Dear Nifty-Readers,
I hope you are all fine and have been waiting for the continuing saga of Chokee's ongoing adventure as a hardcore patriotic skin. Now Chapter 38 is finally out.
Chokee's life is still changing rapidly. Thanks to Dan with whom he is able to build up a strong relationship his ultimate dream to become a star at the brotherhood's music frontline becomes more and more concrete. When talking intensively for the first time, the two like each other right away and Dan quickly recognizes Chokee's full potential as a future RAC singer. Within no time one can feel the heat between both mates and a very special relationship is developing which is fully supported by Seth and the other brothers.
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And now please enjoy Ch. XXXVIII.
A RAPID CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE/ CHAPTER 38: Dan and The Ultimate Crush
So, some days later in the late afternoon, when it was already dark outside, me and my two pets came to the kitchen, where Phil and Tom had started to prepare the dinner. Dan was also there and had taken a seat on one of the bar stools. When they saw Chris-Boy's new looks, they of course needed to comment on this. It was quite funny to see the relief in the kid's face. As usual he was quietly leaning against the wall when he realized that it was only a kind of joyful picking and that those harsh and painful attacks that were targeted right at the core of an opponent's psyche - one of the favorites of Seth and the other brothers - appeared to have stopped.
"Looks good, but there's still a long way to go for you. But anyway, it makes you much hotter to look at. So I will keep all my energy when I have to look at you while fucking my cunt," Tom commented and the others were laughing but those laughs weren't directed against Chris-Boy. In the kid's face I could see some worries, 'cause obviously he didn't know what kind of action he would have to expect during the coming nights. For the time being, I thought, it was good to leave him still a little bit in the dark.
I took a seat next to Dan and we gave each other a firm but friendly hug. I realized that I didn't know a lot about this brother even though, because of his singing, he did something which I deeply admired. He looked incredible with his dark blond hair, his dark, almost black eyes, and his extremely well-defined facial contours. Since it was Friday night, he now wore his skin gear and so everyone could see that his body was very close to the one of Seth and Lars; basically it only consisted of muscles. Even with his regular high school teacher outfit he looked like an ancient Greek statue. Mostly because of his highschool mission his head was not completely shaved, but the hair was cut extremely short so that this supported even more his warrior looks. Since he now sat in the kitchen topless, I could also have a closer look at his ink. Like with the others, also in his case it was again a masterpiece that had all the classical symbols of the brotherhood on Dan's chest, back, and arms including a huge iron cross, a black sun wheel, and a Celtic knot. In Gothic style you could also admire the words SKINHEAD and WHITE POWER REVOLUTION on his back and TIME FOR REAL HONOR, JUSTICE AND REVENGE on his chest. The only difference compared to the others was that Dan, for obvious reasons, didn't wear his SS-symbol on his neck, but on his right upper arm. Had it been otherwise, the high school principal, I was sure, would have freaked out and Dan's entire mission would have been at risk right from the beginning. So, in his special case, this difference made sense to me.
When Dan saw that I was closely looking at his ink, he started the conversation while taking deep puffs from his cigarette:
"Like it?" he asked in this typical concise skin style.
"Yes, of course. I'm sure that it took Lawrence ages to create something beautiful as this. Only sad thing is that you cannot show this masterpiece in your class room right away. The kids, I`m sure, would love seeing it, " I replied.
"True, I always have to wait so that the really good material gets sorted out a bit and then - like with Keith and his mates - the real education can start pretty much right away. For that we also do some stuff like picnics and night walks outside the fucking school area so to have more freedom and privacy. Obviously I can better influence the kids there when I'm alone with them and they can also have a better look at my body and start having developing forbidden thoughts," Dan explained.
