nylon it sprang up.

‘Not just the hair on the arse Boss the guy’s cock has now gotten to a good thick size as well. He’s not washed that dick of his since we first met so it has a great stink of piss and cum. Just as I like cocks.’

‘You have done well with this one Don. Give the guy his ciggie now and light it up for him.’

Don lit up and put the ciggie through the leather slit into Kenny’s mouth. Now that is better.’

‘Christ am I ready to fuck this guy. The hood is turning me on and seeing that fag in his mouth is a turn on. I have a right boner needing to shoot.’

The Boss put his arms around Kenny and pressed his hard dick against Kenny’s arse. Suddenly Kenny knew what to expect and moved his arse out to meet the Boss’s wet head.

‘That’s it boy, hood or no hood your arse is waiting for me.. Now bend down a little so I can open up that hole and let myself in. Once I have my head in then stand up cause Don’s wanting to get that cock of yours down his throat..’

Kenny briefly took the ciggies out of his mouth. 

‘Shit I wish I could see that cock of yours boss but it sure feels an equal to Don’s and after yesterday my hole is ready to take a baseball bat so ram that son of a bitch all the way up to the hilt. Being fucked in full HiViz feeling all that yellow nylon and you ramming me from behind and Don taking my cock at the front is so fucking amazing.Shit man full Hiviz a tight leather hood and me stinking. Fucking great.’

‘Don’t worry you are getting the full length.’

As the Boss pushed his shaft fully in so Don leant forwards on his knees and gave a big gob of spit onto Kennys shaft. 

‘Getting it a bit greasy makes me swallow better for you. Can’t wait to get the stench down into my throat. Grabbing Kenny’s long thick pulsing dick Dom let his tongue rim the head, savouring the precum oozing out from the tip.

The Boss’s cock was now fully inside Kenny’s arse and Kenny needed to react and starting moving back and forwards to get the full sensation. As he moved his arse so it meant his cock went in and out of Don’s mouth the whole way down so Don could feel the pubes brushing against his face.

‘Fucking hell’ Kenny said,  ‘A workie back and front and a good fag in my mouth. It gets no better. No one does it better than a workie.’

 He knew he was near to coming so he pushed harder and harder quicker and quicker all the time inhaling as much smoke as he could. He wanted to have the Boss release his cum as he shot his loas down Don’s throat. By now Don had his own cock out and with one hand was rubbing quicker and quicker up  and down his shaft.

‘Christ you guys I ready.’

‘So are we.’ Both said.

‘Fuck’ Kenny shouted through gritted teeth the fag still in his mouth and the Boss shot wave after wave of cum all the way up Kenny’s arse. Kenny shot his load into Dom’s throat as Dom’s spunk spurted over Kenny’s boots, thick and white

As all three got their breath back so the Boss said.

‘Well Kenny it’s time to take that tight leather hood off you. Unzipping Kenny took the hood off and shook his head. His face felt different. Taking his hands to his face he realised that the sides of his head were fully shaved with a number 1 cut on the top. Also he had a thick 3 days growth of a beard

Shit man what’s happened?’ But now his voice sounded like a deep smokie northern.

 ‘What the fuck do you think. You were only too happy to take some of Don’s clothes, you got off with having the best sex with a workie and so now you are one and look like one. A fucking horny one too. A nice belly hanging over top of your trousers and if you look at your arms you will see they are like all of us, covered in some great tats. You are one of the lads now, a stinking workie. So what do you want now?’

‘A fucking ciggie of course.’ 

‘Reckon we all deserve one and back at the van a good can of beer before we head off to work down the drains.’

‘Coming Kenny?’

‘Sure thing Boss , can’t wait to get down those stinking drains but as long as we three have another session at the end of the day.’

‘That’s a promise Workie Kenny.’

Alec opened his door to leave for work just as his new neighbour opened his.

‘Hi mate so you’re my new neighbor, good to meet you, I’m Fred. You’re obviously an office guy from the way you are dressed.’

Alec looked a bit shocked as his new neighbor was in full Hiviz, from his rigger boots , his yellow trousers, yellow T shirt and jacket. The guy was about 40 and clearly liked a few beers judging from his beer gut, a big guy with shaved head and thick neck.

‘Yeah,’ Alec replied, ‘What about you?’ taking in the full picture. There was something about the guy, not exactly good looking but his big frame in the Hi Viz had something that Alec liked so much that as he stood in front of his neighbour he could feel his cock thickening

‘Yeh I  work on the roads and down the drains. Doesn’t sound a great job but I love it and we are always looking for new guys to join us. What about you?’ he said with a  smile

‘I don’t think so’, Alec blushed

‘If you put on the HiViz you’d feel a different person and then who knows? When you wear Hiviz you hardly ever wear anything else. So think what I’ve said’

‘I will’ Alec mumbled, ‘but I’ve got to get off to work.’

‘Hope to see you soon mate, I’m usually back by 7pm.’

As Alec walked down the passage in the apartment block he saw his new neighbor putting up a couple of coat hooks outside his apartment

‘Not meant to be allowed’ Alec said to himself ‘but I don’t fancy getting on the wrong side of him.’ He put his hand to his crotch pushing it back a bit so the outline of his semi hardon was not visible.

When Alec got home hanging on the two hooks was HiViz gear and under a pair of high mud caked  rubber boots.

‘Odd’ he thought as Fred said he’s not usually back until 7.’ Sure enough Alec peeped through his spyhole and saw Fred arrive back in other gear to what was hanging there. As he looked at Fred’s rear view in his tight HiViz so he let his hand go down to his crotch and rub himself.

Next day the same clothes were hanging outside. Alec looked at his watch and thought if Fred is not back for an hour maybe I could borrow. Looking around the passage of the block and seeing no one he quickly lifted the Hi Viz and boots and rushed inside.

Knowing he only had limited time he quickly stripped off and already his cock was hard at the thought of putting on someone else’s Hi Viz clothes. He knew it would probably look ridiculous as Fred was so much bigger. First the thick yellowish socks but before he lifted them up to his nose and though they had been hanging on a hook he could smell cheesy feet. They had been on someone’s feet for days and the more he smelt the more he rubbed his nose into them finally ramming them into his mouth like a gag the smell beginning to almost overpower him making his cock almost vertical with excitement. Once the socks were on he noticed that they actually fitted him and yet looking at Fred’s boots they were at least 2-3 sizes bigger than his own feet. Not noticing this so much he wanted to get the hi viz trousers on which there was a thick belt at the top. As he slowly brought them up his leg so he could feel his dick rub against the yellow nylon, hoping that Fred’s cock had also rubbed against it perhaps letting out some pee drips or even better the left overs of some cum. Thinking they would be too long and too wide for him he was surprised when he discovered they fitted perfectly and in anything seemed slightly tight around his waist. Before buckling the belt he slid the yellow stained singlet vest over his head. He could see it was very stained under the armpits from sweat and had a couple of holes in the front one looking at where his nipple might be. As he tucked in the vest it was tight against his body and he felt as if his waist has expanded not just a little but a lot. His heart was beating so much from putting on the clothes and his cock starting to ooze precum from rubbing against the nylon and he did not bother to look down his body as his put on the high rubber boots which came up  over his Hi viz trousers. He felt amazing, was shaking with lust in his borrowed clothing, dirty clothing which he would never be able to try on had it not been for his new neighbour.

He went to stand in front of the mirror and looked at himself expecting to see him in clothing too big but still making him feel so sexed up. He stood back in shock. It was not his reflection, it was someone totally different staring back at him with a face also stunned but it was a workie he was looking at in the mirror. He guy in the mirror was 6’ 2’’ with wide muscled shoulders and long arms covered in tattoos ending in thick working mens’ hands. He had shaved sides to his head and yet a mass on thick black curls on top, he was unshaven and clearly with a heavy 2 day growth. As for his body it was covered in thick black hair erupting out the side of his vest and well up into his neck and down his tattooed arms. His stomach was thick the result of too many beers and slightly hung over the tightened belt. He was a bear of a man. As Alec looked down he could see a thick long cock tenting out in the Hi viz trousers. This was not him but someone totally different he was staring at. In some ways he was staring at a man he would love to be but he was terrified and in a panic quickly stripped off the clothes away from the mirror.

Having taken everything off he meekly went back to the mirror and there was his own reflection. He breathed a sigh of relief but then looked a bit more closely. He wasn’t exactly the same. His fair hair looked a bit darker and yes there was a bit of curl in what was usually straight hair. He looked slightly taller and his arms had a very slight blue haze to them. Was he looking a bit fatter around the waist? Even as he looked at his dick he thought there was a difference, the colour of the shaft seemed darker and where he had been circumsized there looked like the beginning of a foreskin.

Alec had to get the clothes back on to that hook as it was approaching the time Fred returned. He just managed to hang them and get in doors when he heard Fred walking up the passage and putting his key in the door. Alec could think of nothing else all evening and when he went to bed he started to remember in his mind the guy he saw in the mirror and immediately he had an erection. The more he thought of this workie the more his hand moved down to caress his shaft, working harder and harder as the image strengthened until he came in spurts of white cum up and over his chest.

Next morning Alec looked again in the mirror and could see there were still changes to his body. He had to wear a long sleeve shirt that was loose fitting to cover the bluish marks on his arms as well as the fact that he now seemed to have a bit of a beer belly. The trousers were stretched but at least fitted. His hair was darker and wavy which he tried to straighten out without success. He had a heavier growth on his face and had to have a much closer shave than normal plus he wore a tie as there was chest hair starting to sprout up his neck.

As he opened the door to leave so Fred opened his and took in the clothes that had been hanging outside.

‘Hi mate, off to work?’

‘Yes and you?’

‘Sure, as you can see from all my hiviz I’ve on. Probably down a few drains today As I said there are always jobs if you fancy? Your hair looks a bit different Alec, darker I would say and I don’t remember the curl.’

Alec blushed and said ‘No this is the normal, you must be mistaken. See you around, as he rushed outside to escape any more questions.’

When he got back at the end of the day there was nothing hanging outside and the following morning he made sure he heard Fred leave before going out. On his return the same clothes were hanging outside Fred’s apartment. Alec was at once terrified of trying them on again and what had happened but another part of him was getting so horny at the idea of seeing what would happen and perhaps this time he might leave them on a little longer. The temptation was too much and he quickly took the clothes off the pegs and lifted the rubber boots taking them inside and straight to his bedroom.

As he took off his trousers and underwear so his cock bounced up with excitement. He put everything on exactly as before and then stood in front of the mirror already knowing that his stomach had pushed outwards and his height had changed.

The same hard guy workie stared back at him in the mirror. He looked tough and so masculine and hairy. Alec could see the hair rising fully up his chest to his neck and sprouting great tufts on his shoulders and down his back. He looked a bear of a man. The rip on his vest exposed a large dark nipple, the outline of the vest showed a good sized pair of tits, almost man boobs and a thick belly. Alec felt a cock longer than his own inching inside his HiViz trousers straining to get out. Looking at his image his thick hairy hand with dirt ingrained in the nails slid down over his cock and rubbed, the feeling of nylon arousing him even more. Alec put his other hand up to the rip in the vest and tweaked the exposed nipple rubbing it gently over the teet making him shiver with excitement and then with two big fingers tweaking the nipple, all the while his other hand rubbing his cock. He could wait no longer and unzipped his flies and pulled out a long heavy piece of meat fully erect, the skin was dark with a thick vein on the underside and he could see the foreskin sliding back to expose a huge head which glistened with precum. Letting his cock stick out he forced his hand further in to grab his balls, heavy with spunk and bring them out so he could see all. Christ it must be a full 9”. What a cock!

With his tattooed right arm he started stroking his cock pulling the foreskin up and over the head to increase the sexual feeling. Was this Alec he was looking at, was it a dream. All Alec knew was that when he looked down at his cock it was the same one that was wanking in the mirror

‘Jesus what a fucking workie I am looking at. This is how I would love to be.’ He needed to cum and  to see how much spunk this person had so his hand worked furiously up and down the shaft as he spread his legs wide. He was so ready to cum and looking at the mirror and shouted

‘I’m cumin let’s see how much spunk you have mate’

And with that great spurts of spunk shot out of this big dark cock spreading out over the mirror, white glue like running down and still droplets on his hI Viz trousers. He arched back reeling at the strength of his orgasm.

Suddenly he realized that Fred would be back soon at his normal time and quickly took of the gear making sure he removed the cum marks. Putting on a dressing gown he shot out into the passage and carefully rehung the clothes and stacked the boots the way he had seen them earlier. He came back in to clean the  mirror and looked at himself expecting to see the usual Alec but this time there were more changes. He had grown even more and now showed a beer belly that was covered in thick curling black hair. His legs looked thicker and more hairy  with bulging thighs and his hair was definitely curly and even darker. But two thing he noticed more. His cock was bigger and now had a definite foreskin but those blue marks on his arms were morphing in to what looked more like tattoos, not fully formed but they were definitely there.

‘Christ what is happening and all this for one almighty orgasm? What am I going to do, I have to get back to the way I was. No way can I go in to work tomorrow.’ Next morning he still looked the same so phoned in sick. Alec did not know what to think he was now not the same person. Gone was the slightly geeky guy with fair straight hair and looking again and again in the mirror was someone who looked between himself and the hunky bear of a workie. The hair of his chest was now thick but not as dark at the ‘other guy’ he was not quite as tall or as wide and his hair was now definitely curly but not cut short at the sides. What he did keep looking at was the heavy pair of balls he now had and the longer thicker and darker cock with its full foreskin. He had to wear a tracksuit to allow for the widening waist and beer belly. When he heard Fred leave he looked out and saw the gear was still hanging there. He wanted to forget it but every half hour he kept looking and every time he became more tempted and every time his cock grew bigger. He knew that when he was in the gear he loved the image in the mirror. He was a man he had in his dreams wanted to be but it was no dream it was reality. Eventually the temptation was too much and he crept into the corridor and brought it into his apartment. Now there was no second thoughts. He quickly stripped off and put on the dirty ripped vest, the tight Hiviz trousers with thick belt and the high rubber boots. He felt himself expand into the man in the mirror and his cock was again fully erect and so hard. Before he could stand in front of the mirror to see that horny image the doorbell rang.

‘Shit what can I do, I can’t open the door like this not just because of what I look like but my large prick is tenting.’ The doorbell went again but Alec could not reply.

Suddenly he heard Fred’s voice

I know you are in there Alec and I know you are wearing the clothes I left outside. Christ mate I’m a workie just like the way you are looking. Open up and let me see you.

Alec decided he had to get his clothes off but as he tried it was as though they were stuck to his body and he could do nothing

‘Don’t try taking them off Alec, you won’t be able so just open up, one workie to another.’

Alec opened the door and Fred stepped in

‘Fucking Hell man you look bloody amazing. I didn’t expect this.’

‘What do you mean’ Alec replied

‘The moment I saw you I knew you were into workie HiViz gear and yup I saw that cock of your inching down your chinos as you saw me. So I put out the gear I knew you would really like to wear but I did not know what the result would be. You decided that. The clothes allowed you to be the man of your dreams and what you would really like to be. The more you wore them the more your dream would be real and now it is, this is the real Alec, workie Alec who loves and lives for HiViz. And fucking hell look at that cock of yours, it’s clear you love being the new man and Jesus you look amazing so much that just look at my crotch’ Fred said as he let his down to rub his tenting crotch. ‘Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny. But we are not quite there mate. I’m looking at a real manly bear of a workie but its still your preppy voice and mind which need to change. That’s what I’m here for.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well lets start with the fact that you’re looking bloody horny with that stiff dick of yours, I’m as randy as hell looking at the new you and you want to be a rough hairy workie. I’ve a cock here that needs your mouth around it and the way you are looking at my crotch I know you cannot wait to get it down the back of your throat.’

Fred rubbed his crotch hard up and down the full length of his shaft his cock head rubbing against the HiViz nylon. Standing with his legs apart he unzipped and let his cock flip out.

‘Christ that’s some prick you’ve  got there’

‘Just like yours Alec and you’re soon to feel the full length of it but first get down on your knees and let me see you open your mouth wide.’ 

