Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 09:10:34 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Skinhead Lovers 10/16 (rural)

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SKINHEAD LOVERS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on August 28, 1998
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SKINHEAD LOVERS" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 10 - LOVE

Sean held Jeremy in a loose embrace looking into his eyes searchingly.

"Jerry, my Jerry... sure you can be in love with more than one person.
You have such a capacity to love. Just because our society teaches us
that there can only be love in monogamy, doesn't make it right. I love
you Jerry, I love you so much, and you love me, so, where is the
problem?"

"But Derek, and Mark... I'm not sure I can give them up. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not asking you to give them up Jerry! If you love them, you can
stay as their friend and lover, but be my lover, please. I need you."

"You need me? What can I give you?"

"Your love, your body... the two most two precious things. They are far
more precious than a mere time piece.Ó he said gently feeling between
Jeremy's legs.

Jeremy was instantly aroused. "Kiss me Sean, please?" he panted.

Their lips met, uniting in a long, passionate, wonderful giving of each
other.

Sean again asked, "Be my lover, please..."

"I would... I will... but... wouldn't you be jealous? Wouldn't it hurt
you knowing that I'm having sex with your brother and Mark as well?"

"Jealous? Hurt? Me? No, no my love. I'd be just happy about it if they
make you happy. You would make me happy if you cared for me and loved
me. Please, please... tell me yes..."

"Yes..." Jeremy whispered.

Sean embraced him again, but stronger this time covering his face with
kisses. He whispered, "I'm really the happiest man in the world. Will
you be mine tonight? Will you make me yours?"

"Yes... but we have to tell the others."

"Of course, love. Let's go back, before they start worrying us being
lost." Sean said smiling.

Jeremy could read in his new lover's face deep joy and satisfied bliss,
and that filled him with an equal happiness. Holding hands, they went
back to the trailer.

Derek and Mark were laughing aloud at some joke. They saw the two lovers
enter the room and understood it all at once. Jeremy and Sean stopped
near the door. Mark and Derek, suddenly serious, were staring at them
with their mouth agape and their eyes wide with surprise.

"Drake, Mark... we have to tell you something." Sean said in an excited
tone, but studying their faces, especially that of his younger brother.

"You don't need to tell us anything, I've already guessed" Derek said
"you two are in love aren't you?"

"Yes..." Sean said with the joyful tone returning.

"I didn't know you were gay too Sean..." Mark said.

"Well, I am."

"But I've never seen you fool around with women, let alone men." Derek
said.

"I had my adventures li'l bro. Mainly with other from work at the
farm...well, a few of them, actually a couple of them, really. Just
romping around you know, nothing serious, but now, it's Jerry, and we're
serious." Sean said.

"Well congratulations. Best wishes to you both. I presume that as of
tonight it will be best if I move in with Mark and leave the room and
the king bed to you... right?" Derek said, then added: "That's if Mark
wants me."

"Yes, of course! ...and Sean, I won't try to steal your new lover, even
if I do have a twinge of regret.Ó Mark said with a smile, half cunning,
half sad.

"I know, but there's no problem! If you, or Drake, want to continue
your... er... meetings with Jeremy, I won't be jealous."

Jeremy smiled seeing the astounded expression of his two friends.

Mark was literally agape, "You mean... I can still have sex with Jerry?
You don't care?"

"Any time you both like to have it. We discussed that out there. We love
each other but we don't possess each other. If you make my Jerry happy,
then you'll make me happy too."

"Sean, you're a wonderful brother... the best!" Derek said.

"I tried to be, Drake... I try to be..."

"You are! I'm happy you met Jerry and that you love each other and it's
thanks to me that you did. We have to celebrate!"

It was very late when Derek moved in with Mark. Jeremy and Sean went to
their room. They slowly undressed each other in a dreamlike silence,
then, holding hands, climbed the bed, knelt on it and embraced, kissing
each other serenely.

"I love you Sean, I love you! I'm happy I can at last tell you. I've
loved you for so long."

"Repeat these words as often as you can please. I really need your
love."

"I will. Come and take me..." Jeremy said lying on his back drawing his
lover over him.

Sean kissed him. Jeremy spread, then raised his legs onto his lover's
back. He positioned his arse upwards in an effort to better meet Sean's
hard, pulsating tool, seeking it, until he felt it brushing in his hot
crack.