He then told me about the school system, how boring it was and that originally when he started the job, it took him an extreme effort not to say what he really thought. I learned that he got to know Seth and the other brothers shortly after they had opened the center some five years ago. Seth, seeing Dan`s potential, gave him the chance to prove himself as a singer and also arranged the contacts with other musicians and the studios. It was once again amazing to hear what an extremely high opinion Dan had of Seth. He referred to him as someone who made a lot of his dreams come true. Anyway, after living with the brothers for some years and living the classical skin life, it was Seth again who had the idea that Dan should start his career as a high school teacher. Obviously Seth had noticed quickly that Dan had a natural talent to influence younger kids and so he wanted to make use of this talent to the benefit of the brotherhood. Dan told me that naturally there was quite some discussion whether this was the right way, but then when the decision was made, Dan of course obeyed. His SS tattoo on his neck was removed and instead placed on his upper arm. It was also agreed that, in order to make the whole thing successful, he had to look and dress normal at school. But the ties to the brotherhood remained extremely strong and at the beginning he continued living with the brothers here in the apartment.
"Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stand all this shit with these airheads that had become my so-called colleagues. More than ever, I needed my ideological base close by, you know. But at one point you learn to live with the system and get the best out of it. Getting young boys to become interested in our cause is after all a great thing. And it's always a good experience to turn them into one of us. Seriously, I'm sure you won't believe it but if done the right way, it works in 80 percent of all cases. And almost all other colleagues are so full of shit, they only notice when it's far too late," Dan told me with a dirty smirk.
"But, I guess, lots of your female bitches that you need to call your colleagues must get pretty hot when looking at you," I replied with a grin and indicated with my fingers what those chicks in my opinion were really after.
"You're right, brother. Those cunts at school are a real turnoff. But yeah, there have been a handful of times so far where I had to make use of my looks. At one point, for example, a stupid bitch obviously got too curious and found some improper history material on my desk that dealt with the Second World War. So, since there was no way to beat the shit out of her, I had to take her to the bathroom and had to play the role of a confused and lonely man. Believe me, it was a true challenge to get and stay hard. Only my iron will and self-discipline helped me to perform well. And during the entire scene I had to watch out that the cunt wouldn't see my ink."
Dan paused for a moment, took another deep puff from his cigarette, and then went on:
"By the way, pretty much the same happened when I had to go to the principal who's also an awful nervous bitch by the way to agree to Keith's new daily routine. You know that I needed to have that bitch on my side for convincing Keith's folks. Well, believe me, she was wild like a cat, but for me it was just hard work and I had to think about a lot of hot stuff to keep me going. But for our young warrior I'm prepared to do anything."
Dan said the last sentence while looking at Keith. The kid returned a shy smile, but in general my two pets kept their distance. Meanwhile, both of them were trained well enough and they just felt that what was going on between Dan and myself, was getting pretty hot right from the beginning and under no circumstances they were supposed to interfere or disturb.
After another short pause and inhaling deeply Dan continued once again:
"But you should also know that I'm married and have two kids."
When saying that I could see that he was obviously waiting for my reaction now. I indeed looked a little confused and for a moment didn't know what to say.
"Good. I mean I'm sure that with a father like you, your kids get a good education and you're happy with your wife," I commented a bit shy and for sure also looked prett stupid.
"Guess so. Neither my two boys nor my wife have complained so far. Well, they also better shouldn't .... but anyways that is not what you really wanna know, right?"
Dan was looking straight into my eyes now and burst out laughing when he could see my total insecurity - a feeling that, thanks to Seth's influence, I knew how to fight against meanwhile, since almost everyday I felt better and stronger about my new way of life. But Dan on purpose had taken me by complete surprise and just loved to see that I now appeared helplessly exposed to him. After a short while, he gave me a slap on my knee and shoulder and then went on with a big laugh on his face:
"Well, your reputation is already well-known pretty much everywhere here, brother. You're a real fighter and good mate. But so far you've been exclusively after cock, right? Seems you can't live without it, huh?"
For whatever reason I felt even more trapped now and couldn't avoid getting red in my face. Dan just seemed to love this game and obviously couldn't stop picking on me. Again, he burst out laughing.
