Leather Skin Biker

 This post introduces a late-20s skinhead I refer to as lawboy. I’d seen this boy online off and on for months, and we’d exchanged some messages, but for whatever reason never met. He was busy, I was busy–that kind of thing. But the planets finally aligned, and we agreed to get together. He lived in the same part of the city that I did at the time, and parking was not bad around his building. So I agreed to travel to him. Sometimes lack of parking can be a deal breaker in Chicago. Fortunately, that was not at issue in this case.

So I show up at his building. He’d told me what to say to the doorman to avoid standard building access protocols, so I sailed through to the elevators. Before I knew it, I was up on the 21st floor of lawboy’s building. I find his apartment, knock on the door, and the door opens. lawboy is standing there barechested, wearing bleachers, boots, red leather suspenders, and no shirt. He was smoking a Marlboro red, which I understood was a fetish for him. lawboy is about 5′7″, very trim and toned, with hairy chest, stomach crotch and ass, thick black hair and intense big brown puppy dog eyes. I thought to myself that he was even hotter than he appeared in his online photos.

Once inside lawboy’s apartment he tells me things one would normally tell a friend. The only problem with that was that I wasn’t his friend, wasn’t his lover–I was a trick at that point. Once we got past the updates about his neighbor and his ex, things moved along. There was this electricity between us. We ended up in his bed. Turned out he was an aggressive boy–especially that night. We’d talked about his fetishes and my fetishes in the past, but this was the first time that they became part of a real time encounter. Did I forget to mention that a full size nazi flag hung over his bed? Yeah. Honestly, the first time I had ever seen a real one. The whole skin headspace had long been familiar to me, but I had never actually played with a skin boy under the flag. It fucked with my head, and it seemed to really inspire lawboy, but the whole scene was working for me. This was my first experience with hatesex. While it produced some cognitive dissonance in me, it was hot. Perhaps that is precisely why it was hot. Appropriately enough, lawboy was very verbal during play. His hatespeak was novel to me at the time, and it was highly arousing. It sure kept lawboy hot and horny.

Picture lawboy straddling me, still wearing his white-laced boots and bleachers, grinding his ass into my crotch while doing the hatespeak thing. Then factor in a bareback fetish undercurrent. lawboy, this hot sexy skin boy for whom hate was an aphrodisiac, also enjoyed taking hot loads up his tight little boy cunt–hot Aryan loads, that is. As he affirmed during our play, “No loads from n—–s, no loads from jews.” The two of us were making out, our crotches grinding into each other, my hand on his tight little ass. lawboy had not showered in two days, so his pits were really ripe, which I loved. I believe a man should smell like a man, so ripe pits, crotch and ass are all turnons for me. I also enjoy nipple torture quite a lot, so I squeezed and twisted his little untrained nipples as we made out under the flag. All of a sudden lawboy hops off of me, and runs to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with him, or why he jumped off so suddenly. I heard the water running, and the next thing I know lawboy returns with wet hair. I remember thinking to myself, “What the fuck?”

lawboy seemed a bit agitated, and started talking about how shitty the temporary color he had put in his hair looked–how it made him look like a “fuckin’ fag.” Okay. Not to say anything, but isn’t temporary hair color faggy by definition? Didn’t that occur to lawboy when he was putting that shit in his hair? I admired his uncanny ability for stating the obvious. Whatever. Admittedly, I found this a bit bizarre. But I can go with the flow and ignore some things without letting them become a buzzkill, so I just tried to get back into the scene and forget about the hair color and the wet hair weirdness.

Then we picked up where we had left off, and spontaneously he starts saluting the nazi flag. I’d shed my jeans by that time, and lawboy went down on my hard cock after saluting. I told him to get out of his boots and pants, because I was going to breed his hot hairy Aryan cunt. lawboy takes off his boots and bleachers, and then went back to sucking my cock nice and hard so I could rip up his hole. His teeth made contact with my cock several times. I knew that this was not poor technique, but instead deliberate teeth on cock, so it was pretty hot. I pulled him by the hair off my cock and told him to ride my cock. As he sat down on my cock he saluted the flag again and then spewed a string of hatespeak. The driving force for me then became my need to breed his ass. This hot little hateful skin fucker was gonna take my hot Aryan seed, finally. With that I unloaded inside lawboy, breeding his white boy cunt with my white Aryan seed. Done and done. If I were our simian president, I would have hung a banner that read “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.”

It was late and I had things to do the next day, so once I was done breeding lawboy, I found the door. I bid lawboy farewell, my load “safely” up inside his white ass. Downstairs I said goodnight to the (black) doorman, got in my closely parked car, and went home. I was still processing what had just happened, and thinking about it made me hard again. I didn’t realize it then, but lawboy would continue to be part of my life, albeit intermittently, for years. There will be more posts about lawboy in the future, and some themes will recur: white power, smoke, hate, fatalism, poetry, and staunch advocacy for barebacking.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 at 9:08 pm and is filed under Fucking, Neo-nazi, Skinhead, Unwrapped, WP.