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 hadnât 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 couldnât 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 thereâs plenty of work to do over the next few weeks. There wonât be much time for breaks and I hope you donât 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 wasnât much time off, but I didnât 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 Iâll see if thereâs 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 Iâm away from the office Iâm a skin.
Christ, have you got all the gear, the Rangers, bleachers, braces, Fred PerryâŠ
You seem to know whatâs what.
Well, when you see a skinhead, you canât 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 ainât surprised, from what Iâve seen of skins.
Why donât 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 couldnât believe it. He seemed such a decent bloke at work. I sat there thinking of him in his skin gear and just couldnât 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 couldnât 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.Â
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, donât 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 ainât had a piss for ages and I feel like it now and that mouth of yours is going to be the bog. Got it?Â
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 yourâe 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.
Itâs 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.
I couldnât 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.
Thatâs 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.
Youâre a great sucker, boy. You really love my prick. Christ, Iâm gonna cum in a minute, go on suck hard.
 I couldnât wait any longer. While sucking his cock, I unzipped my trousers and took out my rock hard dick, wet with Mikeâs piss and started to wank. The harder I wanked the harder I sucked.
Shit Iâm coming, boy, suck that dick, Iâm 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 couldnât 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. Mikeâs 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 thatâs made a mess of you. All your office gear covered in my piss eh. Better get out of it and into something else. I havenât finished yet.Â
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 youâve got there, good sized fat dick too. It would look a hell of a lot better in some other gear. Iâve set it out in the bedroom, so go and put it on and get back here quick then Iâll finish your clothing off with something else Iâve got.
I walked in his bedroom and lying neatly on the bed was full skin gear. It was what Iâd always wanted. Iâd 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 Mikeâs 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 hadnât finished.
Thatâs fucking better. Christ you also think so judging by that cock of yours. But you ainât a true skin with that hair of yours. No, I ainât shaving it off but youâll wear this. He took out a full leather hood.Â
Bend your head down, I donât 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.
Iâm gonna make this nice and tight so its part of your skin and you can breathe the leather.
Right head up, thatâs 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.
Youâll 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 donât you boy. Thatâs 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.
Donât worry youâll get the whole fucking fist. That arse of yours I want opened right up so you can take my cock. You see itâs big and I want you to feel it going the whole fucking way up. Â
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.  Mikeâs 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 wasnât 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.Â
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.Â
You donât 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.
Thatâll warm you up boy.
Again he spat gob onto his cock and rubbed it in.
Right boy arch that arse out, Iâm 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 donât you skin boy. Thatâs right take the whole fucking dick up that arse of yours. You love being fucked rigid donât 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, Mikeâs 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, Iâm ready to cum you filthy skin, ram your dick home and spurt your cum right up my arse.
Thatâs right boy, talk like a skin, take this and this, my cock up you, skin boy, Iâm 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
Well Iâve 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 oneâs 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
âWhat the fuck are you looking at. Never seen a Skin before. Quit the looking or Iâll punch the living daylight out of ya.â
âWho the fuckâ he turned to his friend. âWeâre skins we own this fucking place. I take no fucking prisoners.â
Jakeâs 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 guyâs mercy on his knees ready to take the cock all the way down his throat. He wanted to feel part of the Skin. Jakeâs 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 âfuck me Skin let me be your slave.â 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 wasnât. It wasnât 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
âIâm a fucking Skin mate, Iâll fucking kill you. You want a fuck well Iâm a skin fucker. I take no shit.â
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 9â 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 âI wanna be fucked by a skin. Skin to fucking skin. A good sized dick up my arse. Only a skin dick.âÂ
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.Â
âThatâs it mate fuck me you skin and let me cum.â
 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.
âFuck me you fucking skin, take me, spunk all the way up me man.â
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 boxerâs 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 Skinâs 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 Idolâs crotch
The Idol pulled down the rear zip of the guyâs 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 Idolâs 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 âs 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.
