Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2009 09:46:48 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Skinhead Lovers 2/16 (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 2- DRAKE

Jeremy was feeling happy. Well, perhaps not really happy but very close
to it. In fact, even if he realized that Drake had just used him for his
exclusive pleasure and relief, and perhaps he had obtained part of his
pleasure just from the fact that he thought he had forced him to the act
against his will, Jeremy had experienced his first sexual encounter in a
year. It had been barely half as good as he had dreamed, but when you
are facing starvation, even tasteless food becomes enticing.

And Drake wasn't totally bad, even if the skinhead was just caring about
his own pleasure. First of all he was a very handsome boy, probably the
most handsome of all the skinheads he had seen until that day. Anyway,
he had enjoyed touching, licking, kissing, sucking, drinking from that
manly rod... even if to have his own relief by wanking himself.

Moreover, Drake seemed to have enjoyed his blowjob, in fact he had told
him "see you soon" and that attitude alone gave hope to Jeremy.

Just thinking of that prospect gave the boy an immediate hard-on. Yes,
he would submit to future requests from Drake without hesitation, and,
even more so, he would do his best to give the skinhead the maximum
pleasure, so that Drake would come to look for him again and again.

During the following days Jeremy felt quite relieved, serene, almost
cheerful for this hoped-for possibility.

When crossing the center of town he always looked around hoping to see
Drake. Finally, just three days later, he saw him.

Drake was loafing with a group of other skinheads near the Mall. Jeremy
looked at him, their eyes met, but Drake made no attempt at recognition,
or acknowledgment. Jeremy was half surprised, half disappointed, but he
too, didn't dare allow any sign of greeting toward the youth.

Was it possible that Drake didn't recognize him? It was really dark,
that night in the lane, but... or did he regret what had happened, had
it stained his macho self-image? Did Drake understand he was gay and
thus ashamed to let others see he knew a gay boy? The others didn't know
he was gay anyway, therefore...

Jeremy didn't think about Drake any more during that afternoon, being
totally absorbed in football training at school. The coach had subjected
them to a heavy training schedule in view of the next inter-college
championship.

His thoughts returned to the skinhead when he was in the showers with
his team. Looking at his buddies' naked bodies, he asked himself what
the skinhead's body could be like. The face was really handsome, and the
tightly fitting clothes made guesses at a well shaped body... Would he
ever be able to see more of Drake's body?

Some friends spoke to him and broke his reverie. Again, thoughts of the
skinhead were forgotten.

He was his way home again, when he heard a voice calling:

"Jerry!"

At first he didn't think the voice was calling him. Nobody had ever
called him Jerry, but then he remembered Drake telling him he didn't
like ÒJeremyÓ and that ÒJerryÓ was better, so he stopped and turned to
source the voice.

Under a lamp, he recognized the young skinhead. When he saw that Jeremy
was looking toward him, gestured with his hand, silently calling him.

When Jeremy was in front of him, Drake said, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"A good place where you can give me head."

"Today you pretended not to know me. Were you ashamed of me?"

"I? Ashamed of you, I? Don't be silly. I just thought YOU would be
ashamed if people saw that you knew me."

"And now you want head."

"'Course. You are good at it."

"And where would we go?"

"Just came. It's a good place, safer than in the lane. Nobody will see
us or disturb us."

"Where?"

"Where we normally fuck our babes." Drake said starting to walk. He
turned his head slightly, ensuring Jeremy was following.

They arrived at the park along the river, where there was a great bend.
The park, totally enclosed with railing, was closed at that time. It was
always shut at sunset. Drake started to walk along the railing and
Jeremy followed him, trying to imagine where was that safe place. The
skinhead stopped where the railing was cemented into the rock.

"You can climb, can't you?"

"Sure."

"Just look where I put my feet. There is enough light to see."

"And to be seen."

"No. You can't see the place from the street. Come on.Ó

A police car passed in the opposite direction.

They scaled the rock face easily and it was evident that Drake knew the
way perfectly well. On the other side, at the top, the rock had a kind
of terrace with two wooden benches, a small tree and two low bushes
between which a narrow stairway went to the lawn. Jeremy knew that
place.

Derek pointed him towards the garden's gates, "See, from here we can see
if the police are approaching. They never climb up here, they just open
the gates, if they want to do a night patrol of the gardens. They seldom
do it. Anyway, from here we can see them but they cannot see us, so we
have time to just climb down and flee."

"You come often here?"

"We frequently use this place to fuck the babes in the good weather,
like I told you. And also to smoke grass."

"You smoke grass?"

"When I've the money. Who doesn't?"

"I don't."

Derek shrugged his shoulders. Then unbuckled his belt, "Let's start the
job, pal."

"Yes, but this time we will do it my way." Jeremy said with half a
smile.

"That is?"

"Do you want to really enjoy it?"

"'Course."

"So, let me do..." Jeremy said, as he finished opening the trousers and
pulling them down to the youth's ankles. He loosened Drake's leather
vest and raised his black T-shirt. "Now, lie on the bench."

