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It was a Friday as I recall. I remember it was the beginning of a really hot spell and school had been in the middle of internal exams. I was a very bright, impressionable teen boy – 14 years old - and well respected by the teachers. Respected because I was always punctual, dressed in full school uniform and a fourth form (Year 10 today) Prefect. I was in that role because I could be trusted, my mates respected me and I could show good leadership skills and discipline amongst my “fellow” pupils.

The school was an all-boys establishment located in the middle of a council estate in East London – Millwall to be exact. Its population was quite diverse – White, Asian, Black and a mixture of Western and Eastern European boys. Fights were commonplace but mostly we all kept to our own. Clashes only took place when any of the ethnics ventured on to another’s ‘territory’. 

Oh! And then there was the small group of white skinheads. Their uniform was radically different from the rest of us, much to the annoyance of the Headmaster, but then he was a fucking twat of a guy!

They dressed in Lonsdale and Fred Perry polo shirts or t’s displaying ‘England’ flags. They wore their skin tight, well almost skin tight 501s with turn ups, or blue and white Bleachers, just above their 14-hole Doc Marten Cherries and were suspended with ½ inch wide braces to keep them nicely formed and tight round their cute skinhead arses! They were a good two or three years older than me, although they had recruited some kids from the lower years. And they all strutted around the place – like bullies – looking really fucking hard and angry. And they were fucking hard! I was terrified of them even though I felt I could look after myself! I used to try and avoid them as much as possible. 

There was one guy though that I really liked the look of and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I came to know him later as Kit. I think he noticed me looking at him. He looked at me for a moment but then he turned away again and carried on chatting and joking with his mates. 

“What’s your name?” you ask. Well I’ll tell you. My name was Gavin, but that changed at the point when my whole life changed forever.

I don’t think I told you but our school back then was quite an old fashioned, solid brick building, with stairs up to a second floor and with its toilets situated in a separate toilet block across the playground. 

If we got caught short we had to ask permission to go and that was a really fucking hard job too, often met with a resounding “No. Go at break!” So, I, along with everyone else used to gauge ourselves and relieve ourselves at break time. As I remember the fucking toilet block always seemed to be awash with piss, and the bogs full of shit!

Anyway, to get back to the story. On that Friday it was break time and I made my usual desperate visit to the toilet block. I wanted to piss so bad! I stood at the urinals relieving myself when suddenly I noticed that there was no one else around. No one, that is, until a few seconds later, a group of four or five Skinheads came stumbling into the toilets. As usual they were making a real spectacle of themselves. Shouting “Oi! Oi!” “Sieg Heil” and  raising their hands in a Nazi style salute and chanting “Millwall! Millwall! Oi! Oi! Oi!” Boxing each other, pulling at each other’s shirts and jeans and generally creating mayhem. 

I stood there – pissing, and probably pissing myself! – as quietly as I could so I didn’t attract their attention.

Fuck! One of them caught sight of me! The word went round. Then they all looked round at me. All I could do was stand still, frozen to the spot, and hope that they would go away. But they didn’t. Instead they all came towards me, very quietly, slowly and very stealthily.

Then they made their move. One of the guys grabbed me from behind and spun me around – I was still pissing at the time – and at that point they all dived in on me.It was pretty obvious they were intent on having fun but their idea of fun was far more dangerous and sinister than I could ever have imagined. With them all standing over me and all of them holding me down, one guy came forward. It was the Skinhead I’d seen earlier who I quite liked the look of. He stood and looked at me – for real this time.

He leaned forward and slowly put his hands around the back of my head, drawing me towards him. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue deep into my gaping hole pushing it to the back of my throat. I gagged, feeling his tongue on the back of my throat and his piercing rubbed coarsely over my tongue. I don’t know what I was feeling but it felt fucking good! All the time the other skins were holding me down, pinned against the urinals, so I was unable to move, unable to do anything. 

As he withdrew his tongue, I felt one of his hands sliding down my body – slowly down my face and neck, slowly over my shirt covered chest and, undoing the buttons as he went, sliding his hand inside my shirt to touch my quivering abs. I felt the palm of his hand warm on my skin as he massaged my nipples - so gently and lovingly. His hand then began to slide again down and down again, continuing on its journey, past my belly button and slithering like a smooth python deep into the depths of my trousers. 

