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)
27-May-2022
After a mind-numbing evening, where Angie's sister rabbited-on about her holiday in Swansea, which Dave attempted to live through with the aid of a good dose of whisky, came the next morning's equally miserable shopping expedition. Why couldn't women just buy things, like a man would? Impossible, of course, as the two witches had to debate the price of every item, and where it would be cheaper, or better, or cheaper and better. It was doing Dave's fucking head in, but if he survived it there could be no reasonable objection to him going off with his mates for the afternoon.
After a walk home, where Dave seemed to be there as a pack-horse, overloaded with heavy carrier bags, and then a meal cooked with Angie's usual bland ingredients, he was finally free to do what he wanted, and waited anxiously.
Hallelujah, the phone was buzzing, in his pocket. He'd set it to do that, partly so the girls wouldn't hear it, and mainly because of the thrill the vibrations delivered to his bollocks. It was the expected message from Rat-ass, telling him to come to the old cricket pavilion, pronto. Dave was off like a shot.
The old cricket pavilion stood on land that had been fenced-off long ago, when long-forgotten mine-workings had opened a couple of sink-holes, causing the pitch to be considered unsafe for future use. The pavilion was still standing, but had been more or less forgotten, on account of the dense brambles and hawthorn trees that had grown around it. Unknown to anyone, a gang of chavs, with the aid of some pruning shears, had cut a passage through to it, and adopted it as their hang-out.
"Hey Rat. Great to see you."
"Dave. How's it hanging?"
"It's getting fucking harder by the minute." He let the young chav grope him.
"Nice one. I hope it's leaking into them Calvins."
"You bet, and I blew my load down the front of them, last night, as a bonus for you."
"Fucking awesome. Get yourself through that hole in the fence."
Pulling the wire open a little, Dave eased himself through, followed by Rat-ass, who negotiated a route through the bushes.
"OK, this is where we hang-out. Keep quiet about it, and how to get in."
He pulled a mass of brambles to one side, revealing a narrow passage that they could ease themselves through without getting cut to pieces by the hawthorns. It opened close to the door of the abandoned pavilion, and voices could be heard coming from within.
"OK, they're expecting you. Come-in behind me." Rat-ass entered the doorway.
Once inside, Dave could see they were in a room that was brightly lit from skylights, and it looked like the roof was still sound. There was graffiti sprayed here and there, but for the most part the place wasn't in bad nick. Sitting on the leather chairs and couch that had been left when the place was abandoned were a number of chavs. Dave recognised some of them, as local car-thieves and shop-lifters. He could see the full detritus of the estate was here; genuine council scum. His cock swelled a little.
There were seven lads and four girls, plus Rat-ass and Callum, who had a girl on his lap.
Across the room was Kyle Porter, sitting on the couch; a fucking toe-rag that lived three doors down the road from Jake and Phil. He was bending forward to suck Callum's dick. Also present was Malcolm Archer, a notorious scumbag. The dirty fucker had just pulled his older sister's bra off and was sucking her tits as she giggled.
Bev Archer was well-known as a slag, back when she was at school. Fuck, that was her other brother, Luke, feeling-up her cunt. He'd heard rumours, back at school that the two of them got it on together, but had thought it was all bullshit, at the time.
Nathan Monk was sitting on one of the leather chairs, leaning back, jogging bottoms and boxers round his ankles, wanking himself with one hand and holding his balls with the other.
Hell, there was Kirsty James, and Kev Burton, her boyfriend, was kneeling between her open legs, munching on her cunt while she was sucking on Sean Morris's prick. He was standing there with his pants pulled down below his ass, feeding it to her.
Jeez, Chantelle Ford was with them too. She was a gobby piece of work that gave Dave a mouthful when he was ogling at her ass, once, in the street. He'd wanted to put her over the fence, there and then, and take her hard in the ass. Now she was sitting there, with her legs wide-open, masturbating with a beer bottle.
Everything went silent, as they stared at the new arrivals, until Rat-ass spoke-up.
"Yo, guys. Told you I'd bring a fit guy, didn't I?"
There was a continued silence, which made Dave realise that maybe the others weren't so welcoming.
Finally, one of them spoke-up, he recognised him as Wayne Evans, apparently the mouth of the group.
"What the Fuck, Rat? You didn't say it was a fucking skin." A murmur of discontent passed around the room.
"It's OK, he's a mate."
"Since when did you have skinhead mates?"
Dave thought it best to say something. "Hey guys. It's not his fault. I asked him to bring me."
"And you are?"