The skinhead nodded and did as he was told. The faint moon glow made the
naked youth's body seem as if it was covered in silver dust. "God, isn't
he beautiful!" Jeremy thought, and his body answered with a quiver and
an immediate hard-on. Drake's tool wasn't hard yet. Jeremy sat on the
edge of the bench and started to lightly caress all of the now exposed
body.

"Go on, suck that meat!" the skinhead said.

"No hurry, man. You will have what you want, be sure of that" Jeremy
answered, expertly touching the right spots on the skinhead's body.

The cock on Derek took a start and begun to slowly rise it's head.
Jeremy smiled. He had learned from his late lover how to fully arouse a
male body, what parts to touch at the beginning as well as the parts not
to touch. Some touching could be annoying, while other parts brought an
immediate reaction.

It is exactly the same a programmed serial of circuits, with slight
variations for each body, for each male. If you touch the right spots,
other parts of the body will become erogenous zones. Touching those when
they are "switched on" will soon switch on others, and then others,
until eighty per cent of the body becomes erogenous, but only if you do
do it in the right sequence, in the right way and at the right time.
Touching the nipples, for instance, could be extremely erogenous but
only if they are "switched on". Conversely, some touching or tickling
can be really annoying.

Drake breath was becoming heavy, a sign that told Jeremy he was on the
right path. The skinhead's cock was now fully erect, pointing towards
his belly at a thirty degrees angle. It was beautiful, even if slightly
curving to the left and with big veins pumping blood into it. Jeremy
bent down and started to lightly lick the tip of that beautiful tool and
to rim the crown of the gland where the circumcision had left a smooth
scar. Drake moaned and arched his back a little.

This was the moment. Jeremy started to brush the two light brown, flat,
almost oval nipples.

"Yeah..." Drake murmured in a sigh.

Jeremy fingers, lips, tongue, were flickering in the exposed part of the
body, now slow, now fast, now light like feathers or butterflies, now
sinuous like snakes, now strong and decided like claws. Drake was
breathing heavier and almost panting.

"Suck it!" he said almost in a sob.

"In a while..." Jeremy whispered.

"Now. I want it."

"I'm here for that, right? Just a moment..."

"I need it..."

"Sure..."

"Please..." Derek at last said, almost in a begging voice.

Jeremy understood it was nearly time, but not yet. He continued to
arouse the youth more and more, until Drake shook uncontrollably.

"Please..." Drake begged again.

"Yeees...."

"Now..."

"Yeess..."

"Oh, pleeeeassse..."

Finally Jeremy took the great plunge. He pushed his head down until his
nose was embedded against the youth's pubes, while at the same time
holding the two small firm buttocks to gain purchase, until he felt the
tip of the youth's rod in his throat.

He moved his head left and right so that the gland brushed against the
throat muscles that he palpitated, then started a slowly withdrawal,
sucking and clenching his lips while moving his tongue against the lower
part of the dick with a frenzy.

Drake groaned like a wounded animal, but it was clearly a moan of sheer
pleasure. Pulling again on the tense buttocks, Jeremy plunged in one
fast stroke, then again slowly withdrew. Drake's body was now as tense
as a bow string.

His body arched so that just his shoulders and his talons were still
touching the bench. Jeremy continued his fast plunges and slow
withdrawals, until he felt Derek's hands on his head. At first he
thought that the youth would trying to force him down, to penetrate his
throat more deeply, but to his surprise, and pleasure, both hands were
now just caressing his hair in a tender gesture.

As he had planned, Jeremy was giving his companion super delight, so
strong as to make him beg for it. He wanted to conquer the guy. He knew
he had made the first, right step. Who knows, possibly sooner or later,
Derek would even start some kind of reciprocation. Jeremy didn't feel
any hurry. For the moment, he was contented to have that delicious dick
on his mouth.

All too soon the skinhead started to moan aloud. "Oh, Jerry... Jerry...
Jerry... I'm... coooo..." and the last word changed in a low, long,
husky, chocked cry while strong jets of warm nectar filled Jeremy's
mouth. He swallowed in big gulps, again, astounded at it's sweet, tasty
volume. His tongue licked and flicked around the hypersensitive gland
until the intensity of Drake's pleasure reached such a peak that it
become almost unbearable.

"Oh, stop... please, stop!" the youth cried out.

Jeremy moved as if to withdraw, but Drake's hands keep him still while
his body relaxed back onto the bench. "No, please, stay there. Keep it
in your mouth. Just... don't lick it, please..." he panted.

The butch youth had used unusual words. "Please"? Jeremy smiled in
himself.

After a good while, Jeremy felt the meat column starting to soften in
his mouth, and the skinhead's body slowly relaxing. Drake's hands left
his head.

"Where did you learn such tricks?" Drake asked, then giggled: "You
cannot answer with your mouth full, right? Stay. It feels so good.
You're really fantastic boy, you know that?"

Jeremy waited until the skinhead cock was soft, then gently licked all
his length once more and sat up. They looked each other in the eyes.

