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captainlondonman · 11 months ago

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HiViz Layby

It had been a long car journey back and Dave decided he needed to stop off for a pee. He had stupidly passed the petrol station but saw in front of him a layby and at least he could pee in the bushes. He came off the road to stop the car and in front of him was a local authority van parked up in front. Dave got out and could see there was a gap in the hedge and a slope in the ground beyond. He got out and without looking at the van he went through the gap and down what looked like quite a well worn path. As he reached a clearing he saw the driver of the van facing him with his cock out and legs apart. He was 180cms high, broadly built with a crew cut in full high Viz. Obviously the Local Authority gear with green trousers and hi viz bands, a green T shirt tight against his large chest, and a full yellow jacket. At first Dave thought the guy was finishing having a piss and as he looked more closely the bloke had a massive boner.

Dave did not know what to do, but what he did know was the guy had a large cock and his hand firm around the shaft. He was also wearing full HiViz which Dave really got off on and at times would need to wank if he saw a good looking workie. For now all thought of peeing had gone as Dave’s own dick was rapidly growing down his trousers showing a good sized bulge.

The guy barked “Are you interested or not. If not then get the fuck out. If yes stop staring at my dick and get over here and open up yer mouth.’

‘Fuck the pee’ Dave thought as he walked over to the guy letting his hand rub his own bulge up and down.

‘ I could see that prick of yours was interested. I’m needing a proper blow job before getting back to work so down on your knees.’

Seeing the guy still holding his thick shaft with a nice deep pink helmet, Dave got down ready to suck. As he moved his mouth closer to the guys swollen head, his hands went round the guy’s legs and he started rubbing up and down loving the feel of the HiViz waterproof trousers. Dave had never worn any Hi Viz before but had always imagined how sexy it would be

‘Good. Looks like you love Hi Viz gear. Bet you’d love to wear some while you swallow my cock.’

‘Sure, seeing you guys in your gear makes me so horny.’

‘Glad you said that mate as I like me blokes in gear. So keep that dick of yours nice and hard and I’’ll stuff my cock back in and you can come into he back of me van. A real Alladin’s cave for you. Follow me.’

The idea of seeing more Hi Viz was making Dave’s cock start to ooze some precum forming a

nice stain on his trousers. They walked up to the layby and the guy opened the back of the van.

‘Step inside quick.’ Dave did as he was told and sure enough it was like a dream. Strewn around the inside was a mountain of dirty used HiViz gear from jackets, to trousers and mud caked boots. The van stunk of piss, BO and unwashed feet.

‘So what you think of that eh? Fucking great stench ain’t it. Bet you’d love to get into some of this eh?’

‘Yes please.’

‘So strip off and let me see what I get for you in your size. Once you are dressed I want that blow job smart got it.’

‘Sure.’

The workie quickly sifted through the clothing and threw various items at Dave.

‘These should fit so get them on now. By the way great cock you’ve got there and Christ all this Hiviz I can see is making you so bloody hard. Nice bit of precum I can see.’

Dave was so worked up he wasted no time in putting on the trousers, a dirty ripped T shirt and even dirtier oil stained jacket with a pair of thick muddied boots.

‘That’s better. That’s how I like me men so get down. You’ll have no problem now sucking me dick.’

It was as though he had sniffed poppers. The stink in the van, him dressed as a workie with a workie’s big dick staring him in the face was perfect and his mouth was ready for anything. Again the workie seized the top of his own shaft while Dave on his knees had his hands around the workies legs and arse rubbing the dirty HiViz fabric. His mouth went straight in full of saliva. He let his mouth rest a few seconds as his tongue could feel the whole helmet in his mouth and take in the mix of piss and precum. Dave suddenly felt the workie’s hand around his head.

‘I want you to take the fucking full length’ as he pushed Dave’s mouth all the way down until he could feel the thick black pubes brushing against his lips.

‘That’s better you stinking little workie. Its how you love it in all that gear. So fucking suck.’

Taking a firm hold of the workie’s arse cheeks and with the thick dirty hands around his head Dave started sucking hard the workie moving Dave’s head faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Dave’s own cock was totally rigid inside the HiVz trusets rubbing against the waterproof fabric making him more and more ready to spunk himself.

‘That’s it boy taking the whole length, feel my pubes in yer mouth. Let me push you faster and faster. Christ that mouth of yours is made to do a blowjob. I’m bloody ready to come. I want you to swallow every bit of spunk from my balls.’

When Dave’s mouth was at the top of the workies shaft so he exploded a torrent of cum jet down Dave’s throat. Feeling the cum start rushing down his throat was too much for Dave to hold back any more and his own cock erupted cum inside the trousers and he could feel it running down inside against his legs. Lots of warm spunk.

‘Great blow job mate, and now I need to get back to work. Looks like the gear got you fully worked up.’

‘It was bloody amazing.’

‘Tell you what. This layby is a great cruising ground for workies and truck drivers. So you know, they only like having it off with each other. Anyone in a suit can forget it. We all love our sex dirty. I was so fucking horny today and I made do with you but thank Christ you like dirty Hi Viz. So keep the gear for now and you can come back as I know now you will. Let’s meet up in a week and you can let me know and maybe I can help a bit more. So get the fuck out take your own clothes and as you’re driving home you can think of all your cum hardening inside.’

With that Dave jumped out the van clutching his own clothes in his new Hi Viz

‘Thanks mate. See you in a week.

Dave got home in his new hiviz gear. He could not believe what had happened and his luck. He wanted to see what he looked like so immediately went to stand in front of his mirror.

‘Shit I look bloody amazing. Just like a real workie and the gear is all dirty with oil patches just as if I have been on a site. I’ve even got the council name on the back of the jacket.’

He looked down at his trousers and saw that his cock was tenting. A fucking great bulge in someone else’s used trousers. He may had shed a load of cum but his cock was rigid and he wanted to see himself shoot. He went to unzip himself and then thought that the feel of spunking inside and letting the cum run down was so much better so he started rubbing the fabric and gripping his cock to feel the stiff nylon. With his other hand be brought up to his nipple and started tweaking through the nylon T shirt.

‘Christ this is amazing, one hand working my cock and the other pinching my nipple. All in full Hiviz. This is fucking brill.’

The more he let his hand rub up and down his shaft the more he nipped his nipples. He started shouting at the mirror

‘I’m a fucking workie and fucking dirty workie. I wanna fuck with a stinking workie. I wanna be a workie in Hiviz. I wanna wear this gear all the fucking time. I’m a fucking common workie.’

Shouting to himself while wanking and working his tits got him so worked up.

‘Shit I’m coming man. A full load of spunk from a dirty workie. Here it comes. Workie spunk.’