"Call me Dave. I'm not here for aggro."
Another voice spoke-up. "Rat's right, he's OK. I sucked his knob yesterday and he fucked me." It was Callum.
"Is that right?"
Wayne stood up. Some of the chavs were dressed in tasteless shit, but this one had some style about him. He was about six feet tall, fit, and wearing blue tracky bottoms, a black sleeveless tee-shirt, white trainers, a gold chain, and a baseball cap. Walking over to where Dave was standing, he circled around him, as if making an inspection.
"So, Dave, you like chav ass, do you?"
"Fuck, yeah. Got me eye on yours." Dave wasn't going to let this tosser intimidate him, even if he fancied him like hell.
"We'll see about that. Sounds like you just want to dip your wick and it's all for your own pleasure."
Rat-ass spoke-up. "That's not true. He let me fuck him."
"Interesting," Wayne pondered. "And what would you do for us?"
"Try me."
Wayne was just behind him by then, and wrapping one arm around him, slowly slipped a hand down into the front of Dave's 501s, making his cock spring to life.
"Not bad," he nodded, as he fondled Dave's cock.
Dave turned, grabbing the chav and thrust his tongue into the lad's mouth.
"I think you fucking liked that."
"Why so?" Wayne asked.
"The bulge in your trackies."
There was a lot of laughter from the others. At first, Wayne stared at Dave, then burst-out laughing, clapping him on the shoulder.
"So it's true, you like chavs?"
"Fuck, yeah. Have you never fancied boning a skinhead?"
"You may have a point. OK, you wanna hang-out with us?"
"Yeah, and I can keep me gob shut about it, too."
"Prove it. Get your kit off."
It took a while for Dave to get his boots off, but the rest of his gear soon followed, until he was just standing there in his black Calvins.
"Oh, looks like you've spunked in them a few times."
"A gift for a friend." He pulled them off and tossed them to Rat-ass, who caught them and put them in his pocket, smiling.
Dave's stood there, completely naked, with his arms folded and his cock fully-erect. Wayne gave it a couple of strokes then said "OK, Ashleigh, over here."
A shortish eighteen year-old chav girl, sitting on Callum's lap, stood and came over to them. Dave said "Hi."
"This is Callum's girlfriend, Ashleigh. Let's see you fuck her."
"Is that OK with Callum?"
"That's not the way we do things, here." Wayne's voice was friendlier now. "The lads have girlfriends, but if the girls wanna hang-out with the group, they're communal property. We all get to use them."
"I can live with that." Dave looked at Callum, who nodded to show he was fine with it, while Ashleigh began to get naked. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her to the floor, sinking his cock into her cunt as the others watched.
"Fuck, your knob's big," Ashleigh groaned as he penetrated her, but she was well-used to cock and took it like a trooper, all the way in. Wrapping his arms around the girl, and holding her tightly, Dave fucked for all he was worth. She was bound to cum before he did, and that was all he wanted. It was a show put-on to impress Wayne and his mates.
Soon, she was panting and groaning from her orgasm, as Dave pulled his cock free. Looking across at Callum, he could see the dirty little bastard was wanking as he watched his girlfriend getting screwed. A few of the lads were rubbing themselves through their trackies, too. Rising to his feet, he was congratulated by Wayne.
"I reckon we like you after all."
The atmosphere within the room changed to one of joviality, as they all started talking again, and Dave began to feel at ease among them.
Rat-ass smiled when Wayne turned to give him a high-five. He was already dropping his pants, to sink his cock into his brother's girlfriend, who was now on all-fours, presenting her cunt to him. It was pretty obvious, from the way he took her, that he was no stranger to fucking her.
As Dave watched, he felt a body press hard against him, from behind. It was Wayne, who had stripped down to his blue Lonsdale briefs and was dry-humping him. The skinhead turned to see him grinning, and tried to get him in a headlock, but the lad was too quick for him and tried to trip him in a judo throw. They both laughed, as Dave countered it by lounging forward with his body, grabbing Wayne and dragging them both to the floor where they wrestled. Eventually, Dave had the chav pinned-down under him, groping him through his underpants, which were wet with pre-cum, before tugging them off.
"Fucking nice cock, chav." It was seven and a half inches long, pretty thick, and uncut. Dave began to wank him, slowly.
"Want it in your ass, do you?"
"That ain't such a bad idea. Jeez, you got some fucking bush on you." He ran his fingers through the lad's thick, black pubic hair. "My misses hasn't got that much on her cunt."
"You're the fucking cuntboy, here."
