SKINHEADS
The sun was begining to set and the cool wind blew through the trees in the park, russling the autumn leaves that carpeted the ground. The park was begining to empty as the sky grew dark and I was almost through jogging. The path split now but instead of taking my normal route I decided to try the other just to see where it led. After a minute I noticed I was alone in the park and began to get nervous. I saw what looked like an exit and headed that way. As I turned the corner of the gate I ran right into a skinhead. He was big, over six feet tall and all muscle. I lost my breath for a second and then realized that there were several other skinheads around me. I looked around and counted five. All were about six feet tall except the one I bumped into. Two were muscular and the other three were lanky. All had on flight jackets, tight jeans, and doc martins, except the skin I ran into. He wore a black leather jackets, no shirt, and super-tight jeans and doc martins. I gazed at his washboard abs and looked down at this tremendous bluge in his pants that worked its way down to his knee where his wallet-chain ended.
"What 'ave we got 'ere?" said the big one.
"Looks like a bloody fag!" shouted one of the lanky skins.
Before I could do anything they were all over me. They grabbed my arms and shut my mouth, dragging me back into the deserted park. Two grabbed my arms and two my legs. The big skin stood in front of me gleaming at his new prize. He took off his leather jacket revealing enough muscle to make any man feel weak. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, most revealing nazi symbols. I feared the worse when he took his belt off, but then felt relief as he threw it to the ground.
He began groping his crotch, rubbing the length of his cock. Slowly unzipping his jeans, he began to reveal his impressive manhood to me. I almost fainted when he whipped his nazi cock out. The tip of it extended just past his knee! I quivered at the monster cock that I saw before me. Thick as a beer can and still soft! I had heard that skinheads were hung and even told that you can tell how big they are by the length of their wallet-chain, but this was incredible!
The brutish skinhead began forcing his dick into my mouth. I've sucked some large cocks before, but nothing like this. He crammed that horse-cock into my mouth until I was able to get about ten inches in. With most of his cock still outside of my mouth, I new this would be a difficult task. Finally I was able to take in just over a foot of his hardening meat. After sucking on his tube-steak for a few minutes he withdrew it, revealing the full magnificence of his manhood. Fully erect and towering above me was a full twenty inches of skinhead cock! It was then I noticed the other skins had their cocks out too. The other muscular skin had a cock just over a foot long. The three lanky skins had cocks measuring about 14, 16, and 18 inches respectively. I knew I was in heaven.
The large skinhead, who I found out was called Bo, turned me around and spat at my asshole. As he stuck the head of his meat into my ass a sharp pain followed by pleasure split into my body. In one swift move he rammed a foot of his cock into my ass. He then followed by forcing all twenty inches of his cock deep inside of me. Pumping back and forth in long eight inch strokes as he fucked me he began to shout.
"Take this aryan cock man! This is 100% pure aryan dick gracing your ass. Squeeze those cheeks man. I'm gonna fill you up with white power!"
His pumping got faster and faster. Like a giant piston he roared going in and out, faster and faster. I could feel the cum surging deep within him and his fellow skins. All at once they shouted "Oi!" and cum squirted from those four skins around me. I felt Bo's tidal wave of semen fill my ass. Long after the other skins stopped cumming, Bo was still shooting off inside of me. Finally the cum began gushing out of my ass and onto the ground. Taking his half-hard cock out the cum was still draining. He pushed my head down and stuck his cock in my mouth. I began to swallow his cum as it continued to gush out of his manhood. It was strong cum filled with testosterone. I began to choke on it as it continued to burst out. I had to pull his dick out of my mouth to catch my breath. Soon the torent of cum began to subside and finally it stopped.
I closed my eyes for a moment to organize my thoughts and heard the ruffling of leaves. I looked up the the skinheads were gone. Around me were four puddles of cum and under me was a huge pool of pure aryan white power. My clothes were totally soaked in cum and his juice was still seeping out of my asshole. My shoes were now white as well as the leaves from all of the ounces of manly juice Bo pumped out.
I still jog the park and am always looking to meet up with those skinheads. My experience has prooven to me beyond a doubt that there's no man more macho and tough than a skinhead and once you've had one, no other man will do. Everytime I pass one I have to look down and see how long their wallet-chain hangs and how large the bulge in their pants is. I have yet to be disappointed.