"It's alright, brother. Nothing to worry about and all cool with me. And now listen carefully once and for all: Of course I love my kids and my wife and would do everything for them. But I hope your brain cells are still working and you've come to the conclusion that this can't be my entire life. My wife knows and has to accept it. What I mean is: I need my freedom and my music and the brotherhood are at least equally important parts of my life ... well to tell you the truth, sometimes even more important than all the other shit that's going on in my life. By the way, I still have a room here and sometimes, when Im really sick of all that fucking mainstream mess that requires so much of my valuable time, Im spending some days here ... a little similar to a monk on retreat. Seth is not only perfectly cool with it, but he even made this offer by himself so that I would always have a place to retreat. And to make it short: fooling around heavily and enjoying life in the brotherhood are still an important part of my life and by the way also for my other band members. Guess that is what you wanted to know, right?"
Dan gave me another dirty grin when saying that and then started a new cigarette. I had to digest what Dan had just said, but the news of course felt like honey and very quickly I got relieved. Most likely I started to smile like a kid in a candy store. When Dan saw my reaction, he obviously liked it, put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it a little to confirm that he was cool with me. He then pulled me closer to him and whispered into my ear:
"Let me tell you something: tomorrow, apart from us, another band called DEATH'S HEAD is playing. Of course we have to practice in advance and do our rehearsals downstairs. You wanna join? I noticed that you got quite crazy about RAC and the bands playing this stuff. True?"
I couldn't believe my luck and accepted the offer right away. DEATH'S HEAD was one of my favorite groups and immediately a song called DEAD INSIDE got to my mind that also stood for my own development:
I was raised by television apathy a way of life
wandered through life idly lying with no lows and highs
listening to mainstream shit never knowing that it lied
I really didn't give a fuck surely I was dead inside
Then a spark caught hold inside ashes blazed into fire
I regained my own pride found a goal to make me higher
learnt from those who went before
love and hate came back to life
walking corpse gone forever, I decided to survive.
"Thanks, that's really nice of you, brother. Of course I need to talk to Seth first, but I'd believe he'll be cool with it. And you're absolutely right. Since I've been with the brotherhood here, I'm just fascinated by this music. Really, it has become like an addiction or even more like an obsession. To me, these sounds stand so much for truth and honesty and against fucking mainstream. It's just so motivating listening to the lyrics and living the spirit of the music," I said with a very thankful tone.
"That's good and is exactly how it should be. So let's see. Maybe we discover your talent and you can become a band member as well. The bands are always looking for new talented people. And you look just incredible. So the only thing that needs to come on top is a sense for music ... let's see about that tomorrow when we're having our rehearsals!" Dan told me.
All of what Dan said expressed my deepest desires and listening to someone who was opening up another new direction for my life was a huge turn-on. In my thoughts I saw myself already as a new music star. The attraction that I felt towards Dan was just incredible, one could physically sense the sparks flying around in the room. But when I wanted to continue the conversation, I saw Keith coming in followed by Seth. Of course, when seeing me, the kid directly came over to us. Dan noticed the disappointment in my face and made a move that came quite unexpected to me. Shortly after greeting both, he looked at me and the other two and noted:
"I think Chokee and I need to have a private word. Seems that there is quite some common ground."
He gave Seth a special look and made a dirty grin. Seth immediately understood and nodded. Then Dan got up from his chair and of course expected me to move my ass as well. I followed right away and looked rather strict at my two pets who understood that they were supposed to wait in the kitchen until I came back.
"Hey, don`t make this discovery trip take too long. After all, we should have dinner soon and also get our asses ready for tonight," Phil commented ironically with his typical and irresistible killer smile while still preparing the food.
The others including Seth burst out laughing and I was happy to see that also Seth, with a big smile on his face, gave me a thumbs up. So fortunately he was happy with me and Dan getting better acquainted with each other. Only Keith looked a little sad but he just had to wait. I told myself that I would take care of him later if there need be. Besides, there was also Phil - who had already started to hug Keith quite intensively - and Seth who would look after my pets during my absence.
Dan went to the bathroom with me and this time he took a seat on the wooden stool - that always served Seth whenever he needed to shave me - with legs apart.