âLuv your fucking hood mate .Itâs making me feel right horny. Iâve 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. Youâll 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.
âDonât yank at it mate itâs me fucking prick.â
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.Â
âGlad 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.â
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 Jakeâs mouth
âI fucking love the hood mate. Luv seeing my dick going through the rubber.â
 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 Skinâs bleachers so the Skin let his hands slide over the hood.
âFucking 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 youâre gobbling me. Now pull on me balls, yank them down let me feel some pain.â
Jake grabbed the balls even tighter and pulled hard.
âFucking hell thatâs sore mate but feels fucking great. Now suck.â
As Jake pulled so the Skin holding Jakes rubber clad head pushed his head in and out towards his pubes. Jakeâs mouth was so full of cock. This was real.
âShit man Iâm 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.â
And with that the Skin exploded his cum into Jakeâs throat, so much cum that it started to ooze out the rubber slit and down the  front.
âShit man what a fucking blow job, yeah man.â
Once he had come he pushed Jakeâs head back and took his hand to wipe any left over cum off his dick before stuffing it back into his bleachers.
âI need to see what you look like mate, youâre something else.âÂ
As we went to put his hands on the hood Jake said
âNo man leave it as is you liked the hood so letâs leave it at that.â
âDid you not hear me? I said I want to see what you look like. Do as I say or Ill fucking knock  you.â
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.
âYouâre not a fucking skin. All that clothing is just a joke. That fucking mass nof hair. Youâre fucking pretending. Nobody but a Skin has sex with me. I fucking hate someone like you who thinks he is  skin. Itâs not just fucking clothes. Itâs a way of life. You slimy little bastard.â
âIâm sorry but I love skin clothing and Iâve seen you around and so wanted sex with you.â
âI could fucking kill you trying it on with me and having me cum like this. Donât think you are getting away with this so stand up, NOW.â
Jake was almost paralysed with fear and did as told. The Skin put Jake into a stranglehold, tightening his grip around the throat.
âIâm sorry, I really am.â Jake blurted out. âI just wanted to be like you.â
âYou donât fucking piss with me mate. Fucking little bastard. Iâll teach you. I could fucking well strangle you now.â
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.
âWondered when youâd fucking well come round. So how do you feel. Youâre mine now and itâs 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 itâs drying out. Anyway bleachers are best if theyâve got dried piss down them. Skins like their boots nice and shiy so you can start licking mine.â
The Skin put one of his boots up into Jakeâs face.Â
âNow let me see a few good gobs on them before you lick.â
Jake cleared his mouth and spat several times onto the boot.Â
âNow let me see you fucking lick. Start with the sole until I tell you to do the caps.â
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.
âThatâs 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.â
Jake extended his tongue and licked over the surface. Being in the cage and at the Skinâs total mercy, licking boots made his heart race and he could feel his cock inching down his bleachers.Â
âGood 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.â
The Skin spat hard on the boots, thick slimy spit.
âBet you love me gob eh mate? Thatâs right really lick, letâs see whose spit is best.â
Jake wanted to swallow the Skinâs 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.
âLovely stuff mate. You see youâre 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 ainât 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.â
The Skin got out a barberâs 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.
âBet youâve got a fucking boner with all this mate. Once Iâve 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. Itâs all coming off a fucking treat mate. Gone all that fuzz of yours.â
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.
âOK mate you keep the steel collar on but Iâm 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.â
The gate was released and Jake crawled out slowly standing up to his full height in front of the Skin.
âNow let me see you proper. He took his large hand and slapped it over Jakeâs face a couple of times.Â
âA few bruises makes you look the real stuff boy.â
âShit 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?â
With that the Skin took his hand and grabbed hold of the outline of Jakes stiff cock straining at his bleachers.Â
âI 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.Â
âThose 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.â
âYes sir to be fucked,â
âToo 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.
âLet me get my hand around that boy. A good thick one youâve got there. Might need to feel that up me at some stage but for now you are mine.â
Jake almost shivered as he felt his cock being squeezed by the skin and feeling his beery breath on his face.