Alec was drooling at the size of Fred’s prick sticking out from the HiViz trousers. He wanted to feel his mouth against the HiViz nylon and the only way was to devour the full length of Fred’s shaft. Kneeling down he took his new thick hands around the shaft and started to use his tongue to lick around the pink glowing head that was already showing precum and Alec let the taste linger in his mouth before opening his mouth wider to take the full head. As Alec the workie he had no problem with his mouth

‘Shit man you could take a bloody log down that throat of yours. Go on let it slide all the way, let me feel your heavy growth rubbing against by Hiviz and balls.’ Fred had Alec by the shoulders pushing him in towards his shaft, groaning as he could feel his cock vanishing down the back of his throat, his cock covered in Alec’s spit.

Alec had never sucked a dick like this before but as his different self it was exactly what he most wanted. He could smell Fred’s cock and mixture of his spit, his piss and even hardened cum. The more he smelt the more he moved his mouth up and down.

‘Christ we need to stop there Alec and now it’s time to finish what you want. Stand up.’

As Alec stood up so his cock was tenting big time in his HiViz and a large precum stain was showing on his trousers

‘Come over here and stand in front of me Alec.’

Standing in front of Fred, he had his belt unbuckled and Fred pulled down his HiViz over his arse.

‘Fucking hell Alec what a fucking hairy arse you’ve got. I thought your bod was hairy but you have a fucking forest I need to get my cock past and into that crack of yours.’

Fred took hold of Alec’s cheeks and spread them apart to allow his cock to penetrate the hair and find the hole.

‘This should be easy for you with all the spit you’ve put on my dick. Christ feeling all your arse hair against by dick is so fucking horny.’

Fred found the hole and started pushing his dick in, Alec flinching for a second but his hole was so ready for a fuck and the large arse could take whatever was coming his way.

Fred putting his arms around Alec’s waist moved him back into his shaft until he could feel his dick right up to the hilt. Feeling his pubes against Alec’s hairy arse was amazing.

‘That arse of yours can take a lot more than just my dick.’

Once he felt he was fully in and could feel Alec breathing hard, Fred moved his hands up over Alec’s belly and further up until they came to his extended nipples. 

‘God what erect big nips you have,’ he said squeezing them letting his hands tweak and then rub and then pinch. Alec arched his back into Fred with total pleasure whilst Fred started to work his cock in and out, at first slowly savouring every thrust and then starting to get faster.

I’m getting ready to cum Alec and when you feel me spurting inside you then at least you will be the real man you want to be , no going back, this is you.’

By now Alec could not care feeling Fred’s cock all the way up him, having his nipples worked hard and looking like a workie. Christ it didn’t get better, its exactly what he wanted and to hell with any consequences.

‘Cum when you want, I’m ready Fred. Make me a workie.’

Fred said’ Start rubbing your cock inside your Hi Viz. I want you to come and let all the cum drop down and stick to you.’

Alec took his hand and started rubbing the shaft over the yellow nylon

‘Christ what a way to wank, feeling the nylon over my shaft’

Fred’s head inside Alec’s arse was ready to explode and hearing Alec shoot was all he needed.

‘It’s now mate, I’m cumming, take every spurt of my spunk and say goodbye to the old boring Alec.’

‘That’s it, fuck me let me be the workie’

With one final shove of his cock into Alec’s arse Fred exploded all the cum that was pent up in his balls and Alec’s cock discharged all his spunk inside his HiViz some oozing through the nylon and most running down inside. 

As Alec felt the cum rush up inside his arse so he felt a rush of blood up inside him and swirling around in his head.

‘What the fuck is happening,’ he said in a totally different voice. ‘Shit I’m speaking like a south London workie with a bloody deep voice. I can’t stop saying Fuck and it feels so fucking good’

‘It’s not just the voice Alec another couple of seconds and you are the workie, that’s your life now.’

‘Too fucking right ,Fred, that’s what I am and what else would I fucking wanna be. Us men as best as workies, real men and men who know the best fuck you can get is with another workie.

‘Well done Alec, join the club you’re one of us now. These clothes were never mine outside in the corridor, they were always yours, the clothes you wanted to really wear and I just allowed you to become the real workie Alec.’

‘Tell you what Fred I can already feel my fucking cum hardening on the nylon, fucking great man. Tell you what we’re both doing the same job and what’s the point of having two apartments. You might as well move all your gear into mine but remember I only accept Hi Viz and we sleep in Hi Viz OK?’

‘If that’s what you want Alec,’

‘Sure is mate and besides after that fuck, for me it’s just the beginning, so tonight I’ll have my cock up that arse of yours.’

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[captainlondonman]

A few old stories for my followers

Sam decided he needed a haircut, only a trim but a tidy up anyway and went off to his usual barber. As he went to open the door he noticed a sign saying ‘On vacation. Back soon’

‘Shit now I need to find another place.’

He remembered passing several times a Turkish barber shop where there never seemed to be many clients and the older barber was invariably sitting reading a newspaper

‘Well’, he thought’ it’s only a trim he can’t go far wrong.’

He pushed the door open and walked in

The guy looked up and smiled

‘Looking for a haircut?’

‘Yeah just a trim if that’s OK.’

‘Come and sit down and let’s get started.’

After getting a gown around Sam’s neck the barber took out his scissors and started on the sides. Thinking of getting a conversation started Sam asked

‘Are you Turkish?’

‘Yes sure am but I’ve been here a good few years. Have you ever been to Turkey?’

‘Once a few years ago to Istanbul. I’ts an amazing city. I loved it. So much to see and do. Really where East meets West.’

‘Everyone goes there and you are right but have you been to any of the beaches in Turkey?’

‘No.’

‘That is something else, golden sand and blue blue sea.’

‘Not sure I would find it that easy.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well with my fair skin and flat chest I would find it a bit daunting with all those hairy chested Turks showing off their masculine bodies’

‘You have a point I think.’

‘They all look so manly with their thick beards and dark hairy chests.’

‘You obviously look carefully at us Turkish men.’

‘Well, you cannot miss all that black hair.’

‘You would like to have hairy chest I think.’

‘Sure I would love to but clearly not going to happen so perhaps I leave out the beaches.’

‘Not everyone has black hairy chest. Look at me, mine is now grey.’

‘I see that but even though you only have your two top buttons undone I can see your chest must have been dark at one time and now its grey but a lot of hair. Lucky you.’

‘Wait a minute I have an idea.’

And with that he put down his scissors and walked over to the door locking it. ‘Now let me take off your cover and follow me to the back of the shop. Don’t worry. From what you said you will be happy trust me.’

Sam had no idea what the guy was talking about but got up and followed the guy into the back room.

‘So you like hairy men and even noticed the hairs sprouting out the top of my shirt so I now take off my shirt and you do the same.’

At first Sam thought the guy had taken leave of his senses but part of him wanted to see how the full chest hair looked like even if he was going to show nothing.

Sam stripped off his shirt feeling very self conscious.

‘I see what you mean young man, not much hair to show. Would not be well receievd on a Turkish beach I think. This is more like it.’

The barber slowly took off his shirt and Sam’s eyes were on stalks. Not only was the barber covered with a thick mat of chest hair but it came up all across his shoulders and down his arms to his very fingertips. It was almost like a gorilla. The hair was salt and pepper with a dark area around the navel getting greyer as it rose up over his chest and tits. The shoulders were thick in white hair.

‘Now that is a Turkish chest for you.’

‘Good god that is amazing I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as hairy.’

‘I think you like it judging by your eyes. Sadly my wife hates it she would prefer I was like you.’

‘Then she is totally wrong it looks great on you and I just wish I had some of what you have.’

‘You really would like to be hairy would you not?’

‘There is something really special about hairy and Turkish and arab men. They look so masculine.’

‘Hairy bodies are for men. Hairless chests for boys.’

‘Yeah but I am a man.’.

‘A man who would like to be hairy.’

‘Sure would.’

‘So would you like to touch my chest and feel the hair?’

‘Can I?’

‘Well I have asked you so yes, see what it is like.’

Sam gingerly put his hands lightly on the barber’s chest and felt the thick curling mass of hair.

‘Now come on boy just giving a little touch is hardly being a man. Run your hands over and deeply across my chest so you know what a hairy chest really feels like. Let your hands become entangled in the hair. Let me feel your hands.’

Sam started to move his hands deep into the hair letting the grey thick hair curl around his fingers. He had never felt anything like this. The sensation of touching and rubbing had started to make his cock so erect it was sore. He felt he could say nothing to this older man that he was becoming so aroused and just hoped his tent was not too obvious.

‘Why don’t you move your hands up under my pecs, the hair is thicker there just under my tits. You see how thick it is there?’

‘God I never felt anything like this before.’

‘Looks as if you are enjoying.’

‘Well you said I should move my hand around.’

‘So while you are at it why don’t you try and find my nipples among the hair. That’s it, I can feel your fingers just  touching my nipples. So while they are there I’d like you to give them a tweak. Get each nipple between your fingers and give a squeeze.’

Sam did not know what to do so very gingerly teased them

‘I said give them a squeeze not just a brush. That’s better a bit harder. Us Turks like to have good big nipples and some squeezing helps make them bigger. Now move your hands up to my shoulders. See how the hair continues across my shoulders. And you know it goes all the way down my back. You’d like to feel that as well no doubt.’

‘If you are asking. I have rarely seen a hairy back before.’

‘Well I tell you what, come into me, press your chest against mine and put your arms around my back and let your hands rub up and down my back and at the same time you can feel my hairy chest rubbing against you, so it almost will feel for you what a hairy chest you could have.’

Sam did as he was told and put his arms around the barber, the barber doing likewise and pulling in tight

’See my back is almost as hairy as my chest so let your hands rub into my skin.’

‘Christ it’s amazing,’ Sam replied as he started to move his chest tight up against the barbers hair letting the hairs rub against his skin

‘How does that feel?’

I feel as I rub against you as if I have a hairy chest. Its just what I have always imagined. I am almost feeling like a bear even with no chest hair but all your hair makes me feel as if its mine.

‘That’s the idea. Now I seem to think there’s a bit of a pole rubbing against my thigh. Feels as if you have a hard on.’

‘Not just a hard on but my cock is aching with all this rubbing.’

‘I hope you are feeling something more than a pole against your thigh.’

‘Shit is that your cock it feels more like another leg.’

Taking one hand away from Sam, the barber pushed Sam’s hand down between them

‘So feel that.’

‘Christ its huge.’

‘Of course it is. It’s pure Turkish thick cock. All us men have a good 9” and not just the length but thick and cut as well.. That cock of mine needs to get out and you can see properly so unzip me and take it out.’

Sam carefully unzipped the massive bulge and put his hand inside to feel the throbbing dick. ‘You need to undo the belt and let my trousers down so you can lift it out. It’s too big to just take out like this.’

As Sam let down the trousers so the meaty prick bounced upwards. Sam could not believe the size. If this is what all Turks have then I want one he thought to himself.

‘So now I have let you feel all my hair, I need a couple of favours from you.’

Firstly you get down on your knees and suck. My wife hates a blow job but I love it and only men know how to do it properly.’

‘I might choke with trying to suck.’ 

‘Trust me once you let your mouth open and breathe carefully this will slip down the back of your throat.’

The barber undid Sam’s zip and slid his trousers down over his cock which was tenting in his pants.

‘Not a bad dick but it could be bigger. I think you would like a thick dick like mine, yeah?’

‘I sure would.’ 

‘So get down and feel this big chopper into your mouth. I want to feel my cock all the way down the back of your throat. Take hold of my heavy balls and pull them down as you start to lick my head.’

Sam sat on the floor and took hold of the barber’s heavy balls.

‘Now pull down tight and move you head in. Get your mouth full of spit to cover my head.’ Holding the Barbers balls Sam started licking the glistening head covering it with more and more spit running his lips around the full helmet.

‘That’s good but now I need to feel your mouth get deeper. You don’t need to take the full length but go as far as you can without chocking.’

Still holding the balls Sam opened his mouth as wide as possible and moved it slowly down into his throat. It was massive but having such a thick member in his mouth was a real turn on.. The barber took hold of Sam’s head and moved it further into his cock. 

‘Good boy you are doing this well now start move your mouth up and down my shaft. Let me feel you sucking  up and down. Christ that feels good but I need to stop you there as there is now the second favour I need of you. Take your mouth out of my shaft and stand up.’

Looking Sam in the face he said

‘My wife hates being bum fucked  but I love arse fucking and your arse is now ready for a fuck. Let me see that arse of yours.’

The barber let his hands move across Sam’s cheeks and started to push them apart to expose his hole. 

‘Look quite tight to me but with all your spit you should be able to take.’

‘I’m not sure I can take your prick’ Sam said.

‘Don’t worry I’ll be gentle and I’ll just let a good gob of my spit onto my shaft so it will be easier. Now bend over as it will be better for you. 

Sam wanted to feel the barbers cock insider him. He wanted to feel a real hairy man stick it all the way up..

The barber keeping Sam’s cheeks as far apart as possible guided his cock to the hole and with a gentle push started to move his helmet in.

‘Christ it’s huge. I’m really not sure.’

‘Just relax, be a man like us Turks and once in you will want the full length trust me. Now be a man. Pushing a bit more the full helmet entered his arse and then Sam felt he could relax a bit. It felt so good he started to shove his arse back towards the cock.

‘I want to feel those thick pubes of yours up against me and also feel all that body hair rubbing against me as you grind your cock.’

‘I’ll put my full cock inside you and the give you a moment to rest before we do the next part. This next one with be a changer for you. You will become a man just like all us Turks. Now stand up and squeeze your bum so you feel me deep inside you.’

‘Now let’s turn you to look at the mirror so you can see yourself and I start to fuck you harder.

‘Good you can see yourself with that smooth chest and feel my hairy chest against your back.’

‘It feels as if I have the hairy back when you are pressed against me.’

‘So you’d like to have a hairy chest and back would you?’

‘Seeing you is exactly what I’d love to have.’ 

‘Good I hoped you might say that. So are you ready for me to start a harder fuck and then come inside you cause there’s plenty of spunk in my balls and I want you to feel it shooting all the way up.’

‘I want you all and now even though that prick of yours is so big my arse is aching to be fucked by it.’

As the barber  starting to move his cock in and out down the length of Sam’s arse he moved his arms to the front around Sam.

‘This arse of yours is made for me and boy am I gonna fuck

Let me start rubbing your arms with my hands while I fuck ok?’

‘Please I want to feel those hairy manly arms all over me.’ Sam was almost begging

As he rubbed his hands over Sam’s arms, Sam was suddenly aware that those smooth arms of his were sprouting hairs and not just blond hairs but dark almost black hairs, long and curling from his shoulders all the way down to the tips of his fingers

‘What is happening my arms are now looking hairy.’

The barber replied as he continued to let his cock run the full length of Sam’s arse.

‘You said you’d like to be hairy. Looks good and manly does it not?

‘But they are not just becoming hairy they look more muscular’.

‘Who wants to be a skinny man. We all want to be real men don’t we?’

‘Well yes’

‘So now let me run my arms across your smooth chest and see what I can do for you.’

As the barber ran his rough large hands across Sam’s chest he thought it at first looked like a shadow across his whole chest and then as he looked down he realised it was hairs not just slowly sprouting out of every pore but quickly and looking like a forest of curling black hair all the way cross and down even on his shoulders. Not only around his pecs and navel but the entire chest was hairy. His whole chest was larger with now broad shoulders and dark skin and he had a 6 pack he’d never had before and such a big pair of pecs all covered in coarse hair. It was like a perfect Turkish man’s chest.

‘Let me bring my hands up to your nipples which I can hardly see for hair. You gave mine a nice pinch so let me do the same for you. All Turks love their nipples played with.’

As the barber started to work his nipples so Sam groaned with pleasure moving his arse in and out against the barber.s cock.

‘Christ that is amazing it so turning me on. Squeeze them harder’

Good I like to squeeze Turkish nipples. And you have a really big pair with extended nipple heads. Is that better? These will hsow nicely through all your shirts and everyone can see what a big pair of Turkish tits you have.’

‘It’s fucking fantastic.’

‘You like your new chest?’

‘It’s like a dream. I feel much more a real man. My arse feels bigger and more round and am I right is saying its hairy.’

‘It’s very hairy, all the way inside that nice crack of yours and you now have a big bubble butt and bigger hole so my cock sits well inside you.’