"Close the door and then come here," he told me with a dirty grin. I did as told and then positioned myself between his legs with one of my hands touching his left thigh and the other one going over his extremely well-defined upper body. What experience this was for me! Dan, who remained seated, took his cell out of his pocket, switched it to the music function and started to play the Pantera album "VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER." He started with the song REGULAR PEOPLE which perfectly reflected my growing feeling of superiority and my contempt for any mainstream shit which meanwhile seemed endless.
I've trampled on that road That you think you own You have that "smart ass" attitude It's time to stop the fiction
I live it every day While you're mind's far away I'm out here putting pride on the line And you case on me with pure respect One chance at one thing Hard time is coming My time, your pain I reign on you
You think you own I take away Take it with me You think you own I took away Made it my own
Most regular people would say it's hard And any streetwise son of a bitch knows Don't fuck with this
The so many times You practice in your mirror To be just like me But you just can't see You ain't got the balls, son
I'll teach you respect for a brother Your friends fight one another You can't see because your head's up your ass And just in case you think you're bad I crush your rush I rule you fool I'm immovable stone in your world of weak -- I speak
Out of a coincidence, I had already heard about the band and their lead singer Phil Anselmo before my time with the brotherhood. Of course in my old boring world, there had been no place for such provocation. For my folks this unique art style would have been nothing but dangerous radical views anyways. But fortunately, thanks to the brotherhood's influence, my own personality had meanwhile completely changed and I gave nothing but shit about those mainstream views. So, after the fateful encounter with Dan, I started reading quite a lot about the band and especially Phil Anselmo. Quickly I found out that very often he included right wing symbols and language into his shows so as to demonstrate his true commitments and convictions. Obviously he just loved fooling around the press and creating one of his so-called misunderstandings. It didn't take long and I could find out by myself that this method was an excellent way to boost one's own popularity quickly and with huge success. Also bad or disturbing news can develop an enormous power and can pull things ultimately in the right direction.
Fortunately, in his smaller live shows Phil, being the total alpha jock that he was, could be much more obvious with his entire views towards life. I read that only very recently he had risen his right hand and did a Nazi salute several times to show his solidarity with some brothers in jail before his audience, who of course went crazy.
Thanks to Dan and his friends, and also 'cause they really tried hard to push my career, I was introduced to Phil only around two weeks later during a private gig he gave and which was organized by English Hammerskin Union. Needless to say, I was thrilled right from the beginning. Phil belonged to the few people who were looking even hotter in person than on screen. He was not very tall, but extremely muscular and well-defined. Phil had dark hair, almost black eyes - whose expression made clear right away that his determination to get it his way didn't know any limits - and his face had very sharp contours which was supported by the fact that his head almost all the time was completely shaved. His ink was a real piece of art and he was very proud of it; on his back he had engraved the word PATRIOT together with an iron cross and on his right elbow there was a huge spider net tattoo.
Right from the beginning, Phil played out his incredibly strong and dominant personality and we liked each other immediately. It didn't take long and we became really close friends with him trying to help my career wherever he could. Not for a second did Phil leave any doubt that he shared the brotherhood's views and values fully and whole-heardedly and it impressed me how outspoken he was about this. At that time Phil had just started his own record label company and a lot of bands in the right-wing patriotic movement were invited to release their albums under his brand. Phil was really the kind of guy who tried to help us wherever possible.
Since I was introduced to Phil by Dan and his mates, and 'cause the RAC and right wing heavy metal world is quite a small one, Phil didn't show any reluctance with me at all, but was very outspoken and relaxed about everything. Just like myself he hated any form of senseless mainstream manners and always did what nature required his body to do. So very quickly and already during our first encounter, this typical kind of open manly talk without any false reservations started to develop right away. During all the talking one could sense almost in each of his words how closely Phil Anselmo felt connected to the patriotic skin way of life and that he also had huge respect for me. Except for his occasional drug escapades which he saw as a kind of justified relief and reward for all, what his fan base and his brothers in spirit were demanding from him and what he did first of all for the joint cause, he tried to live this lifestyle himself wherever possible and only made the most necessary concessions to his fan base - mostly as already said by creating misunderstandings for the press.