"Take me lover." he begged while guiding the firm stake onto the
quivering ring of flesh, the goal... and pushed himself against it.

Sean began to push, Jeremy sighed and relaxed. Sean started the entry.
Jeremy pushed and relaxed again. He felt the hard spear widening his
sphincter as it slid into him.

"Oh yeah... oh... oh, yes that feels so good. Take me. Make me yours.
That's it my lover...fill me with your flesh. Let me feel your love
inside me." Jeremy whispered enjoying the blissful expression of his
lover's face while he slowly but firmly embedded himself.

He liked the feel of the smooth brushing of the hard column against the
soft, hot walls of his love tunnel.

"Jerry! Oh Jerry... it's wonderful to feel how much you want me.Ó

ÒYes... I really want you. Come, fill me."

When Sean's tool was completely buried inside him, Jeremy circled his
legs higher onto his lover, pushing himself harder against the virility
of his man. Sean started the impaling him with strength and vigor.
Jeremy looked up and saw the dream catcher hanging over their bed gently
swinging, and thought that it was really working. It had caught his most
secret dream and made it real.

Sean caressed Jeremy cheeks and murmured "How beautiful you are."

"You make me beautiful lover." Jeremy answered savoring the virile
hammering his hot channel was receiving.

He was noticing all the changing emotions that were showing on Sean face
while quivered with pleasure. He returned all the emotions twofold.

"To fuck" seems such a crude expression. It isn't when it is done with
love. It becomes a beautiful poetic word, describing the sweet, joyous
toil that a lover bestows upon their lover. Jerry's mind wandered
through all these thoughts and was in awe of them while enjoying the
forceful, but yet tender union.

Meanwhile, Derek and Mark were talking in the darkness of the other
room.

"Aren't you jealous Mark?" Derek asked quietly.

"No. Not jealous... well, maybe a little... envious, but I'm happy for
them. Aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I really like Jerry... and I admire my brother."

"You discovered Jerry..." Mark said.

"Yes, he's an amazing person and yes, I've had my way with him. We
almost raped him but yet he has turned around and forgiven us and then
gone even further and accepted us. He's one in a million."

"He's that and more. He's amazing at sex too." Mark said smiling in the
dark.

"Do you miss him?"

"No, they both said we can have sex with him again. What about you?"

"Perhaps not, but I thinking that if he were here with you tonight, you
wouldn't have second thoughts about having sex with him. Am I right?"

"Probably."

"That's why I asked you if you were missing him..."

"Well, um... maybe a little."

"Would you like it... if you want... I feel like... jumping into bed
with you." Derek said in a whisper.

Mark smiled again, then said, "It can be done, as Jerry would say."

Derek shot into Mark's bed. They immediately engaged in rollicking sex,
both thinking about the others coupling in the next room.

Jeremy propped himself up and Sean was sitting astride him, impaled on
his rod. They faced each other and were embracing. Sean was in rapture
while slowly manipulating the piston, enjoying every point of contact as
his lover's ramrod sunk deeply within him.

They were kissing, gently chewing their ear lobes, their nipples, biting
their necks and shoulders, caressing each other with passion and
tenderness Their eyes shone with pleasure and joy, but above all, their
eyes reflected the true love they felt for each other.

"I love being impaled on you like this." Sean sighed in deep
contentment.

"I love taking you like this..." Jeremy sighed back.

"Jeremy?"

"Yes, love?"

"I love you!"

"I can feel it. Do you feel the love I have for you?"

"Oh yes. Every ounce of your being is showing me that. Every inch of
your body tells me that you love me."

"It's beautiful to make love while being in love, isn't it?"

"I don't think the words have been put together that can adequately
describe the wonder of it lover..." Sean said speeding his motions on
the firm, hot meat column deeply embedded in him. He smiled lovingly at
his beloved.

Jeremy felt he was close to a new orgasm. He warned his lover. "I'm...
near... lover... Ooooh... very near.... aaaahhhh... I... I... I'm...
cuu... uuu... uumming!" he moaned as he started to empty his essence
inside his lover. The spasms of love racked his body in undulating waves
of pain and pleasure, wonderment and untold rapture.

He fell back with his lover still possessing him.

"You haven't come yet.Ó Jeremy noticed looking at his lover's stiff
cock.

"Not yet, but I'm close..."

"Let me take you. My mouth is thirsty for you. Give me all your nectar.
I want all of it."

