Skin Bait

by By Billy Nakasaki

Ah fuck, what the hell did I get myself into this time? My arms, back, ass, mouth, cock, hell, every fucking thing is sore. I'm naked on my back in an empty store. I turn to my side and rub sleep from my green eyes. I'm staring at what's left of my shirt; it's ripped to shreds. I look for my green bomber jacket and boots. I can't find them, fuck. My head hurts. I slowly try to sit up, but the room spins. I fall back down onto the cold stone floor and welcome sweet oblivion.

Saturday night brings out all of the punks and skins to Second Street in my hometown of Pomona, California. The Glass House is packed as my favorite Oi/Punk band takes the stage. I go nuts in the pit as hot young sweaty bodies collided into me and I collided into them. A Skinhead in tight jeans, Gripfast Boots, and just a white wife beater keeps running into me. He slaps my shaved head, which turns me on. We lock eyes and I can tell that he is gay. He licks his chops and eye balls me like I'm a big juicy steak. He locks on to me and we join arms. Arms locked over our shoulder we steam roll the pit knocking punks and skins aside. I've got a huge grin on my face as we knock the shit out of everyone. I glance down at his crotch and notice that his bleached jeans can barely contain him. I'm close enough to smell his pits. Fuck! They smell good. It's the sweet smell of fresh young sweat, faint traces of cheap soap and the musk of a teenager that doesn't shower that often. It drives me wild. I break out of his grasp and we beat the shit out of each other as the band plays on.

After the show, I'm hanging across the street on the grassy knoll with the other locals. I'm smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer that I hide in my jacket between gulps. My homeboy, a punk in a studded leather jacket with green sleeves, asks whoÔs the Skin that's standing in front of us. I recognize him from the pit; his thin fit body is covered with sweat. He asks us to score him some beer. I jump up and offer to buy it for him and homeboy whispers to me that he might be a narc. I tell him it's cool, he's straight and I want some Skin to Skin action. He backs off and goes to make out with his girl friend. I get up and lead the young Skin south on Thomas Street and west on 3rd.

When we get out of sight of the crowds and down 3rd I push him against a wall of a closed down store and kiss him. He is surprised, but he wraps his smooth white arms around me. I move my hands all over his body end with them on his tight firm ass, as we push our tongues down each others throats and taste each other. "Well what do we have here? Two fucking faggots," bellows a large black skin. I release my new found skin boy and look up at the source of the voice. There are six of them both skinhead and punks. Their braces are down while they have their fists up. Fuck, they're six of them and two of us. Damn if we were at the knoll it would be twenty to six not counting the fresh cuts. Fuck, if my home boys were here, fuck it I've been beat up before. I gently push my Skin Boy behind me and raise my fists. The six bashers spread out and form a half circle around us. I get into a fighter's stance, while my muscles bulge and tense up. I tell my Skin Boy to run he doesn't move. I whisper to him that I'll hold them off, so he can escape and get my pack at the knoll. I turn and stare each basher in the face. A fist slams into the back of my head knocking me to the ground. Boots kick my head and I'm out.

"Get up bitch, Danny boy, you did good. You got us one nice piece of ass." I'm dazed, but the hand on my ass brings back everything. I try to spring up, but I'm shoved down. "Bitch you ain't going nowhere. Shut up, bitch!"

"Yeah, fucker you belong to the East Gay OC Skins now."

"Fuck the Inland Empire."

I'm forced onto my back and my jacket is pulled off of me. Hands grope me and I get a hard on.

"The faggot's got wood." They taunt me and feel me. A knife cuts off my white (right side) and yellow (left side) laces and my Grips are pulled off and thrown across the room. "The Business, faggots don't wear Business shirts."

A Latino punk with a short bleached hawk pulls out a knife and tugs at my black Business shirt. Arms pin my legs and arms down I struggle against them, but they hold like steel clamps. The punk slabs my shirt; he slowly cuts it into strips. I yell out at them, I'm getting anger. The black skin clamps my mouth shut. He pulls a 45 Magnum on me; the motherfucker!

"I told you to shut up, bitch. One more fucking word out of you and you're dead bitch."