I learned quickly that he was very much into kickboxing and he indeed knew almost everything about it. Fortunately this was a topic where, due to my intense training, I had acquired quite some knowledge myself and obviously this helped that Phil didn't see me as a total fool and felt connected to me right away. Frankly, there seemed to be only two things, apart from his music, that belonged to his absolute favorites: boxing fights and of course men or - to put it more precisely - manly-looking muscular young boys who seemed to be like a total obsession for him. Only at the beginning I was a little confused, 'cause I had heard that Phil also had quite many relationships with cunts, too, and was even married once. When I asked him about that and sounded a bit shy, Phil started laughing out loud and said:
"Listen, brother, it's pretty obvious and simple: men are good for relaxation and cunts are good for creation, 'cause as a man you need to prove your fertility once in a while to a cunt. Makes sense, doesn't it?"
This answer, I thought, could have one by one come also from Seth and showed how close Phil's views were connected to the ones of the brotherhood. Back at the time however I didn't quite know what to say, 'cause looking at myself, I still felt much insecure among cunts. That only changed later, after I had met Pat and had started my own career as a band singer. But that's again a different story. Phil noticed my insecurity, smiled again, and, in his cordial southern US manner, remained very charming. He gave me a firm hug to express that I shouldn't worry and that everything was fine with him.
"Take your time, brother! You'll understand later on!"
At the event where I had the chance to meet Phil for the first time, a big video screen had been placed in a huge hallway close to his personal rehearsal room, where they showed endless boxing fights. Phil and I stood there for at least an hour and, without me realizing at first, almost automatically I tried anything to catch his interest and impress him while we were talking. Phil must have noticed and often interrupted me quite suddenly, put his arm around my shoulder and later on my ass - I enjoyed both a lot - and told me about certain punches that would come next on the screen. For things like this, his memory seemed to be the one of an elefant and he could obviously remember every fucking fight that had ever been shown on TV.
While talking, I also noticed that there were a bunch of men - very young and extremely well-built men (almost all of them still in their teens) - who stood silently next to him and just didn't go away. Their heads were either completely shaved or at least their hair had been cut military-style and was extremely short. They were all topless and only wore either short cargo pants in military looks or - even more provocative - denim hotpants.
Later I learned that this had become one of the rituals during all of Phil's gigs, 'cause he always gave his crew very specific instructions which boys should be allowed to come backstage and how he wanted them to look. And of course the people around him normally did everything to keep him happy, 'cause his outbreaks, in particular when he was under stress during his performances, were feared by the others like hell and could be disastrous and very violent. Everytime when they were looking up to Phil, they behaved like his private community of groupies. Only later he told me that they were part of his tonight's entourage and that their job, as he called it, was to help him perform well and overcome his back and muscle pain - an excuse by the way he used in the public for many things. What that meant for the boys practically, I was already able to find out later on that same night, when Phil during a break of his performance suddenly disappeared with some of the boys - whom he had handpicked carefully just seconds before. He went with them to his room, where his crew had always been instructed to install a hot tub so that he could fool around with the boys in the hot water and get some relief for his chronic back pain. During our first encounter he stayed with the boys in his rehearsal room for more than half an hour and his staff was strictly instructed to let no one in - different by the way from all the times when cunts were invading his privacy and where he very often secretly called one of his staff members to free him. Looking at Phil's pants and face after he had come back, I just knew that it must have been a pretty wild curement session which however showed its intended effect. The three or four boys who had been with him in the room also looked pretty exhausted and one could see that quite a lot of effort and hard work had been demanded from each of them. Phil however was ready to continue with his performance and his fans accepted that the break had taken much longer than expected. But once they could see the fire in Phil's eyes, his creativity and his skills as a musician, they were again totally reconciled. They just knew that as an artist he needed his freedom to give everything.