And with that his cock ejected streams of white cum against the nylon, some of it oozing out to form a big white patch and some running down inside into his boots.

‘Christ that was what I call a wank. The best ever. No way am I washing any of this. The more it stinks of cum the better. The guy said the layby was a cruising area for workies and truck drivers. Christ I need to go and take a look in my gear.’

Later in the week Dave decided to take an afternoon off work pretending he had the dentist.

He took the HIviz gear out of the bag and the first thing he noticed was the smell of dried cum, his cum. Even just putting the gear on again made him rock hard. He decided not to look in the mirror otherwise he would have to wank and he was looking for a bit more. Once his erection had gone down a bit he drove off to the layby. This time there was a van and removal truck parked up with only enough room for him to get in and park. He got out and walked past both van and lorry and there was no one inside either. He walked through the clearing and down the track and he could see two guys who were obviously making out. They were facing each other each one with his hand on the other’s cock. One of medium build with a shaved head was dressed in full yellow HiViz with yellow trousers a soiled vest and a dirty yellow waistcoat. The other was obviously the lorry driver. He was well over 6ft. broad build with a Hi viz waistcoat checked shirt several buttons open to reveal a dark hairy chest, tight work jeans and large Timberland boots. His black hair was long and was greased back into a tight pony tail. His face was tanned with a thick black beard.

The truck driver said ‘Thank God its another workie. We had to tell an office lad to fuck off. Get over here mate and join in. I can see that rigid cock of your stretching down your Hiviz. Three is better than two.’

As Dave approached the lorry man put his arm around him

‘This should be good’ he said moving his arm down Dave’s back to his arse and giving his cheeks and firm clench.

‘Me friend here loves cock and I love arse so we have a winner and you look like you’ll do anything.’

Before Dave could do or say anything the workie put his hand on the outline of Dave’s shaft and gave it a good pull.

‘Let me get my hand in there and see that see that tool of yours boy.’ The workie put his hand inside and took hold of Dave’s cock.

‘That’s a good one you got there. Don’t worry I’ll give you a great blow job.’

‘While you’re taking his cock out undo his waist button for me mate.’

As the workie started to get down on his knees in front of Dave so the truck driver moved the back of his hi viz down exposing his cheeks.

‘That’s a fucking nice bum you have there me workie friend.’ He continued playing with Dave’s arse and spreading his cheeks out. Then he spit some gob onto one hand and placed two fingers at the opening his hole.

‘Let me ease this a bit for you mate and you’ll be able to take my nice juicy cock.’

By now the workie was in front of Dave holding his cock and using his tongue and spit to slide around Dave’s head making his cock tickle but also have a feeling running down his shaft of sheer pleasure

‘I told you he sucks well.’

The lorry man placed his hands firmly on Dave’s shoulders and suddenly he could feel a heavy cock pressing against his hole. Having his cock sucked he knew he needed the full service so he pushed his arse back ready to take what was coming

‘Christ you really want this fuck don’t you mate.’

‘Sure do’, Dave replied, by now his own cock was burning with pleasure as the guy moved his tongue and mouth further and further down the shaft until he could feel the guys lips pressing against his groin.

By the now the truck driver has slipped in past the hole and with Dave pushing his arse backwards so the lorry man moved further and further up the hole.

‘What a fucking great arse you’ve got mate. I tell you, this is much better than fucking the wife. Men are a much better fuck with their tight holes.’

By now Dave was sandwiched between the two, the workie on his knees his head being directed by Dave to move his lips up and down the shaft while the lorry man was pumping his arse with the guy’s breathing increasing with every thrust.

‘Jesus mate you’d better come back here again sometime. This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages. Could almost go fully gay or you. Bet you love this 3 way. 2 workies and a lorry man. We lot give the best sex.’

The truck driver took his hands away from Dave’s shoulders and placed them firmly around Dave’s waist to help his thrusting. Hope you two are just about ready as my spunk is about to shoot up inside you. Yours arse is so great I be shooting right up to yer mouth with what I have to give you. The workie was moaning with pleasure by now his hand was grabbing Dave’s balls and pulling them downwards. Dave looked down and said ‘Yeah pull me balls as you’re about to get an fucking mouthful.’

‘That’s it boy see and shoot your load as I’m ready.’

With one final thrust the lorry man rammed his cock so it was right up to the hilt and Dave could feel the hot spunk being forced out and further up his arse. The truck driver almost collapsed with his orgasm pushing his head onto Dave’s shoulder just at that point feeling all this cum in his arse, Dave erupted into the workies throat and he could see his own spunk dripping out the guys mouth and down his chin.

The workie then sat back taking hold of his cock and furiously starting to wank, his tongue licking all the cum around his mouth.

‘Shit man all this cum around I’m fuckin shooting my load’ and with that his prick let rip stream after stream hitting Dave’s Hiviz and running down to his boots.

‘Don’t wipe that up mate I want you to take that back as a memory of today.’

‘Jesus’ the lorry man said ‘What a fuck. There’s something about you fucking workies that make me so fucking horny. Never fails to give me the best. Me wife can forget any sex for the next few days as I’ll be too busy wanking thinking of the two of you. Well I’d better get on. Thanks for that mates.’

Each got into their own vehicle and the workie and truck driver drove off. Dave slumped back in his chair. That had been the best ever.

Dave eagerly awaited the next few days until he went back to the layby and dressed up in his workie gear to go for his meeting with the council worker. Sure enough the van was parked up and as Dave got out of the car he saw the workie get out of his. He had been waiting

‘I knew you’d be back. Lets get into the back of the van.’

They got in and the workie asked Dave if the clothing had been a success.

‘It’s been amazing like all my dreams come true. I went back in your gear and hooked up with a workie and a truck driver. Christ I’ve never had sex like it. In fact just talking about it is making he hard.’

‘Hearing you talk about it is giving me a boner mate’So you like the gear then. What about being a workie?’

‘I wish I was a workie. If this is what life is like then it’s what I want’.

‘Well we all wish for some thing and not all are possible but some are. Tell you what why not have a change of gear. As you can see I have plenty here from other geezers so let me pick out some more stuff for you to put on.’

‘Yeah I’d like that being in another’s used clothing.’

Dave eagerly stripped off showing off his erect cock. The guy gave it a quick pull.

‘You really love this don’t you.’

‘It’s the best. What I love.’

‘Ok here get this stuff on you.’

Dave pulled on a pair of even dirtier HiViz green trousers. They seemed a bit on the big side but he said nothing and with them being a bit looser his cock was even more tented. He then put on the T shirt which had no buttons so it was gaping down his chest. Again it seemed a bit big. Then the worn steel capped muddy boots and they definitely were too big. Finally the yellow Hiviz thick outdoor jacket.