‘I’ts no longer sore and I want you to increase your rythmn I’m so wanting you to come inside me I can feel those thick pubes of your rubbing against my hairy arse. Shit it’s great.

‘Don’t worry “m coming round to put my hands on that cock of your but first I need to rub my hands over your face and head so close your eyes and just enjoy me thrusting faster and faster inside you.’

The more the barber thrust the more Sam pushed his arse back to see the full length of the thick shaft. He wanted every inch as he felt the barber’s hands rub against his face. As he rubbed he could feel that his face was no longer smooth but it was almost as though there was a brush in between his face and the barbers hands. His head felt different and that trim he came in for was as though he had had a very close cut even more than a number one.’

‘Now open your eyes. Look at yourself and the man you are’

The face staring back at him was no longer the wholesome blond Brit. The face he looked at in the mirror could for him almost have been a criminal. He was completely bald, shaven with a shiny top but from the top of his ears there was a thick black beard and moustache. So thick he could hardly see his mouth. The beard was at least 3inches long and took up all his chin and neck all the way down to where it met his hairy chest. He had a brown face, a squashed nose as if it could have been broken in a fight and thick bushy black eyebrows. He looked exactly like a middle eastern thug, a Turkish thug but he looked a man and man that no one would tamper with. He looked every part a man who would dominate but here he was being now aggressively fucked and loving the large cock inside him.

‘Now you look like a man. Makes me even more horny to fuck you like a brother Turk. I need to cum soon but first let me put my hands of your cock so you come at the same time.

The barber moved his hands down to grip Sam’s cock who was still staring at his new face.

‘Now look down’

Sam looked and what had been a good 6 incher before was now 9” and thick like the barber with such a forest of dark pubes. Now  Sam looked just like a masculine tough nut Turk. He was ready to come just staring at his new tool and he could feel the barber’s cock in him pulsating ready to shoot his load of cum.

‘If you are ready we both cum but I tell you this is a new beginning and you will feel at first for a short time a bit different but don’t worry it’s all part of what you want.’

‘I hope so.’ shouted Sam, ‘Just let me have everything you have and let me feel your pubes right up against my hairy arse as you cum so I am about to shoot.’

And with that the barber

Shouted ‘Fuck you Turk be one of us.’

As Sam felt the spunk shoot up his arse so his own cock exploded, arches of cum hitting the mirror and running down, great creamy drops.

When he opened his eyes after his orgasm everything seemed a bit cloudy not just his eyes but his brain. He was struggling to think what to say in English. He thought he knew what to say but he was rapidly forgetting words and instead other words of a foreign tongue were in his mind

‘I feel …. ‘He managed to say in English but even those two words he noted were in a much deeper voice and with a strong accent. It did not sound like his voice.

‘Tell me what you are thinking in your preferred language.’ The barber said

Sam said in a rasping deep voice in Turkish ‘That was a fucking great fuck.’

‘Yes Samir only we know how to fuck like real men. Welcome my Cousin.’ This was no longer Sam looking at himself in the mirror, it was now Samir.

‘Tell you what cousin I look fucking great. A hairy Turk with a huge dick and now you and I have a Turkish coffee and cigarette and then I fuck the living daylights of you. One favour deserves another. We keep it is the family eh?’

‘I get you good job in nightclub Samir.’

‘Sure Cousin, I like a good fight. No one gets on the wrong side of me.’

‘A tough Turk and a good fuck.’

‘Yeah but now time for you to turn round and I give you a good Samir fuck’

WORKIE  BIG JIM to J-BOI

What the hell is going on outside the front door? James looked through the window and saw 2 young guys setting up bollards in a square on the pavement outside

‘I’ve not had any notifcation for works to be done.’

As he looked out there were two guys both in their 20.s in full Hi Viz gear wearing white helmets and orange kit. One had a really good bod and knew it wearing tight trousers so he showed off a tight arse. He had a tight fitting T shirt on showing the full 6 pack and protruding nipples, making sure his waistcoat was open for all to see. He was unshaven, a good dark stubble and tanned. One arm was full of tats and he had gold earrings in both ears and a ciggie droping down from his lips. As he turned so James could see his cock pushing out from the tight confines.  His head was shaved and gleaming.

Sex on legs but a mouthy son of a bitch by the look of things

The other guy was shorter and a good rugby build with hairy arms and shaved head. He was wearing dirty camos and high rigger boots. He kept wiping his nose on his cuffs. A dirty little bugger James thought

Even if James was annoyed at seeing them outside his house, he found his cock twitching at the sight of the lads.

Nothing to beat a dirty workie  he thought. Christ I don’t why but the sight of these dirty young guys in Hi Viz always gets me horny . I can’t stop dreaming of being a mucky workie and having a good fuck with these guys. As he stared at them so his hand went down to his dick and started rubbing . Shit I love Hi Viz gear he said as his cock started tenting big time in his trousers. Christ I have to have a wank and they wont be able to see me getting my rocks off.

With that he took his good 6 incher out with its thick head and started to rub himself. That cocky one really gets me so horny he said watching the young lad bend over showing the tight arse. What I would do with that he said but knowing full well he never would which made his excitement even more. His hand groped his dick and he slid his sweaty hand up and down his shaft faster and faster working his thick head wet with precum. Oh God I’m coming as he shoved his head back and his cum spurted all over the wall under the window.

James showered and washed off all the excess spunk that had run down his legs Time to get to work. As he walked out the cocky lad looked over at him and winked.

‘What are you guys doing right in front of my house.’

‘What the fuck does it look like. Digging a hole mate, electrical problems. Can you not see what it says on the back of my coat.’

‘I only asked’ James said

‘And I only told you’ was the reply.

‘Have you not any foreman’ asked James

‘Nope, he buggered off, its just Jake and I, ain’t it Jake?’

‘Sure thing, Wayne but we reckon we know what were doin’

‘I certainly hope so’ James said somewhat arrogantly

‘Christ man can you not take a joke. A bit strung up ain’t you?’

‘How long is this going to take?’

‘As long as we feel like. Looks a good job for us with no one in charge so a good few cups of tea and breaks plus of course our ciggies, a good week I’d say. Wayne gave James another wink as as he did so he let his hand run down the shaft of his cock making sure that James saw the full length of his dick.

James realized that Wayne was a bloody  troublemaker just baiting so decided to go off to the office without any more to say.

‘You know mate you’d be better off as one of us workies. A fucking better life than stuck in an office.’

Sitting on the bus James kept thinking what Wayne had said about being a workie and the idea of being one working along side Jake and Wayne in full Hi Viz gear made his cock rigid under his briefcase. Christ I’d be so horny working with them I’d never get any work done he joked to himself.

When he got home the two blokes had left. During the night he could not take his mind of Wayne’s arse in those Hi Viz trousers and those tats and dirt and the shaved head. He kept waking up with a raging knob on but decided not to wank as he was waiting to see the two of them the next day.

He remembered waking up early because the doorbell rang. He went to open and on the doorstep was a bag, no one there. What the hell is this?

Might as well open he thought and as he unzipped he caught sight of bright orange HI Viz clothing.

Someone must have left this but I didn’t see yesterday evening.

As he put his hand in the bag he stroked the gear and felt his cock harden.

I’ve got to look at this. He took out everything and laid it out on the table. There were a pair of thick rigger boots well used and filthy with the leather on the toe caps worn so he could see the metal. A pair of yellow socks with holes in the toes. a pissed stained worn jockstrap, A pair of mucky Hi Viz trousers with a thick belt, a ripped T shirt stained with dirt and snot, a waistcoat and helmet.

They are all much too big for me he thought sadly but he leant over the table and started smelling everything. Christ the socks are stinking with a real cheesy feet smell. It’s as though they’ve never been washed. The T shirt smelt of BO and dirt and as for the jockstrap it really smelt of piss and fresh piss at that full of yellow stains. As he stroked the jockstrap there were hard sections which he could see were of dried cum. The smell of it all as he rubbed his hands over the clothing had him so worked up he thought he might cum, his cock was already oozing precum. 

‘Just looking at all this is making me so horny I’ve got to try it on even if it is too big, I just want to feel all this dirt and piss against me.’

He picked up the jockstrap and started rubbing it over his face. He wanted to cover himself with the smell of stale piss. He rubbed it over his nose and over his eyes then started stuffing it into his mouth until he was almost gagging with the smell but the more he stuffed in the more the precum appeared on the tip of his cock. With the jockstrap now moist from his spit he put on the jockstrap knowing it was far too big. As he pulled it up his legs so he suddenly felt dizzy and different. His legs started growing not just in height but width, they were bloody chunky legs with big muscles and his soft downy leg hair changed, thick dark hair started sprouting all over his legs even across the top of his feet. He pressed his stiff cock into the jockstrap and the outline changed. What was just a normal erect dick strained so much as the cotton he thought is would burst. It was a monster tool and thick as his arm scarcely able to be contained. Black curly pubic hair suddenly was growing all around sideways, upwards like a bloody gorilla,. His waist had expanded and the elastic was straining around his waist. The colour of his skin had changed from pinky white to a dark tan which with so much hair he could hardly see.

James could not understand but he knew he had to continue getting into the gear. He next put on the socks, dirty stinkin and his toes were popping through the end he must be a size 12 at least what had happened to his size 8.He lifted the Hi viz trousers and thought they were much too big for him but as he dragged them up his leg they started to feel tight. He could hardly get them over his pouch so hard was his big cock. He pushed them over and they felt so tight across his arse but as he looked down so his stomach started to change and push out. Not just a little but one hell of a lot. He had a bloody great beer belly and the hair from his pubes was rapidly speading up over the top of his trousers. As he tied his belt so his belly spread out over. He lifted the T shirt and smelt the armpits. God they stank of sweat, and there was a rip down part of the front. As he put it over his head he felt his arms ache and his chest tense. Looking more carefully his arms had expanded to reveal hard muscle he knew he never had and not just muscle but Tattoos all the way down both arms and yet more thick black hair. Christ it looked so bloody macho. The hair moved over his shoulders and he could feel it moving down both back and front. He seems like a bloody gorilla His chest seemed to blow out, the belly more pronounced and a big pair of hairy tits. The rip in the T shirt meant that one of his tits was poking through showing a big juicy nipple with a thick steel ring. As he went to put on the Hiviz waistcoat his arm brushed his face. Where was all that smooth skin of his, instead he took his thick nicotined fingers over a big bushy beard and up to a shaved head.. Only one thing left, his helmet. It looked miles too big but as he brought it down it was the perfect size , he head had expanded so much.

However the biggest change was when the helmet was fully on. James suddenly felt a strong rush of blood running round his entire body. His brain felt fried. He put his hands up to his face and shouted not in his well spoken soft voice but in a strongly accented deep tone.

‘I’m fucking Big Jim and where are those fucking skivers. Time someone fucking told them who’s Boss and its me. Time they make it up as I’m needing a fucking shag.’

With that he opened the door and Wayne and Jake were sitting with ciggie in hand  and no sign of any tools.

‘What the fuck do you two think your doing. I hate fucking skivers. Get the hell in here now.’

Wayne could not believe what he saw but both were so surprised they stood up speechless and went inside.

‘So you’s think that jus because I’m no with yos you can do whit you like. Well I’ll tell you I’m the one who gives the orders not fucking you. And its lucky for you that I’m feeling fucking horny so no docking of wages but time to keep me happy and shoot a load.’ Big Jim shouted and belched rubbing his hand down the length of his cock

‘That’s a fucking monster you’ve got there Jim and I can see its already rock hard the way its tenting.’

‘Too fucking right and see that arse of your’s boy well that’s where its going. And don’t tell me you don’t like big cock. ‘

‘No way Big Boy’

With that Big Jim grabbed Wayne from the back and yanked him back bringing his bushy bearded face against Wayne. I told you what I’m doing and you do nothing but agree. Right got that?

Jim sent a big gob of spit into Wayne’s face.

‘OK mate sure thing’

Still holding Wayne by the collar with one hand  Big Jim yanked open Waynes flies and pulled down his HI Viz . As he did so, Wayne’s erect cock sprang up.

‘No way you say? That stiff dick of yours is telling me something else. A good size boy and any dick as stiff as this wants a fuck. So bend over now.

And as for you Jake stop staring and rubbing your crotch. I can see that knob on from here, getting you going is it?

‘Sure bloody is Big Jim’

‘So fuckin unzip yourself and lets see what you’re made off.’

Jake stuck his hand into his Hi Viz and pulled out a long thin hard cock.

‘You can have a good wank when I say so but first your goin’ to suck yer mates dick and when I say suck I wanna see his tool all the way down your throat.

Right Wayne I said bend over . 

As he pushed the lad down he took his other arm and slapped hard across his arse

‘Fuckin hell man that hurts’

‘I want to get your bum nice and hot for my cock, so quit the moaning and with that he struck again as the arse showed red.

‘Time to give you  a sackful of cum boy. He dropped a gob of spit onto his throbbing cock and worked it, then taking hold of each cheek he spread them apart to get a look at Wayne’s hole. 

‘Big hole boy for someone like you. Don’t tell me you’ve not had a dick my size up that crack of yours’

 ‘Now inch that arse back so I can spear you and don’t worry I’ll take my time.’ Slowly he inched his cock into the hole his spit giving as much lube as necessary

‘That’s it boy you now start moving back onto my prick’

‘Fuck I feel I’m going to explode’

‘Oh stop the crap and take it like a man.. That’s it you’ve got the hang of it now. Keep moving your arse further and further in. You’re tight but fucking fantastic ‘Keep going you’re almost at the hilt.’

‘I fucking hope so cant take much more length.’

With one push Big Jim was fully in.

Right Jake just fuckin looking and rubbing your dick, its time for you to give some action and give our mate here some head. I can see you can’t wait to get his knob down your throat.

Jake bent down while Wayne pushed himself further and further into Big Jim’s pubes.

‘Christ I can feel you right up’

‘I fuckin well hope so’

Jake  started licking Wayne’s head dripping his spit and feeling it mix with Wayne’s precum.

‘Load of pre there man. You’d have to with a dick this size up you

Jake slowly let his mouth move up the shaft, making sure his saliva made the cock easy to get down his throat. He loved cock especially Wayne’s as the further down he got the thicker the cock was making him open his mouth fully. Once fully in he starting sliding his mouth up and down the shaft getting faster and faster

‘Fuck man, you always give the best head. Come on Jim get that prick of yours moving in and out. I wanna come with you spurting inside me.’

‘You asked for it boy and with that Jim started lunging in and out making sure his groin was right into Wayne’s arse, pounding him. He could hear the noise of the precum and spit getting louder and louder the more he fucked.

Jake had his hand wrapped around his dick wanking hard ready to swallow all Wayne’s juice

Jesus man I’m going to come, your big dick is making me so fucking horny I can’t wait any longer. Jake get ready to swallow, I’ve got bags of cum going down yer throat.’

Big Jim slowly took his cock back ready for the final push.

‘Ready boy I’m cumin all the way up you. So fucking much it’ll be coming out yer mouth.’

‘Fuck man I’m cumming

‘So am I, take it Jake, shit what a fiuck’

‘Yes  boi here is comes yea, Fucking hell.’

And with that Big Jim threw his head back and all went dark

James woke up. It had all been a dream but not only had Big Jim spunked but James’s dream was so real he had come all over his chest, spunk all the way to his neck. 

‘God what a dream that was amazing. I’ll need to go and shower.’

And with that the doorbell went not just once but several times.

‘Christ I’ll have to answer that. He quickly put on his tracksuit and hoping no one would notice his dripping cock making a stain, he opened the front door.

Wayne was standing leaning against the door frame with mug in hand, his eyes glinting at James, dressed in full HiViz with a thick jacket and trousers. 

‘So mate, I need some water for my tea. Thought I’d get some from you. You going to ask me in?’

‘I’m busy but if you just want some water come into the kitchen.. Where’s your mate?’ 

‘Buggered off so just me today, at least for the moment.’

‘Let me have your mug and I’ll fill up.’

‘Don’t think I’m wrong mate but you smell of spunk. Am I right? Looks as though there some left overs staining your trackies. Been wanking thinking of me, eh’

James was speechless

‘I saw you looking at me rubbing me crotch the first day and when I saw you looking out the window I bent down knowing you were getting off seeing my tight bum. Right eh? I fucking knew you were wanking at the window. So you get off on Hi Viz workies do you? I tell you we get hit on all the times by blokes who love the gear like you. So you wanna try some on, what about mine. Bet that would really turn you. You’d feel my body part of you eh?’