When I went to another (considerably larger) gig of Phil Anselmo only one or two weeks later, his insatiable hunger for boys was becoming even more visible to me. He really acted as a hungry wolf and I could sense how obsessed he was, especially during a gig, whenever he got to see young masculine boys. For me it was impossible to imagine what had been written about him in the press, 'cause they were saying that this same person had been a very shy young boy who didn't want to speak and was hiding whenever people wanted to talk to him. But that was one of the few stories that Phil confirmed was true. The only thing he said, when I asked him about this, was:
"Well. Obviously this has changed. When I could see more and more how rotten this society was, I developed my own views and my success as someone on the music frontline gave me the necessary self-confidence. I just know my own value now." When saying that, Phil had a grin on his face thereby sounding very convinced but not arrogant.
During our second encounter I could also watch during his performance that whenever Phil discovered young manly-looking boys in the audience who fit into his prey pattern he let his staff know right away. During a break his crew was then expected to approach those targets right away and make them come to the backstage area after the gig was over. In almost all cases those young men of course felt honored and just went with the flow. Most of them knew about Phil's true desires anyways, and if not, they were supposed to learn quickly. Most of them saw their encounter as a chance to find out about a new way of life that deep inside they wanted to have themselves. And so, as it was the case in almost all of Phil's gigs, almost always those men would have done everything to please Phil's needs and get his support - which, if they performed well, they also received. On the other hand, if they didn't, Phil could also get quite a pin in the ass or even freak out and hit them.
Only about one week later, when Phil had invited me over one further time in spite of his full schedule, he spontaneously asked me to join him for one of his relief sessions (as he called them). Of course I felt honored and accepted his offer right away. It proved to me that we had gotten really close and that he already considered me as a friend. And so I could get a first hand experience of what a powerful body (including his ink and his enormous tool) Phil had and how creative he could be also outside the music scene. Our joint sessions in the hot tub together with the other boys quickly became a myth and many just loved picking on me because of that in a joyful way. True, I had a really unique night and Phil made sure right from the beginning that his entourage knew that I was his friend and comrade. He shouted at them so that they would take care of me just the same way as they did of him. Phil was in quite a rough mood and was banging the boys quite heavily so that a few times I tried to intervene slightly and make the session a little easier for the youngsters. Phil, most likely out of courtesy, accepted my approach and slowed down for a bit. However, from that session I could gain quite some new teaching methods for my two pets. But that was by far not all.
One time when Phil Anselmo and I met again, I decided to take my two pets with me, 'cause I thought that this could have a good learning effect on the two and - yes I admit this frankly - I also sensed that Phil might like them. Much quicker than expected Phil showed an enormous interest in Chris-Boy whose body at that time really had developed nicely. In his self-confident manner Phil had no problem to be very open and explicit about his expectations and what he had in mind with the kid. Of course I had instructed my pets in advance that if Phil became interested, they were supposed to react very responsively. And Chris-Boy, fortunately, just reacted as it was expected from him and returned all the attention. Phil presented himself from his most charming side and of course the kid felt honored that a celebrity like Phil took an interest in him. Needless to say, being the street-smart kid that he always was, his instinct also told him that a good relationship with Phil would boost his standing in the brotherhood. So Chris-Boy used all available tricks that Phil wouldn't lose his interest and only half an hour later Phil suggested that the two should go to his private room, where they had an extended hot tub session. When I saw that, I had to smile at myself. While the two were on their retreat, I could hear loud screams of lust coming out of the room, even though the heavy door was closed and guarded again by Phil's crew. Kweith with whom I was waiting outside indeed got a little scared, but his happiness that finally there was some time where he could fool around with me alone clearly outweighed his original worries. When Phil came back, he really looked more relieved than ever and congratulated me on my training efforts with my pets. He told me that rarely he had ever had such a responsive and natural talent like Chris-Boy whom he called his personal back pain killer from now on. So my plan had worked out well for all of us: it had brought relief to Phil, it had strengthened the bond between me and Phil, and it gave a huge boost to Chris-Boy standing - something the kid enjoyed very much.