‘Feels really great but the other stuff seemed more my size.’

‘Don’t worry about that. You said something when we met that you wish you were a workie. You mean that.’

‘In this stuff yes man.’

‘Tell you what mate before we get down to some business I have a little bottle here just like poppers. This will make you feel really great, like you’ve never felt before. Go on have a good sniff.’

Dave had used poppers before so pressing in one nostril he took a deep sniff and then the other. Immediately he felt a heat moving down his whole body. It was like a river a heat moving down his arms and legs even to the tip of his erect cock. He felt dizzy and for a moment thought he might pass out but the same heat was circulating around his head.

‘How do you feel mate?’ the guy asked

‘I feel as if something is happening to my body as if I’m growing and I can feel my skin almost bursting but the heat is amazing and it feels good.’

‘So are the clothes still feeling big?’

‘No oddly not’

‘Go on take another good sniff.’

‘Sure this is great’Dave breathed in as deep as he could.

The boots were definitely now the right size but his legs were wider and no longer baggy in the trousers. He was taller. His torso was bigger and his chest had expanded. His nipples standing proud in the T shirt and the gap in the T shirt showed a chest of thick black hair. He looked down at his hands and the backs of his hands were covered in black hair and his fingernails full of dirt. His hands seemed enormous. Something on his face felt itchy and as he put his hand to his chin he realised he had a full thick beard but his hair had gone and instead it was shiny and shaved.

‘One more sniff ‘the guy said

Dave did as he was told and then felt his head ready to burst. He gave his head a firm shake and suddenly for a moment there was darkness and then it changed to light.

‘Wow mate that was fucking great that stuff.’ Dave’s voice had completely changed. He had a strong accent and it was much deeper. ‘Tell you what mate this stuff makes me so fucking hard and that means one thing. My cock’s going to now give you such a rogering before the bwo of us get back to the depot.’

Dave undid his Hi Viz and pulled out a cock that was a good 9” really thick at the top where it left his thick curly black pubes and tapering to a nice round pink head

Christ that’s some cock I now have, a real cock for fucking workie blokes. I know you’ve a hole in the back of your Hi Viz.’

Dave grabbed hold of the guy, turned him round and shouted ‘Bend over I’m ready for you.’ As the guy bent over he said

‘Great being fucked by a workie especially a guy who’ hairy and thick.’ The workie shouted

‘Cut the crap man’ Dave said and he felt for the hole in the hiViz. Once he found the opening he let a good gob of spit onto his new cock and rubbed it in over his head.

‘Always best when us workies fuck in our gear.’

Dave put his thick set hairy hands on the guys hips and directed his cock through the small gap of the Hiviz feeling the nylon brushing against his shaft and into the tight hole which was waiting for a fuck.

‘Get ready to take my tool’ Dave said and he started to push his dick all the way up. ‘You’ve had a few cocks up you in the past and you’ll be getting more of mine in future. Undo you zip and let me get my hands on that cock of yours. Nice one you’ve got there.’

As Dave started to push in a out at first nice and slow so he could feel the tight arse against his shaft he let his hand slowly up and down the workies shaft but the feeling inside as he reached the hilt was too much he wanted to ram home faster and faster and as he did so his hand wanked the workie more and more. He loved feeling the top of his cock against the Hi Viz nylon and then he could feel their trousers rubbing together

‘That’s it what a fucking great hole you’ve got. Shit man I’m almost ready to spill my load. It feels as if you are too.’

‘Too right mate.’

With one final push Dave let out his cum, gushing up inside the workies arse and the workie ejaculated all over the gear in the van. Both men shouting ‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ as they came

When they had finished and stuffed their cocks back into their HI viz, the workie turned to Dave and said

‘So how do you like being a workie?’

‘Best fucking job in the world. Once a workie always a fucking workie. Thanks mate. Lets get down to the depot and I just hope the other guys are up for some action.’

‘Don’t worry mate when they see you they all will be dropping their Hiviz.

Dave had made his wish. No longer the little boy but now the hairy man.

Thanks mate you’re a real pal and tell you what I’ll be back at this layby regularly.’

‘Bet you will. Orgy times ahead’

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octuscle · 10 months ago

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Changed taste

Callum had left after the second act. The production at the alternative opera had been a cheek. The singers had been a disaster. And the announcement of the underground strike had been a good excuse not to have to listen to this debacle to the end. Unfortunately, the underground drivers had shown no consideration for Callum. The strike had already begun. The underground shafts were deserted. So it was a taxi. This contradicted Callum's attitude to sustainability. He always excused his flat in Kensignton by saying that it was so centrally located that he didn't need a car. Only a few of his friends knew that there was an old Jaguar E-Type and a brand new Porsche 911 in the underground car park. Callum's family had made a fortune from property speculation over 100 years ago. He owned the exclusive block of flats in which he lived. This and a few more.

When he came up from the underground, it had started to rain. And he had left his umbrella in the cloakroom at the opera. Underground strike and rain. Not a good combination for getting a taxi. In the shelter of the entrance to the underground, Callum searched on his mobile phone. A bus station was only 200 metres away. And it wasn't raining that hard. So he set off. And after a few metres, the heavens opened their floodgates. A downpour of torrential proportions drenched Callum in a matter of seconds. His dinner jacket was ruined. And his mobile phone only flashed once more before it died in the pouring rain.

The rain intensified. The few passers-by who hadn't yet found shelter quickly ran through the puddles to find somewhere to hide. Callum's best chance was a launderette where the owner or employee was about to lower the blinds. Callum asked if he could seek shelter until the rain had stopped. The young man looked at Callum and waved him in. He introduced himself as Kieron and said that he had to wash and dry a washing machine for himself while he cleaned the launderette. Callum would be happy to stay here for that long. Callum thanked him and asked if he could return the favour somehow. Kieron shook his head and showed Callum where he could find hangers to hang up his wet clothes. And pointed to a basket of washing. A customer had left it here. Callum could take some of it if he wanted to.

The clothes were obviously still unwashed. They smelled of sweat and cold cigarette smoke. There were dried precum stains in the pants. Callum was disgusted. But also soaking wet. And somehow he was… Turned on? Him? By those disgusting clothes. Kieron had switched on some music. Very loud. Gangster rap and hip hop. Definitely not Callum's style. But that didn't matter. He took the laundry basket and asked where he could change. Kieron pointed to the door with the "Private" sign. There were towels there too. Callum thanked him.