Wayne gave his cock an ru knowing full well James was staring at him, and all this talk was getting not just him but James also really horny

‘Well em, if you want.’

‘Right then get your trackies off and I can first see that bod of yours and all the spunk that’s drying off.’

James did as he was told took his trackies off

‘Shit man that’s a hell of a lot of spunk I can see. Good balls eh? And not a bad sized dick either which I can see is looking for some hot action. Got a wee surprise for you mate, hope you are ready. I knew I would have you today.’

Wayne undid his jacket and opened up to take off. Underneath James saw a white T shirt with the word SKIN in large red letters on the front and red braces. His tats showed strong all the way down his arms

Wayne let down his trousers and under he had a pair of bleachers and 19hole Doc Martins with yellow laces.

‘Eyes out on stalks boi? Like what you see. This is me when not a workie but I still luv being a fucking workie.’

Wayne stood there in front of James with his head fully shaved and glistening and all the tattoos showing down his muscled arms, he was the perfect skin.

‘So get the gear on.’ Wayne barked at James.

All James wanted was to put on the Hi Viz gear and he could smell Wayne  he hadn’t washed for several days but that made it all the better.  James just wanted to please Wayne

God it felt great and knowing it was Wayne’s made him start to feel so horny.

Wayne put his arm around James’s neck and pulled him in to him so their faces were touching.

‘Now open yer mouth.’

As James opened his mouth so Wayne kissed him and stuck his tongue down the throat releasing a huge gob of spit into James mouth.

‘Swallow that’ he barked.

As James let the gob slide down his throat so he suddenly had a burning sensation like an electric jolt through his body but it felt bloody great.

‘Feeling good boi eh?’

‘Yea feel different.’

‘Bloody right what’s yer name?’

‘J-boi’

‘Yeh and what are you?’

‘Your bitch’

And what does my bitch do

Lick your boots

‘So fucking get down and do it in my hi viz gear. You love my fuckin gear don’t you bitch’

J-boi did as told and knelt on the floor covering Wayne’s boots with spit and licking. Wayne put one booted foot on J-boi’s head and pressed it down.

‘I said fucking lick, so get on with it. You love it boy licking my boots and being my bitch.’

J-boi licked as though his life depended on it and the more he licked he more his cock hardened making him feel so horny. He loved his cock rubbing against Wayne’s trousers making him feel part of Wayne, a skin workie.

‘Now work your way up my bleachers’

Slowly still tonguing J-boi made his way up until he came to the hard long outline of Waynes cock. Shit what a cock. His full length was straining down his bleacher leg wanting to be released but not before he made J-boi work for it.

‘Now get your mouth round my head and feel the length. Good aint it, it’s what you want you fuckin little bitch.

J-boi said nothing,  he was too busy loving feeling the cock through the bleachers. He sat back looking up at Wayne like a pup.

‘You want my dick down that throat of yours don’t you boi’

‘Fucking right I do Master. You do with me what you want.’

With difficulty Wayne pulled down his zip and forced outhis thick juicy dick. It bounced up in boi’s face.

‘Look mate you’ve got be fucking hard, that what bitches do. So open that fucking mouth wide and take what’s coming to you’ as he smeared his pre cum cock against J-boi’s face

Wayne grabbed boi by the hair.

‘Once you’ve had my spunk I’m getting rid of all that  fuckin hair of yours. I wan my bitch a true skinhead. As you’r goin to be a fucking dirty workie you’ve gotta look a real man 

He rammed hic dick into Boi’s mouth. At first he gagged with the size and ferocity that Wayne rammed it in but he wanted every inch Wayne could give him and let his mouth and throat take the full length. He felt the pubes rubbing against his face.

‘Jesus you love my sweaty dick. I haven’t washed for a couple of days knowing I was coming here. Nice a cheesy with some hardened cum on it. Thinking of you in my Hi Viz gear sucking me off had me wanking big time but better knowing that now you’re no longer a fucking pansy but one of us Skins. A bit of work but I’ll have you tattooed, hair shaved and smoking packets of ciggies in no time

His hands still grabbing Boi, he pulled him in and out, Boi’s spit dripping down his face 

‘Christ you know how to give head boi. I picked the right one to be my bitch. I’m going cum and you’re gonna take all. There’s a sackful going down.

Boi in Wayne’s Hi Viz could only think of all that cum and sucked quicker and quicker.

‘Christ I’m coming ,take it all boy’ and he exploded into Boi’s mouth. Too much for him to swallow and it oozed down his chin and on to the Hi Viz jacket. ‘Christ what a fucking blow job. Jesus boi you’re the best.’

He hauled Boi up and stuffed his mouth down bois throat licking his own cum and feeling Boi’s spit.

Master, my cocks so fucking hard in your gear, I need to cum.’

‘Ok Boi but rub yerself off in my gear, I want all that cum to run down and harden inside. Let me see you wank now Boi.

Boi had his hand around his dick rubbing up an down on the trousersfeeling Wayn’s hardened cum inside and knowing he was going to cum and mix it with Wayne’s

That’s it Boi, shoot yer fucking load inside.

Christ, I’m cumming, shit I’ve still a fucking great load in me balls Yeeees fuck man , shitttt! And Boi gushed a wad of cum inside Wayne’s Hi viz and Boi could feel it running all the way down his leg, loads of good white cum.

He sat back exhausted still oozing Wayne’s cum from his mouth

Zipping himself up Wayne said

‘Right Boi its time you got your hands dirty and came out to do an afternoon’s work in your Hi Viz. I’ll watch you with me mug of tea. Then it’s off to the barbers for you and a full razor job. I want that head of yours gleaming. After that the Tat shop to get your fist tattoo and I’ll choose what it is. Like the idea of a swastika on yer neck. Have you looking like a real skin. We’ll pick up a few can of beers with your money and then home to get you into some good skin gear of mine before we hit the pubs. Seeing you get into my skin gear will make me so fucking horny that you can expect a right good fucking before we go out. It what you wanna be mate, a fucking Hi Viz Skin. My bitch. If yer lucky I may share you around with some of the blokes

‘Sounds fucking great, master’

‘That’s my J-boi’

To be continued?

I did not look around as I got on the tube and sat down taking out my book to read. The tube was quiet at the time of day and no one seemed to be sitting near me which was fine by me. At the next stop I was aware someone had come on and sat down opposite.. I raised my eyes to check and saw a hulk of a guy in black shirt and a suit that seemed moulded to his body. Has to be a security guard or a bouncer I thought. He had a shaved head and gleaming scalp with a pencil moustache. Christ he looked hot. I have always been turned on by muscle guys especially big ones like him in front of me. It was impossible not to keep casting a glance over my book and the more I peeped the more I felt my cock stirring. Shit I bet I have a tiny pecker in comparison to him I thought. It did not stop my dick inching down my pants.

Suddenly he opened his beefy legs and moved down his seat slightly so I could see straight into his crotch. Fuck his cock was tight against his legs, obviously commando with a thick outline and massive cut head. He smiled at me and as he did so his hulking arm moved across so his hand could stroke his dick just a gentle rub up and down..

With that we came to the next station and he stood up and came over, towering above me and staring into my eyes.

Follow me, he grunted, but make sure you stay behind me.

I felt I had no choice but to get up and go even if had another two stations to go. It was a command and I felt almost hypnotised. I walked along the platform  behind trying to keep up as he strode, his legs so full of muscle his thighs were rubbing against each other. His suit jacket was tight with the back vent slit to show off a good sized arse which swung with confidence as he walked. His shoulders seemed massive but the waist was small filling out again at his arse. He knew he looked good.. I kept at a distance has he had commanded  and followed along the road until he turned into a small side street. I ambled at the corner until I saw him enter a house several doors up. 

Shit what happens now. He did not look round at me so I thought I would stroll past and see if there was any reaction. The front door had been left ajar but I passed up to the end of the street and turned to come back again. The door was still open so swallowing hard I went in and shut the door behind me making a noise so he would know I was in the building. It was clearly a small block of flats and both ground floor doors were closed. I walked up a flight and could see that one of the two doors on the first floor was open.

What if he is out to rob me and smash me up, What if there are others there. What if…?

As if I was waiting for the sign, a deep voice spoke out, Well are you coming in or what.

I entered and shut the door behind me and walked into the living room. He had taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt down to almost his navel. His pecs were almost busting out the shirt and his nipples were large and firm against the black silk shirt. He was spread out on a large black leather chair lighting up a spliff.

So man, you like big cock?

Er, yes I do

And you liked what you saw when you were staring  at my big thick dick?

Yes,

Christ your eyes were almost down my pants. Did you get a knob on?

I felt so bloody weak I just nodded.

Think mate you need to drag on this spliff and loosen up a bit.

I don’t do that I’m afraid.

Shut the fuck up and take a drag. You will love it and besides you’ll soon be smoking them all the time.

What did he mean by that but fearing his threatening remark I took the spliff and held it the way he did and look the first drag.

I immediately coughed and watched him smile but within seconds I would feel more relaxed and felt a sensation through my body.

So is it just big cock you like?

No sir, I like everything , the body, the hair, the lips the confidence.

Good that’s what I wanted to hear.

Now take a second puff and tell me something. If you were big like me what would you want to look like?

I inhaled again and felt I wanted to tell this stranger what my fantasies were.

You are pretty much it.  I said. Big, muscular, well defined with shaved head and good bushy black beard. Good large lips for sucking dick and a real bubble butt. Also hairy. Sorry nothing against you but good curly body hair. Oh of course last but not least a good thick at top tapering long prick.

Shit man you certainly have a good picture. Bet you always have a good wank as you fantasize. Yeah,  is all you want. Eh?

Yes I would love it but it is only a dream.

Right man, get your clothes off and throw them into that corner as you wont be needing them. Let me see that twinky body for the last time.

God what did he mean ‘the last time’ Yet with the two drags I couldn’t care. It all felt right.

As I took everything off and chucked it into the corner I could see my pecker was already erect after all this talk but it may not have measured up to his but not bad for a guy my size.

In the meantime he had taken his shirt off then his pants sitting there naked with his mighty torso, pecs large showing a cleavage and real stand out tits. But that cock of his when released bounced up and hit his flat stomach.  It was a good 10” and ramrod straight same thickness at base as his head. A beautiful thick monster.

Take another drag and get over here.

By now I was desperate for a fuck, my body yearning for his prick up my arse but looking at it bouncing fully erect I was not sure how a monster like that could squeeze up my hole.

Don’t look worried. Take along puff and you will ready. Now put this around your eyes.

He lifted a bandana and handed it to me and fuck did I care I put it around my face and tied it tight unable to see anything.

I then felt his hand drag my arm so I was nearer to him. I could smell his body, the sweat and musk. He was a real man and in spite of the blindfold I knew I was in the right place.

I heard the slurp of some liquid and then a meaty finger was at my arse, wet with lube slowing moving itself in. I groaned.

Shut it man there’s more than a finger going up there.

A second finger moved into position widening my hole and another long drag loosened me up to receive it. The lube made it easier plus all the puffs. With his hands around my waist I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. At first it felt as if my arse would split but I wanted that cock right up to the hilt. Once it past the first couple of inches the thickness was inside me and I lowered my self down his shaft until I felt it the whole way in. Christ what a dick. It is what I had always dreamt about and now this hulk had his prick deep inside me

That’s it man, you’re riding me like a pro. My dick fits perfectly into that ass of yours. Now take a final drag on this spliff so that you can really move that ass up and down and shout back when I ask you questions. Ya hear me.

Yes sir,

Good man cause you’re about to be real man.

That’s it boy start moving up and down my rod more quickly

What dya like boy?

Big cock sir,

Say it louder

Big cock sir

The spliff hit in. I wanted his meaty dick to cum inside me, I started moving up and down with speed his precum greasing my arse. It felt fucking fantastic

What d’ya want to be?

I want to be big and muscle

That’s it boy, say it again

I wanna be big and muscle

By now I was humping on his dick and I could feel his body arching up into my arse.  His dick was pulsating inside me and I knew he was almost ready.

Shit man, I m about to cum and you’re getting all my juice. Don’t you cum do ya hear me. Not yet

My cock was aching to spurt as it bounced up and down hitting my chest. It had never been as hard, but I knew I had to obey.

Fuck I’m nearly there. One more time , what do you wanna be.

Fucking big  I shrieked tossing my head back as I forced my arse right down his shaft.

Fuuuuck he shouted

And with that his cock exploded with cum inside me. Spurt after spurt. Christ what did he have in those balls of his.

I felt his spunk invade me but it was not just my arse.

What’s happening?

You can feel my seed moving through your body he said trying to get his breath back.

God what’s going on?

My body felt on fire and a warm tingling sensation I had never had started moving though me but it felt good. It started with my feet which though flat on the floor felt bigger and more rigid and as the wave swept up me it was as though someone was blowing up my legs, pumping them but not with air. My calves and thighs  bulked out but I could feel tense muscle and my legs felt heavy but they were longer and I had to adjust the way I was sitting on his lap.. As I did so my arse expanded and spread wider. It was solid and felt like a real bubble butt.

Next I could feel my upper torso enlarge and it felt like muscle after muscle was being piled on. I felt huge, my pecs suddenly started to protrude giving me a real cleavage large tight pecs and even with my bandana still on I could feel my tits getting larger and juicier. My shoulders seemed to erupt outwards and my arms felt like great slabs of meat, my upper arms seemed huge and bursting

He stood and walked me over to the full length mirror that was behind me. 

Time to get that bandana off, bro, so you can get a good look at yourself

He untied and let it fall away.

Fucking hell. Who was that in the mirror. It couldn’t be me, a small twinky white boy. Staring at me was big muscle guy, 6’ 4”. He had been working at weights for years judging by the body. The only thing that was small and that means smallish was his waist. His upper body was massive with a larger than life 6 pack, great tits with big nipples. Thick black curly hair spread up from his belly button across his chest and over his tits. His legs and thighs looked like a body builder and in between was a huge cock really thick at the top tapering nicely to a cut head, at least 10” long. He had a big head with thick neck, bright shaved head and a good thick beard but shaved across the lips, and what juicy lips. Dark brown penetrating eyes and with white surrounds. 

Who is this guy. I moved my hand upwards and the reflection did the same. I looked down at myself and shit it was me. I was no longer that twinky white boy. I was the man I had described, a body builder of a real man.

Fuck man that is some bod you got there and that juicy arse needs a good fuck. Next time mate you will hardly feel my big dick slipping up.

He stood behind me as I was admiring what I’d always wanted to be, massaging his cock his hand sliding up and down his full length till he was again erect and solid

Only one thing left mate. You look big but you ain’t a real man  not with that voice of yours and your mind.. We need to complete the change don’t we? Plus we only fuck with  men like me  ,eh? We’re the best. No one how to really fuck like us.

I did not know what he meant but I just wanted to stare at myself and seeing my thick long cock arching I needed to cum and spray my juice everywhere.

Lets get started he said.

I heard him spit on his prick and then his hands started pulling apart my cheeks. What a shelf of a butt I had. Little by little he inched in but this time there was no pain. His cock took over my arse and I felt it right up to the hilt, his strong thighs rubbing against me

You are right this is even better, I said groaning as he started moving in and out.

His hands came round my chest and I could see his massive hands start rubbing my pecs back and forth, up and down. Squeezing them across my cleavage.

Fucking great pecs man as he looked over my shoulder. You luv’in that judging by your dick.

Why don’t you start on my tits, I begged

He started on my left tit massaging it with his hand and then taking two fingers giving a gentle rub. I could feel my whole body reacting, tingling and tensing with pleasure. He started on the other tit and the without warning took both tits together but using just two fingers he squeezed and pinched. I could see his hands pulling and as he pulled so he pushed his cock further into my arese, getting off on what he was doing.

Shit man you jus luv that.

Squeeze them more.

As he did so I felt a pain but it was one of pain and pleasure making me move my arse more and more into his groin, lifting my head back and arching my body.

