Joe discovers what he really needs

As he lay in bed, Joe thought about his session the previous evening with Carter, Conor and Jason. The sex was great but, much as he enjoyed fucking Jason, he couldn’t help imagining himself in the lad’s place, looking up as two guys held his legs apart while a third fucked him hard. He closed his eyes, imagined that scene with Carter, Conor and Matt (the skinhead who, along with Carter, had fucked him when he was caught in the garage). He wanked off to this scene, quickly shooting a load of cum all over himself and the bed sheets. He pulled an old towel from under the bed and cleaned himself off before falling asleep.

The following morning, Joe was on the bus to work when his phone pinged with a text from Carter:

“Ok M8? Matt is looking for your number. Are you ok with me passing it on?”

“Sure.” Joe replied.

“Will do, but be warned. He thinks you’re an easy lay!”

“Fuck off, Carter”

“😁”

Joe thought no more about the exchange until his phone rang that afternoon. It was Matt, asking if he would like to meet up for a drink sometime.

“Sure” replied Joe, “Where and when?”

“How about Friday evening? There’s a pub near me I think you’ll like. It’s called The Bell. I’ll text you the address. Does 8.00pm suit?”

“Yeah, that’s great. See you then, Matt.”

Given the nature of their previous sexual encounter, Joe knew nothing about Matt, other than that he looked horny in his skinhead gear and was a good fucker. He was also a mate of Carter's, so shouldn’t be a complete arsehole.

Friday evening rolled around, and Joe got dressed to meet Matt at the pub. He wore a white T-shirt, skinny jeans and white and blue Nike trainers. The T-shirt framed Joe’s torso nicely, while the jeans showed off his muscular ass and thighs. “That’ll do.” he thought, checking himself out in the mirror.

Joe took an Uber to the pub, a fifteen-minute drive, and arrived just after eight. He jumped out of the cab, and stopped dead in his tracks as three skinheads in full skin gear went in ahead of him. “Fuck!” he thought. It never occurred to him that Matt would have invited him to a pub catering for his particular fetish. Too late to do anything about it now, so in he went.

It wasn’t as bad as Joe expected. There were groups of skinheads, but also lots of guys in ‘chav’ gear -  Adidas and Nike football shirts, sweatpants or tight trackie bottoms and trainers, so Joe didn’t stand out as much as he feared.

Matt walked in after just a couple of minutes. He was wearing a navy Fred Perry polo shirt buttoned to the neck, red braces, Levi bleachers and black sixteen-hole DMs. Fuck, thought Joe, he looks hot!

Joe had ordered a pint of lager and asked Matt what he wanted. He had the same and they propped themselves against the wall at the back of the bar. Happily, Matt was easy to make conversation with and, after a second pint, Joe felt pretty relaxed in his company.

“So, are you a full-time skinhead?” Joe asked. Matt laughed and said “Err, no, I’m a senior nurse in a geriatric ward and I think I’d give the old boys and girls a heart attack if I turned up dressed like this!”

“Sorry, what I meant to ask is if you go out a lot in your skin gear? Don’t you worry what people think when the see you, that you’re a racist thug or a Nazi?”

“Yes, I wear the gear a lot and, no, I don’t worry about what people think. Those who know me know I’m neither of those things, just a gay man with a fetish. Look around you. There are no racists, thugs or Nazis here, just gay skins and chavs getting off on each other. You do need to have the mindset of a Millwall football fan though, knowing everyone hates you, and not giving a shit!”

Joe was impressed by Matt's self-confidence. He was clearly a man completely at ease with himself, including his sexuality and sexual fetishes.

“You would make a great skinhead.” Matt continued. “You’ve got a fit body, you look tough, and you’ve already got the haircut!”

Joe didn’t say so, but the thought had occurred to him when he shaved his head after breaking up with Lee, and particularly after his first encounter with Matt. He just smiled at the prospect.

“You’re about the same size as me. We should go back to mine so you can try on some gear, see how it feels.”

Joe thought this was just a play to get him back to Matt’s, but he was happy to play along, particularly if he got to see how he would look as a skinhead. They drank up their third beer and walked back to Matt’s place, just ten minutes away.

The flat was small, but neat and tidy. In the corner of the living room, Joe noticed a bench press with some substantial looking weights on the bar. Matt’s taut and muscular body wasn’t just the result of lucky genes then.

“Beer?” Matt asked, walking to the fridge and taking a couple of cans out.

“Thanks.” replied Joe, taking one and cracking it open.

“Right, let’s get you kitted out. Take off your trainers and clothes.” Matt ordered. Joe, complied, conscious that his cock was swelling in his tight jeans. He had gone commando, as he often did when going out.

Matt pulled out a red polo shirt, pale Levi bleachers, yellow braces, red football socks and cherry red twenty-hole DMs, laying them on the bed in front of Joe.

