THE NEW BOY

Kevin was a member of a dying breed - a coalman, a sight seldom seen today.   He was 
about 35 and had had a succession of dead end job - labouring on building sites, cowman 
on a farm, cleaning out oil tanks, washing heavy good vehicles - always filthy jobs and nearly 
always badly paid, but it didn’t make much difference to him because he didn’t need much 
money to live.   He was a skinhead, admittedly slight old for a skinhead, but he shaved his 
head very few days as it cost nothing and it turned him on see his shaved head in the mirror.
Now and again he would go and stay with an old mate of his who live a couple of hours ride 
away on the bike.   They had much the same tastes and found each other congenial 
company.
Friday came and Kevin was kept busy all day humping bags of coal into people’s bunkers 
and coalhouses with little time for a dinner break so he went into the bakers to get a couple 
of pies to keep him going.   He looked quite a sight - shaven head with a three day growth, 
three earrings in his left ear, a dirty old ripped check shirt under a badly scuffed old biker’s 
jacket, fingerless leather gloves on hands with the fingers engrained with dirt poking through 
and a pair of torn jeans that started life being blue but, after being worn on the coal for about 
a year and never taken off, were now so black and greasy that they almost stood up by 
themselves.   The jeans were tucked into a pair of old and filthy, steel-toecapped, turned 
down wellies which he’d picked up on a rubber tip and worn continuously ever since.
It was quite late when Kev finished work - he had already complained to his boss that there 
was too much for one man on his own and he could do with a mate to do some of the 
humping.   As soon as he got home he checked his bike over - getting his hands and his 
jeans covered in oil and grease in the process - had a cup of tea, then pulled on a pair of 
dirty old black rubber overtrousers and set off for his mate’s place about two hours ride 
away.   He went just as he was, his face and hands black and dirty from the coal, and his 
body underneath almost as black.   No point in washing - you only got dirty next day and 
besides he rally liked being dirty which he felt was how he was supposed to be.
Halfway through the trip he was busting for a piss so he let if go and enjoyed the warmth as 
it trickled down his lets into his rubber boots.   Before long he was parking the biker in the 
yard alongside his mate’s house, going in through the back entrance to the living room.   
There was Wayne sitting down on a sofa watching the telly.   He was a bit younger, about 
30, but also a skinhead, keeping his hair cropped regularly down to a Number Zero, wearing 
a filthy old black PVC site jacket over a dirty greasy boiler suit and old greasy wellies.   He 
also had two or three earrings in his left ear and another through the side of his nose.   A 
number of tattoos could be seen poking out from the sleeves of his boiler suit.   Apart from a 
wooden table, three chairs and an old mattress with a couple of blankets in the corner, the 
only other item of furniture was the sofa.   Black imitation leather, ripped and torn with the 
dirty yellow foam showing through.   The floor was just rough concrete and a dirty old rug 
thrown across it.
Two hours later they’d eaten the Indian takeaway that Wayne had got in and were sprawled 
on the sofa and on their third bottle of beer.   Both guys started to get horny, Kev pissing in 
Wayne’s jeans while Wayne played with Kev’s coal back nipples.   As the beer took effect, 
Wayne wanted to piss, so with Kev on his knees, he shoved his dick into Kev’s jeans and 
gave his legs another good hosing down with piss to add to the lot still sloshing around in his 
boots from when he pissed on the bike.   Another bottle of beer and Wayne said “That’s it.   
I’m off to bed.   You can sleep where you want to.   Oh, I almost forgot - I’ve got a lad staying 
with me for a few weeks.   He’s down the pub and will be in later, but he shouldn’t bother 
you as he usually kips down here on the mattress over there.”
Kev idly wondered who this lad was but then went into the other room downstairs where 
Wayne kept most of his gear.   There were pairs of old wellies and waders scattered all over 
the floor and various rubber coats and gasmask hanging on the wall.   He tried on various 
boots and bits of gear and finally put on a heavy rubber industrial jacket, overtrousers and 
waders and shoved a bit black dildo up his arse.   Kev decided to sleep there among all the 
gear and so he crawled over to a camp bed in the corner, pulled a greasy blanket over him 
and went to sleep.
After what had seemed a short time, he woke with a start.   Someone had come in and 
switched on the light.   Kev struggled to get up and saw he wasn’t alone.   There was 
another guy in the room and he realised it must be the “lad” Wayne had mentioned as, 
standing before him, was a well built punk in his early 20s with a mohican haircut, wearing a 
torn black T-shirt, a black PVC site jacket and tight black jeans tucked into a pair of well 
worn high leg black Doctor Marten’s boots.   He had four earrings in his left ear and also one 
through his nose.  “Hi there, I’m Gary”! he said.   “I’m down here looking for work and thought 
I might find some round ‘ere.”  “What sort of work are you looking for ?” said Kev.   “Oh 
anything - labouring, farm work.   Anything that’ll bring in a few quid.   I’m quite strong and I 
don’t mind how dirty I get.”
Kev couldn’t believe his luck.   He’d only been saying to his boss that night that he needed a 
strong lad to help him.   This lad looked strong enough and might even be trained to assist 
him in more ways than one !  The lad came over to the camp bed and plonked himself down 
beside Kev.   “Like yer ‘aircut mate” he said stroking Kev’s shaved head.   “I’ve always 
wanted to ‘ave me ‘ead shaved but only got as far as this mohican.”
“Fancy a job on the coal ?” he said.   “What do you mean” said the lad.   “I‘m a coalman” 
said Kev “and spend all day humping bags of coal around, but it’s getting a bit much for one 
guy on his own.   I could do with a mate, but it means you’ll get as dirty as me and I don’t 
believe in too much washing.”   As this, he could feel the lad’s cock getting even harder.   
“Those DMs are OK, but you need something with steel toecaps.   How about a  pair of 
wellies - they’re easier to put on and they’re much more comfortable” said Kev, throwing the 
lad a pair of Wayne’s old dirty steel toecapped rubber boots.   “Also you’d be much better off 
in pair of overalls - don’t want to get your jeans too dirty, do we ?”  The lad quickly took off 
his jacket and jeans and put on the wellies and an old pair of overalls and then p]finally the 
PVC jacket.   As he did so Kev could see the lad’s cock was standing out ramrod stiff.