Its time man. I want you to start on that massive dick of yours wanking, start slow and work yourself up as I get on with your tits. I want to see that cum of yours all over the mirror, great wads of it cum from those massive hanging balls of yours. But do not cum until I tell you and when I tell you to shout

I’m a fucking muscle man, got it? We are cumin together, I shoot my load up that arse of yours and you spurt all you want. This is it Jed, time for the final change what you have always dreamed of.

I’m not Jed I said.

You fucking well will be and proud of it man. A real muscle bro.

I was so horny I could not reply as all I wanted was to shoot my load and see what my massive dick and well hung balls would produce.

My hand slid up and down my cock the more he kneeded my tits and the more I pushed hard against him feeling his cock right up to the hilt. Seeing me looking like a muscle man was the horniest ever. Here I was his bitch but looking a full muscle bound massive cock  man Was it a dream? It could only be so but I felt the pain on my tits, I felt his arms around me, I sure as hell felt his cock inside me and that reflection of me in the mirror with my dick straining to come was no dream.

Shit I wanna come, are you ready.

Yeh Im just about there, so remember when I say Now you know what to say.

Sure how can I forget

Fuck man I’m ready to shoot my spunk all the way up you. Christ its ready Now!

With that I arched my body backwards ,looking straight at the mirror and yelled

I wanna be a fucking muscle man.

Suddenly my cock erupted as it lunged forwards shooting wave after wave of hot steamy spunk against the mirror. Bloody hell how could I have that much spunk in those big balls. At the same time  my arse seemed glued to his cock so I felt not just his cum enter my bum but it was like an electrical charge that entered as well and roared up my spine and into my head. I felt numb, and dizzy unable to think and feeling overwhelmed by a force so strong. I shook my head to try and clear the blurred energy making my head spin. I could vaguely hear him saying

Its OK Jed give it another minute. Don’t fight it bro it’s the new you, what you wanted, a new life ahead, a better life.

Slowly the fog cleared and I looked at my spunk running down the mirror and then I looked at myself, a big built man.

Of course I am fucking Jed, who the hell else can I be.

Hey bro, that was fucking fantastic ‘ I said in a deep northern accent.. My balls feel much better havin shot that load I tell ya Sol you sure know how to fuck.

I’d better have a shower man so you can take me to see yer boss for a job. With my body you wont get any better as a bouncer.

Ok ,Jed, get showered and I will look out some clothes for you. Fuck man you are jis great. Couldn’t get a better bitch than you

I came out the shower and looked at myself.

Shit man what a bod, what a dick. Fuckin great you big muscle god.

Sol had looked out some clothes, white T shirt in lycra, black trainers, white socks and black joggers

The white T shrt was like a second skin and showed every muscle, especially my big tits poking out and my muscles exploding from the sleeve edge.

No jock for you Jed, let that cock of your hang down.Be proud of that massive dick

It ain’t just hanging down bro, but sticking out. No man can miss this. You could see the outline as it pressed against the material showing its monster of a cut head.

Don’t touch that man or else you’ll see a fucking great tent, I told Sol

I put on two thick gold chains, combed my bear and was ready.

Sol had his suit on

Once you get through the interview you will get the same gear bro.

Walking along the road, many turned to look at us. Two muscle  bears, fucking good looking and I knew my cock was on view for them all to take in.

When we got to the club Sol, said 

I know you’ll be great man with the interview, just do what he asks and its yours.

I knocked on the door and a deep voice from within boomed

Come in.

Sitting behind a desk was a massive  guy, shaved head bulldog neck and muscles that his top could scarcely hold.

I’m Jed, sir

He stood up and walked round towards me. Christ he must have been 6”6” , black tight top and faded jeans and yea, my eyes caught sight of a fucking bulge down the side and the jeans were worn to make it more obvious.

Hi man

He put out his arm and his hand grabbed mine. Shit what power in those hands. As he lowered his arm I suddenly felt the back of his hand brush against my cock. 

It tingled as the man was raw sex

He sat on a chair facing me with his legs apart giving me full view of his bulging crotch.

So you know Sol

Yes, Sir

You know him well?

Yes sir,

Would you say you were real good mates

Yes, Sir

I can see why  he winked.

Big guy Sol

Yes Sir,

He’s got it down there he said glancing at his dick

Bet ya he knows how to give it

I just looked at him but my cock was hardening and I knew that soon it would be clear to him what was going on.

So you want to work here.

Yes Sir,

I only want muscle guys like me, bro and must have great bods

Yes Sir

So why don’t you take off that top and let me see your upper bod

I quickly took it off facing him. His eyes moved all over me and when his eyes moved down to my hardening bulge, his hand started slowing massaging his dick. He took his hand away for a second so I could see it inching down his jeans A fucking monster and so fucking sexy.

Right, now Jed turn side ways and let me se your profile.

That’s some shelf of an arse there man. Shit bro it looks like that cock of yours is beginning to twitch, seems a lot further out than when you came in. Starting to feel horny

I swallowed and said

I’m afraid so. You know what its like with us horny guys

Don’t be afraid boy that some tent you got there with the pole getting bigger and bigger. Looks as if your cock is even bigger than Sol. Come over here and stand right in front of me.

I stood in front with my erection now so obvious my dick sticking straight on my my joggers.

We need to do something about this, don’t we, he winked

Guess so.

So let me release that monster man

He brought his hands to each side of my joggers and yanked down, my cock sprang out to full length with some precum at the tip.

Now that’s what I call a real beauty of a prick Jed. Jus how I like my boys. I think you need my lips round that and down my throat. Let me get my hands on that fucking shelf of a bum you have there.

His hands moved round to my arse and pulled me in to him, his tongue riming the head of my cock.

His thick lips parted and gently he started to suck my head , back and forward with plenty of spit. As his mouth moved down the shaft I felt a thick finger rimming my arse and gently prodding. He didn’t gag given the thickness of my dick. He had obviously done plenty of cock sucking. I could feel his mouth moving down the shaft as another finger entered my bum, pushing me nearer to his face and wanting to be fully face fucked. If he wanted to give me a blow job then he could have it all. I moved in so he had to take the full length and put my hands on his head forcing his head the entire way down. He was able to take it . With his fingers moving about in my arse and me pulling his head so he became more worked up and I kept forcing my cock in and out and watching his spit dripping on to the floor. Shit this guy knows how to suck Looking down on his muscled broad shoulders and seeing his gleaming head move up and down my cock was such a fucking turn on.

I can’t keep this up man, your fucking working me up to cumin. 

He didn’t stop and face fucked even quicker his mouth now sliding in and out of  his throat

Shit I cumin, get ready boss I got so much fucking spunk cumin Christ, arghhhhh

With that he kept his mouth full around my cock as I shot load after load down his throat. He gobbled it as if he couldn’t get enough.

Fuck boss you sure love cum

As I pulled out he wiped his mouth.

Well boy those balls of yours sure hold plenty of juice. One of the best cocks I have tasted and it wont be the last time. You’ve got the job.

As he sat back I could see his cock had worked its way down his jeans showing a bloody large truncheon of a dick with the precum oozing out of his jeans. His hand went down to ease his prick which needed to get out.

Fuck boss that is some cock you have there. I think its time to pay back. I hope you have plenty of cum there for my throat.

I got down on my knees and unfastened his jean buttons.

Sorry Boss but you’ll need to raise yerself so I can get yer jeans down to get to that monster of yours.

I told you boy  weve all got big dicks, It goes with the job.

As I eased down his jeans  his cock flipped up the head gleaming with precum.

Let’s see how you get on with my dick, man

Just looking at that thick black did was enough for me to gobble. Thank God for my thick lips and big mouth. I started to slurp over the head and lick his precum. Fucking great. I ain’t going to get all this down my throat I thought, so as I lowered my mouth down his pulsating shaft so I took my hand to the base and started massaging at the same time.

That’s it bro do both, hand and mouth, I fucking love it seeing that shaved head of yours working and I can sure feel that beard of yours on my prick.

Christ I wanted to see him cum, a cock that size had to have plenty. The more my hand worked the base of his shaft the more I moved my mouth up and down.. I could sense him tensing he was nearing cumin.

Yea fuck man I’m ready to cum. When I say now take your mouth away and let me shoot.

Now.

With that order I kept my hand firmly on his dick and took my mouth off

Fuuuuck! Yeah.

Shit did he shoot, wad after wad shooting across the floor, thick creamy cum. His balls must have been full with the spray.

Well you sure as hell have the job now Jed. This ain’t going to be the last time and if Sol is Ok I’d like to try that bubble butt of your another time.

I’m up for that man, just make sure you use some lube with that massive dick of yours. 

You’ll get on with all the guys. They’ll love some fun with you. So go out and see Sol and he can take you to get your kit. Make sure its tight. I wanna see that bod of yours bulging, make sure you are commando so I can see that dick.

Sure Boss just got to make sure my dick doesn’t get too hard.

What a fucking great life. A beaut of a body, a great fucker with Sol, a Boss who has a dick to dream off. What more?

HI VIZ TRANSFORMATION COME TRUE

I was later going home than usual. Normally I liked to stand at the bus stop and look at all the construction guys across the road in their HiViz gear, most of them always looking dirty and sweaty and it was the Boss who always got most looks from me. He was a good 6ft. broad in early 40s, shaved head and a good thick 5o’clock shadow. If I looked carefully he had big thick hands with dirty nails and hairy and always had on full HiViz kit, usually messy. What got my cock always going was that he had a habit of scratching his balls through the gear. The idea that his heavy sweaty cock and balls needed action always made my dick harden  inching down my legs and how I wanted to see his thick prick and get my mouth around that sweaty piss stained dick.

This day the lads had all left and the Boss was on his own getting ready to lock up the Portakabin. I suddenly realised he knew I was watching him from across the road as he smiled and with one hand waved for me to go over to him and with his gloved hand again he scratched his dick. God was I that obvious staring at him. Shit I looked down at my trousers and had forgotten to put my case in front of me. I only have a standard 6incher but in my boxers and loose chinos he had made feel so horny watching him scratch his balls. My cock had swelled up and was tenting so bloody obviously that he could have easily seen. I wanted to catch the next bus so I could meet up with a couple of mates for a drink but he had never noticed me before but that smile  and beckoning it was like a magnet. I walked over the road trying to be nonchalant and hoping my erection would subside but the nearer I got to him the more it stayed fully erect so I put my case in front and just hoped

‘You standing all by yourself for that bus you missed’, he asked ‘ you normally always get the earlier one’

Er, um yes but I got held up at the office’ I replied

‘Thank god I have no fucking office job, much better on the tools’

‘I see the other guys have left for the day’

‘Bit bloody obvious mate, aint it?’ So what’s yer name?

I’m Paul. Sounding a complete jerk

‘I’m Boss, you got that?” he replied in a mildly aggressive way

‘We all sees you every day staring across at us. The boys all ask and say it’s a pity yer such a fairy’

I felt so embarrassed and could not reply and just blushed.

‘Don’t worry Paul I know how yer looking at most of the time and it aint the other lads. Right?”

I stuttered ‘What do you mean?’

‘Look mate, Its me youre staring at and I know you love it when I scratch me balls. I  fact I do it more when you are there knowing how it turns you on. Youre wondering what my big cock is like.’

With that he yanked away by briefcase.

What I tell ye. Fucking hard on there Paul.Not a bad size but we can do a lot better. So yous like a workie? No probs with that as we are all horny blokes. Tell me you get off on HiViz gear? Does ity give you a real knob on watching us? Bet you cant wait to get home and have a good wank.

I couldn’t reply.

Tell you what mate why don’t you come into the Portakabin and try on some gear. Its just the two of us.

I must get my bus I stuttered.

Too late for that Paul as he nodded behind me. 

Oh Shit the bus had just gone because there was no one at the stop.

So there’s no rush and no excuse. 

As he opened the door to the Portakabin he grabbed my arm and pushed me through. 

I thought at first I was going to puke. The smell of sweat, dirt, cheesy socks was overpowering. I tried not to breathe but the more I tried not to the more I wanted to smell. I wanted to inhale what these men were like. It was so rancid but I kept on heavy breathing and feeling dizzy with it all. 

Its some smell Paul but you get used to it and in no time it will be what you want most. You will want to smell as strong as this. Breathe it in. So sit down on the bench in amongst all those HiViz jackets and look around.

I sank on to the bench not knowing whether to bolt, inhale more strongly or savour all the HiViz gear hanging around me. God knows why but I felt happy, I was glad I had come over to see the Boss, happy he had seen my boner  and even happier I had missed that bus.

 So if yer want to be a workie what would you want to look like. Bet you get off thinking what you could be like, so go on tell me.

I stuttered Well not sure.

Not sure I fuckin know that you have a picture so bloody well tell me.

Em, well a good 6foot tall, done weights so good muscle, a six pack, hairy body, shaved head but heavy few days growth on the face, a good sized butt, some tats on my arm, thick workie hands and a good sized thick long prick.

Fuckin hell man you sure know what you want. I fuckiin love it and just hearing I’m get a knob on. Well we need to see what can be done.

The Boss threw me a plastic bag and said

Get yer kit off and throw it into the bag. You wont be needing it. 

Standing there in front of him I wanted to tell him to fuck off and I’d go and get my bus home and get the hell out of the place but I was getting off on the strong rancid smell of sweat and dirt that I wanted to stay and do as he instructed me. He then threw a pile of clothing at me and I could see the dirty HiViz kit. 

“Once you have stripped off you get can into that. Its what you really want mate, its what you have been looking at all these weeks and no doubt wanking yerself off at the thought of being in all that HiViz gear. Now you can be one of us workies and you won’t want anything anything else. Trust me.

I was standing there in my boxers ready to put on the gear when the Boss barked , 

“get those fucking boxers off. We tradies don’t wear no boxers, these are for poofs like you. And don’t worry I’m not into young boys like you anyway. So get them off and lets see your dick.” 

I did as told and put them into the bag with all my other clothes which he grabbed and threw into the corner. 

“A decent cock you got there mate but too fucking clean and anyway you’re going to be much happier with your new look and the thick shaft. I like me men with big dicks. So lets get started, its time to see the new you. First look at that pissed stain jockstrap. Yep its yours and you aint washed it for weeks. Look at the fucking colour, you can almost see how hard it is and its full of cum shots nicely hardened. You know what you need to do . I did’nt need to ask. The smell of piss and cum made me feel giddy and whether I wanted or not I knew I had to chew at the jock and take in all the flavour of piss and cum, smearing it across my face. Sucking the jock I could swallow that rank piss and the older it was the better. Rubbing it all over my face it was what I wanted most to feel, my whole face smelt of piss and cum. Better than any fucking aftershave. Christ why was I thinking like this and swearing. But all I knew was my face stank of piss and dried cum and I loved it. 

You’ve done enough smelling boy, time to put on the jock. I pulled it on wondering how my cock  could fill up a jock that was a bigger size than I would wear. My cock started to itch as the jock rubbed against it and I needed to scratch my balls and cock. 

Yeh boy now feel your cock, what did I tell ye.’ The boss said as he rubbed his own dick, pulling it up in his HiViz gear so I could see the long thick line of his boner 

“Shit my balls felt heavier and I could see a much longer outline of my cock. Jesus it looked thick and really meaty. I wanted to take it out and look but the Boss stopped me and said ‘not yet Joe’

 Joe? That wasn’t my name so why call me that but still feeling hazy from all those smells I just accepted. 

‘Now put on that sweat shirt’. 

I lifted that top which had once been black but was now a dirty grey and it was covered in dried mud and oil stains. I could see where someone had smeared their hands over it. And I could smell the BO as if no one had bothered to wash it. But it looked far to big. 

I said ‘Boss this is too big for me.’ 

‘Don’t worry Joe I know what I’ve chosen. Just put it on and you will see it fits.’ 

I pulled it over my head smelling the sweat and BO and god it felt great. As I pulled it down it seemed exactly the right size as if I had filled out into it. I felt as if suddenly my whole torso was bigger, beefier and I could see my arms with muscles through the fabric. 

The boss said, ‘Well Joe, you’ve a bit of a beer belly there, too many pints and ciggies.’ 

I didn’t ever have a beer belly so I looked down and sure enough I had one and Christ  a definite belly was pushing against the sweatshirt. I was confused but even rubbed my hand over the belly and as I did so, I noticed my hands had changed. Gone were the fine hands and nails and I was looking at big thick hands engrained with dirt and nails that needed a good scrub. They were workie hands and the backs were hairy, black and hairy – what I had always wanted.