âSo youâve seen mine but have another look now before I get it up you.â
He pulled out his cock, and he was clearly feeling so horny it was almost vertical.
âIâll need to push this one down boy to get it up you as youâre making me feel right horny. So before you bend over bend down and let some of your spit on my dick. That way itâll go up easier for you.â
Jake let two big gobs on to the thick shaft and bent over, the Skin unzipping the rear of the bleachers.Â
I always fuck a guy in gear. Naked ainât the same. I like my guys in full skin.âÂ
The Skin got down behind Jake and put his face up against Jakeâs arse using his tongue to lick and with his hands he could spread Jakeâs cheeks wide to let his tongue get up the first part.
âLovely soft arse youâve got there. No taste of shit. Now get ready to take this. Spread your legs and youâll find it easier to take my thick tool Jut that arse out as well.â
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.
âIts fucking great. A right monster you have thereâ
âI like your use of the word âFuckâ boy as we skins use it all the time. Shows we mean business.â
âThen fucking fuck me sir.â
âDonât worry once I get this up to the hilt in your arse donât expect me to be gentle. Now thatâs it in really push yourself up against me then you have all of me inside you. Shit man youâve been fucked a few times before. That arse of yours has had a few cocks up them.â
âYeah but none like your cock.â
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.
âShit man I want you and not just tonight. Seeing that neck of yours has decided me that tomorrow youâll have a good tat put across the back. I wanna see âSkinheadâ and in big letters and then on your shoulder youâll 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. Youâd like that eh?â
 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.
âFuck, 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 hardâ, Jake shouted.
âTake 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.âÂ
âJust fuck me, cum all the way inside me and get the spunk all the way up me.â
âYouâre about to get it  Iâm ready man. So you too man spunk away.â
âIâm a fucking skin being fucked by a fucking great skin. Its fucking brill man thatâs it fuck me unload that spunk now.â
And with one final push the Skin shot his load deep inside Jakeâs arse and the Skins hand was covered with thick creamy spunk.
They sank back over the cage exhausted
âThatâs the fucking best shag I have ever had.â Jake shouted.
âYou wonât get better than me.â
âHereâs a towel, wipe yourself off and get that prick of yours back in your bleachers. Iâll zip up your rear. Youâll soon have a nice damp patch of my cum oozing out that crack of yours and everyone will know who done it. Iâm 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 ainât sharing you out. Theyâll all want a bit of that cock so get ready to be touched up but its only me that gets to use your arse.â
âI donât 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.â
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.
âYou just made it Matt, itâs 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.â
âYes, thanks, sorry to be late but I will  leave you in peace to shut up. See you soon.â
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 couldnât 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. âHell as long as he packed them all carefully no one would notice.â 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.
âChrist this is too good a chance to miss out. No one will notice and anyway Iâll just put the gear on for a couple of minutes at the most and then put it back.â
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 7â 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.
âFuck he thought now I will have to wash and dry it before tomorrow.â
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.Â
âChrist I didnât think it would feel this good but it looks a bit ridiculous as the guys all wear ranger boots.â 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 itâs amazing Everything is so tight and if I forget I have my hair I could almost be a skinhead even in these boots. I donât think Iâve ever felt to horny.â
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.
âIâm a fucking skin, do what I fucking say, Iâll 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. Iâm a fucking skin.â
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.
âShit Iâm gonna cum itâs so fucking good, Christ Iâm cumming in these bleachers I canât stop myself. Oh god.âÂ
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 guyâs 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.Â
âOh 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.â
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.
âSo we got each otherâs fucking clothes eh mate. Well youâd better come in and Iâll 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.
âYouâve fucking well had this on. Itâs still damp and ainât like the others.â
Matt trembled. âNo you are mistaken.â
âDonât 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.â
 Digging into the bag the skin brought out the bleachers and raised them up, smelling at the same time.