After pulling the door shut behind him, Callum took off his shoes, jacket, trousers and shirt and hung everything on hangers. A little hesitantly, he also removed his stockings, pants and vest. He was able to wring everything out, everything was so wet. He took a pair of boxer shorts out of the laundry basket. Yellowed white cotton. Precum and piss stains. Callum smelled it carefully. And then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. So good! He had no idea why, but it smelled so good! Slimy drops formed on his own cock. The pants were a size 32, not his size. But they fit like a glove. His bulge was frighteningly large. And the wet patch was growing fast. Callum rummaged through the dirty laundry. The polyester tracksuit bottoms did it to him. He pulled them on, just high enough so that the waistband of his pants could still be seen. Now a pair of dirty white socks… Call took his trainers. Yes, they were still a little wet… But they would be fine. The T-shirt that went best with the trousers stank of sweat. Sure, Call had worn it for several days in a row. For sport, in the pub in the evening. During the day, he wore the Hiviz street-cleaning gear. He took his necklace, which he was so proud of, out of his T-shirt. Then he took his tracksuit jacket off the hanger, put on his gloves, put on his cap and posed in front of the mirror. If he played with his balls a little longer, he would cum here and now. Then Kieron would be fucking pissed. After all, making Call cum was his job.

"I hope the damn rain stops soon!" That was the caption under his latest post. Kieron shouted about how much longer he needed. Call opened the door and shouted back that it was up to Kieron when he could finally cum. A few seconds later, Kieron was standing in the doorway, grinning. He put the mop to one side. And got down on his knees.

Inspiration by @barty123

#male tf #reality change #age reduction #chav tf #ai image

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gduk · 4 years ago

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Car Park Working by Graham Burton

#2018 #GbP #TruckSM24 #construction #hivis #hiviz #orange #workers #workgear #workman #workmen #yellow #©GbP

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tradies2000 · 7 years ago

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That tradie tongue is huge

#Tradie #Hi-vis #Hiviz #Working #Uniform #Workwear #Workgear #Yellow #Gaytradie #Tongue #Bigtongue #Man #Aussie #Tattoo

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david-imrie-sydney-australia · 4 years ago

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Bit wet in Double Bay today. Lucky I wore my Wellington Boots. ✔️ #balenciaga #hiviz #yellow (at Double Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDKrwvblxvs/?igshid=1mxuj4p13dbuz

#balenciaga #hiviz #yellow

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taking-over-his-life · 4 years ago

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Munich Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I had a constant stream of friends and family visit me over the summer, as I tried to pretend that Gunter was in this body, fuck how I enjoyed that. Old boyfriends, shags mates, I played the part well and soon fell into my new life naturally.

I was the son of a rich family, living on an allowance so I didn’t work, and didn't need too, this suited me down to the ground as the sex was just intoxicating, and it was my true drug.

I had been building my body up so the muscles were starting to show and the idea of showing them off turned me on. Bear chested with a leather waistcoat, that was my dress until the rains came. In the clubs and bars I attracted attention, and enjoyed every minute.

One night I had been out clubbing and was walking home. I was out of my mind on speed and drink.

I decided to walk down a tow path near the canal. It was dark, very dark, but in that state I didn’t care. It smelt of dampness and plant life, the dew was on each leaf and stalk.

As I walked in there were the normal tramps sleeping on the benches, I was looking for some hot leather man. I walked right through, about half a mile there was no one there, ‘FUCK’ I said as I headed back.

‘FUCK ‘came a voice from the darkness, ‘please!’ I looked and could see no one, but the voice came from a clump of bushes, so in I went. Stupid fool I would regret this.

I peered into the darkness and a guy got hold of me, ‘You horny fucker, give me your arse’. He started to loosen my chaps, ‘FUCK OFF’ I said, I couldn’t see him , and he was moving too quick. I turned round and started to walk away. An arm came round my neck and pulled me back in. ‘YOUR MINE FAGGOT!!,’ I started to shout, but he forced something into my mouth, it was so filthy and stunk so bad, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP ’ he said. I was on the ground in seconds, He put his hands in my pockets and took my wallet and money, ‘nice, I need some cash' he said. He went through my wallet, and took a letter, ‘this is where you live homo, is it?’ At this he violently kicked me in the stomach. I doubled up in pain, another followed, ‘answer me’ he said threateningy.

‘Yessss,’ I said in pain, my eyes were getting accustomed to him, I saw him, muscled, but a tramp, so filthy the dirt was so bedded into him it looked like leather.

‘Take me there,’ he said as he stood me up and made me walk in front. No one was out it was 4am.

We arrived at the flat he took the keys and opened it, ‘anyone else in, ‘I looked at him and did not answer, ‘If they are they are dead’ he snarled.

He pushed me in and opened each door. When he was satisfied he pushed me into the bedroom.

Nice place faggot, give it to me, I need a base, maybe take your place. I bet I could be a mincing queen.

I was so terrified. He turned the light on, and I saw him properly for the first time. he was attractive, same shape and look and colouring as me. He could be my brother. He was wearing filthy hiviz over old combat trousers, they were so filthy that they were black in places and were shiny, his boots were worn the leather cracking, they were laced , he just stunk to high heavens.

He started to search and found my cache of chems, wow some supply, we are in for a hot night faggot.

He walked over to me and forced me to take 3 pills, FUCK I thought that’s too much, it wasn’t long before I started to drift.

He lifted a chair and put me on it in the bathroom.

He started to strip, Hi vis jacket hoody, both so filthy and stinking, and threw them at me, ‘your new clothes man’ he said, then the combats, and some filthy piss stained long johns under them and the shoes,.

He was so stinking and dirty. ‘You like faggot eh?’ I did, it was getting me hard and he could see.

He went over to the sink and started to shave, he had a large beard but using my clippers, he soon had stubble and a Mexican moustache.

Now he started to shave his head. When he finished, he washed his face. ‘What do you think queer boi’ he said, FUCK, he looked just like me, He got close to me and started to kiss me, as he did, he fiddled with my ears. As he drew back I could see he had taken my rings and he was positioning them on his ears, ‘There we go’, he said, now he took out my nose ring, and put it in his. ‘Don’t I look the fucking part homo.’ he said as he laughed at me.

My nips had the rings taken then my cock. He was in ecstasy as he said, ‘Fuck these feel so great on me. It will be your clothes next tramp boy’

Next he was in the shower, I tried to stand up but couldn’t and fell, straight onto the pile of his clothes, they stunk but were very horny and I was so out of it on chems, they turned me on. he looked out, ‘don’t try to escape MR I need your clothes, and your identity, Your going to enjoy being a lousy tramp Mr.’ he said smiling.

I was terrified, he was going to take my place, what would he do with me.

He stepped out and dried off.

His dick was hard, now I need your clothes to finish it off.

He lifted my leg and started to pull of my boots, then my socks, my breeches left me next then my jock. He got down and took my cock strap, and then in seconds it was all on him

The more he dressed the more he looked like me. My rings arm bands chain, shirt jacket

The lot

The transfer was complete.