As I told you already, the fact that Phil had been married and also back at the time was officially in a relationship with a cunt - at least that's what he had claimed several times to the press - didn't seem to bother him at all. Similar to Dan, he claimed to almost everyone including myself that he needed his freedom and at least with me and the other brothers he was very open about this all the time.
But sorry, I know I must keep track and my adventures with Phil obviously belong to another story that I will tell in detail in a separate chapter. So I need to get back to my real first time encounter with Dan:
With Phil Anselmo's music playing in the background, one could virtually feel all the positive tension in the room and both Dan and I enjoyed this a lot. Even before the action started, it was clear that Dan would be the dominant part and so I could live out my submissive side once again - quite a relief, 'cause I had to appear dominant almost all the time. Suddenly Dan grabbed my head with one of his powerful hands and pushed it close to his mouth. He forced my mouth to let enter his tongue and then started to kiss me wildly. It was close to the kind of aggressive kisses I was used to from Seth. Dan made sure that - while the kissing went on - our two crotches were constantly touching each other and so we could feel that both of us were completely aroused.
"Gosh, youre so fucking hot!" Dan said. "You cant imagine under what tension I am after a rotten week at school with all these fucking boring mainstream bitches running around. I guess I really deserve a gold medal at some point from Seth. ... or at least a sweet young man ass like you. So you better help your stressed brother and give him some relief now!"
Then Dan pushed me down with both of his powerful hands and made me kneel on my legs.
"Good! And now show me whether it`s true what everyone here is saying that your sucking skills are just incredible. Hopefully this is not just rumor, 'cause I'll kill you if that was the case," Dan said while looking at me intensively with a smile.
I started to open the buttons of Dans bleachers and that was quite an effort, cause they were really tight. When I finally was successful, his cock, which was enormous in size and one of the biggest tools that I had ever seen, jumped out pretty much immediately. I noticed right away that it was both inked and pierced. There were several tattoos, the most impressive ones being a swastika and two male lions fighting and fucking with each other. The piercing consisted of a thick titan ring on the top of his pecker. To me, all this just looked amazing and turned me on even more. I opened my mouth and focused on my blowjob qualities right from the beginning. I wanted to make this a unique experience even for an experienced skin like Dan. I didnt use my mouth only, but also touched his balls and the most sensitive other parts of Dans lower body with my well-trained hands. I was obviously successful, `cause only a very short while thereafter, Dan started to moan heavily.
"Its true what they say. Youre just incredible, mate. I can`t remember having anyone else whose qualities would come close to yours," Dan grunted with a smile.
Then suddenly he got up from his stool and while holding my head firm turned round.
"Now go and lick my ass. Give me a deep rim and eat my anus!" Dan ordered me.
The taste of Dans ass was agreeable and of course manly. Obviously Dan had only showered in the morning and so his body odor was a mixture of sweat, pee, and soap. This and the perfectly firm and muscular shape of his ass and entire body were such a turn-on that I couldnt hold back anymore. Even though I knew that my blowjob skills were far-better developed, I just wanted to give Dan the perfect rimming experience. So it was a great relief when he started moaning again and acknowledging my efforts.
"You really know how to take big guys, huh? There`s really no doubt about that. Seth is absolutely right; your cock addiction is our relief," Dan moaned with a grin.
After some further minutes Dan suddenly stopped and turned back to me while he continued holding my head:
"I need to fuck you now, mate ... Believe me, I'll make it fun for the both of us. Get up and stand against the wall and I`m going to enter you from behind. Don't count on my remorse!"
I stood up and followed his instructions. Before Dan started his fucking preparations, he kissed me from behind, looked at me again and, as if he knew my thoughts, told me:
"Dont be worried because of my cock piercing. It has a special cover and is positioned so that it wont hurt you if I pay attention. And I will, believe me. And now put both of your hands on the wall so that you can stand my fuck strokes. Are you ready?" Dan asked but obviously didnt expect an answer, cause he already started to enter me.