âFucking 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.â
The Skin came up to Matt and pressed his face into Mattâs releasing a large gob of spit
âDonât fucking lie. Youâve got off on all the gear.â
And with that he thrust his hand up against Mattâs crotch feeling the hard outline.
âAnd youâre 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.â
Matt was terrified. He did not even dare to rub off the spit form his face as he felt it run over his lips.
âLick my spit you bastard and with that the skin took his hand opening Mattâs 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.
âYou ainât a fucking skin yet you poof.â and with that he took one of his ranger boots and pressed it over Matts head.Â
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.
âSo tell me and you had better be true this time. Did you wear my gear?â
âYeeeeesss.â Matt squealed.
âThat more like it you little cunt.â
The skin twisted his boot sole around Mattâs cheek and he could feel it marking and taking off skin but he felt helpless.
âNow get the fuck up.â
Yanking matt up by the arm the skin threw matt into a chair and out of a drawer took some thick rope.Â
âHands behind yer fucking back.â
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.
âI have something for you.â
In a few seconds the skin came back with a yellow stained jockstrap
âSo you like my jocks do you. Well this one ainât been washed for a week. Got all me piss stains on it. Nice and yellow and reeks. And as I like a daily wank thereâs 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.â
The skin forced Matts open and shoved the jock in as far as he could causing Matt to gag.
âStop being such a pussy. Be a man and take this in and breathe properly. Smell my fucking piss.âÂ
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 guyâs piss, taking him down his throat.
âChrist you fucking love this, look at that cock of yours tenting. Fucking hard as a rock. You fucking love my piss.â
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
âLooks as if you need something bigger in that mouth of yours. I ainât 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 9â
âYouâve got me fucking horny boy. Ainât washed me cock for a couple of days so if you like the piss jock then you will love this .â
He moved into towards Matt with one hand keeping his cock down till it was level with Mattâs mouth.
âNow open wide and let that saliva of yours work hard so you get it all the way down that throat of yours.â
âI canât take all that.â Matt sobbed.
âIf 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.â
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
âAt least the hair allows me to grab you and bring you in. Not for fucking long.â
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 guyâs balls against his lips. The taste of salt and precum was overwhelming. He wanted to devour the guy.
âNow you got me in so itâs time to face fuck.â 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 skinâs breathing increased and the throbbing in Matts mouth was stronger and stronger.
âFucking hell mate what a fucking mouth you have, a real cocksucker. Shit Iâm about to come so get ready to swallow. Feel every drop of my spunk.â
âShit itâs coming, take it man.â 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.
âThatâs the way a skin should suck. Fucking great mate.â
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
âSo if you like wearing my gear then you have to look the part and that hair of yours has to go.â
âYou canât do this, Iâm about to go on holiday. I want to keep my hair.â
âForget all that and those fucking awful shirts of yours.â
The skin grabbed hold of Mattâs head and whispered into his ear.â Donât think of shaking that head of yours otherwise you will be cut to pieces. Better to keep still .â
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.
âNot there yet mate. Rubbing shaving cream all over Mattâs 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.
âThese are the ones you used eh.?â
âWell 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.â
 âIâll leave you to it or a few minutes but donât be long I want to see what you had wanted to look like last night.â
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
âFuck the holiday, fuck the poncy clothes, Iâm 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 greatâ
With that he took up the bottle of beer and downed the dregs.
The Skin walked back into the room
âFucking hell man, what a change. Youâre looking fucking great. Just need to get you a pair of bracesâ 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.
âJust because youâre a skin donât fucking mess with me mate.â Matt shouted. âYouâve had your way with me now itâs my turn.â
Matt dragged the slumped skin onto the sofa arse upwards
âI 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.â
 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.
âJust what I fucking love, a hairy arse and I can feel it against my cock as I push in.â
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.
âYouâre gonna wake up with a shock mate.â
Matt leant over the skin  and pushed his cock head between the hairy cheeks immediately finding the hole.
