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)
21-May-2022
The evening passed slowly, too slowly, and Dave was getting annoyed that he could hardly hear the TV, with those two women constantly nattering together. By the time they'd gone off to bed, leaving him to sleep on the sofa, he was well and truly pissed-off, and any pangs of guilt he'd had about being unfaithful were long-forgotten.
Dreams came, during the night; fantastic, filthy, sexual dreams that boned him-up, leaking loads of pre-cum into his boxers. Waking, with an erection, as dawn broke, he knew what he intended to do.
A piss, a quick shower, plus some clean underwear, and he was out of the house before the women were even awake. Within half an hour, Dave was sitting in the café, drinking coffee and eating a decent fried breakfast. This was a welcome contrast to the healthy crap Angie kept encouraging him to eat. Hell, if food hadn't once ran around in a field, living a happy life, it wasn't worth eating.
Having finished his meal, Dave grabbed his phone and sent a message to Jake.
"Can we hang-out at your place?"
A mind-numbing twenty minutes passed before a response arrived.
"Sure, come on round."
When Jake opened the door, ushering Dave in, the house was quiet, as if no one else were at home.
"I knew you'd come round today."
Instead of answering him, Dave took a pace forward, grabbed Jake and kissed him, squeezing a handful of ass as he did so. Within seconds, he had Jake's pants open, shoving a hand down under the waistband of his underwear and clasping it around his cock.
"I knew you'd want it." Jake kissed him back.
"Never thought I would, but you wouldn't believe the fucking dreams I had about you, last night."
"I hope they were filthy." He kissed him again.
"Fuck, yeah. Perverse"
Seconds later they were eagerly pulling one another's clothes off, as far as was possible with Dave still wearing his Doctor Martens boots. Being at home, Jake wasn't wearing his yet, and was soon stripped naked. Grabbing Dave, he manhandled him to the sofa, pushing him flat on his back on the artificial leather cushions. Taking his mate's cock in his hand, he pulled the foreskin back and slurped greedily, licking around his piss-hole and loving the flavour, before going down on it.
Pausing to take a breath, Jake gasped, "Jeez, you'll never know how much I wanted a suck on your cock, all the time I've known you."
"You should have told me."
"You'd have fucking decked me."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't know you were a good cock-sucker, back then."
Jake laughed, then went right down on him, taking Dave's cock down his throat until his lips were around the base. Dave grabbed his mate's head in both hands and started pushing it up and down, amazed that the lad wasn't gagging. Not wanting to blow his load too early, he lifted Jake's head from his cock, looked him in the eyes and kissed him again.
Sitting the lad next to him on the sofa, Dave took hold of his mate's cock, his hands trembling as they touched it. It was as if a bolt of electricity had shot through his body. Jake sat back, with his legs open, as Dave wanked him, then started to urge him, "Go on, do it. You know you want to."
Dave looked at the stiff, throbbing cock then slowly bent to lick some pre-cum from it. After taking a deep breath, he grasped the nettle and went for it, sucking on the head a little. To his surprise, he didn't just like it, he fucking loved it.
"That's it, suck me. Suck my fucking prick."
He tried to take it down his throat, but started to gag and thought better of it.
"That takes a while to learn. Stick a finger up me bum."
Dave was intent on sucking, but took a moment to lick his finger and slide it into Jake's ass, with the finger-tip rubbing his prostate.
"Jeez, I fucking love that."
"You bet he fucking does." It was a third voice; the voice of Jake's brother, Phil.
It was quite a shock to Dave, who hadn't thought anyone else was at home, and he quickly stopped sucking, forgetting that Jake was still impaled on his finger. Of course, Jake had told him, yesterday, that him and Phil had "done stuff together," but being caught sucking a dick was still a wake-up call.
"Phil."
He walked in, wearing a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger briefs that had a piss stain on the front, and sat next to the lads, on the sofa.
"Don't mind me, guys."
He opened the front of his briefs, pulled his cock out and started stroking as he watched them.
"Fuck me, Phil, you ain't half got some cock on you," Dave blurted, when he saw what Jake's brother was packing.
"Eight and a half, mate. Me bollocks are pretty big, too."
"Some fuckers get all the luck," Jake groaned.
"Have a feel, if you want."
As he sucked on Jake's cock and fingered him with one hand, Dave clasped Phil's cock with the other, holding it at the base. When he came-up for air, he was surprised and excited to see Jake bend forward, taking his brother's bell-end in his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, suck on it. He sucks cock like a Brick Lane prossie. Taught him meself."
Dave had no idea at what age they had developed such skills, and preferred not to ask. He was amazed that his mate could take a cock that size down his throat until his face was nestled in Phil's piss-stained underpants.
But Jake had ideas of his own, as he stopped sucking and pulled Phil's briefs off, rolling him onto his back and pushing his legs up to his chest.
