This is part of a multi-part story revolving around a group of skinheads. The series has a sexual theme which may involve both straight and gay sex, sibling-incest, group-sex and more. It won't contain any content relating to underage sex, violence or racism.
All characters and organisations are fictional, and the events described should encourage the reader to enjoy the story-line, but not to try it (i.e. the incest and unprotected sex are for fantasy only. Don't try it at home.)
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This series was inspired by feedback from people that liked my After College series, on Nifty, who told me they loved the skinhead character. This series is grittier, and the attitudes and sentiments in it are those of the characters, who aren't meant to be such nice people as the After College crowd.
Many thanks for the emails. It's great to hear people get a good wank out of reading my stories, and it encourages me to write more. It's also good hearing which bits people liked, and reading their suggestions.
Ben Stevens (BenStevensFiction@outlook.com)
19-May-2022
Being married was all well and good, but Dave Talbot was twenty-two years old and wanted more from life than a wife that had neither his sexual appetite not his tastes. In the two years that they had been married, she hadn't wanted sex nearly often enough, and when she did want it, it was pretty vanilla. That was why he'd taken to getting a bit on the side, wanting to live the life and enjoy himself. There was no need for her to know.
There was a time when Angie used to get a thrill from his tight jeans, Doctor Martens boots and skinhead haircut, but tastes change and he knew she wished he'd grow out of it.
It was his mate, Don, that had put the idea into his head, one night in the pub. Don was a pretty savage bastard, that delighted in fighting and getting into all sorts of aggro, and Dave liked to keep his distance, wherever possible, knowing that there was fun, and there was big trouble. Big trouble was best avoided, especially when it was instigated by a stocky, uncouth, twat with tattoos on his face and a spider's web tattooed over his shaved scalp. Don also had a few far-right racist, homophobic views that didn't appeal to Dave, who preferred to live and let live. But once in a while, Don would come-out with some good advice.
"Your trouble is that you're not getting your fucking end away often enough. You need to get out there and bone a few cunts."
At first, Dave had dismissed the idea, but had later begun to warm to it when Angie had invited her miserable sister round to stay for a fortnight, informing him that as they would need the bedroom, he would have to sleep on the sofa.
As he lay there, that first night, having trouble getting to sleep, he began to reflect on his situation. Pulling his cock out through the front of his boxer-briefs, Dave began to rub it to full-erection. It was a good seven and a half inches long, with a foreskin that usually left part of the dome of his knob sticking out. At least wanking was a pleasure he could still enjoy, and as he stroked it he began to consider what Don had said.
"He was fucking right. I need some scrubber on the side that'll let me use her cunt whenever I drop round to see her. Maybe bang her up the ass too." The more he stroked, the more attractive the idea became.
When Dave woke, the next morning, the idea was still fresh in his mind, and he had another erection to deal with. But the latter could wait, as it could hopefully be put to good use. If he was going to hook-up with a horny cock-loving twat, he needed some help to find one that wouldn't blab it all across town, and there was no way he was going to put himself into debt with Don. Grabbing his phone, he sent a text to his mate, Jake Naylor, who still owed him for chinning the guy that had lunged at him with a broken bottle, one night outside of a night club.
Jake was a horny fucker, only nineteen but his shaved head and good looks made him a slut magnet. No matter where they went, Jake always seemed to pull, and he could be trusted. It wouldn't be long before he would reply to the text, suggesting they hang-out for an hour or two.
Having dressed, pissed and washed, Dave wolfed-down some breakfast, by which time Angie and her gorgon of a sister were up and about. Breathing a sigh of relief when his phone bleeped, he read Jake's reply and sent back a response saying he would see him later.
No questions were asked when he said he was going out, as Angie was used to it and too preoccupied with the sort of things women gossip about when they get together. Closing the front door behind him, Dave made his way to the park, where he'd arranged to meet his mate.
Always reliable, Jake was there, with his shaved scalp, denim jeans, braces and DMs, sitting alone on a park bench, in a quiet spot where they wouldn't attract attention.
"Hey, good to see you"
"Yo, man. Likewise"
They fist-bumped, as Dave sat beside him, offering a cigarette, which Jake took.
"Thanks, first fag of the day."
"Any time."
"You wanted to talk about something?"
"Yeah. But it just stays between us, right?"