‘Now get the HiViz trousers on.’ 

They were yellow Hi Viz but so dirty and stained you could hardly tell and they stank of oil and dirt. As I stepped into them I saw that the bum seam had been ripped but all I wanted was to get them on. As I pulled up and felt the material rub against my jock strap so my cock started to swell. My balls felt heavy with spunk and my cock nice and thick. I put my hand down and gave a good crotch rub just like the Boss was also doing . 

‘That’s it joe, getting the hang of it. We workies like being dirty horny slobs.Now get the socks and rigger boots on’

‘But Boss they look a size 12 and I’m an 8’.

‘What did I fucking tell you, I chose them for you as I know they’ll fit so get a bloody move on as I want to see the real you. ‘

I took out the socks and they were rank, dirty cheesy with holes in them and grey and not white. But that smell made my head spin and the more I took in the stench the more I wanted to sniff and not from a distance. I wanted to choke on the smell and inhale it till I did choke. 

‘Go on Joe rub it over yer fuckin face. Its what you want.’

Christ why does he keep calling me Joe? But he was right it was what I wanted most. I stuffed the socks into my mouth and rubbed them over my face which already had the odour of piss and cum.

‘Fuckin great’ I yelled. Shit why am I saying that and it didn’t sound like my voice, it was  much deeper and coarser.

As I rubbed them over my face I was suddenly aware how rough my face felt. I was clean shaven and hardly had to shave but now my face felt different. I put my hand over my face and realised I had a 5 day strong growth and over my mouth a thick moustache that curled down the sides of my mouth. Fucking bushy. Shit where was my hair? As my hands moved up to my hair I had none but a smooth shiny shaven head. I had always fancied being a skinhead but why now. What was going on? That smell hit me again and I couldn’t care. All I knew that my new big cock was hard and it felt great. I put on the size 12 rigger boots, caked in mud and the steel toe cap showing thro. My feet fitted perfectly. Why did I now have such big feet. They felt so much better than any fashion shoe and made me stocky.

‘Now the jacket and then the gloves Joe.’ The Boss was sitting staring at me and that hand of his was rubbing his dick, not just a quick grope but a deep squeeze and I could see his rigid tool under his HiViz. Shit is was huge.

I put on the jacket and the gloves and suddenly I knew this is how I wanted to be. I felt a real man, a slob, dirty, a real workie.

‘Time to see yerself’ the Boss said. As he stood up I could see his cock tenting in his gear, his hand stroking his throbbing dick. 

‘Stand in front of this mirror. ’He put me in front of a full height mirror. Christ, that’s not me

I wasn’t looking at a reflection of me but a totally different person. It was not  the 5’9” skinny 21 year old, clean shaven and preppy boy. It was a 6’2” man, a real man, dirty, shaved head with a bushy black moustache, broad chest with a slight beer belly in full HiVz kit. With black chest hair sprouting out of the top of the sweatshirt

‘Fucking hell, shit man, what the fuck’ – why was I speaking like this – ‘Jesus, Fuckin great no boy no more, but a dirty rigger workie bugger.’ My cock was rigid and aching to get out and into my hand. God I wanted to wank and right in front of the mirror. 

‘I know what you want Joe but not yet. Its my turn first, right, Im Boss.’ I turned to see the Boss flip out his stiff dick and what a dick, thick the whole way down and he was pulling his foreskin up to show me a huge gleaming helmet head.

‘You need to get down on yer knees and get this down your throat, all the way. It took only a couple of seconds for me to drop to my knees. I wanted that dick in my mouth. I smelt it before I opened my mouth. Cheesy and with dried cum. I wished all cocks were that like. I started to lick his helmet spewing my spit over the head holding the shaft in my gloved hand.

‘I want it all the way down not just the top and get on wi it.’ Christ it was thick but as I started to breathe properly so my mouth opened wider and the cock started to slip further and further down my throat. The Boss put his big meaty hands around my head and pulled me tight in and then started easing himself out and in and each time so I gobbed more spit over the shaft.

‘You’re a great sucker Joe and later you can give me the full blow job but for now we need to complete yer transformation. Get back in front of the mirror and get yer prick out. Judging by the bulge you’ve got there it time you that cock of yours in yer hand. I unzipped and my cock was so stiff I could hardly get it out of my flies. Shit what a monster. I never had a cock like that but Christ it was the cock of my dreams. A good 9 incher and bloody thick at the top tapering to a juicy head. The veins showed clearly such was the boner I had. 

‘Wrap your gloved hand around it and start stroking but only slowly . you’ll only cum when I tell you’

The Boss moved behind me with his dick still out covered in my spit. I suddenly felt a hand coming through that gap in the seams and could feel his fingers rubbing my bare arse. Inching my cheeks apart , slowly let a finger move up my hole turning it and widening the arsehole and then a second finger. God I loved it and started moving my arse around but it was hairy, really hairy. ‘Fucking good hairy arse there.’

The Boss then let a huge gob of spit onto his cock, rubbed it in and then his shaft started moving through my gear to my open arse. 

‘Take it gently, it may hurt a moment but Ill soon have you roasted.’ As his head bust through I moaned but more from pleasure than pain and I inched my arse back so his shaft slipped further and further up.

‘Were going to come together Joe and when you feel my cum spurt up that arse of yours you will be Joe, the dirty tradie you always dreamed off . Every time I saw you looking across the road at me I knew you went home and wanked thinking of me fucking you and you wanting to be in full HiViz gear. I know you wanted to look like this and now you are , one of my boys, a right common workie who wants nothing more than ciggies, a few beers and a good fuck with the men. You’ll feel my cum spread through your body and you will be Joe, at last.

‘Too fucking right’ I said. I wanted to be Joe. I wanted nothing else and now I had my dream of the boss’s cock right up my arse.

He put his arms around my front and under my sweat shirt lifting it so I could see my chest.

I’m a fucking bear, my chest was covered with a thick black mat and the higher he lifted my top the hairier I was. 

‘Lets feel those tits. Nice pecs Joe and big juicy tits. You want me to play with them?’

‘Yes Boss. Tweak them really hard, its what turns us men on’

He start massaging my tits and the more he tweaked them the more I moved my arse up and down the full length of his cock.

‘You love that, tits being done and my big dirty cock up ye. Now start wanking and get that oily glove up and down smearing you cock with the dirt and oil’

I grasped my dick and started pumping, my balls were heavy and swinging under my dick as I pushed in and out of his cock.

‘I’m almost ready to cum.’

‘When I m ready’

‘Oh fuck Boss I can feel your dick ready to explode. Fill me with your spunk. I’m ready I’m Joe .’

‘Shit Joe you’re a fucking great shag, this is the first of many with that hairy arse of yours. I’m almost ready . Im cumin, Joe shoot yer load over the mirror and let me see. Oh Christ I’m cummin I’m bloody burstin. Ooooh and with that I shot like a fucking fountain over the mirror and the Boss gave one final jerk and it was like a bloody torrent up my arse . 

‘That’s it man, my spunk is going right through you, feel it, you’re no longer that little toff, you’re now Joe, my horny tradie, one of the lads. A fucking mate.

I looked at my still erect thick juicy prick oozing out its last drops of cum, my sweater was still high on my hairy chest, I was licking the spit off my moustache. At last I was fucking Joe, a fucking workie in HiViz. This is the life for me mate. Me Boss , me mates and all of us as horny as fuck screwing one another each day.

‘Ok Joe,’ the Boss said as he stuffed his spunky cock back in his gear  Time to lock up and get back to the boys.

‘Sure Boss, I’ll put this plastic bag of clothes in the bin on the way out. Christ knows how they ended up here with all us dirty geezers. Ill tell you this Boss tonight when we get back its time it was my prick up yer arse. Shit don’t know about you but I need a fag, got one Boss?’

‘Sure Joe’ as he lit one and handed it over. Lets lock up and get out of here and pick up a few cans for the boys on the way. Like you I’m still horny and want a some action when we get back to them. You get first pick Joe.

WORKIE SKIN

I decided it was time to dress for work the way I wanted. I had been there 3 weeks now and had behaved myself wearing only 11hole DMs, khaki fatiques, and a checked shirt. They all bloody well knew I was a skin so why not dress like one. Anyway it would wind my manager up if nothing else. So I put on my 21 hole Rangers with white laces, my bleachers ( but making sure I wore a jockstrap to hold in my cock), red braces and a black Fred perry. Much better I thought , this is me.

On the way to the factory, I stopped off for a piss. There was a youngish bloke just finishing off. Even with a jockstrap I had to put my hand well down my bleachers to pull out my cock. It was thick and heavy, ready for a good long piss. The bloke looked and I could see him starting to stroke his cock.

What are you fucking looking at you ponce. Never seen a big cock before. Fucking getting you horny aint it. Like to see a skin piss do you.

And with that I turned my knob and let him have it. The piss came out so quick that the bloke didn’t stand a chance to move away.  With my cock aiming straight at him, I sprayed him from his waist down, my piss running down his trousers, over his shoes, his whole crotch steaming with pee.

Don’t fucking mess with a skin you fucking ponce. You want to see fucking pee, so take this, take all my fucking piss down your front.

Christ what are you doing, I’ve got to go to work.

Well you can fucking well tell that a skin has pissed all over cause your were looking at his big dick. Serves you bloody right you little queer boy.

And with that I stuffed my cock back into my bleachers and as I went past him I puched his stomach and pushed him into the urinal. 

Have a fucking good day and don’t try that with me again or you’ll get more than just my piss.

I felt good after that. A bit of aggro always made me feel better, and ready for work.

I had gone along for an interview a few weeks ago and met the boss of the packaging company, Dave. He was a big bloke, thinning hair but cut very short almost skinhead. If I hadn’t been for an interview I might have tried it. We had a general chat and he asked if I dressed in skin gear most of the time. I said yeah, sure. He said it was fine by him but that I should tone it down for the other guys when coming to work and that he would not tolerate any aggro at work. If I understood that then I could start on Monday. The manager of the warehouse was a guy called Jason, who really fancied himself, in his designer gear and gelled hair, always going on about his wife and what a high flier she was. Did my head in. It was clear from the beginning that he didn’t like me, and anyway the feeling was mutual. A fucking wanker as far as I was concerned. He made a point of getting me to do all the dirty work, always trying to wind me up. I bit my lip and got on with it as the other guys were all OK. He would sometimes harp on about my skin gear, and ‘what the hell do I look like’. I would just reply and say ‘no worse than the expensive crap you’ve got on.’ Once or twice I would tell him to fuck off with a bit of menace and he would back down.

When I got into work with my bleachers, I saw Dave and he just smiled and shook his head as he passed by. Jason’s eyes were out on stalks. 

What the hell are you doing coming into work like that. This isn’t skin alley.

Look, Jas, as long I do my work you shouldn’t fucking well care, so get off my case.

I walked off feeling great in my gear and tough on him.

Throughout the day he got on my nerves saying everything I did was wrong. I was getting well and truly narked. Just before going off he came and said.

You have to work late tonight as your’e behind schedule and we have a rush job.

Shit man, I’m off with my mates, that’s why I dressed like this.

God knows what your mates look like, but if you want to keep your job you had better stay. Anyway I’m giving up an evening with my wife so you can bloody well give up your night.

To hell with your wife.

Well, are you staying.

Yeah but this hadnot better happen again.

Just remember who’s boss, me not you.. Now go and get on.

All the other blokes left leaving Jason and I. I was dammed if I wasn’t going to get him riled, so I went to the bog and took off my jock strap and set my cock well down the inside leg showing all the meat. That’ll annoy him.

As he came up to me I turned round so he could get the full picture and sure enough his eyes moved down to my bulge.

Christ you skin heads do you have to show your cock. It’s probably a bloody sock you’ve got down there.

No it aint, its all mine, it’s the real thing

God knows how you are allowed to go out looking like that, bloody perverted.

I don’t think you look any better.

Well maybe if you look around and see everyone else then you might see you are the freak, dressed like a bloody idiot.

That was it. I wasn’t being called an idiot in my skin gear. Nobody calls a skin that and gets away with it.

I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into me punching him full in the stomach, and as he buckled I grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back.

Do’t fucking talk to me like that got it. Apologise.

No, he spluttered, if you think you’ve got a job now forget it, I’ll make sure Dave fires you tomorrow.

I don’t care if it means sorting you out, you bloody waste of space. You don’t talk to skin like that and if you do you can only expect this.

I punched him again.

Right you can pay for your fucking insults by getting down and licking my Rangers. I want to see them shining with your spit. Get down on your knees and start working. Now.

Getting hold of his hair I forced him down and then rammed his head so his mouth was tight against the boots. Clean them shit face. Get some of your spit on them. More. That’s right now fucking well lick those caps.

He started licking and I could see his spit oozing out over the boot head. Watching him lick and having total control over him made my cock start to twitch. It felt good to have him at my feet and my cocked liked it too. I could feel it starting to inch down my leg.

I said fucking lick, that’s right get round the side. I had one foot on his head making sure if was kept firmly down, my arms folded. Stupid cunt. Icouldn’t give a toss if I was sacked.

I put my other foot on the floor and rammed it between his legs, causing him to wince and then brought my foot up into his crotch.

Christ you’ve got a bloody hard on. So much for your little wife, that’s a fucking stiff dick down there. You like this pussy boy.

With that I hauled him and put his face tight to mine, grabbing hold of his crotch.

Who’s got a fucking stiff, eh boy and not a bad one at that. Bet the wife likes that but she’s not getting it tonight. I pulled his cock an rubbed over his balls. A good bulge down there. Let’s take this on a stage I thought.

Up against his face I gobbed him covering his mouth with spit then taking his face forced his head back so he opened his mouth and stuck my tongue right down his throat, moving it, my lips pressed against his. With my hand still on his cock he started responding, swallowing my tongue, and thrusting his crotch into my fist.

You fucking bi guy, your’e fucking getting off on all this. That cock of yours is bloody rigid.

I’m not the only one, Jason replied, his hand grappling at the big bulge in my bleachers, Christ that’s one hell of a cock, it sure is your own, its bloody huge.

You fucking love a bit of gob, take this.

His tongue came out and started to lick up my spit and I put my hand over his face smearing it as much as I could.

Seeing you now know that  truncheon down my bleachers is all my big thick dick, then you’d better try it for size in that mouth of yours. Get back on your knees and open up my flies.

He got down and slowly started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was rock hard and straining down my leg.

Get your hand down there and pull it out.

I could feel his hand pushing its way trying to fee my dick which was now horizontal desperate to get out. He yanked it up and it sprang out to meet his face, precum on the end of the head.

Bloody hell I’ll choke on that.

Tough, you wanted to feel, you wanted to see it so now you can fucking well take down your throat and I want to feel it the whole way down the back.

I got hold of his chin and pulled it down to open his mouth.

Fucking take that as I pushed my dick in.

I could feel him gagging and the spit oozing out of his mouth but the more he gagged the more I wanted to face fuck him.

Get that down your fucking throat. Take my big dick.

What the hell is going on here!

I turned to see Dave standing in the doorway staring at us.

What the hell do you think you are doing in my office. Get that cock back in your jeans..now. Jason what do you think you are doing.

He forced me.. just cause I made some comments about his gear he’s forced me to do this. Good God I’m a married man, he made me do it.

Like…

That’s enough, roared Dave. Get yourselves tidied and be in my office in ten minutes. Right? 

I stuffed my cock back into my jeans but a wet appeared, a mix of precum and Jason’s spit. Jason started to grope his dick making his present big bulge less and moving his cock into the vertical position, as in the horizontal it fairly poked out.

That’s you sacked, he stuttered. You have’nt a leg to stand on. You’ll be out on your ears.

You’ve a fucking cheek, if dave was looking closely he’d see you weren’t exactly being forced. You loved having my dick in your mouth, and that cock of yours is hardly hating the action. Look at it fucking sticking out, like a bloody pogo stick. If I go then you’ll be on your way too.

Do you think he ‘s going to believe you looking like that.

Just because you’ve got wifey at home and don’t want her know that you love cock and skin cock at that, I ain’t going quietly.

We’ll see. Dave knows my worth and he knows you for what you are. He’s said ‘ that Mike is a proper skin, need to watch him’ So you’ve had it.