âNothing like fucking a skin when he is in full gear, so fucking sexy.â 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.
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.
âYouâre gonna feel this all the way up to the hilt. You want me to look like a skin but thatâs 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.â
âFucking hell man do you need to ram me so quick. It fucking hurts.â
âJust like your boot on my face mate.â
âTell you what Iâll 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.â
âChrist thatâs some cock there.âÂ
âMaybe 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.â
The skin wanted him and starting slowly rising and falling so he could feel Mattâs cock almost split him.
âFucking great arse you have there, now I think itâs time for me to pump you. You just lie there.â
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 skinâs arse.
âGo on fuck me mate let me have your spunk. I want it all.â
Pumping faster and faster and seeing the skin in all his gear with only his hairy arse showing was too much for Matt.
âShit mate I gonna spunk all the way up you.â
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.
âI 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.â
âI 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?â
âPut them down the rubbish chute. I donât need them any longer.â
âJust 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.â
âTell you what mate you know how to fuck but my cock wants to explode all the way up your arse.â
âThen lets have a beer and ciggie  and get on with it.â
âWill be a long day and night.â
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.Â
âSo at least someone is there looking âKenny 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.
âWhat the f.. âKenny tried to shout
âWhat the fuck do you think ignoring me and trying to make me look as if I am a bit of shit. âThe 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 guyâs beard rub against the side of his face
âYou donât 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?â
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 workieâs other arm move round to his front and slide down to his crotch.
âI 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.â
As the workie said this he lessened the grip around Kennyâs 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.
âou need to open the throat a bit more so you can take my cock all the way down that throat of yours. â
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.â
As Kenny knelt his face was looking straight at an enormous prick sticking almost straight out of the yellow nylon.
âGo on give me a fucking rub as I like me cock being rubbed in my hiViz.â
Kenny could only obey but wanted more than ever to unzip and put his hand inside.
âWell what are you waiting for. Unzip and see my piece of meat.â
As Kenny looked straight at the guyâs 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.
âDonât you like the way my cock smells. Itâs 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 ainât washed for a few days so itâs nice and high for you. Take a few deep breaths and enjoy the smell, real workie stink.â
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.
âNot 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. Itâs gonna be even better when down that throat of yours. Quit any idea of gagging, you just breathe deeply and as my cock ainât been washed for days you have that stink to help. Now get a grip and start.â
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..
âShit man that tongue of yours has been round a few dicks in its time. I ainât got all day , got to get back to work so let me feel the back of your throat.â
 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 workieâs 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..Â
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.â
âShit man you have my cock juice building up.â
 With that the workie took and full grip of Kennyâs 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 guyâs cock now throbbing so hard he was close to coming.
âI want you to swallow every last drop, Know what itâs like to take a workies spunk. Thatâs 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.â
With one final push the workie shouted âFuckin hellâ  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.
âBloody hell mate you suck like a real pro. The workie pushed Kenny back and thrust his still dripping cock back into his Hi Viz.
âAny left over can run down my leg âhe said. âNow stand up and letâs see you. Clearly it was too much for you to take though you did well. Itsâ all the way down your chin and onto your shirt.â
âChrist how am I gonna get home?â Kenny said.
âNo probs mate. Take this HiViz waistcoat of mine and put it on. It will cover the cum marks. Iâve 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 nameâs Don and you?â
âWell now bugger off Kenny as I have to get back to doing some work. Drains today.â
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 didnât 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. Donât know why I havenât 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 shoutedÂ
âFuck meâ 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.
âNo point in cleaning this up might as well it harden into my skin and make me smell a bit more.â
âShit I feel so fucking tired. But I need another fag after that and finish the beer first.â
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 couldnât care. However he was feeling horny again and could see his cock growing inside his joggers starting to make a large bulge.
âShit I canât 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.
âThought you might be back. Donât suppose Iâm gonna get my waistcoat back. You might as well keep it ,looks as if it suits you. Wanna a smoke?â
âSure âKenny replied going up to the workie. Don handed over the lit ciggie.