Dan was right, cause his piercing ring didnt cause any problem. Another masterpiece of Lawrence, I thought. Even better, since I had already been used to Seth's tool size, also the entering itself went relatively easy. For Dan this was obviously a positive surprise; he appeared as if he had expected greater problems.
"Good boy! You`ve really developed into a unique whore machine," he screamed.
Then Dan started with his fucking movements and quickly got into it. He felt that he could use a speed with me that would have been just impossible with others. He screamed and shouted heavily and used a lot of dirty talk. He called me his favorite bitch, the world`s greatest cock-addict, and a natural skin whore.
"Ill fuck the shit out of you so that you wont be able to sit down for weeks anymore," he shouted out.
I knew and was proud that within no time Dan had gotten addicted to me and fucking-wise I had him in my pocket. So I smiled a lot to myself and turned him on even more by shouting "Harder, harder, harder!"
As some kind of intermezzo, Dan at one point turned me around again and fucked me acrobatically. He remained standing, while I put my legs around his ass and then tried to sit on his cock. I think we were also pretty good at this advanced exercise which required a lot of body coordination. This position however only went on for some minutes before Dan pushed me back to the wall and continued with his doggy-style fucking.
Only minutes thereafter I felt that Dan finally got close.
"Oh, Chokee. I`m close now. I want to shoot everything on your ass. Clear?" Dan moaned.
I nodded and it was only seconds before Dan who was gasping, moaning, and screaming out loud, finally could shoot his load. As promised he took his cock out and shot his entire load on both of my ass cheeks. It took quite some time until he was done and I could feel his cum dripping from my ass. But then, only after seconds, I felt Dan`s warm mouth on my ass taking his own semen in his mouth. When he was done with this, he stood up again, pulled me close towards him and started kissing me again and thereby sharing the taste of his cum. Needless to say I joined this exercise happily. The whole thing with a guy like Dan was just a huge and unbelievable turn-on for me.
During all that time the intensity of the moment was even more increased by Phil Anselmo's voice and his song PATRIOTISM RULES that was playing in the background:
All my life, it's been the same
Too many rules if you wanna play the game
Don't do this, don't do that
Your mom and dad, they know where it's at
I'll show them all, a thing or two
I found a game I know how to do
Put on your skin gear, snap on on your spikes
Me and the mates are hot rockin' tonight
I'll raise my right hand, 'cause I don't care
PATRIOTISM rules!
It's the same corruption, everywhere I look
There's a brand new rule inside a brand new book
Some people claim that the devil is loose
They blame it all on the skinhead youth
That don't stop me, I'm on roll
I found the noise, bangin' my soul
So take it up, loud as you can
There's just one rule that I understand
I'll raise my right hand, high in the air
I'll make a sign, 'cause I don't care
PATRIOTISM rules!
"Youre really incredible. Its all fully true, what Seth said. The brotherhood really needs someone like you. Should you ever have a problem, you can always come to me, ok? And as promised, Ill do everything thats necessary so that you have a successful entry to our music front, if that is what you wanna do. I`m sure you have the necessary talent. And back at the kitchen, when I raised the subject first I could see the fire in your eyes. That tells me that you really want it, huh?" Dan said, still a bit out of breath and with quite a dirty smirk on his face.
I nodded and replied:
"That`s true, brother. I think that's my destiny. There's nothing that I would wish more. But of course Seth needs to agree."
"Done so already. Hes fine with it, as long as you can keep up with your other obligations. But with your energy level, that should be doable, right? After all, you dont wanna sit on your lazy ass."
"Absolutely. My obligations towards Seth and the brotherhood are really sacred to me. And that`s really the truth," I replied and made sure that this sounded convincing and coming deep down from my heart.
"Very good. So maybe we have another music career here. But anyway, you better also talk to Seth once again. Its always good if he learns from the both of us. Ok? And now lets go back and have dinner. I`m starving and I'm sure the others are waiting for us already," Dan said.
I nodded, both of us got dressed and then went back to the kitchen.