"Go for his ass, Dave. Bum him. There's some lube on the coffee table."
Dave hesitated. He was the same age as Phil, and weight for weight they were equally-matched, but taking him the ass while his brother held him down was another matter. The twat might get fucking violent.
"Will you get a bastard bloody move-on. Are you gonna shag my ass or not? Today'll do."
That changed the game completely. The dirty fucker actually wanted a bone buried in his backyard. Dave grabbed the lube and squeezed it all over his cock, then dived on top of Phil, pressing his knob hard against his mate's ass-hole. With Phil's knees bent over his shoulders, Dave leaned forward and shoved his cock in hard.
Yesterday's session had been mind-blowing, but this was something in another league; he was actually about to fuck one of his mates. There was something so filthy and perverse about it that gave him a huge thrill. Without hesitation, Dave started to thrust, forcing his weight down until Phil's knees were pressed close to his chest and their noses almost touched, he slammed his cock in repeatedly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jake wanking himself like crazy.
Phil was almost shouting with pleasure. "Ram it in, you fucker. Shag me hard, you fucking pussy."
Dave shoved a hand over the lad's mouth and fucked him even harder, with his ball-sack slapping loudly against him. Suddenly, he felt the sap rising from his balls, having gone past the point of no return and, with a growl, he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into his mate's ass.
Jake helped Dave off of his brother, who sat-up, clapping them both on the shoulder.
"That was some fuck, man. Had you really not done another guy before?"
"First time I ever thought of it was yesterday, when I had a quick fumble with Jake."
"Well, you're fucking good. But if you wanna get well-in with us, there's still something you gotta do."
"What's that?"
Instead of answering, Phil grabbed Dave by the shoulders, forcing him face-down while Jake roughly took-hold of his legs, dragging him so that he was bent over the arm of the sofa, with his feet on the floor and his head in Phil's lap.
"Hey, wait, hang-on."
"Lube the fucker up, bro."
Before Dave could raise any objection, he felt two thumbs parting his ass-cheeks, spreading them wide, with Jake's tongue running around his ass-hole, probing it. He'd never been rimmed before, and had to admit it was fucking awesome.
In went a lubed finger, then two, slowly working away, giving him a completely type of sexual pleasure. Then came Jake's cock, rock-solid and lubed, pressing firmly against his hole. At first it hurt a little, and he flinched.
"Jeez, that fucking hurt. I'm not sure I wanna ..."
"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, or it'll be me fucking you instead of him. Stop tensing your ass and it won't hurt."
Dave let his muscles go limp, and sure enough the cock sank in without any further pain. He felt Phil stroking the top of his head, with the palm of his hand..
"There, told you. Lick my nut-sack while he fucks you." He forced Dave's face down into his balls and Dave began to lick as Jake started to thrust. It felt weird, at first, but somehow good. Did he want it to stop? No.
"He's a fucking tight bastard, bro. Feels like it's choking my cock."
"Bang the fucker. If he wants sessions with us, he's gonna have to learn to take a load."
Dave grabbed Phil's cock, and started licking up the shaft and around the bell-end. He did want more sessions with the brothers.
"I'm gonna fucking cum." Jake grabbed Dave's hips and slammed his cock in hard, several times. Dave could feel the lad's hot, wet cum spurting inside him.
"Bleeding fuck," Jake had collapsed on top of Dave and was pinning him down with the weight of his body, idly licking the back of his neck. "That was some fuck."
Phil was lubing his dick and didn't wait for his brother to recover. Jumping-up, he grabbed Jake and pushed him to his knees, on the carpet. Dave stroked his cock as he watched Phil's great, thick erection sliding effortlessly into the lad's ass. There was no waiting for him to get used to it, as Phil began to fuck straight away, giving good hard strokes, with his low-hanging balls slapping loudly.
Jake was excitedly pleading, "Please, please don't stop. Fuck me harder, bro." Each time Phil thrust in, Jake would push his ass back hard, sending him in even deeper.
Suddenly Phil pulled right out, grabbing his brother in an arm lock. "You want it? You fucking want it?"
"I want it."
"Tell me you fucking want it."
"I fucking want it."
He slapped the lad hard on the ass, five times, then sank his cock back in, force-fucking like a madman while Jake begged for more.
Dave was wanking like hell. These guys had obviously been bumming one another for years. He was watching incest and it was a huge turn-on. Unable to hold-back any more, he knelt in front of the pair and tossed himself off into Jake's open mouth.
With a roar, Phil unloaded into his brother's ass, dripping sweat all over his back. It was his first cum of the day and he'd needed it so badly.
Compared to sex with Angie, a whole new world had opened for Dave, and he was determined to live the life and enjoy more and more hot sessions.