‘Well Mr what do u think?’ He was identical. ‘What the fuck are you going to do, your not me, I am! ‘ I said he responded ‘You are now a loser Mr, I the fucking gay boi now, your life is now mine, nobody will know the difference. Im looking forward to living here, in your gear, with your money and lifestyle. Bet id be a great gay shag eh?’

He then started to dress me in the filthy stinking gear he had worn,

He put me on my back and started to pull the long johns on my legs, they were yellow with age and so filthy huge stains on the arse and dick, they smelt so ripe, it was sickening. He pulled them so far up, they caressed my dick and balls. Real man stink, I was getting hard

I couldn't resist. Then the old combats, they fitted me perfectly, he fastened them, and zipped in my dick, old socks so ripe they were slimy on my feet, holes all over, then his boots. He laced them up. ‘You look good MR’ he said

He stood me up and pulled an old T shirt over my head it was so filthy, and stink of BO and beer

Then the hoody top and the old stinking leather jacket and hi vis.

‘Look’ he said as he stood me in front of the mirror, ‘what do u think what a transformation’. ‘Fuck I'm going to enjoy it here, and you will really like the canal,’ My dick was ridged and seeping, I was so horny, and he could see it, the filthy smell and feel of his gear was turning me on. See ‘you want it boi, be a real man, and ill be the faggot. You can have my history in the army memories of my wife and kids, ill be a filthy worthless rich cunt now giving my arse to the biggest dick. Got to act limp and camp, maybe the change will make you a man,’ he laughed and laughed, he started to feel his arse in my jeans, he enjoyed the leather. ‘Feeling his chest and enjoying every minute. I could see the leather was interacting with him, giving him my sensations and feelings, he was really taking my place. He strutted the room and checked himself in the mirror, each time the leather got tighter shaping itself to him.

He pulled me over to the sink and cut my moustache and rubbed some dirt off his boots and into my skin on my face, ‘dirty fucking tramp, loser.’ he whispered

‘Nooo, please your not me ‘I said slurring my words. ‘Only you and I will know that’ he said ‘Take a drink he said and he forced whisky into me 'I was out of it. I could see and hear but had no control.

He got a house plant and forced my fingers in the soil and rubbed the dirt in my hands so I looked the part. He lay me on the floor and pissed all over me, then he lifted me up, I was helpless. He lay me over the sink and started to push his huge dick deep inside me. There was nothing I could do. I enjoyed the feeling so much, I came twice adding to the filth in the long jonhs, then I pissed myself, He pulled at my shoulders as he lunged into me, ‘í want to be you, gunter, Im the faggot now, I want to live your life, Your Nathan, enjoy your new life' he started to cum wads deep inside of me.

I lay on the floor watching him, he was exactly like me, fuck he couldn’t pull it off surely. I'm no tramp. I watching as he got used to my flat and gear, my food, sitting at the table, eating from my plates, wearing my gear, Then phoning on my phone, as he sat down the leather gear moulded to his shape, ‘it s good to be gay ‘he said, laughing at me. He lit up a joint and sat with his boots on my stomach, or rather my boots. He was reading my papers memorising things about me, reading my letters finding out about my family, ‘gunter hammerstaed, that’s me, true fucking German.’he said, looking at me. He repeated my birthdate place of birth etc, things about my family. ‘I'm you now Gunter, I'm you, I'm the faggot boi, me a rich little cuntboi. And you’re the tramp’. he laughed

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

He opened it. It was Peter, ‘Hi Gunter’ he said, and kissed him, he responded. In he came, I tried to speak, peter help, he kicked me hard, ‘who the fuck is he’, said Peter, some old tramp I took pity on’ he replied.

‘Fuck you’re a brave man letting him in here.’ said Peter. I tried to get peters attention, but it wasn’t too long before he was on top of the impersonator and in bed, after hours of fucking peter didn't notice any difference and believed it was me. What was I going to do. Before he left Gunter said, ‘give me a hand getting him back to the canal.’

Peter and him took an arm each and walked me over to the canal It was dark and damp and smelled, of the vegetation around, I tried to speak but couldn’t, Peter said ‘he fucking stinks, maybe we should just fuck him and let him float away in the canal better ending for him’. and he found the spot where we met, there was some cardboard and a few possessions, he lay me down, and whispered, ‘enjoy it, this is you now.’

They both walked away.

It was mid day and I woke up, I was still well gone but could walk, I was going to have that bastard. As I walked towards the flat, there he was with peter in a street café, wearing my levis chaps high boots waistcoat, and cap. My piercing in his ear shone in the sunlight and it caught the silver ring in his nose, his nips stood out with my rings in the and my thick silver chain lay round his neck.

He was wearing al my rings one on each finger, fuck I looked great I thought, that’s my image and I'm having it back, Petr will help me. Fuck he looked great, but that was my life and I was going to have it back. I went up to the table, and got hold of him, ‘your cunt’ I shouted and pushed at him, Peter jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me throwing me into the road, ‘FUCK OFF YOU FILTHY CUNT ‘he said. He looked at the impersonator, ‘see I said you shouldn’t help.’ @ Peter its me ‘ I said, but my voice was still slurred.

‘Go away boi,’ he said to me ‘or ill call the police’, ‘call them’ I said, and they did.

Within minutes they were there, and they explained I had attached him. Peter witnessed it as did others, the police held me and I explained my story, they looked at each other, ‘careful, he has a knife’ shouted the impersonator, ‘where’ said the policemen, ‘he put it in his leg pocket’ he said. The pushed me on the front of the car and searched me, yes it was there, and they found crystal meth, enough to deal, ‘Your coming with us' they said, I was in shock lost didn't know how to react

‘No I screamed, he has stolen my life I'm Gunter hammerstead, not him’, he and peter laughed, ‘too many chems they said’ to the police. I was cuffed and bundled into the back of the car. Then it struck me this nightmare was real

In the car I tried to tell the cops but they ignored me, ‘fucking shut up you dirty filthy tramp’ they said.

I got to the station, and they searched me. He had a passport on him, Nathan johns, he was exactly like me and me him. I was a Canadian. They took my fingerprints and picture and his name went on the record. Fuck now my fingerprints matched his identity , nooooo.

In the morning I was thrown out. So back to the canal I went, then to my flat. The clothes stuck too me, and the smell was riveting, he opened the door,'FUCK’, he cried and pulled me in.