With that we came to Dave’s office and knocked at the door.

Come in, he yelled.

Even I was now worried as we opened the door and walked in.

Fuck me, I shouted.

Christ, gulped Jason.

Standing in front of his desk arms folded, Dave was in full skin gear kit. 21 hole brown DMs with the tops of white socks showing, mac1 green jacket, white Fred perry, red braces and a skin tight pair of bleachers with a bulge that made me look twice, a fucking great tube of dick stuffed down his front bursting to get out and clearly showing a bloody great cut head.

So Jason, you think you can insult a skin and get away with it?

What the hell are you dressed like that for. You were in your office kit a few minutes ago, Jason spluttered

Cause I’m a bloody skin also. Can’t you see and I thought from the way you were acting in the warehouse it might get you going even more.

Are you not going to sack Mike for forcing me to give him head. He was well out of order forcing me.

It didn’t look like that to me the way your mouth was right down his shaft. Looks to me as if you’ ve done this before.

Christ, I shouted, you look bloody fantastic. We’ll show Jas. No skin gets talked to like that.

Too right Mike said, so Jas I want you back on your knees now with Mike’s cock back in your mouth.

With that he grabbed Jason by the scruff of his neck and forced him to his knees in front of me. 

Get your flies open now, and let him have that cock.

Knowing what it felt like down his throat I wasted no time and besides it was ramrod stiff after seeing Dave in his kit especially with that whacking piece of meat down his legs.

Fucking suck my dick, Jas. I know you want it so shut up and get it down your throat.

Grabbing his head, I forced his mouth onto my cock.

Take some of my spit to help you, as I gobbed at his mouth , take that in and suck my dick. He started gagging as my cock inched down his throat but didn’t stop.

You like that boy don’t you. Fucking suck it, take the whole lot, you want to be face fucked don’t you. He was loving it working his spit on my knob his lips getting further up my shaft. You love big dick don’t you. Fucking suck it.

His hands went round my waist, clinging to me sucking and gobbing.

I looked over at Dave, what a fucking fantastic sight. His cock had inched down his leg and in spite of his tight bleachers was busting at the denim, his huge head at the end, his cock rock hard and his hand moving up and don the shaft.

Hey look at Dave, you see skins love seeing you guys getting stuffed. If you think I’ve a big dick you should see Dave’s. Jas turned and his eyes almost popped out his head looking at that huge prick still in his denim.

Keep on sucking.

No, that’s enough, Dave said. He had your dick as a warm up to open tthat throat. Now he can have a piece of real meat.

With that he unbuttoned his flies and thrusting his hand well down his jeans pulled out his mamouth tool.

Shit man, what a cock, that’ll shut you up Jas.

Mike you ain’t finished. Time you had his arse. I want to see him being fucked while sucking my cock. Right stand up Jason.

Jason did as told and Dave ripped open his flies pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, Jason’s cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

Not a bad dick, Jason, you obviously don’t mind this too much judging by that stiff you’ve got there, now bend over. You’ve had the chance to suck Mike’s dick is readiness for my lump of meat, so start getting this down your throat.

As he bent down so I put a finger into his arse. It shot in and I could feel his crack right moist, as he started to shove his arse back into my finger.

You fucking love this, Jas. That arse of yours has been fucked before, wife or no wife. A fucking crater you’ve got here. Just as well so it can take my cock.

Jason couldn’t reply as he had his mouth tight over Dave’s dick, sucking his gob running down his face as he got his mouth that fucking great tool.

I put in another two fingers and moved around in his arse and could feel him groaning.

Right boy time to get fucked. Smearing spit on my knob, I started to work my cock into the open crack slowly pushing it in and feeling Jason moving back against my shaft.

Fuck me, Jas, your’e really wanting this cock of mine , and then I rammed home feeling the moisture of his arse.

With my cock up his arse, I was now right in front of Dave, who was giving jas a real face fuck. He reached forward and grabbed me round my neck. Get this tongue down yer throat and he kissed hard our tongues stuffed down each others throat.

Right now Mike, start fucking I want to see that cock of your pushing in and out fucking him hard, while he sucks me off. Ain’t that right Jason.

With Dave watching and loving the sight of my cock up the arse, I started to fuck jas hard, pulling my cock almost out and then ramming it hime pushing my shaft right up to the hilt.. Seeing this skin in front of me being sucked off with his huge prick, was a real turn on, and knowing he loved seeing my cock up jason’s arse was even better.

Take this cock you fucking bi boy. You love my dick up that arse. Fucking take the lot. I had my hands round his waist thrusting my cock in and out.

Go on Mike really give it to him, that’s right fuck him hard. I want to see your cock the whole way in so he can feel the full fucking length. Fuck him, go on fuck him. Shit man , I’m coming, take all my fucking spunk into that mouth of yours. I want it right down the back of your throat. Christ I’m coming. Take my spunk. Yeah, yeah. 

And with that he shot wads of spunk into Jason, the spunk running down his chin even as he tried to swallow the lot, it just oozed out of his mouth.

Seeing dave having his orgasm was too much, Icould’t hold back any longer. Jesus I’m coming, shit, take this spunk up yer arse, fucking skin man’s spunk.

I came and could feel my spunk forcing its way right up his arse, loads of it.

Fucking take it.

Jason suddenly shouted, Christ I’m coming, I’m coming and his spunk jetted out across the floor

We all sat back exhausted. Dave spoke first.

Right Jason, we now you love cock, so less of the aggro with Mike or you know the consequences. Get dressed and get of home to your wife. I doubt if you’ll be shagging her tonight, you’ll be too busy thinking of Mike’s cock up that pretty arse of yours. Get going now and don’t say a thing.

Jason pulled up his trousers and did as told.

I haven’t finished with you, Mike. You stay behind

 As the door shut, Dave said. So you think its great being a skin. Your’e fucking right, but it’s time you felt what it’s like to be like the rest of us at least during the day. Get your fucking kit off now

But….

Shut it, do as your told.

I stripped off and stood in front of him naked.

Not a bad bod there,you look after yourself and that sure is some dick. Many a day since you started have I had to come in here and shut the door to have a wank after seeing that cock of yours stuffed down your fatiques. You may have thought you were hiding it but I could see the bulge quite clearly. And when you came in today I almost shot my load before getting back to the office. Nothing to beat a randy skin with a big dick. But its time you changed, at least for now. You can get into my work gear, it over there on the chair, put in on now.

I went over and saw his white boxers on top. Get these on first.

As I stepped into them I could feel they were still warm from his body and could see a small skid mark and nice sized pee stain. Thinking they were dave’s already made my cock start to stir. 

Now put on the shirt and trousers. They were a good fit and in a minute I had on the socks and shoes.

Looks fucking good, said Dave, but Christ are you always hard, look at that fucking bulge.

And as the trousers were quite loose, my prick stuffed down the inside leg you  with the full outline of the shaft and head causing a massive bulge.

Right, do a Jason, and get down and get that mouth of yours at my bulge. 

His cock was bursting in his bleachers and I could see a large stain from his cum after being sucked off by Jason.

I got down and put my mouth to the denim running my lips up and down the shaft, nibbling at his pogo stick, with my hands round at his arse which was large with good solid cheeks.

Fucking like that office boy, don’t you, licking a skin. Now sit back.

As I did so so undid his flies and let his cock burst out, the large cut head staring at me. 

Fucking like that don’t you, as he slapped his cock against my face, with me trying to catch it in my mouth.

I wanted that prick down my throat, I wanted it to gag me, and I was’nt disappointed as I choked with its size as Dave took hold of my head and started face fucking me.

You love this boy, sucking my big dick, dressed in my clothes, feeling my piss stain against your cock. Yeah, take my cock right down your throat.

I could feel and smell his precum staring to ooze out of the tip.

You know I could do with a piss now  and you look as if you just love piss. You don’t want the dried stuff in my boxers, you want the real thing, hot steaming piss right down your fucking throat. Sit back and take this you office boy.

His cock still erect, I could see the first dribble of piss starting to come out of the tip and the pressure grew until it was like a fucking hose aimed at my mouth.

Drink my fucking piss.

As I opened my mouth so he directed his cock straight into the centre and I felt the full force as it hit the back of my throat, his steaming piss stinging my throat as it ran down the back of my throat. He took hold of my head and forced it tight against his cock so I could get as much of his piss. Even as I swallowed hard it wasn’t enough and I felt it pour out of my mouth and down his shirt and into his trousers soaking my own hard cock. It felt bloody great, in his clothes, with his piss pouring down my body and down my throat. He started to move his cock up and down my front soaking me, my own cock stiff and straining through the soaked trousers.

Drink the last drop, he shouted forcing his shaft into my mouth, me sucking him dry.

That’s better and look the better as well judging by that cock of your I can see trying to get out of my trousers. Time you got the lot off. Strip, now.

I did as I was told, peeling off the wet gear, my cock springing out of the trousers.

Yeah, it is a good cock you’ve got there, fucking hard. So you liked getting that big dick of yours up Jason’s arse, well it’s time my cock got up yours so can feel what a really large cock is like. Don’t tell me this will fucking split you. I know you’ve had cock before judging by these nice formed cheeks of yours. I saw you eyeing up my dick as I was wanking while you fucked. Now I’m gonna spear you so get yourself bent over my desk and let me see that arse.

Without allowing me to say no, he firmly got hold of me and bent me over kicking my legs apart, forcing one arm up my back.

You ain’t getting out of this. I’m fucking you like it or not. You wanna be fucked with me in my skin gear, don’t you.

And with that he spread some spit over his cock and shoved it between my cheeks. I suddenly felt it find my crack and could feel it being prised apart by the sheer force of his large tool.

Christ, it’s fucking huge, I can’t take that, I yelled.

Just relax and start moving your arse up to meet my dick.

He started to spread my cheeks wider apart making my hole bigger as the cock moved slowly inside me. I could feel the huge width of he dick forcing itself up my hole, burning yet the pressure and knowledge of his size turned me on, my own cock rock solid stretching itself up and out.

That’s right, move your arse up let it feel my full shaft I want to feel your arse tight against my bleachers.

I felt it move up and up thinking it couldn’t go any further but he pushed and pushed till I thought it would come through the other side. It was massive but I wanted every inch, my arse arching to take it all.

I said you’d love it, now it’s time to start pumping.

He moved his cock back and then let me have the full shaft, in, out, in, out.

Christ fuck me man, let me have that huge fucking dick of yours. Give it to me.

Yeah you fucking love this boy, go on take my dick, get all my cock, go on ride me.

It was fucking great his whole cock inside me pushing the whole way up. I moved my body back and started to stand up and put my arms behind me to pull his body tight against me, forcing his cock the whole way up. My arms were tights around his bleacher clad arse pushing his body into me, his booted legs wrapped around me.

Fuck me man, fuck me.

At that point the door opened and Jason was standing there, his flies open and his cock sticking straight out, his helmet gleaming.

Now you know what its like to have a skin’s big dick up you. Your’e bloody well loving it, look at that cock of yours. Bet you’d love my mouth round that.

Seeing him worked up and saying that, I wanted him.

Yeah get your gob on my cock. I want to feel it down your throat while I’m being fucked.

Jason had his hand round his cock working it up and down.

Go on Mike really fuck him, I want to see your shaft the full length up his arse.

I was so turned on that I was pushing my arse right up the shaft yelling

Go on Fuck me hard, Mike really fuck me. I want you spurting up my arse now. Yeah fuck me.

As Jason came over I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Christ I’m coming Mike, I want to feel you shoot now. I was clasping his back tight against me, and with that I shot my load over Jason’s hand which was furiously wanking his dick.

Yeah I love your spunk over me he shouted and with that he erupted over my chest like a bloody fire hose in action.

Mike could take no more. 

Take my fucking dick boy, feel my cum right up you. He shot his load and I could feel each ram of spunk hot and juicy up my arse.

As we caught our breath again, Mike said to Jason.

I thought you’d gone home to the wife.

I was meant to but somehow I knew what you were getting up to and after that session I wanted to see for myself. Glad I stayed.

Well, we’re getting into our skin gear and going off into town for some action. So it’s the wife or us.

I think I know where I’m going now said Jason

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Boots

Boots

“I’m telling ya, you’re got to see for yourself. These are really out of this world. I’ll bet you’ll agree they are the most amazingly comfortable things you’ve ever worn in your life.”

This guy, Tad, looks a bit annoyed with me, but I know I won’t get anywhere if I’m not a little pushy right now. I got him to come over from the bar before going out clubbing. I’m sure he mostly did it because he didn’t have anywhere else to hang out before the crowd got interesting, and he didn’t want to have to take the D train back to Brooklyn for the next few hours. 

I don’t know if he thought anything was likely to happen between us. Maybe, maybe not, but he wouldn’t have come over if he was completely uninterested. After all, this isn’t even my place. It’s an Airbnb. I told him I’ve got the place for the next five days, that I’m on a work trip from out of town. One of those is true.

“You’ll bet me what? Huh?” He challenges, clearly bored with the current topic.

“I’ll bet you a round of drinks later—plus twenty bucks.”

He regards the boots skeptically, and picks one up. It’s not your typical boot. There’s no obvious tread on the bottom, in fact, the sole is thin and perfectly flat and smooth—almost nonexistent. In fact, it’s almost completely featureless. There’s not a single seam anywhere, just the continuous, smooth, thick, black material with a slight silvery sheen. The material is thick and firm, and the upper part—the vamp—is unusually high, making it almost resemble the things motorcycle cops wear.

“There’s no zipper or buckles or anything,” he observes, “How do you put it on?”

“You just pull hard and wiggle your foot a bit. You’ll see it’s not as hard as you think.”

He kicks off one of his sneakers and starts to lower it to his foot. I interrupt him, “You’ll want to take your sock off first.” He looks up at me and scowls. “I swear. You’ll understand when you put it on. The sock would just feel itchy and sweaty.”

“I don’t know…” he’s finding this weird.

“Thirty bucks. I swear, it’s worth the bet.”

“And what if you win the bet?” He asks, stalling. “If I tell you these are ‘the most amazing and comfortable boots I’ve ever worn’, what do you get?”

I try to shrug nonchalantly, “I’ll have proved I was right, that’s all.”

He’s clearly annoyed and just wants to change the topic. He rips a sock off and sticks his foot in the boot and pulls hard. It takes him a while, but eventually it slides in. He wiggles his toes, “It’s pretty loose. What size are these?”

“They’ll fit. They just seem loose at first. Try the other one on and then walk around a bit.”

He removes his other shoe and sock and pulls the other boot onto his leg. “They’re so soft.” He admits, “Is this lambskin or something? From the outside it felt so stiff.” He stands and walks around the room a bit.

I just say, “It’s a special material. It’s like a hybrid of leather and other stuff.”

“You’re right, they actually aren’t loose at all.” He adds, “That’s really weird. They’re completely snug now. I don’t know how I managed to get them on.”

I smile contently. I love this moment, where he doesn’t have any idea what’s ahead of him. I enjoy watching as he saunters around, causally sits back in the chair, puts one foot on the coffee table, trying to look all relaxed and chill. He shifts around a bit. I know exactly why, but he doesn’t quite realize it yet.

I pretend to be bored myself. “Anyway, I don’t know why I made such a big deal about them. You can take them off it you want to. I’m going to get a beer. Do you want a beer?” He agrees and I take my time going to the kitchen and returning. I pretend to be surprised that he’s still wearing them. I notice the bulge developing in his groin.

“Okay, you win the bet.” He says, “These are the most comfortable things I’ve ever worn.”

“But they’re a little weird,” I admit, “Not exactly your typical clubbing boots. They wouldn’t even pass as punk.”

“I don’t know. They’re pretty cool.” He says, almost defensively, pretending to be pensive. “You’d just have to put them with the right outfit. They’re kind of like hunter boots.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Well someday I’ll figure out what to match them with. They look pretty silly with your shorts.” I keep playing coy, suggesting that he should take them off, seeing how he reacts.

“Yeah,” he agrees, but he doesn’t do anything. He seems lost in thought, staring at his foot on the coffee table, a bit mesmerized. He puts his hand next to his crotch. He knows it would be too obvious if he just started rubbing it in front of me.