âYou had my cock in yer mouth yesterday now you have me ciggie. Looks as if you like a bit of me.âÂ
As he said this he put an arm round Kenny and pulled him in letting ghis hand firmly stroke Kennyâs bum and bring their faces close to.
âYou smell as good as me. Stale smoke and beer. Do I smell dried cum on you?â
And with that he put his other arm up Kennyâs jogging top and let his hand explore the dried cum chest.
âFuck 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.â
 Kenny could feel the workies rock hard cock pressing against how own
â I ainât got much time but Iâm not leaving till you have had some spunk up that arse of you.â
With that the workie held back Kenny waistband and let his hand travel down until his fingers were searching for Kennyâs hole.
âJust want to check that hole of yours will take my cock.â As he said this he started inserting finger after finger into the opening until he had 4 fingers fully in. âShit man I could almost fist you but at least you have plenty of room for me inside you. Now turn round.â
 As he pulled down the back of the joggers so the workie unzipped himself and took out his hard cock.
âI ainât washed since yesterday so me dick stinks of my cum and your spit. Great ainât it? Now bend over a bit while I get some spit on me dick.â
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.
âA great gob there thatâll make it nice and easy to slip this cock of mine all the way up you.â
One of the workies arms grabbed the top of Kennyâs HI Viz and with the other he guided it to the hole and let the head rim in readiness to insert. As Kennyâs hole opened to take the cock he felt his muscles contract and let out a squeal of pain.
âRelax 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.
âWhat did I tell you. A ciggie always helps.â
Don brought both large hairy arms around Kenny and pulled himself in right up to the hilt as Kenny puffed more and more.
âDonât finish the fucking ciggie yet mate. Wait till Iâve had you.â
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. Heâd never had a cock that size before and decided heâd never have anything less again.
âYou 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 itâs you I am fucking and he can just wasted his spunk while lucky you get to have mine all the way up you.â
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.
âIf 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.Â
âGo on fuck me harder and harder, âKenny shouted knowing the young guy could hear him
âGet all that fucking spunk into me. What a fucking huge cock you got. Fuck me rigid.â
Hearing this was too much for the workie who shot his load all the way into Kennyâs arse. At the same time Kennyâs 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.
âShit that was bloody great âthe workie said âalmost like a fucking threesome, but I wouldnât touch that geezer with a bargepole. You Kenny are much more like me.â
âAnd I feel more like you âKenny replied. âHow 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.â
âWell 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.â
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 donât worry about that. While you are here take this.â He picked up and plastic bag and handed it to Kenny.
âAt least you now have a bit more of the gear. No point in just having the waistcoat.â
âHow do I get all this back to you.â Kenny asked
âNo probs mate see it as a gift. Anyway it looks good on you and you now look more like a decent dirty guy.âÂ
âBeing dirty aint so bad.â
âThought youdd say that. Now off you go and enjoy the kit. Iâll see you soon enough.â
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 Donâs 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.
âShit Iâll 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.Â
âI look fucking greatâ he thought to himself, giving his crotch an good rub. âTime to go and do some cruising.âÂ
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.
âSo Boss this is the guy I told you about, Kenny.â
âDon 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.
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 doesnât it? Are you beginning to feel a bit different with it on and that smell of leather to inhale?â
âFeels great. Donât know what it is but definitely feeling a change. Tell you what Boss I could do with a ciggie.â
âAll in good time mate, Now letâs get the next zip open.âÂ
And with that the Boss found the zip at the back of the HiViz trousers and pulled it down to reveal Kennyâs arse.
âNice bit of hair been developing over that arse of yours  Us workies love hairy arses donât 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.â
The Boss gave Kennyâs arse a good rub and let his fingers work through the hair to the hole.Â
âI 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.â
âTell you what Boss âDon said âthe guys gagging for it ,that cock of his is like a fucking pole, it will need a strong hand to get that cock.â
Don put his hand inside and grabbed the shaft and as it came through the nylon it sprang up.