“Put the socks on first. You’ll never pull them up after you put on the bleachers.” Joe did as instructed, then pulled on the tight jeans. “Now the boots, before you zip up the bleachers.” It took Joe some minutes to lace up the boots, by which time he had a hard-on, much to Matt’s amusement. He pushed his big cock down into the jeans, where it left a prominent bulge, and a drop of pre-cum seeped through the denim. Joe pulled on the polo shirt, buttoned it to the neck and tucked it into the bleachers. Matt clipped the yellow braces onto the waistband of the bleachers, pulled them up over Joe’s broad shoulders and stood back to take it all in.

“Very horny... I’d shag you!” was Matt’s verdict. Joe turned to look at himself in the full-length mirror opposite the bed, and really liked what he saw, especially with Matt standing alongside him.

Matt turned to Joe, put his hands behind his head and pulled him in, kissing him passionately. The two men embraced and caressed each other’s body. Matt slipped Joe’s braces off his shoulders, unbuttoned his polo shirt and pulled it off over his head, doing the same with his own. He knelt down in front of Joe, unzipped his flies and pulled out his cock.

Matt took Joe’s cock in his mouth and sucked it, gently at first, then more vigorously, Joe held Matt’s head and pushed his cock deep into his throat, causing him to gag. After a few minutes, Matt looked up at Joe and said,

“Fuck me.”

He led Joe into the living room, where he undid the zip in his bleachers that ran from front to back between his legs. Matt lay on his back on the bench, and lifted his legs up and apart, resting his boots on the bar and exposing his cock and arse. Joe knelt in front of him and began to suck his cock and lick his hole. Matt gestured to his left, where Joe saw a large pump-bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount on his hand, lubing up his cock and Matt’s hole.

Matt groaned softly as Joe slipped his cock in to his hole, easing it back and forward until it was deep inside. He moved in and out, gently at first, but increasing in force and pace as Matt urged him on. At the same time, he stroked Matt’s cock, which was now rock-hard and dripping pre-cum.

Joe could easily have shot his load into or over Matt, but he wanted more before cumming. He leant forward, kissed Matt passionately and whispered. “Now fuck me... please.”

The two men quickly changed positions and Matt undid the zip in Joe’s bleachers all the way to the back. He pumped a lot of lube into his hand and began to massage Joe's hole, slipping one finger, then two, then a third inside. He moved his hand in and out, slipping a fourth finger in.

Joe realised that Matt planned to do more than just fuck him. He winced as he felt the pressure of Matt’s knuckles against his hole.

“Just tell me to stop if it gets too much.” Do you want some poppers to relax you?” Joe nodded and Matt produced a small brown bottle, which he deftly opened with just one hand. He inhaled deeply before handing the bottle to Joe, who did the same.

Joe felt the rush of the poppers and his sphincter relaxed, allowing Matt to slip his hand into Joe’s willing hole. He gently probed and massaged Joe inside, causing him to writhe in pleasure at the unfamiliar sensations.

After a while, Matt gently removed his hand, lubed up his cock and began to fuck Joe, wanking him at the same time. It wasn't long until Joe shot his load all over his chest and face. Matt pulled out and jacked off over Joe, exploding over his body, which was already drenched in sweat and cum.

Matt pulled Joe up off the bench and embraced him, kissing him passionately. The two men showered together before falling into bed, exhausted but happily intertwined. Not since Lee had Joe spent the night with another guy, but after allowing Matt to take control of him so completely, he felt secure enough to do so.

Joe awoke to find Matt facing him in bed, smiling.

“Morning handsome! Sleep well?”

“Yes, like a baby.” Joe replied.

“How about some breakfast? It’s only coffee, cereal or toast, sorry.”

“Toast is fine, thanks.”

Matt rolled out of bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. He pulled a second pair of shorts from a drawer and threw them in Joe’s direction.

When Joe joined him in the kitchen, Matt had boiled the kettle and was filling a cafetiere. Four slices of brown toast popped up from the toaster.

They sat opposite each other across a small round table, both still sleepy, but very relaxed and comfortable. Matt spoke first:

“So, are you now officially a skinhead? Do we need to take you shopping for Fred Perrys, bleachers and boots?”

“Hmm, not sure I’d have the balls for it.” Joe replied.

“Well, we could just dress you up and sneak you out under cover of darkness. The Friday night crowd in The Bell would be all over you. You would have to beat them off with a baseball bat, but that would just make them even hornier!”

Both men laughed at the image of mayhem in The Bell.

“So, how come you haven’t found a nice skinhead to take home to meet your mother?” Joe asked, teasingly.

Matt paused before replying: “I’m not in the right place for a relationship right now. I had a bad break-up last year after five years together. Martin, my arsehole of an ex, fell for some twink and fucked off. The twink did the same to him after three months, so what goes around…”

Joe could see he was still not over the break-up. His heart sank a little and he realised that he could easily fall for Matt.

“Anyway, his loss. I’m having a good time hooking up with hot guys and exploring my sleazy side!” Matt continued, lightening the mood.

After an hour of easy conversation, Joe excused himself and left Matt to get on with his day. On the bus home, he thought about the night before and how much he had enjoyed submitting absolutely to Matt’s control. More stuff to process…