Sean smiled and maneuvered himself off his lover. Jeremy lay his head
between his lover's thighs and opened his mouth. He engulfed the tasty
meat and started to suck with fervor and love. He looked towards his
lover and noticed the impending magic moment. The thought of taking his
new lover's first load intoxicated him, leaving his mind an a state of
euphoria.

The moment came. Sean's face was in the unknown. It was bliss, a place
of total giving, total surrender, all knowing. Jeremy drank the nectar
that issued from his lover. He felt drunk at the thought of having been
able to transport his lover to a yet unknown level of love.

"I love you, Sean..." he said barely able to moaning.

"I love you Jerry..." Sean said, bending forward to gently bit his
lover's nipple.

Jerry pulled Sean to him. Their bodies intertwined. They kissed each
other as if in a dream, tenderly kissed, until they happily fell asleep.

The new menage worked smoothly. Jeremy and Sean seemed to float.
Everything they did seemed to light up the lives of the others and bring
a new atmosphere to their home.

Every two weeks, Jeremy set off to see Robert. In January 1994 Robert
welcomed him with a hint of a smile. Jeremy noticed the change at once,
but said nothing. If Robert wanted to tell him, he would do it in his
own sweet time. Jeremy was very respectful of his friend's feelings and
chose not to second guess.

Robert did tell him with a reserved exuberance, not knowing how it would
be received. His world had become so isolated, so divorced from the
outside reality, that he didn't think it appropriate to share his seedy
world. His cooped, degraded world.

It issued forth. As if to tell him that somehow he would survive another
day until they were together in normality again.

"Jerry... there is a change... a good change."

"Yes?"

"Have I told you about Woody?"

"I don't think so. I can't recall you telling me about... him."

"He is an inmate. Of course, what else could he be? An inmate. He's a
big man, forty maybe and... he's black. He's the boss of the black gang
here inside."

"Yes?Ó

"I noticed he was looking at me although he never came near me. You see,
there is a divide in here... the no mix thing, whites, blacks, Hispanics
and Orientals.

ÒBut then I thought about Aaron advice, and, you see, Woody is feared
and respected here, he has power. About ten days ago, I approached him
during my shift at the laundry. I asked his permission to talk. He just
looked at me and nodded. I'd prepared this long speech, but when I
started, the only thing that came out was, 'Can I be your boy?'

"He sneered and asked me if skinheads had changed that much that they
now love being fucked by black men. I blushed and said that I would have
accepted anything from him, if he protected me. He understood I'd had
enough of being the punk for everyone. He said he had noticed me, he
liked me, he wanted me, but he warned that I'd face difficulties being
the white boy of a black man. I said I didn't care if he protected me.
He nodded then told me to go back to work and that he'd let me know.

"While talking with him in the beginning I was just seeking protection,
nothing more but I started to like the way he smiled, solved problems,
spent time listening to me and to talking to me honestly.

ÒWell, anyway, the following day he told me that he had decided to
accept my offer, to have me as his private boy. He was pulling the right
strings to have me moved to his cell.

ÒSeems that he told everyone to leave me alone and within a week the
guards came and moved me. Most of the other whites understood... some
hissed obscenities at me, but nobody tried to touch me.

ÒWoody must be in for life, so he doesn't have anything to lose. I heard
rumors that he has inmates killed. Even if he had, he's got nothing to
lose. I think he's feared by just about everyone. Even the guards seem
to treat him with respect.

"So, I moved in Woody cell. I was a little restless, not really worried,
but... you know, Woody is big, and strong, and... I figured he would
fuck me with the force of a bull. Anyway, the day of the move came and
when I was in his cell, he explained to me all the duties he wanted me
to do. Housework? Huh. It's a cell! The conditions were all too easy.
Then he told me that I would never need to use my bed and that as soon
as lights went out, I'd be in his bed.

"I didn't really know what to expect that first night, but he just made
me lie on my stomach, spread my legs and then he fucked me for a good
hour. He's big, but I'd taken so many different cocks up 'till then,
that I had no problems taking him, or he, in fact, penetrating me.

ÒAnd he wasn't rough or violent at all! He just enjoyed himself. When he
came, I thought he'd break the bed, it was so powerful. He hugged me and
fell asleep. The next thing I heard was the grates opening and I ducked
back into my bed.

"The next day, nothing was mentioned about sex or what had happened. I
just did my duties. He was abrupt, but in a way kind... what a change! I
felt reborn. OK, I had to be his boy, a black man's punk but life is
different now.