"Sure, you know me. I wouldn't grass you up. You in trouble?"
"No, man, it ain't trouble. I'm just fucking sick of being married."
"Ah, that's trouble," they both laughed. "I can't bump-off your wife. That's more Don's department."
It hadn't been meant seriously, and Dave knew it.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that I like having a wife, and I love her, and all that, but my cock thinks different and wants more."
"As in?"
"It wants some fun that Angie doesn't need to know about."
"Gotcha. So where do I come into all this?"
"Well, how do you pull all those tarts? You're always shagging a new one?"
"Ah, well, the secret of success is to be bold and let them see you're interested. No point in being subtle. And if they don't want to know, don't lose your nerve, just laugh it off and move on to the next."
"It's as easy as that?"
"Pretty-much. What are you really looking for?"
"Something better than I'm getting at home. Like, a nympho that'll let me fuck her regularly, and take it in the ass, too. Do you know one?"
"I might. She owes me for some weed, but I could wave that if she'll do a favour for a mate."
"You're fucking awesome. Is she kinky?"
"You bet. How kinky do you want it?"
"I'm fucking open, mate."
"How about the two of us banging her together?"
"Fuck, yeah. I'm up for that. I've always wanted to share a dirty cunt."
"Then I'll see what I can do. I'll text you this afternoon and let you know if it's on."
Hours passed slowly, where Dave wandered around the town, stopping for a meal and coffee in a burger bar. He'd made his move and knew he was committed, as long as his friend delivered. Nevertheless, he was still nervous and nearly pissed himself when his phone started to bleep, as a text message arrived.
"All sorted. Meet me at my place ASAP. Jake."
"Thanks, mate. On my way. Dave."
Pushing the remainder of his meal to one side, Dave stood and walked-out into the High Street, heading in the direction of the Jake's parents' house. For once in his life he was an a roll, and he was determined to live the life, and enjoy it.
"Hey, fucker, you took your time." Jake slapped Dave on the back as he arrived.
"I had to walk two bastard miles to get here."
"If you'd said, I'd have picked you up in the car."
"Now you fucking tell me."
"OK, well, you're here now. It's all set-up. Her name's Chelsea, and she's fucking gagging for it."
"You're fucking awesome."
"Well, let's get round there before she changes her mind."
Chelsea Bennett lived in a tower block, ten minutes walk away. It wasn't in a posh area, by any means, but at least it wasn't a slum. Thankfully, the lift was working, even if it did stink of piss.
The corridor was pretty shabby, having not seen a lick of paint for twenty years, but at least it was free of nosy fuckers. Jake rang Chelsea's doorbell, and the door was opened by a shortish girl that must have been about a year younger than Dave. She was a tarty piece of work, with straw-coloured hair, big tits and a skirt so short it almost showed-off her box.
With a cheerful "Hi, come in," she stepped aside to let them enter.
Dave saw the flat was clean, even if the decor was a bit sparse, and the joss stick that was burning didn't quite cover-up the smell of weed.
In an instant, Jake's arm was around the girl's waist, pulling her towards him, with his other hand going straight down to her cunt. She giggled as he groped her.
"Fuck me, Chel, you're always the best. Her twat's fucking wet already, Dave."
She giggled.
"This is Dave, by the way."
She attempted to say `Hi', but didn't manage it, on account of Jake's tongue being forced into her mouth as he pushed her with her back to the wall, his hand rubbing forcefully between her legs. Dave could see that she was well-up for a session, and felt his cock erecting as he watched.
She unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it as Jake dropped to his knees, tugging down her panties, which had a noticeable wet patch on the crotch. Chelsea's pubes were completely shaved and Dave could clearly see her gash, which his mate opened with his thumbs before licking along its length.
"Don't just fucking stand there. Get her tits out."
Without needing to be told again, Dave moved forward, kissing Chelsea eagerly as he unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off to let her breasts free, while Jake buried his face in her cunt. After fondling them, he began to suck on her nipples, feeling them harden in response to the attention they were getting. Between them, the lads had stripped her naked.
Standing, Jake elbowed his friend aside and opened his pants, easing his white boxer-briefs down. Taking his throbbing seven-inch, uncut cock in one hand, he shoved it into her cunt-hole in one thrust.