My body shuddered as he grabbed hold of my balls and my sleeping cock and I gave out a little whimper “Huh”. Fuck, that suddenly felt nice. I felt his hand caressing my balls and gently squeezing them making me utter quiet gurgling noises. It was fucking heaven! 

He started to run his fingers over my cock, gradually massaging it in to life. I felt the blood rushing to its head as it gradually grew stiff and really hard. “You don’t want trousers holding back your manhood” he whispered. And with that he yanked at my zip and ripped open my trousers to expose my cock fully erect, thick, rock hard and pulsing like a throbbing heart.

“Now that’s what I call a cock” he proclaimed. “It defo needs worshipping” he said as he gradually sank to his knees. His awesome pierced tongue licked and stroked my balls and he ran the tip up and down the full length of my shaft. “Aawwwww!” I groaned, “That feels so….. fucking good!” The more I groaned the more he liked it and the more he worked my cock with his tongue. Suddenly the Head of my cock was inside his mouth and he placed his hands on my hips and like an athletic Olympic rower began to pull my cock, gently at first, in and out of his mouth – a full throat fuck. Gradually the strokes got stronger and stronger. He was gagging on every thrust and his saliva was dripping and splashing everywhere – running down his chin, running down my shredded trousers and into a pool of spit on the piss soaked toilet floor. I thought I was going to cum at that point but that’s when he stopped! The fucking tease! But then he grabbed me cock again and invited all his mates to take it in turns to suck my balls and my cock – four skinheads taking it in turns to suck me off – two on me cock and two on me balls. It was fucking ecstasy and I was in fucking paradise. “I’m Kit by the way” he announced. That’s when I found out who he was. He was obviously the gang leader because he signalled to them to stop, which they obeyed immediately. He wasn’t finished yet though.

Once again he grabbed hold of my cock which was starting to lose its ‘hard’ and started to pump me again. Fuck me, I was so fucking horny by now – thick, rock hard and throbbing. Kit’s hands were both double wanking me. “Your fuckin cock is fuckin awesome” he shouted “And I wanna take yer again and again” he bellowed. Feeling that I was near to orgasm Kit brought my huge shaft of meat close to his face. By this time I was whimpering “I’m gonna cum Kit, I’m gonna cum.” He opened his mouth just at the moment my feelings burst and I let loose. I pumped and pumped and pumped. There was no end to my cock’s ejaculation. I shot my load deep into Kit’s mouth and he swallowed it with awesome pleasure. “Keep cummin, keep cumming” he begged. “I love to taste teen boy jizz!” He seemed to be so happy to take my load and there was fucking plenty of it because this little ‘goody, goody’ 14 year old school boy – respected by all – had never even masturbated before!

Kit’s mood suddenly changed. He wasn’t smiling any more. Quite the reverse. He ordered his skin mates to restrain me again. And they did. They grabbed hold of me, pinning me against the urinals again. “Turn the fukka round!” he commanded “Pin his face against the fuckin wall!” Kit ripped my beautiful white uniforn shirt off my back, threw it to the floor and stamped on it with his beautiful Doc Marten cherries. My shirt was covered in dirt, shit and piss from his boots! I felt violated – horror at seeing my good character being insulted, yet somehow quietly excited! “Hold him tighter” he shouted. Kit pulled my trousers down over my buttocks and ripped my briefs wide open, exposing my pure white, virgin arse hole. “Nice” he said. “Are yer a virgin?” “Yes” I said. “How old are yer?” “14” I said. “Good! I’m gonna take your virginity today” he said. “I love fuckin young boys n turning ‘em into men” he said triumphantly.

His skin mates held me really tight against the wall so that Kit could have his way with me. I could hear him undoing his studded leather belt and unbuttoning his Levi 501’s. He violently pulled them open to reveal he was wearing a leather ‘FIST’ jock strap with a swastika emblem embossed on the pouch. He pulled down the leather pouch to reveal his awesome 10 inch, thick, raw, cut cock. “WOW” I thought. “I’m not going to survive this!” 