"You really are more than good..." Derek said with a hint of a smile.

Jeremy was still fully aroused. "I need some relief. Can I wank?"

"Sure, go on."

Jeremy opened his fly, pulled out his hard tool and started to wank,
looking at the splendid body lying near him. Drake didn't move, didn't
dress. He just relaxed enjoying the afterglow of the blissful orgasm he
just experienced.

While wanking, the boy thought that he would have loved to have Drake
reciprocate. It would have been perfect, but he knew it would have
ruined everything if he had asked.

Jeremy reached his orgasm in moments and discharged with several long
jets, then adjusted his dick back into his trousers. He looked again at
Drake's body. Oh, if he could just make real love with that beautiful
body, that beautiful young man! But... who knows... he thought.

"You are really unique at giving head." Drake said, still not moving.
Jeremy didn't say a word. "You must have a real experience, right?" the
other asked. Again Jeremy didn't answer. "You are a fag, right?"

"No. I could be a gay, but not a fag."

"Fag, gay... what's the difference?"

"Fag is a despised word. Gay isn't."

"I'm not despising you. Nobody spits on the plate of his food, right?"

"Don't you skinheads bash the gays?"

"Did I bash you? You love giving head, I love the way you do it. Where
is the problem?"

"But you normally do."

"I never did. We just play a game you see. It's likely that the guys we
yelled at, we treated as fags, in fact weren't. Anyway you don't seem a
fag at all, or a gay as you prefer. You are not a sissy. You're OK."

"Just saying that to get more head in the next few days?"

"No. But sure I want more head." Drake said with a cunning smile. "You
like it, I like it. Isn't that just perfect? If you are gay or not,
doesn't matter, until you..."

"Until I give you head." Jeremy concluded.

"Right. But... anyway, you are gay, aren't you?"

"I am."

"How comes that you became gay?"

"Nobody becomes gay. You are born that way. How comes that you are quite
blond?"

"My mother is blond. Is your father gay?"

"It's not that simple..."

"Anyway, who cares?" Drake said sitting up starting to straighten his
clothes. "You play soccer, you said?"

"No, I play football."

"Ah, yes. At the College?"

"Yes, the College Team."

"Is your team strong?"

"Yes very. We have the championships soon."

"And are you a good player?"

"More or less, I'm not bad at all..."

"Do you have a... boyfriend?"

"No."

"Having sex with your team mates?"

"No way! Are you kidding? They don't know I'm gay. If they knew that it
would be impossible for me to be part of the team. They would fire me on
the spot."

"But if you play well?"

"Don't YOU know how much gay people are despised?"

"Skinheads are despised as well, but who cares."

"I don't despise you."

"I don't either." Drake answered standing up, now fully dressed.

"I've to go home. I'm in fear of being a little late".

"Are your parents troublesome?"

"At times, especially my father."

"What will you tell them?"

"Nothing. I had a chat with a friend..."

"With a friend's dick!" Drake joked.

"Yes, but not just that. Also with you."

"Am I a friend?"

"Can I tell my father I had a chat with a skinhead after giving him
head?" Jeremy asked smiling.

"I guess no." laughed out loud Drake, then said: "By the way, I like
you. See you soon." and rapidly climbed down from the rock, leaving the
park.

Jeremy took his sack and left. Derek was already far ahead, walking
rapidly. Jeremy still feelt the aftertaste of the skinhead's cream, and
again thought it had a curiously good taste.

He went back home. His father didn't ask him any question, just stared
at him for a moment with a frowned expression.

They met again, returning to the park. After Jeremy gave him head and
then wanked himself, again they chatted a little before parting. It
became some kind of pattern for their meetings. Jeremy liked Drake, and
not only his beautiful body and cock, and his sperm's good taste. Drake
seemed to like Jeremy, not only for the way he was giving him head.

All their meetings started with Drake saying "Let's go." and ended with
Drake's "See you soon." Jeremy understood that Drake liked to feel in
command, but when having sex, it was Jeremy who was really in command.
He was careful not to let the skinhead perceive the shift.

The weather had become a little chilly, but was still good enough to
permit their meetings. When they crossed each other on the street now,
they exchanged a nod or a small wave with the hand, and Jeremy felt
happy for this little change. He didn't consider it as a relationship
with Drake, it was too one-sided, but he did feel OK with the skinhead.
Each time it seemed that Drake enjoyed his relief more and more, thanks
to Jeremy's deft touch.

One evening, during the peak of his orgasm, Drake did something unusual.
He caressed Jeremy's chest, as well as caressing his hair, while
receiving the long blowjob.

At one stage, after a long interlude, Drake said him that he missed his
blow jobs. He didn't say he missed Jeremy, but the boy understood the
meaning to be almost the same.

Another small step was that now Jeremy opened his trousers and lowered
them when undressing his companion, so that he could wank while sucking
him, so that they reached orgasm almost in the same time. Jeremy loved
this little change.

Yes, Jeremy thought that he was almost happy with this half, strange
relationship, even if it was limited to their sex encounters and the
following short chat.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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