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)

26-May-2022


Living the Life: Part 4 - A Trip to the Bogs


There was a quiet bleep from Dave Talbot's phone as a text message arrived in response to the one he'd sent a few minutes ago that had said "Hey, me bollocks are killing me. I need me knob sucked, ASAP."

He read the message. "OK, see you in the station bogs."

Grabbing his black bomber jacket, Dave left the house, heading for the railway station. Luckily, it didn't take long to walk there, and he arrived at a time when it wasn't crowded. At the other end of the platform, a lad in a cheap tracksuit and baseball cap saw him arrive, and headed for the toilets. Dave followed behind.

The station toilets were built in Victorian times and may have been cleaned once or twice, since. Facing the urinals, where a shortish lad was pissing, was a row of toilet cubicles. Rat-ass slipped into the one at the far end, leaving the door open for Dave to enter. The white glazed bricks and wooden partition were covered in sexual graffiti, phone numbers, and loads of tacky Biro drawings of lads fucking and sucking.

"It's like the fucking Sistine Chapel." Dave groaned.

"Niffs a bit, too, dunnit?"

"Oscar Wilde's phone number's probably still on the fucking wall."

"It gets busy in here, some nights."

Before they could close the door, the lad that had been standing at the urinals pushed-in behind them. He was wearing grey jogging bottoms, a cheap blue tracksuit top, trainers and a hideous plaid Burberry cap.

"What the fuck?" Dave turned, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall, with his feet dangling two feet from the floor.

"It's OK," Rat-ass told him. "He's my brother, Callum. He likes sucking-off guys here with me."

"Oh, sorry, mate." Dave nodded, to the lad, lowering him to the ground. Another chav wasn't something to turn-down.

"Fuck, he's fit, Kieran."

"Kieran?" Dave raised an eyebrow.

"For the fuckteenth time. I've told you not to call me that."

"Sorry, Rat."

"Never mind, get his dick out."

Eighteen year-old Callum sat on the toilet seat and opened the button's on Dave's 501s, pulling them down to knee-level, with his Calvins. The lad's eyes lit-up as he gazed the cock in front of him, slipping back the foreskin to let a stream of pre-cum drip from its piss-hole. Without needing to be asked, he licked all-over the head and took it in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Dave was french-kissing Rat-ass, with a hand thrust down the front of the lad's underwear, grabbing a handful of cock. The chav responded by pulling his pants down to set it free. Callum took a cock in each hand, sucking on one, then the other, and rubbing their piss-holes together.

"Your bro's a fucking good cocksucker."

"Taught him how to do it. He can't get enough."

"You did good, he's a pro."

"You can fuck him, if you want."

"Bloody great. I suppose you taught him that, too?" Rat-ass grinned back at him.

Hoisting Callum to his feet, Dave yanked the lad's jogging bottoms down, setting his five-inch uncut cock free, and running a hand over it. He bent to suck on it for a moment, then turned Callum to face the toilet, pushed him over it and sank his cock into the lad's ass.

"Oh, he's fucking great." He was in deep, thrusting eagerly.

Rat-ass spat on his own cock-end and eased it into Dave's ass, giving it a few good thrusts. He was pleased that the skinhead had wanted them to become fuck-buddies, as skins turned him on big-time. Of course, he'd been getting plenty of cock from Dan and his mates, but this was more personal.

"You've got a great ass too, Dave."

"Thanks. You've done well. Chavs turn me on like fuck, and I didn't expect two of you."

"You like chavs that much."

"Fuck, yeah."

"We hang-out with our mates, from the estate. I could take you along, some time."

"They're chavs?"

"Yeah. We're all genuine council scum."

"Oh, fuck yeah, I'm up for it. I'm gonna blow in this fucker's ass." Dave shot his load, with some force.

"Turn him round and suck him off. He likes that."

Dave pulled-out, turning Callum to face him, lifting him onto the toilet seat, and bent forward to lick around his cock and balls. Drawing back the foreskin, he licked eagerly at the piss-hole, savouring the taste of pre-cum.

"Jeez, suck me. Suck me knob. I wanna cum so bad." Callum was wildly sexually excited by the idea of being serviced by a skinhead.

Without hesitation, Dave began to gobble the lad, first sucking on his cock-head, then realising he could get the whole five-inches in his mouth without gagging.

"He's only got a small one, and he cums quick, but once he's shot-off he's soon up and ready for another go."

There was a gasp from Callum, as he pumped his load into Dave's mouth. Dave straightened-up a bit and kissed him, sharing it. As he did so, he felt Rat-ass's cock spasm, and spurt deep inside him.

"That was fucking great," said Callum, standing once more and pulling his pants up.

"I need a fucking piss." Dave pointed his cock at the bog.

"Me too," said Rat-ass.

Standing between them, Callum took a cock in each hand and watched closely as steaming piss gushed from them, giving them a shake when they'd finished. Then, without being asked, he dropped to his knees and licked each cock clean before rolling their foreskins forward.

"You fucking dirty cunt," Dave laughed, looking down at Rat-ass's underwear. "You're still wearing them filthy grey Tommy's from yesterday."

"I always wear them for at least a week, and I sniff them while I'm having a wank."

"Fucking awesome, mate." Dave bent forward, buried his face in the material and took a long sniff. "Fucking ripe. I'm gonna put another spunk stain on them."

Rat-ass grabbed Callum and started kissing him, while Dave began to masturbate, pointing his cock at the grey material covering the chav's groin. It wasn't long before the skinhead felt cum rising from his balls again, and was pushed past the point of no return when he saw Rat-ass fondling his brother's cock. With a groan, he spunked all over the front of Rat's briefs.

"There's another one for the collection."

"Thanks, dude."

"When can I meet your mates?"

Rat-ass paused for thought. "We're hanging-out tomorrow afternoon."

"Cheers, mate. You too, Callum. I won't forget it."

"Well, you could do something for us."

"Name it, Rat."

"Give us a pair of your Calvins so we can wank with them." He looked at his brother, who nodded enthusiastically. They would get a thrill from wanking into a skinhead's underwear, each night.

"I'll keep these on until I see you tomorrow, then you can have them. Send me a text when you're ready to meet."

After hugging them both, he put his clothing back in order and slipped out onto the platform, heading for home. If the lads kept their promise, he was going to be in for a great adventure.