The punk finishes and then leans over and kisses me. I'm temped to bit his tongue off as he forces it down my throat, but the gun to my temple stops me. My Skin boy is sneering at me when he changes places with the punk. He rubs my crotch and then unfastens my bleached jeans. He pulls them down and flings them away into the dark. My dick is peaking out of the top of my red bikini briefs. He goes down of me and licks my jock and head. I groan and moan; the hands holding me are massaging my body as they feel my muscles. He bites at my bikini briefs, until they rip and he pulls them off. My 71/2 inch cock springs out of its prison and slaps my stomach. Skin Boy gasps and sucks me off. I groan when his soft young lips surround and head and work their way down my shaft. The hands are fondling my nipples and caressing my ass I feel lubed fingers entering me.

The skinheads suddenly let go of me and strip down to their socks. They eagerly return to their fondling. Skin boy sucks me harder and harder, he gets my whole cock in his mouth. He's smiling at me again and his gray eyes ask me to forgive him when I look into them. I cum into his mouth one spurt after another, and he swallows every drop. He gives me one look telling me that he's sorry again. I wonder what's going to happen. He gets up and strips, while the rest of the pack flips me over.

They hold me down as the big black Skinhead sneers,"Play time is over. We're gonna put this bitch in his place."

I struggle against them and they slap me. I stop when I feel two fingers get shoved up my ass. They move in and out slow stretching and massaging my glory hole. I moan a little as a third finger is worked in slowly. I feel hands start to pitch my nipples, stroke my limp cock, and slap my head and ass. I scream when a fist is shoved up my ass. I feel like my ass is being split. A hand quickly covers my mouth and the skinhead stroking my cock strokes it faster and faster. I'm aroused again and secretly I love the feel of a pack of Skins and Punks rubbing and fist fucking me. The black skin gets half his forearm up my ass and is feeling my prostate. It feels good now and I scream in ecstasy. He moves his arm up faster and faster. I cum again and he pulls his arm out. I feel good for a second, like I took a huge dump as his fist leaves my ass. I like that feeling, but it doesn't last long as his wide 9 inch cock is shoved up it. He doesn't take long to cum and the next Skinhead pops his pieced cock up it. They take turns fucking me one after another. After the third one my body goes numb from shock. I groan and moan; they slap me and fondle my body. My ass is leaking cum and ass juice onto the floor. Skin Boy is last and he turns me around so that I can see his face. Fuck he looks good and I get hard just looking. I scream and moan the loudest for him; his gray eyes have a pup dog look to them.

"Fucking pussy, get on your knees."

I'm pulled up onto my knees by the black skin. He says it circle jerk time, and I'm the jar. Another skin says that I better lick up every drop of cum. They get in a circle around me and jerk off. IÔm surrounded by hard cocks some with cock rings. Skin Boy has a long thin cock, that's shaped similar to an asparagus; it's thick at the base and tapers into a small pointed head. I look up at Skin Boy and watch him. His gray eyes lock onto mine. I grab his ass and, slowly work my fingers into his ass. He yelps and his cock gets harder. I wrap my other arm around the black Skin's leg as he leaks pre-cum. A punk and skin cum all over the back of my head, then Skin Boy and a Skin with a metal cock ring cum on my face. I try to catch their cum in my mouth and my cock turns up as it hardens. I keep staring at Skin Boy. I feel fear, love, lust, pain, anger, and happiness at the same time. Inside I'm conflicted.

The last three assholes cum into my mouth, all over my goatee, face, and chest. They laugh at me and taunt me, except Skin Boy, as I try to lick up their man juice. He looks remorseful. They force me down onto the floor and turn me on my back again and take turns fucking me again. They slap my back, until its red and pound me one after another. I cum at least twice more as they move on to fisting me, I scream when the fisting starts.

"Oi, fucker are you in there?" It's my homeboy and it sounds like half the pack is with him. A hand is clamped over my mouth and a barrel is pressed to the back of my head. The skinheads get dressed quickly. Who ever has the gun hands it to another member and he gets dressed. I didn't see who did it, but I'm pistol-whipped. They hit over and over, until I plunge into darkness.

I'm being slapped in the face. I can't make out who it is. My face feels sticky and my eyes feel like they're welded shut. I moan and the slapping continues. I'm barely conscious; the voices sound far and distant. I fade in and out. I'm being wrapped in a blanket and picked up, by a couple of men. I hear them say to bring my boots and bomber. He says for me to hold on. I feel like swimming. He smells like painted leather, cigarettes, and beer. I'm loaded into a van and fall back to sleep. I dream of a young skinhead with sad gray eyes. He grabs me and we lock arms. We spin into the pit; knock punks and skinheads to the floor. We kiss in the middle of the pit and no one cares or judges us. We rule the pit and keep going and going for eternity.