Dave laughed. He was beginning to like the lad. "In your dreams. But I reckon we both wanna suck one another's cocks."
"Fuck, yeah."
Grabbing Wayne's leaky cock, he yanked the foreskin back and had a good suck on the head, loving the flavour, while shifting down to let the other lad go to work on his groin.
"Lick her cunt juice from me bollocks, man." The chav responded by running his tongue all over them, up the shaft and finally sucked on Dave's knob. They stayed in a 69 for ten minutes, pleasuring one another, until Dave rolled-off and moved to lay facing the chav, stroking his shaggy black hair.
Wayne was no longer at all hostile. They'd somehow bonded.
"I've seen you around the estate for years. To think all that time, we could have been bumming one another," Wayne remarked.
"Only just got into it, me. But we can set something up, from now on."
"You bet. I've always wanted to be fucked by a skin."
"Then now's as good a time as any."
He turned-over onto his belly, opening his legs to let Dave rim him before spitting into his ass-hole. That lubed it enough to let the skinhead enter him and slide in.
Wayne couldn't get enough of it. He was gasping and begging to be fucked harder, and naturally, Dave obliged, with his heavy balls slapping against the lad's ass, which Wayne was excitedly thrusting back at him. The pair were well-fucking turned-on.
"You're too fucking good to waste, mate. I'm gonna give you me load."
"Go for it, dude. Spunk in me ass. I wanna feel you cumming."
Dave force-fucked him for all he was worth, then let out a loud yell of pleasure as he pumped cum into the lad's back-passage.
They lay there for a while, both exhausted, until Dave's cock slipped free, allowing Wayne to roll onto his back, kissing him with plenty of tongue.
"That was the fuck of a lifetime."
"Well, you don't wanna lose-face in front of your mates. You better be seen to fuck me, too."
"Plenty of time. We're pretty free and easy here. I do fancy your ass, though."
They helped one another to their feet and hugged before turning to look at the couch, where Callum was busy fucking Kirsty from behind while she sucked on Kev's cock. But Dave was more interested in Chantelle and her beer bottle, as she frigged her cunt with it.
"I've always wanted her ass."
"Take it," said Wayne. "She's for the use of the group, and it looks like you're in." He crossed the room, to stand beside her chair, groping her tits while Dave took-hold of the bottle and began to fuck her with it. The dirty bitch was moaning with pleasure and her cunt was dripping. He put the bottle down and went at her slit with his tongue.
It wasn't long before the girl was writhing around, struggling, though not in an attempt to escape their attention. Wayne yanked her to her feet, sinking his cock into her twat, while Dave thrust his thumb up her ass. She giggled, wrapping her legs around Wayne's waist, letting him bounce her on his cock.
After giving her the thumb's-up for a while, Dave was intent on satisfying his lust, now he was fully erect again. Spreading her ass-cheeks wide, he drove his knob into the hole he'd wanted for years. It stretched easily around his cock, which was pretty damn thick, making it obvious she was no anal virgin. His cock sank in all the way, and it felt so fucking good. Gabbing her, he went for it, enjoying the perverse satisfaction of boning the ass he'd wanted for so long.
Dave could even feel Wayne's hard cock moving inside her. She was loving it, bucking and gasping with delight, as the two lads shafted her in both holes, until she finally gave-way to an orgasm. It was pretty obvious that he was probably in with a promise to screw her again in future sessions.
He gazed across to Malcolm Archer, who was shagging his own sister's cunt, while his brother, Luke, stood beside them, slapping her ass now and then. Dirty fucker was really going at it, they must have been boning one another for years. Malcolm saw him looking, and gave him the thumbs-up sign. Dave pulled-out of the chav bird's ass and wandered over to them.
"Fucking hot, man. How did you talk her into letting you shag her?"
"I didn't. She's a fucking horny bitch, and one day she came-on to me."
"Jeez, I wish I had a sister."
"After I'd been knobbing her for a year, Luke walked in on us, and we had to let him have a go."
As Malcolm pulled-out of his sister's cunt, Luke nodded to Dave and slid his cock in, taking-over fucking her, while Malcolm stood with his arm round Dave's shoulder.
"Once we started sharing her, he got me interested in his cock, and we've never looked back."
"You lucky fucker. You got a decent cock yourself. Wouldn't mind a taste of it."
Malcolm grinned. "All yours, mate. It's got her cunt all over it."
He was right, as Dave found when he licked around the lad's knob, which tasted strongly of cunt Bev's juices. To add to the flavour, there was plenty of pre-cum leaking from his piss-hole.