From here I know it’s going to be easy. I could just take my shirt off right now, and he’d just go along with it. That would give him an excuse, and it would free him of having to navigate the next few awkward minutes. I could also just sit here and wait and let him start seducing me—see how he does it. Or I could fuck with his head a bit. That’s always fun. Yeah, I think I’m in that kind of mood.

“Actually, since you can’t take the boots off, you might as well get out of those shorts. You’ll look less goofy that way.”

He looks up at me, surprised. “Huh?”

“I said you can’t take the boots off, so why not…”

“I can take them off.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I neglected to mention that part. There are two reasons why you can’t take the boots off. One is just that you just can’t will yourself to do it. Admit it or not, but it’s literally impossible for you to try to pull them off right now. Your brain will always find a way to decide against it.”

“You said two reasons.”

I get up and walk over to where one of his sneakers is. I pick it up off the ground hold it up against the foot he has on the table—sole to sole.

“What the fuck?” he exclaims. He bends his knee to the side a bit so he can see the bottom of his foot better. It’s clearly more than a full inch longer than the sneaker. “That’s impossible”

“Yeah,” I agree, “There are a few things about these things that are impossible. I can’t explain it, but it’s true. What’s your shoe size?”

“Eleven.”

“Right now, your feet are about a size 15. That’s how you were able to put the boots on in the first place: they were as oversized as you first pointed out, so you could pull them on. It’s a bit of a head trip, huh? You should just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“What?”

“It’s not permanent.” I explain, “Think of it like taking a hit of mushrooms. In a few hours, it’ll be all over. I promise, you’re going to enjoy this. Now, you really should do yourself a favor and take your shorts off. You’ll look and feel a lot sexier, and you’ve clearly got a massive hard-on that wants to be freed.”

Tad clearly isn’t used to being told what to do. He’s trying to figure out how to react.

I sit back down across the table from him and pull my own shirt off. I explain, “It’s the boots. They’re why you’re feeling so horny all of a sudden. It’s what they do. It’s going to build and build inside you until you can’t control it. What you’re feeling right now? It’s nothing compared to what’s ahead.”

“I could leave. I’ll fucking walk out of here and take your boots with me.” He threatens.

I’m not going to bother telling him why this doesn’t worry me—how nobody can steal the boots because they would just find their way back through some set of unusual random circumstances. It’s better to defuse the situation, just a little bit.

“That wouldn’t be very fun for you. You’d look ridiculous out there with these on, riding home on the subway or whatever. And then what, you have to figure out how to get someone on Grinder that wouldn’t find the whole thing weirdly kinky. Look—I’m here to help you have a fun time. In fact, you’re in for what I know will be the most intense orgasm of your life. I’m on your side.”

“I wouldn’t need Grinder. I’ll just take a cab and beat off when I get home.” He’s still fighting it. The guy’s pride is getting in the way. But I’m still not worried.

“That won’t work. Look, let me explain the whole thing to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t up-front from the beginning. The ‘rules’ are pretty basic. You can’t take the boots off until you have an orgasm. As I said, that’s because they’re physically too tight to come off, and your brain won’t even let you try. Once you cum, you’ve got a window of time to take them off. Everything will return to normal.”

“A window of time?”

“If your cock starts getting stiff again while they’re still on, then the whole cycle starts all over again. Except this time the changes are permanent: you’ll have to throw away all your shoes and go buy size fifteens.”

I could have gone into more details, about how the next time the sexual experience would be so much more intense and take so much longer to conclude. I still vividly remember that time with the other guy. I was already worn out from the first round. I had to call in a bunch of friends and strangers—it was a two day orgy. He went through twenty of us before it was all over.

“Anyway,” I continue, “Let’s just say this has to be a one-time experience. The other thing is that you can’t relieve yourself. That’s why you couldn’t grab a cab and take care of things at home. You’d get there and find that you can’t masturbate. Your brain just wont let it happen, like it won’t let you try to remove the boots.”

He finally slips his fucking shorts off. His dick flies straight up in the air, already big and continuing to stiffen. He grabs it at the base with his hand and squeezes, feeling the tension, but he doesn’t try pumping it. I wonder if he’s testing what I told him about being unable to masturbate.

“It’s pretty hot, huh?“ I volunteer. “Maybe more kinky than you’re used to. But it’s not just the boots that are making you horny, it’s the whole scenario. The unexpectedness of it all, the tension and excitement of it. Is it turning you on?”

I’ve done this enough times to know it’s the case. It’s like the closing argument in a court case, and it always helps the guy focus. But I have to admit, I wonder if he’s feeling aroused because of the situation or because the boots are making him suggestible to that last statement. I know they do seem to make the guys somewhat suggestible, or at least open to trying anything I suggest.

He nods his head. He’s starting to breath more heavily. “Uh huh. Hey, it’s just the boots, right? You don’t have anything else that goes with them?”

I’m a little surprised by the question. I hesitate. “Um… no it’s mostly just the boots.” I wince a little. He notices. “Well, there are some gloves that match. They’re not that big of a deal…”

“Really? I want to see.” I’m trying to read him. I didn’t expect him to want more kinky stuff. I think it’s that he knows he caught me off guard. He’s trying to reclaim some ground. He grins mischievously. “Where are they? I want to see.”

He sees my hesitation and he’s enjoying this! He gets up. “They’re here, aren’t they? Show me.” He walks into the bedroom. I get up and follow him. He’s already got to the closet, kneeling where my suitcases are open.

There’s no point making a bigger deal out of this than it already is. “It’s in that one, on the bottom.” I point.

He pulls out the two gloves, made of the matching material. He puts them on quickly, like he’s worried I’ll protest or somehow stop him. He doesn’t have to worry. I’m okay with this. It means tonight may be a little rougher, but I’m still up for it. The gloves cover his hands and extend a couple inches down his wrists.

“It’s just like the boots. I wondered if it would be. They’re so soft on the inside but firm on the outside.” He alternately curls and uncurls his fingers, testing the feel. “And yup, they’re nice and snug.” He sounds satisfied by this. He pulls off his shirt and turns to look at himself in the mirror covering the closet door. “Fuck! Is this real?”

I’ve never before had a guy actually watch the transformation take place, to be looking in a mirror at the right moment. He actually watches as his muscles start to swell.

“I’m not just making this up, am I? What’s happening?”

“It’s real.” I tell him. “It’s like your feet growing. It’s just temporary. Your chest and arms were getting bigger when you just had the boots on. I could see it, but it was more subtle and you had so much stuff distracting you. But the gloves really give it a boost.”

“Am I taller?”

“Yep. An inch or two. I told you that you were going to enjoy this.”

“This is fucking hot!” He grabs his cock again, posing in the mirror. We waves it around a little bit. “Okay, you’re right. Again. And to think I was thinking of bolting!”

I envy him. I know I’m going to have a fun night with him, and it’s going to be hot as fuck, but I’ve never actually experienced it myself. I know I can’t. Once I’d done it, the temptation would be too great to do it again, and then I’d totally lose control of things. I mean, shit, this stuff is dangerous enough to be playing with like I am. But I can’t help it.

Tad turns to me and looks into my eyes. He’s now a good three or four inches taller than me now, so I have to look up to return his gaze. Man that’s fucking hot! He’s still breathing heavily. He puts a hand on my chest and starts rubbing it. I love the feel of the gloves on my skin, somehow warm and cool, firm and supple at the same time. My own groin is tingling and stretching.

I put my hand around his cock and start stroking back and forth, giving him the sensation that he’s been starving for. I see all his muscles tense and flex. His cock keeps getting stiffer and stiffer. 

I love this next part: I sink to my knees and put my mouth around his dick. I move it in and out a couple times and then just stop, holding it in there lightly, feeling it grow impossibly big in my mouth. My hands reach down and caress his boots, stroking up and down along the sides and calves of his legs. This always seems to turn the guys on like crazy. It’s like the boots convey sensation like their own skin, and heightens it even.

He gently wraps his gloved hands around the sides and back of my head. And we hold then for a moment, enthralled. His cock is getting too big for me to completely suck. I can normally deep throat like the best of them, but I have to alternate between suckling the first half and licking the length of the shaft.

We move to the bed, or more like he picks me up and carries me to it. He’s enjoying the feeling of being so strong. He was pretty built already—he obviously spends a lot of time at the gym hitting the weights, but his muscles are now like steel cables. Not just big and puffy like some guys, but really taught and defined. I guess it’s a good thing he dug out the gloves. With just the boots he would have been powerful, but I can tell this is heaven for him. Again, I grab his cock and rub lightly up and down. His eyelids flutter.

“It’s not just me. That guy’s grown as well, right?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod. No need to get a ruler out.

“How long is this going to last? Until I cum?”

“Don’t worry,” I say, “That’s not going to happen prematurely. The boots won’t let it. They’re going to make you work for it. You’re in for a long night. A looooonnnngggg…” I exaggerate as I stroke up to the very top of his cock, “…night!”

His pelvis is starting to undulate. I can feel the energy building in him. “I… I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself.” He says, awkwardly. “This…” He tilts his head indicating us, sitting together here on the bed, “I don’t think I can keep this up much longer. The urges…” He starts pushing his pelvis out more forcefully.

“Shhh. Hey, don’t worry.” I say to comfort him. “I’m a big boy. I’ve done this before. I won’t get hurt.” This isn’t a hundred percent true, but I’ve got a decent pain threshold. “Stop trying to hold it back. Give in. Enjoy.”

He takes one of my legs and straddles it. Briefly pushing his cock up and down along it. His eyes close for a long moment. Without opening them, he says finally, “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

Alternate Ending A

It’s going to take a long time to clean up this apartment! The smell of sweat and sex is pungent. I can see several wet towels on the floor of the bathroom. How many times were we in and out of that shower? I’m lying on the bed like a dead man. Every ounce of strength has left my body. My ass is so sore, but it also radiates that feeling of warm contentment. Anyway, I’m doing what I can to rest and regain my strength.

Tad climbs out of the bed, puts the gloves down on the bedside table, and walks out to the living room. I look at him, framed in the doorway, silhouetted against the blue-orange glow of the sky though the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’ll be sunrise soon, but not for at least another half hour. His body is back to normal.  He’s still got the boots on, but they’re slack around his calves now like oversized galoshes.

“You’re right,” he says, “That’s the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life.”

I’m too drained to say anything.

“I’m never going experience anything that matches that ever again, am I.”

“No,” I sigh. “Some things are just… just too much to do more than once.”

He nods. Then he walks out of my view.

“By the way, you’re going to want to take those off while you can.” I call.

“Yeah. I know.” I hear his voice. I hear him getting a glass in the kitchen and filing it from the sink faucet. I think about how just five minutes ago he was groaning as a load of jism pumped into my ass, and then another shot across the room and sprayed the wall as he was pulling out. And then the third one that hit the ceiling. Yeah, I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do before I leave this Airbnb.

He comes back into the bedroom and slumps onto the bed. He crawls behind me, wraps his arms around my chest and hugs me back into him. It feels nice. He’s so warm. His legs intertwine around mine and we lay there for a second. I feel the slack material of the boots against my ankle. We lay there, still, enjoying each other. The tenderness is sublime right now, especially in contrast with the last several hours. I’m a little sad because I know I can’t see him again. I can’t risk him being tempted, having those boots stuck in his head, knowing how to find me.

I feel something moving against my lower back. I don’t think much about it at first, but something nags at the back of my mind. I shift around and then feel it again, this time against my ass and lower back.

“That’s impossible.” He says. “I just… I just… that’s impossible!”

The boots are no longer slack around his calves. They are snug and tight. Against the entirety of my back I can feel his body tense and flex.

He missed the window.

Alternate Ending B

It’s going to take a long time to clean up this apartment! The smell of sweat and sex is pungent. I can see several wet towels on the floor of the bathroom. How many times were we in and out of that shower? I’m lying on the bed like a dead man. Every ounce of strength has left my body. My ass is so sore, but it also radiates that feeling of warm contentment. Anyway, I’m doing what I can to rest and regain my strength.

Tad climbs out of the bed, puts the gloves down on the bedside table, and walks out to the living room. I look at him, framed in the doorway, silhouetted against the blue-orange glow of the sky though the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’ll be sunrise soon, but not for at least another half hour. His body is back to normal.  He’s still got the boots on, but they’re slack around his calves now like oversized galoshes.

He stands there still for a long time, looking out the window. I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he pondering the fact that he’ll never have an orgasm that intense again in his life. I chuckle inwardly at the word ‘anticlimactic’ referring to his future sex life. Well, it’s not my problem. We both had a good time. I’ve got to rest and then clean up and get out of here before he gets the idea of trying to find me again. The boots will start tugging at his brain now, like a drug addiction. I watch as he bends down and easily pulls one boot off and then the other.

He walks out of my view, probably heading to the kitchenette. I hear him getting a glass in the kitchen and filing it from the sink faucet. I think about how just five minutes ago he was groaning as a load of jism pumped into my ass, and then another shot across the room and sprayed the wall as he was pulling out. And then the third one that hit the ceiling. 

He’s lucky about one thing: after this whole thing is over, he comes out refreshed and relaxed and not at all tired. It’s like a parting give from the boots. I, on the other hand, feel “worn hard and put to bed wet” as a friend of mine liked to say. I roll over onto my front, my arms and legs splayed out to my sides. I breathe into the pillow and try to keep from drifting off to sleep. I remind myself that I’ve got to make sure the boots and gloves are secured before he goes.

I hear him coming back into the room, the sound of him putting his water glass down on the table, his steps to the side of the bed. The mattress moves a little as he sits down on it next to me. I feel him stroke the back of my shoulders softly. He runs his hands down my biceps, along my elbows, to my wrists. And then there’s a sharp feeling of metal on my right wrist and a clicking noise, while at the same time he tightens his grip on my left wrist. They jerk together behind my back, and then I feel a similar band of metal close around my left wrist.

The fucker handcuffed me! I can’t do anything but make a muffled grunt into the pillow. I try to lift my head backwards, but the pillow is too big and the angle is all wrong. Shit, he’s going to steal my stuff! Well, it suits him right. He doesn’t know the curse that falls on anyone who tries to take the boots or gloves without permission. It happened twice before, when I was still figuring everything out. They always find their way back to me, back to the other items he doesn’t know about! Tad will surely regret this, but I’m still pissed!

He straddles my legs and sits down hard, just below my butt. It hurts, and he’s totally got me pinned. Shit, I’m scared!

He’s putting a hand on my left ankle. I feel something strange brush against my foot. What’s he doing? I feel his body move with a strong gesture; he’s bending, pulling with his abs. Something encloses my foot and pulls down over my ankle and calves. Soft, smooth, cool. One more tug and it stops. Oh shit! The same thing happens with my right ankle. I try to buck and kick, but it’s futile. A pull and my right foot is covered. Another pull and both my legs are encased.

He stops. I feel his hand run down the back of my foot, along the side of the ankle. He shifts a little more weight to his knees and the pain stops. He’s stoking both of my ankles through the material of the boots.

I feel a sudden surge in my groin. It’s stirring and growing, tingling. The boots are tight now around my legs. They feel so amazing. I’d told so many guys about it and always wondered what it felt like. I envied them. And now I know, and it’s as wonderful as I’d imagined. Actually, it’s better! I envision my feet, size fourteen now. I feel energy coming into every part of my body, the fatigue a distant memory.

He gets up and turns me on my side. I look down at the boots, mesmerized. I don’t say anything. For once I’m at a loss for words.

He looks at me, thinking, and then says, “You know you deserve this. You probably deserve this a hundred times over.” There’s a pause, and then, “I’m going to have a friend come and help me. We’re going to figure out how to get you out of here and back to my place. I’m going to see how long you can stand being without release, without… this.” He runs his hand along my cock and I’m overwhelmed with the sensation. “And eventually I’ll get you to tell me where you really live, and we’re going to see what other secrets you have.”

He pauses and thinks for a while. Then, “You said if I tried these boots a second time, that it would be permanent—the growth, the bigger feet, all that. We might see if you’re right about that. In fact, I might see what happens when you’re made to keep these on and get you to the point of release three of four times.”

My heart’s racing. I’m terrified and thrilled at the same time. He stops rubbing my cock, gets up, and goes back out to the living room to put his clothes back on. He flips out his mobile phone.

“Hey Jeff, sorry… yeah, I know what time it is. How fast can you get to the Upper East Side?”

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