‘You cunt go away, I don’t want you here Nathan. This is my house my life, ive taken it from you, I'm Gunther now’ he said , ‘NO!’ I shouted, he threw me against a wall he was strong, and it winded me. The next minute he was on top of me,’ like your new name Nathan?’ He said, ‘like your filthy clothes and your new life, Canadian boi’,he sneered. I struggled but couldn’t move. ‘Now I am you cunt, understand it, or ill wipe you out,’ he showed me a syringe, I struggled and he jabbed me in the arm, . ‘next time cunt Ill overdose you., and they will find you in the canal, and who the fuck will care about a tramp.’he said

‘I need you passwords and bank codes, faggot, so spill the beans, give them to me’. I passed out.

When I woke up I was tied down and gagged. He was sitting at the far side of the room, napping. He looked unbelievable, it was me, tight leather jeans with a white stripe, fitted him to perfection showing every curve, the highly polished boots,, on his feet, the waistcoat, tatts on his arms identical to mine, his tan, piercings, the muircap, he was an exact replica of who I used to be.

I struggled, and he woke, ‘Keep still Nathan, ’he said 'm not Nathan, I'm Gunter, ’I shouted. Suddenly he delivered a huge blow to my face,’ NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN. You are Nathan’ he screamed.

I started to speak and he forced my mouth open and forced some drugs in. ‘Your with me now till you’re a full time druggy Nat’. and he started to laugh, I was tripping and couldn’t stop myself

.Hours went by, I woke up, he was there , ‘who are you’ he said ‘gunter’ I replied. he punched me so violently, and more drugs were forced.

Again, ‘who are you' he said. I looked into his eyes so angry so evil, I hesitated, he looked at me, with pure evil. ‘I'm I'm I'm Nathan’ I said with tears rolling down my face., ‘Good he said, who am I' ‘Gunter I said

‘Excellent boi’ he said , he questioned me on my family and I told him everything he wrote it down then bank accounts the lot, he had my history my money my gear my house my looks, he was me.

And me, well Nathan is my name now, I'm a tramp in Munich.

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collarchronicles · 2 years ago

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Do you want to know what it’s going to happen? I’ll give you a preview.

Take Frank here. Yesterday he wanted to show how much cool he was in his fancy suit. And now he cannot wear anything else than orange hiviz sets of workgear. Everytime he’ll try to wear a shirt, his transformation into a dumb bloke will progress further. I guess he has tried already three or four times, considering his progress.

There’s no escape, though. He’s gonna be fired from his firm (never seen a lawyer in hiviz lol). So he’ll desperately try to wear any kind of shirt to get back in track of his life and everytime he’ll find himself being more and more downgraded. His hiviz getting dirtier, his mind getting emptier, his body getting bearish, until he become a bald, beer bellied, hirsute bear of a man.

He’s going to make a great addition to the crew on the construction site by the end of the week. And you’re going to be the next one.

Oh, and you’re hot in the yellow hivis you’re wearing.

Welcome to your new life.

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captainlondonman · 6 months ago

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SKIN COP

It had been a fucking great night. Joss was out with all his skin mates at his favourite pub downing the beers, puffing on the ciggies and his best skin band was playing. All the lads jumping up and down chanting Oi Oi Oi.

‘It don’t get much better than this,’ he thought. ‘Us skins are the best. We know how to enjoy, and fuck everyone else. Shit I’m pissed’ but who cares .’

He stumbled out of the pub and as he walked up the road he needed a good piss. ‘No fucking wonder after all that beer,’ he said to himself

So turning into an alley he unzipped his bleachers and pulled his cock out.

‘Fucking great knob I got.’ he said as he let a steamy stinking bright yellow piss stream out from his cock. As he let rip with the piss he gave his knob and good shake and was about to stuff it back in his bleachers, probably not having shaken enough so he’d get a good wet patch showing, when he suddenly felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

‘So relieving yourself in a public place are you?’ he heard a deep voice behind him

‘What the fuck.’ he answered trying to spin round to kick the living shit out of the guy but the strong determined hand kept him rooted.

‘Think you are a skin basher eh? I wouldn’t try it if I was you. Doesn’t help to try it on with a police officer. You know what they say about the strong arm of the law.’

‘Now turn around and don’t try anything with those Rangers of yours.’

Joss turned around to give the copper a murderous look.

He was a good 6’ tall, built like a brick shithouse with police uniform but open neck white shirt showing chest hair, and full HIViz yellow padded protective top. He was wearing his cap but Joss could see he had a shaved head. He looked like a bulldog and Joss quickly decided he was not going to punch the guy.

‘So you think you can pee in a public place and that’s OK?’

‘Christ I was desperate and there was no way I would make it home without pissing all the way down me bleachers.’

‘Well we don’t want your bleachers ruined do we,’ he said sarcastically. ‘I can arrest you and take you in for this.’ he added jangling his handcuffs

‘You’ve got to be bloody joking.’

‘I don’t joke you dirty little skinhead.’ The policeman leant forward putting his face almost up against Joss’s ‘The law is the law and you’ve just broken it.’

‘It was only a piss’

‘Looked to me a bloody long steaming one at that. I was watching you.’

‘Christ so you saw me take my prick out and the whole fucking pee.’

‘I did’

So what are you going to do? Did you get off watching me? Are you taking me in.’

‘Don’t be so fucking cheeky and I’m thinking about it. Its what you deserve but then maybe there is a way out of it that you may prefer.’

‘Thank god so tell me.’

The policeman took hold of Joss’s wrist and thrust his hand into the policeman’s crotch. Joss’s hand was around the guy’s cock.

‘Fucking hell mate is that your truncheon? And you have a right boner there from seeing me piss. A right fucking bulge.’

Joss let his hand move up and down the shaft stroking it through the black thick fabric.

‘Looks as if you might prefer the alternative, skin boy’

‘Are you being serious?’

‘Well the way you are rubbing my dick makes you look pretty serious so you know what you need to do next and now guide that hand of yours to my zip. It’s either this way or I arrest you.’

Joss knew exactly what he had to do as his cock was now filling up his bleachers and straining at the denim.

‘Fuck what a turn on.’ he thought. ‘Rubbing a coppers prick. And a good big prick at that.’

Joss slowly unzipped the policeman’s fly and let his hand inside.

Christ the guy was wearing no underpants and Joss could feel his dick pushing against the material. The guy had a right boner, a good thick shaft and large cut head. Joss let his hand rub against the cock skin admiring its size

‘Well skin boy, no point of it staying in there. Let me get it out for you.’

Pushing Joss’s eager hand away the policemen put his own hand inside and eased his dick out and as he released it, it sprang up almost vertical, gleaming in the night light.

‘Don’t just stare at it. Get your mouth round it and kneel. I like to see a skin kneeling in front of the police. Not so full of yourself now. Bet you’ve never sucked off a copper before have you. I’m going to love seeing a skin give me a blow job.’