"You like it, Dave?"
"Fucking love it, mate. Can't get enough."
Tell you what, let's both get down and lick their best bits while they're humping.
They eased themselves under the couple, who were fucking, doggy-style, and began to lick. While Malcolm ran his tongue over Bev's clit, Dave was licking around Luke's nut-sack, sucking first on one ball, then the other.
"You got fucking big nads, Luke."
"Grew them meself." He laughed at his own joke.
They moved around, with Dave licking under Bev's cunt, and around Luke's cock-shaft. As he lapped-up her cunt juice, he tasted something salty.
"Oh, you dirty cunt. The fucker just took a piss in her box."
Hot, steaming piss covered Dave's face, each time Luke's cock thrust deep her twat, sending him crazy with sexual excitement. He drank what he could catch in his mouth.
"Lay under her," Malcolm urged him.
Dave slid all the way under Bev, who responded by lowering herself onto him, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Luke pulled his cock out of her cunt, letting Malcolm press Dave's against it, easing both into her gaping hole. It was quite a squeeze, but she had a cunt-hole like a fucking railway tunnel, and it stretched wide around their knobs. She eased herself onto them, taking both cocks all the way in, together.
Slowly, they started fucking, which was at first awkward, but with the lads thrusting together and Bev pushing her box back at them, they soon got into a good routine. The taste of piss, in his mouth, the squeals from Bev, and the feel of Luke's erection, throbbing against his own and sliding over it a little, was driving Dave wild. The shear perversity of it all drove him on, making him want more and more.
When Luke grunted, and shot his load next to Dave's knob, it pushed him too far, causing him to ejaculate, too. They all lay there for a while, with Dave trapped underneath, until they had recovered some energy and all stood, hugging one another.
"I never thought we'd get a skin here. Fucking amazing." The voice came from behind him, causing Dave to turn, coming face to face with Sean Morris, and he was fucking fit. He was standing there wearing nothing but his white Tommy Hilfiger boxer-briefs, with his cock and balls hanging out of the front. The dirty bastard had kept them on while he was fucking Ashleigh, and they were soaked with her cunt juices and some of her piss.
"There's a first for everything."
"I always fancied you when we was at school. Didn't dare tell you, though."
"Back then, I'd have knocked seven different colours of fucking shit out of you, but I'm different now."
Dave took Sean's cock in his hand, feeling it erecting to its full seven inches as he fondled it. The chav smiled, reaching down to play with Dave's foreskin, drawing it up and down over his knob.
"You wouldn't fucking believe how I used to want a taste of your prick."
"Then now's your chance."
Sean crouched in front of the skinhead, licking his piss-hole. It was mostly soft until the lad started sucking, but soon grew hard in his mouth. He sucked for a while, then stood and asked "Wanna do mine?"
"Damn right I do."
As Dave was about to take a suck on Sean's cock, there was a laugh from behind him, and he was grabbed in a arm-lock.
"Time I got me end away." It was Wayne.
Before he knew it, Sean had disappeared to one side, taken off his sodden underpants and they were suddenly pulled over Dave's head, like a wet mask. He was pushed to his knees, knowing Wayne's cock was about to enter his ass, and eagerly awaited it. Penetration came almost instantly, as the girthy cock slid in, making the skinhead gasp with pleasure. At the same time, Sean slid his cock into Dave's mouth, through the hole in the front of his underwear and began to head-fuck him. He could hear voices around him cheering as he was fucked from both ends.
"Drink my fucking load," Sean shouted as he ejaculated, clasping his arms around Dave's head and flooding his gob with cum. Dave gulped, swallowing repeatedly.
As soon as Sean pulled-out, another cock was thrust into Dave's mouth. It was smaller and belonged to Nathan Monk.
"Suck me knob, skin. Get the fucker down your throat." He'd been edging for the past hour, and didn't take long to cum.
Then came Wayne's cry of triumph as he sent spurt after spurt of cum into the skinhead's ass. Dave felt like a real pig, and he loved it.
Exhausted from their activities, Wayne and Dave moved to the sofa, where they spent some time kissing and cuddling. Strangely, the two really had bonded.
"Will you come back and see us again?" It was almost a plea.
"You bet I will. It's fucking blown my mind. We could get together, on our own, too."
"I'll give you me number."
"OK, here's mine. I'm married though, so if the wife's around I gotta watch what I say, or do it with text."
"Gotcha."
Dave's sex-life had made a great quantum leap, today, and there was a promise of much more in the future. He intended to live the life and enjoy it to the full.