"The second night was a bit different. When I slipped into his bed, he
held me and said that he was happy to have me with him and that he loved
to fuck me, but that he cared about my sexual need as well. He asked me
if I liked being a top. I told him, with a bit of reservation mind you,
that I liked it both ways. He chuckled, then explained that he was just
a top. He didn't give head, but that if I wanted, he could find me a
black punk to satisfy me.

"There this boy, Harvey, a black boy. He's just twenty-one, but looks
about seventeen. He's a good looking boy and I told Woody that I liked
him. He said nothing, but the following day Harvey turned up at the cell
while Woody had made himself scarce and told me that Woody asked him to
come and do anything I asked. I asked him if he was gay and he nodded
yes. Told me that he was a bottom, then we just got stuck into it. He
gave me head, then I fucked his nice arse... it was great, really
good...and I can have him any time I like. Woody's good with it."

Jeremy smiled, "So, it's all OK, now?" he asked.

"Well I'd rather be out of here, that's for sure, but... now I can do
the rest of my time with less distress or worry. You see, I'm something
like Woody's wife and Harvey's husband. Woody decided to have Harvey
moved into the cell so that things would be easier for all of us. He
just told me that at night I have to sleep with him. Never with Harvey.
I could have Harvey anytime I pleased, but just during the day. Woody
doesn't fuck me every night. There are times when he just wants to hold
me... and always completely naked. I think there are times when he just
needs company.Ó

ÒI'm really happy for you." Jeremy sincerely said.

"Thank you. One of the really good things about it all now is that you
can bring me cigarettes, or food or... there won't be any problems.
Woody doesn't steal anything from me you see..."

"Anything you like. Just name it Rob."

Jeremy was pleased and relieved for his friend. He told the others of
the good news, and they too seemed more relieved than happy. During the
following months, Robert reported that the arrangements were working
perfectly and that he was now a lot calmer, that, thanks to Woody, he
got a position working in the prison infirmary and that his life had
improved no end.

Harvey was really dedicated to him, ready to please him as he was ready
to please Woody. Harvey had taken to helping him with some of the cell
chores. The whites didn't bore him any more, and the blacks had at last
accepted him.

With Sean all was progressing well. Occasionally Jeremy would have sex
with Derek and Mark, and at times, with both. He liked to fuck Mark
while Derek fucked him in the arse or in his mouth, but his nights were
reserved for Sean. They had magnificent, fulfilling sex.

"This is a cosy little group isn't it?" Sean said while all four were
having dinner.

"Yes, a real family..." Mark said with a bright smile.

"I was thinking about Rob and when he gets out. Of course he'll have to
stay here. We can put another bed in our room..." Derek said.

"No, that'll be too crowded. What about we put a bed here in the living
room?" Mark said.

"No... I was thinking about a bunk bed. Jeremy can get one at a good
price from work." Derek said.

"Sure! There's not much hurry, I'll buy one when it comes up at the
right price. What do you think, Sean? It is a good solution, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, but I was thinking about moving further downhill too. This
place is great for me and my work, but I think it's a little too far for
you three to travel to work."

"Do you have something in mind?" Derek asked, clearly interested.

"There's a small plot down near Buster Junction. Lots of trees and even
a small river. It's narrow, but very nice.Ó

"Is it expensive?" Derek asked.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so. The thing is, we all have a good
paying jobs and we have some money set aside... if you agree..." Sean
answered.

They went to have a look at the spot and they all liked it. The price
was affordable, so, in September, they put down a deposit. The cleanup
started. They encircled the place with a fence, and removed some of the
suspect trees, replacing them with either new ones or shrubs. They
planted tall shrubs along the oddly shaped fence-line to ensure privacy.
Their privacy was now assured as the neck of the block fronted the road.

They had to stop work with the onset of the first snow, but they had
prepared sufficiently for next Spring when they would move the trailer
into place.

They make plans, scaled drawings and prepared final projects. They
applied to have all services connected before Spring. They tossed up on
having the phone connected, but decided not to.

In December, Mark was on his way home when he found a pup wandering
about half frozen. It was a black male Labrador Retriever, all be it a
bit scruffy at the time but after a good feed and groom, the pup looked
magnificent. They were all fond of the dog and decided to call him Buck
because of his lively spirit, and seemingly boundless energy.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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