The policeman stood with his legs astride and grabbing Joss’s head pushed him into the kneeling position.

‘Well don’t just look at my big cock, suck it. Let me feel that spit of your over my nice shiny head. I take no prisoners and I want to feel those lips of yours tight against by balls and Hiviz jacket.’

‘Christ,’ thought Joss, ‘I’ve done many things with guys but never sucked off a cop and shit its making feel fucking horny with him in full uniform, cap and all.’

There was no time to think as the cop took hold of Joss’s head and rammed it down his shaft making Joss almost gag but he knew he had to obey and take the full length. The cop was obviously wanting to shoot his load without being seen.

‘Bet you love sucking off a policeman in full kit eh?’ The cop sneered ‘I love a skin in all his macho gear in front of me doing as he is told. Makes me even more horny and tell you what boy you’ve had a few cocks down that throat of yours the way you are gobbling me. You like big dick and mine is just right for you. I love my hands on that shaved head of yours, just like mine, more manly but I am the top here.’

Joss’s mouth was firmly stuck against the cop’s balls and he could feel the padded hiviz jacket against his head. The cop took hold again of Joss’s head and started to manhandle it up and down his shaft.

‘Not such a brave skin now are you, you little shit with a policeman’s cock rammed down your throat. That’s it you little bugger suck it and then you will feel me fill that throat of yours with my spunk.’

Hearing the cop speak like this had Joss’s cock straining and pulsating inside his bleachers. He was so busy sucking and his hands gripping what part of the coppers shaft was not in his mouth that he could not undo his own flies. He was now wound up to a frenzy and wanted every drop the cop could spurt down his throat. Joss started moaning with pure delight

‘I knew you loved cock the moment I saw you take out that prick of yours, that tight arse of yours in your bleachers, made for a fuck even if you think you’re a real tough nut. I love seeing a skin like you work on that thick dick of mine and hearing you moan has me ready to shoot. So take it all you dirty little skin.’

With a final push and ramming his cock as far down Joss’s throat as he could go so that his pubes were rubbing against Joss’s face the cop erupted his spunk.

Feeling the cream speeding all the way down inside him was too much for Joss and with a loud moan his cock exploded inside his bleachers and he felt his cum moving down inside and making a wide wet patch all across his flies. Joss sat back exhausted while the cop stood back and shoved his dripping cock back into his police trousers he looked down at Joss. ‘Don’t know how you are going to hide that getting home but no one will guess you came because you sucked off a cop. You’ve got a lot of spunk there so I guess you enjoy you blow job.

‘For a copper it was fucking great. Hope that’s me off the hook now.’

‘Well not quite, he replied scribbling down a note which he passed to Joss.

‘Follow this and you will be Ok otherwise I know where you hang out and I’ll come after you. Use your jacket to cover that cock of yours you and

wipe my cum of your mouth before you go anywhere. Good night.’

Joss looked at the paper and it gave an address. ‘Be there tomorrow and don’t be late or you will regret it.’

‘Christ what is going on. It looks like a home address. Shit I ain’t going round to any cop’s home. But as he thought about the blow job he had given and his cock started swelling up again. No matter what he felt about going he knew he had to find out. The next evening he found the address and pressed the bell to the house. Joss only had skin gear but he had purposely worn the cum stained bleachers from last night with his oxblood DMs, a black Lonsdale T shirt and of course the bomber jacket He was a skin head so why dress different and anyway that is all he wore. The door opened and the cop was standing there is a T shirt and jeans and bare feet.

‘I knew you would come, so have a beer and loosen up a bit mate. I have an idea. We will start by you taking off all your clothes.’

‘What in front of you?’

‘Yes, in fact there is no asking, I am telling you. Get your bloody clothes off now.’ Even though not in police gear the guy demanded obeying and Joss quickly did as he was told but sat down to unlace his boots and take off his white socks. Almost like an innocent he stood naked with his hands over his cock to hide himself and not knowing what was coming next.

‘Well that wasn’t too bad was it. So now go into the next room and put on the clothes I have laid out for you and then return here. Got it?’

Without replying Joss went into the room and closed the door behind him.

He could not believe what was lying spread out on the bed. It was a full police uniform, his uniform.

‘Fuck whoever thought I’d get into police gear but its gonna to be a bit big but worth the fun. His idea.’

Joss first put on the black socks then the white short sleeved shirt open necked, then the black thick police trousers which had the belt attached with handcuffs, baton and walkie talkie

‘Fuck it’s the real thing.’ Joss said to himself.

Then the shiny heavy soled black boots and the yellow HiViz padded protective jacket. It felt good. Finally the last item, the police cap which fitted his head and came down low on his forehead. Joss stood in front of the long mirror to stare at his reflection.

‘Fuck it looks bloody great, perhaps a bit big but I look a real cop. I’m the law.’ With the cap set low and his legs apart he started to feel his cock rise and as it hardened down the inside of the trousers he started to feel really horny and in need of some action.

‘God knows what I expect when I open the door but there had better be some sex in this.’

He opened the door and stepped back into the room and suddenly his eyes were out on stalks.

The cop was standing in his full skin gear which was moulded to his body, from the bomber jacket to the T shirt and those bleachers had never seen so much of a thick cock down the denim leg. It looked almost like a third leg, a huge bloody bulge, the bleachers set into his oxblood boots. But the guy was standing there holding Joss’s dirty smelly white socks clenched in his hands, sniffing the rank smell. Not only was he sniffing but he had some of the sock stuffed into his mouth chomping and was clearly so turned on.

Something suddenly snapped inside Joss’s head

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing you dirty skin’ Joss snorted. ‘You can’t go around getting off on other people’s sock you fucking towrag. I’m telling you as a cop. You will have to pay for this.’

‘Stupid fucking cop you what you gonna do about it?’ I’m a fucking skin, you don’t tell me what to do.’

‘Is that right. You do as I say, I’m the boss here not you.’

‘Aw fuck off.’

And with that Joss took off the handcuffs and like lightening caught the guy’s hand and snapped on the cuffs while he was still clenching the socks.

‘There you are now, a bloody skin in cuffs. Just what all skins should be in. Now get down on your knees scumbag.’

‘Fuck you, you cop.’

‘I said get down or else I’ll take this baton to you. Your choice.’

The guy got down on his knees facing Joss’s police crotch.

‘See this cock of mine, well its bloody bursting inside these trousers and needs a good seeing to and who is best at cock sucking but you, you skinhead. I love skins giving me a blow job.’

Joss undid his flies and pulled out his hard cock straight into the face of the skinhead in front of him.

‘Not a bad bit of meat for you to get down your throat eh.. Let me see you drop a nice load of spit onto my shaft.’