“Don’t worry kid, the first time is always the worst” he said. “It can only get better after this. See it as part of your education.” –  Sex Ed wasn’t even on the fucking curriculum then! - “You will come to thank me for this one day, believe me.”

So there I was, pinned against the wall and Kit starting to come towards me. He wasn’t wearing a condom. “I don’t wear fuckin Rubbers – Ever! I fuck raw” he boasted. And he didn’t have any lubrication either. “I don’t need Lube” he said. “I use me own spit, or the guy’s I’m fucking.” By this time, I was so fucking scared. He grabbed hold of my shoulders. 

I felt the thick Head of his cock touching my buns. He slowly rubbed my buns with the Head and shaft of his huge cock, gradually sliding it into the crack of my male vagina, boy cunt, boi pussy, whatever you want to call it! He was so gentle. “You like that?” he asked. “Mmmmm” I purred. “Shall I do it more?” “Oh yes please” I pleaded. He laid the whole of his 10 inches along my crack and began rubbing it up and down, caressing my hole as his cock passed over. I was so fucking rock hard, so he did it all the more. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” I grunted. “That’s so good” I gurgled. “I love you Kit” I confessed.

I felt his large Head press against my hole. “Fuck me, he’s going in!” I thought. I panicked. He pushed his awesome cock even harder against me. “Go on!” I yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me Now Kit!” 

I felt a searing pain as he pushed his full, thick, rock hard, 10 inch unsheathed cock deep into my cunt. “Aagh” I cried. The pain was so intense I begged him to stop. But Kit just pulled out and rammed his full 10 inches back inside me again, then again, and again, and again. Each time faster and fucking harder. It felt as if he was ripping my whole boy cunt apart. With each thrust he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. As the intensity of his fucking grew deeper and harder, he would lean forward and once again begin to thrust his pierced tongue deep into my throat. 

All this time his skin mates began undoing their studded belts, opening up the buttons on their awesome Bleachers and pulling out their hard cocks to wank over my tortured body. I say tortured but actually after a while the pain I was feeling gradually subsided and I began to enjoy the rhythm of Kit’s hips, abdomen and thighs pounding against my beautiful, pure, virgin boy cunt. All the time, he was moaning and groaning until at last, his beautiful, rock hard, 10 inch cock, climaxed. His beautiful cock pumped and pumped as he shot his load deep into me. I felt the beautiful warmth of his thick creamy fuck juices gush deep into my hole and bathe the walls of my cunt. Fuck me! it was the most wonderful feeling in the whole world. It was ecstasy. It was paradise revisited. It was something I had never experienced before.

The Bleacher skinheads cummed together, dumping their beautiful loads over my quivering naked body. I was a virgin no longer. Kit had raped me and turned me into a fucking white, 14 year old, school boy bitch. I dropped to the floor, exhausted. Kit stepped over my body and walked away with his skin mates following and leaving me lying half naked in a pool of piss and cum.

The end of the story, or rather the beginning, came a few weeks later. I met Kit again. He said he hoped I was alright. I said I was and it was then he asked if I would consider being part of his gang. He told me he was looking for a fuck buddy and that he did enjoy my cock and ‘breaking in’ my cunt that day. 

I had come to the decision that I wasn’t a ‘straight’ 14 year old school boy any more. I was definitely Gay – Gay as fuck – and I had feelings for Bleacher Skinheads. I had feelings for Kit.

After the holidays I returned to school, head shaved. I was now wearing a studded black leather biker jacket, Bleachers, 14 hole Doc Marten cherries with ‘red’ laces. No longer was I wearing school uniform. This was my uniform now. I was also wearing a studded leather belt and black leather patrolman gloves. “Oi! Oi!” I shouted. “I’m not goody goody Gavin any more. I’m Gaz – Bleacher SSkin88 and I pulled open my Bleachers to reveal my leather ‘FIST’ jock, complete with swastika! "And this is my friend!” I held up my awesome baseball bat. “Now I’m ready for anyone and anything” I roared.

I joined Kit and his skin mates. And yes we are fuck buddies – Kit taught me all I know AND more!