âNot just the hair on the arse Boss the guyâs cock has now gotten to a good thick size as well. Heâs 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.â
âYou have done well with this one Don. Give the guy his ciggie now and light it up for him.â
Don lit up and put the ciggie through the leather slit into Kennyâs mouth. Now that is better.â
âChrist 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.â
The Boss put his arms around Kenny and pressed his hard dick against Kennyâs arse. Suddenly Kenny knew what to expect and moved his arse out to meet the Bossâs wet head.
âThatâs 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 Donâs wanting to get that cock of yours down his throat..â
Kenny briefly took the ciggies out of his mouth.Â
âShit I wish I could see that cock of yours boss but it sure feels an equal to Donâs 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.â
âDonât worry you are getting the full length.â
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.Â
âGetting it a bit greasy makes me swallow better for you. Canât wait to get the stench down into my throat. Grabbing Kennyâs long thick pulsing dick Dom let his tongue rim the head, savouring the precum oozing out from the tip.
The Bossâs cock was now fully inside Kennyâs 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 Donâs mouth the whole way down so Don could feel the pubes brushing against his face.
âFucking hellâ Kenny said,  âA workie back and front and a good fag in my mouth. It gets no better. No one does it better than a workie.â
 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 Donâs throat. By now Don had his own cock out and with one hand was rubbing quicker and quicker up  and down his shaft.
âChrist you guys I ready.â
âSo are we.â Both said.
âFuckâ Kenny shouted through gritted teeth the fag still in his mouth and the Boss shot wave after wave of cum all the way up Kennyâs arse. Kenny shot his load into Domâs throat as Domâs spunk spurted over Kennyâs boots, thick and white
As all three got their breath back so the Boss said.
âWell Kenny itâs 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 whatâs happened?â But now his voice sounded like a deep smokie northern.
 âWhat the fuck do you think. You were only too happy to take some of Donâs 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?â
âA fucking ciggie of course.âÂ
âReckon we all deserve one and back at the van a good can of beer before we head off to work down the drains.â
âSure thing Boss , canât wait to get down those stinking drains but as long as we three have another session at the end of the day.â
âThatâs a promise Workie Kenny.â
Alec opened his door to leave for work just as his new neighbour opened his.
âHi mate so youâre my new neighbor, good to meet you, Iâm Fred. Youâre obviously an office guy from the way you are dressed.â
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.
âYeah,â Alec replied, âWhat about you?â 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
âYeh I  work on the roads and down the drains. Doesnât sound a great job but I love it and we are always looking for new guys to join us. What about you?â he said with a  smile
âI donât think soâ, Alec blushed
âIf you put on the HiViz youâd feel a different person and then who knows? When you wear Hiviz you hardly ever wear anything else. So think what Iâve saidâ
âI willâ Alec mumbled, âbut Iâve got to get off to work.â
âHope to see you soon mate, Iâm usually back by 7pm.â
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
âNot meant to be allowedâ Alec said to himself âbut I donât fancy getting on the wrong side of him.â 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.
âOddâ he thought as Fred said heâs not usually back until 7.â Sure enough Alec peeped through his spyhole and saw Fred arrive back in other gear to what was hanging there. As he looked at Fredâs 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 elseâs 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 someoneâs 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 Fredâs 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 Fredâs 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 6â 2ââ with wide muscled shoulders and long arms covered in tattoos ending in thick working mensâ 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 wasnât 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.
âHi mate, off to work?â
âSure, as you can see from all my hiviz Iâve 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 donât remember the curl.â
Alec blushed and said âNo this is the normal, you must be mistaken. See you around, as he rushed outside to escape any more questions.â
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 Fredâs 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 9â. 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
âJesus what a fucking workie I am looking at. This is how I would love to be.â 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
âIâm cumin letâs see how much spunk you have mateâ
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.
âChrist 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.â 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 âother guyâ 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.