The cop did as he was told and let and mighty gob on allowing Joss to take his hand and rub it up and down the shaft.

‘Now get on with it and let me see that mouth of yours disappear into my balls.’

As the cop opened his mouth wide to take Joss’s thick prick so Joss took one of the booted feet and brought it up sharply between the cop’s legs rubbing it into the bleachers.

‘That cock of yours is sure needing released so why not get it out still with your handcuffs on.’

The cop let down his flies and managed to get both hands down inside and pull out a meaty cock already showing signs of precum from acting out.’

‘Don’t worry too much about that cock of yours, its mine you need to concentrate on.’

Joss took hold of the guy’s head and rammed it fully up to the hilt.

‘That’s it you skin choke of my prick. Get it right down the back of your throat. Suck and suck hard.’

Joss was determined to the skin take all his spunk and was pushing his full length in and out with increasing speed.

‘Why don’t you start on your own cock you shitty little scum. Let me see you wank while you suck me off. Now let me unload in you. Get ready to swallow all my cum.’

With his hands around the skin’s neck Joss gave a final push forwards to shoot his load down the throat the guy gulping but not quick enough as the cum spilt out his mouth and down his chin. Taking so much cum was too much and still with his handcuffs on his hand gave a final rub and he shot a great arc of cum all over Joss’s policeman trousers.

The two guys stood facing one another.

‘Well are you going to uncuff me now mate?’

‘Tempted not to, but Christ that was a bloody good blow job so OK.’

‘Thought you might like a bit of role play and to know what its like to be a cop and be sucked by a skin.’

‘Bloody amazing. Perhaps I should join the force after this.’

Probably not a good idea mate, you are hot enough being a skinhead. So get your clothes off and now I need to have my trousers cleaned after so much of my own cum over them. Get back into your clothes.

Joss got back into his own gear and had the chance to see the cop standing naked in front of him.

‘Fucking great bod you got there.’

‘Us police all look great. Now get the fuck out and back to you mates.’

Joss’s head was spinning.

‘Fuck sucking off a cop and then having him suck me and what a blow job he gives.’

Next night Joss went to the Skinhead pub but for some reason all his mates were not there, probably gone down to the coast for the binge. He was standing at the bar quietly drinking his pint when he felt that hand on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look round as he knew who that grip belonged to.

‘Fuck me not a cop in here?’

‘No not a cop.’ said this familiar voice

Joss turned to view and it was not the cop , well it was him but he was standing there is full skin gear and not just any gear. He was wearing 22 hole black Rangers that came half way up his massive legs and pair of light bleachers and what a fucking packet he had showing, A Black Fred perry shirt and black A1 jacket

‘Fucking hell mate. Is that your gear?’

What do you think. If you had checked my cupboard you’d have seen it stuffed with skin gear. I don’t usually come here because I am a cop but I knew you might be here so thought it worth the risk and sure enough . So can I get you a pint. By the way no Cop here its Ben.’

‘Shit man sure yes.’

The two started talking the cop or Ben telling him he had been a skin on the quiet for ages. Had always been turned on by boots and bleachers and the fact the guys were all tough and threatening .

As they stood talking Joss was suddenly aware that Ben’s hand had started to unzip the rear zip of his bleachers and little by little as the zip went down so his arse opened up more. Once the zip was nicely down Ben’s finger started playing with his hole. He dipped his finger in the beer and then moved it around Joss’s hole slowly pushing up and moving it around. Joss let his arse move out to be worked on a bit more and he responded by letting his hand move down to Ben’s crotch. As he moved his hand over the lump so he could feel it responding and grow rapidly in his hand.

‘Fucking hell man you know how to turn a skin on.’

‘Don’t know about you but my cock is throbbing having my finger up your hole and like it or not but I really need a good fuck now.’

‘Tell you what that’s two of us. Knowing that big cock of yours and now feeling it full size in my hand I want that up me big time.’

‘Then let’s get into that alley before I explode my cum into my bleachers’. The two guys virtually raced out of the pub and down the side alley, Ben keeping a firm hand on Joss’s arse.

Once up the alley Ben pushed Joss up against the wall.

‘Fuck man I need to get my cock up that arse of yours so let’s not muck around

Put your hands up against the wall and stick that nice meaty arse of your out. While you are at it you’d better unzip that cock of yours and get it out cause my hand is going to be round that shaft of yours.’

Ben took hold of the rear of the bleachers and pulled Joss’s cheeks wide.

‘Nice hole you have mate. Just ripe for a skin’s cock and a nice big cock at that.’

The cop unzipped himself and pulled out the fully erect prick that was half way down his bleachers.

‘Fuck man I already have a nice bit of precum on my head. Just needs a good drop of my spit to be ready for you.’

Ben let a large gob drop onto his prick and rubbed it to cover the entire shaft.

‘Jesus am I throbbing or what. Now get those legs of yours apart and keep your hands up. This is a skin fucking you now.’

Ben eased his cock in line with Joss’s hole and started to push

‘Stick your fucking arse out to take it mate.’

As Joss pushed his arse out so the cops cock slid in further and further until joss could him the whole way in and feel the cops balls pushing against him.

‘That’s it boy feel this thick cock of mine all the way up you. Let’s see what you are like.’

And with that the cop took his hand and brought it out onto Joss’s cock working his way down the shaft until he came to the raw head.

‘I’m not the only one with some precum. I can feel that cock of yours throbbing and ready to cum once my spunk gets all the way up you. Let me give you a good rub. Like me wanking you boy whilst I fuck.’

‘Shit man having you fuck me as a skin is even better than you being the cop. I only get fucked by skins and you are one of the best.’

‘Right let me ride you now.’

The cop skin started to move his cock up and down Joss’s arsehole, slowly at first and increasing as his breathing became faster.

‘That’s it boy keep your arse out and let me fuck you. I want you to cum all over the wall and leave your mark.’

The more the cop fucked the more he wanked Joss.

‘I’m ready now to explode so take all my spunk, my balls are heavy with all I have for you. Once more push and it’s all yours.’

Hearing the cop shout to him and have his breathing hard into his neck was too much for Joss and he shouted

‘I’m fucking cumming man.’

‘Yeah me too take it boy take my spunk’

The two shot their load at the same time one against the brick wall and the other roaring up Joss’s arse.

The cop sank against Joss’s back

‘I fucking needed that. Having a blow job is one thing but Christ I really wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you.’

‘Tell you what mate when you stood naked in front of me the other day I wanted that cock of your all the way up and you don’t disappoint.’

As they zipped up Joss turned and said.

‘You are one thing as a cop but I prefer you as a skin like me.’

‘Then Skin it is from now on, but you and me are now fuck buddies got that.’

‘Suits me.’

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