Dave watched with fascination. He'd seen most of his mates' cocks before, when they were pissing, but he'd never seen any of them erect. Now he was actually watching Jake bang this horny tart. It was fucking hot.
With the girl pressed against the wall, Jake held her by the shoulders, slamming his cock into her while she squealed with pleasure.
"Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, fuck me."
"Oh you fucking dirty bitch. You fucking dirty bitch."
After a while, he pulled-out, his cock glistening with cunt juices and nodded to Dave.
"Your turn, mate. Dip your fucking wick."
Dave lost no time in pulling his pants down, setting his cock and balls free. Drawing back his foreskin, he faced the girl, lining his bell-end up with her gaping cunt hole, and shoved it in hard. With one hand round her shoulder, he pulled himself close, kissing with plenty of tongue as he gave her thrust after thrust. God, her twat felt so good. Angie's was great when he could get it, but this was so much fucking better.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jake had undressed and was on his knees, closely watching him shaft her, and he was wanking.
"Fuck her, mate. Fuck the dirty cunt. She's on-heat."
Suddenly, Dave felt Jake grab his balls. "Oh, fuck, the pervy little bastard's licking me bollocks," he thought. He hadn't had any sexual contact with a guy before, but he was too excited to fucking care, and in the heat of the moment, it felt awesome. As Dave slammed his cock in harder and faster, Chelsea's cunt made obscene glugging noises, until he pulled back too far and it slipped out. At that point, Jake grabbed it and took a suck on Dave's knob before standing and insisting that he wanted another turn.
Holding her head in both hands, Jake kissed her, taking her tongue into his mouth, stopping just long enough to say "Help me get my fucking dick in her." Dave was surprised, and maybe a little shocked, but reached down, taking his mate's boner in his hand and guiding it into the girl's twat. It was a strange feeling, handling somebody else's cock, but it somehow felt kind of good.
In an instant, Jake was fucking her like a demon, again, kissing her as he did so. Turning the girl side-on to the wall, he held her and said "Stick it up her ass. Let's dp her."
"Fucking Hell," Dave thought. "I've always wanted to ass-fuck a girl and Angie wouldn't even consider it."
Running his hand under Chelsea's cunt, he soaked his finger with her juices, touching the base of Jake's cock-shaft as he did it. With his foreskin rolled back, Dave ran his wet hand over his cock, lubing it, then put the head to the girl's ass-hole. A firm push and her hole stretched wide as his knob penetrated her, with the shaft sliding in behind it. It was tight, so fucking tight around his cock. He began to fuck her, feeling her ass-cheeks pressing into his groin.
"Go on, mate," Jake urged him, countering Dave's thrusts with his own. "She's fucking desperate for it. She don't want fucking love-making from you, she wants buggery."
Dave reached-out, wrapping his long arms around Chelsea to hold Jake tightly under the armpits, squeezing her between the two of them as they frantically pounded her cunt and ass. She was the first to orgasm, followed closely by Dave, and finally Jake shot his load inside her too.
As they withdrew their wilting cocks, Chelsea kissed them both, saying "Thanks, guys. I fucking needed that."
"Glad to hear it, because Dave, here, needs to get his wang wet more often."
She nodded, disappearing into the bathroom, to clean-up, leaving the lads standing, facing one another.
"I fucking owe you, mate," said Dave.
Instead of answering, Jake unexpectedly stepped forward, flung his arms around his friend and thrust his tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately, without Dave having time to think about what he was doing.
"Wow, fuck. Didn't know you were into guys."
Jake laughed. "Ease-up, man. You didn't say `no' when I sucked your knob, and I'll bet you liked holding my dick, too."
"Well, I ..."
"You know you did, mate. You're a dirty, horny fucker, like me. Live the life and do what you like, not what other people tell you."
"I'll think about it. What got you into it."
Jake laughed. "My brother taught me to suck his knob, and fuck. When we can't find a willing cunt, we do one another."
"Jeez, you and Phil? Wow, that's fucking pervy."
"Yeah, great innit? Some of the lads do it with us, too. We just don't tell ass-holes, like Don."
"Well, like I said, I'll think about it."
"You do that. I reckon next time you see me you'll be wanting to suck my bell-end."
"We'll see."
"OK, come on, get your kit back on. Now we've shagged her there's no point in staying."