âShit what can I do, I canât open the door like this not just because of what I look like but my large prick is tenting.â The doorbell went again but Alec could not reply.
Suddenly he heard Fredâs voice
I know you are in there Alec and I know you are wearing the clothes I left outside. Christ mate Iâm 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
âDonât try taking them off Alec, you wonât be able so just open up, one workie to another.â
Alec opened the door and Fred stepped in
âFucking Hell man you look bloody amazing. I didnât expect this.â
âWhat do you meanâ Alec replied
âThe 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, itâs clear you love being the new man and Jesus you look amazing so much that just look at my crotchâ Fred said as he let his down to rub his tenting crotch. âSeeing you like this makes me so fucking horny. But we are not quite there mate. Iâm looking at a real manly bear of a workie but its still your preppy voice and mind which need to change. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âWell lets start with the fact that youâre looking bloody horny with that stiff dick of yours, Iâm as randy as hell looking at the new you and you want to be a rough hairy workie. Iâve 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.â
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.
âChrist thatâs some prick youâve  got thereâ
âJust like yours Alec and youâre soon to feel the full length of it but first get down on your knees and let me see you open your mouth wide.âÂ
Alec was drooling at the size of Fredâs 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 Fredâs 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
âShit 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.â 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 Alecâs 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 Fredâs 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.
âChrist we need to stop there Alec and now itâs time to finish what you want. Stand up.â
As Alec stood up so his cock was tenting big time in his HiViz and a large precum stain was showing on his trousers
âCome over here and stand in front of me Alec.â
Standing in front of Fred, he had his belt unbuckled and Fred pulled down his HiViz over his arse.
âFucking hell Alec what a fucking hairy arse youâve 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.â
Fred took hold of Alecâs cheeks and spread them apart to allow his cock to penetrate the hair and find the hole.
âThis should be easy for you with all the spit youâve put on my dick. Christ feeling all your arse hair against by dick is so fucking horny.â
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 Alecâs waist moved him back into his shaft until he could feel his dick right up to the hilt. Feeling his pubes against Alecâs hairy arse was amazing.
âThat arse of yours can take a lot more than just my dick.â
Once he felt he was fully in and could feel Alec breathing hard, Fred moved his hands up over Alecâs belly and further up until they came to his extended nipples.Â
âGod what erect big nips you have,â 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.
Iâm 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.â
By now Alec could not care feeling Fredâs cock all the way up him, having his nipples worked hard and looking like a workie. Christ it didnât get better, its exactly what he wanted and to hell with any consequences.
âCum when you want, Iâm ready Fred. Make me a workie.â
Fred saidâ Start rubbing your cock inside your Hi Viz. I want you to come and let all the cum drop down and stick to you.â
Alec took his hand and started rubbing the shaft over the yellow nylon
âChrist what a way to wank, feeling the nylon over my shaftâ
Fredâs head inside Alecâs arse was ready to explode and hearing Alec shoot was all he needed.
âItâs now mate, Iâm cumming, take every spurt of my spunk and say goodbye to the old boring Alec.â
âThatâs it, fuck me let me be the workieâ
With one final shove of his cock into Alecâs arse Fred exploded all the cum that was pent up in his balls and Alecâs cock discharged all his spunk inside his HiViz some oozing through the nylon and most running down inside.Â
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.
âWhat the fuck is happening,â he said in a totally different voice. âShit Iâm speaking like a south London workie with a bloody deep voice. I canât stop saying Fuck and it feels so fucking goodâ
âItâs not just the voice Alec another couple of seconds and you are the workie, thatâs your life now.â
âToo fucking right ,Fred, thatâs 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.
âWell done Alec, join the club youâre 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.â
âTell you what Fred I can already feel my fucking cum hardening on the nylon, fucking great man. Tell you what weâre both doing the same job and whatâs 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?â
âIf thatâs what you want Alec,â
âSure is mate and besides after that fuck, for me itâs just the beginning, so tonight Iâll have my cock up that arse of yours.â
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