Skinheads Guarantee Aggressive Virile Pleasure

I dream of having sex with a skinhead. I like seeing a guy in bleachers. I imagine that the white spots are dried sperm residues. When a skinhead has a bat in his hand, it’s not to beat the hell out of you, but rather to give an indication of how hard and deep he can fuck a masculine hungry ass.

I will be honest and say, of the bat (lol), that I did not know much about skinheads until I saw a short video on Facebook showing two muscular guys following each other on the street, both with tight bulging bleachers. Holy fuck! I was hypnotized on the spot, salivating like a kid over a lollipop.

When most people think of skinheads, they have in mind the societal stereotype of hate mongers, bigots, and neo-Nazis. In general, the skinhead subculture seems to be characterized by aggressively masculine hair and dress styles, including shaved heads and heavy boots. In many countries skinheads are commonly viewed as extreme right-wing nationalists or neo-fascists who espouse anti-Semitic and other racist views. The reality is quite different.

A short stroll down History lane will set the record straight, so to speak. The skinhead movement originated around 1965 in the working-class neighborhoods of London, England. It was the reaction of working-class teenagers against the rising middle class and what they perceived as conservatism creeping into British society. They rejected the youthful counterculture movement—in particular its ethos of peace and love — and deliberately cultivated aspects of style and culture that were furthest removed from it.

Today, historians tend to regroup skinheads in four main categories: 1. Traditional Skinheads who reject all politics and labels; 2. Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice (SHARP); 3. White Power/National Socialist or racist neo-Nazi skinheads; 4. Red Anarchistic Skinheads (RASH) or communist skinheads. There are Gay Aryan Skinheads (GASH) in each of these four categories.

A short note on the dress code. The general "uniform" of the skinheads includes flight jackets, polo shirts, Levi 501s/tight jeans often bleached, steel-cap combat boots (Doc Martens, Gripfasts, and others), and either shaved head or close-cut hair.

On the musical side, the early skinhead subculture was originally associated with black music genres such as soul, ska, R&B, rocksteady and early reggae. The most popular music style among late-1970’s skinheads was 2 Tone, a fusion of ska, rocksteady, reggae, pop and punk rock.

Many skinheads also embraced Oi!, a working class punk subgenre that combines standard punk with elements of football chants, pub rock and British glam rock. Among some skinheads, heavy metal is popular; bands such as the Canadian act Blasphemy, whose guitarist is Black, has been known to popularize and merchandise the phrase "black metal skinheads".

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Enough of history. Let’s get into skinhead man-to-man pleasure! My nephew Jim likes to listen to heavy metal music while he’s surfing on the Pinterest site to admire pics of guys in bleachers. When he shares his taste with his gay uncle, I tell him that he should go one step further. I direct him to a site where he can meet skinheads and probably have fun. The start is dazzling.

Jim, 16, is invited to a skinhead’s place for an “initiation session”. Bob, 19, is already a master with a well-planned strategy. As soon as Jim walks in, he kisses him vigorously, and brushes his firm bulge on the young visitor’s crotch. He then directs him to the bathroom where he starts to shave my nephew’s hair. At each stroke of the razor, Jim’s cock expands.

They take place on the sofa and Bob sets to work. He sniffs the swollen cock in the white underwear, and starts to bite it, which triggers moans of pleasure and makes the hard rock dick burst out. Bob then seizes the baseball bat close by and warns his enthusiastic neophyte.

“You think your pistol is long and hard, kid, but let me tell you that mine is like this bat!”

“You’re my skinhead master, please initiate me to hard and deep virile fun!”

On that note, Bob positions himself for savage raw penetration. He barely spits on Jim’s hole or lubricates his own curved bazooka. Keeping his bleachers on, he shoves his powerful engine in the begging hole. Each pounding blow triggers cries of “Please, stop!” and “Please, keep destroying my virgin ass!”

Bob expels a first jet of cum in the dripping butt of his "student", licks as much as possible, rolls over Jim and kisses him passionately, mixing saliva and sperm. He then sucks Jim’s cock, pumping the juice while squeezing the balls as if they were oranges. What he has in mind is getting more white spots on his bleachers. Jim doesn’t have to say a word, Bob is reading his mind.

He pulls the baseball bat, shoves the smaller end in the neophyte’s arse and the larger one in his own stretched hole. Bob and Jim gradually move in a pas de deux choreography while jerking off. To the sound of 2 Tone, they explode like a geyser. Jim collects the creamy reward, and Bob picks up his jeans to have them covered with the precious jizz. It will be a trademark of genuine skinhead virile fun.

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Bob is not fond of labels. He doesn’t call himself a Skinhead Against Racial Prejudice (SHARP), but he knows how to appreciate a Black guy when he sees one in bleachers. He meets Brad, 23, at a beer party, they drink a few bottles, exchange a few words or coded messages, and leave the bar together, each caressing their bulging crotch.

Tall and dark like Usain Bolt, Brad is a Jamaican who definitely has a more muscular built than Bob. His perky ass may look like an amazing DRIVE-IN sign, but a 10-inch cock (25.5 cm) makes him a premium Top. His head is completely shaven, lips are thick and luscious. As soon as they are on their way to Bob’s apartment, Brad pulls him over and smacks a 40-second kiss. Bob reacts by sucking the tongue of his new Black partner. When other skinheads see this expression of non-racist masculinity, they energetically applaud.

Brad follows Bob to the bathroom. As they unzip to pee, his host suggests they have a golden shower instead. They undress, jump in the large shower area, kiss again, and start shooting their warm amber liquid on each other’s stomach, crotch, thighs and ass. They both seem to pour half a gallon (1.9 liters) of piss.

Once lying in bed, the Black and White skinheads cuddle, caress, kiss and tickle each other with frenzy. Bob imagines that he’s soon going to be fucked by a stallion, but Brad is sending a different signal. He’s offering his wide rump roast to be pounded. “I want your curved white rod in my black satanic haven. I want your one-eye trouser snake to tickle, press, and rub my walnut prostate. Put on your boots and fuck the hell out of me!”

Bob’s dick is obviously firm, but he had no idea that it could get even harder than usual. The size and sight of Brad’s ass cheeks is intoxicating. The split or groove between the buttocks seems to be yelling for help. Bob slides his weapon up and down the cleavage, as if he was giving a back massage. Brad’s moans encourage him to slap vigorously, to knock heavily on the back door.

The knob is anxious to penetrate, but Bob takes pleasure in poking the rosebud. He kisses, licks and sucks it with frenzy. Once it’s well lubricated, he plunges his curve dagger inside the black hole and starts pounding Brad as if he was hamburger meat or a punching ball. One thing is sure, he’s having a ball.

The black & white skin contrast is exhilarating. While shoving his stick in and out, Bob slaps the chocolate cheeks. He dreams of pouring chocolate milk inside Brad’s welcoming caboose. When the latter senses that Bob is on the verge of cumming, he yells “Explode your full load inside me, I will return as much as possible. We’re going to have a felching treat!” On that note, Bob creams his partner’s satanic haven, then positions himself to scoop his own nectar dripping from a black bowl. He loses no time to share it with Brad by French kissing.

It’s now the Black skinhead’s turn to get cock satisfaction. He’s ready to pound his bazooka in Bob’s… skull. A tongue tickling his cock, and a mouth sucking it obviously make him feel like a demon. Pounding a face makes him feel powerful; he has full control while reading the eyes and mind of his partner.

“My juice is boiling, babe, prepare yourself for a super load!”