“Now you’re beginning to look like something” said Kev and reached for the lad’s tits which 
he could see were standing out through his T-shirt.   The lad groaned and his hands started 
caress Kev’s shaved head.   “Oh yeh” he groaned “I could do with a job like yours and I 
wanna be like you as well.   Make me a dirty fucker like you are and lets live in filth together.”   
With this Kev pulled the lad down to his knees by his tits and he buried his face in Kev’s 
rubber covered groin and licked furiously.   After a few minutes Kev released his hold on 
Gary’s tits and pulled his rubber overtrousers down and the lad started hungrily licking Kev’s 
cock.   Kev then got hold of Gary’s tits again and started to squeeze them really hard.   This 
excited Gary even more and he took Kev’s rampant cock in his mouth and started to suck it 
for all he was worth.   After a short while Kev pulled his cock out of Gary’s mouth as he was 
afraid that he would come and he did not to just yet as he beginning to have further plants for 
the lad.

“Do you really wanna be like me ?”  asked Kev.  “Oh yeh” said Gary “it would be great.”  
“Right” said Kev “Let’s start by giving you a proper haircut.”   With that he went out of the 
room and came bacj a few minutes later with Wayne’s electric clippers.   Gary was still 
kneeling where he had left him and after plugging the clippers in, Kev said “Are you quite 
sure you wanna be like me ?”  “Oh yeh” said the lad and with Kev started work with the bare 
clippers cropping off the lad’s remaining hair.   It didn’t take long until Gary’s head was totally 
shaved bald like Kev’s and he then started work again on Gary’s tits, while Gary kept Kev’s 
cock hard in his mouth.   From time to time Kev stroked Gary’s now bald and shaved  head 
and it made him even harder feeling his mate’s smooth head and thinking of how he might 
train the young punk in the future.

With all this activity and all the beer he had drunk that night, Kev soon began to get the urge 
to have a piss and thought this would be a good chance to see if the lad was really into the 
same things as he was.   So he pulled away from him and said “Let’s see if you’ve rally got 
what it takes.   I need a piss.”  He then began to empty his bladder over Gary’s shaved head 
so that it ran down his face and into his T-shirt.   “Open your jeans” said Kev and he finished 
off by emptying the rest of his piss down the lad’s jeans so that they were well and truly 
soaked and the piss ran down into his rubber boots.   “That was fantastic” said Gary and 
|Kev knew that he had really found someone who was happy to live in the same way he did.   
He pulled Gary’s face roughly towards him, spat on his face and then pressed his open 
mouth over Gary’s and forced his tongue down Gary’s throat as far as he could.   They 
stayed like that for some time but when they had finished he said “You’re great and I think 
we’ll get on great together once you’ve learnt what it’s like to be dirty and like in piss all the 
time.”   With that they both grabbed their cocks and wanked as hard as they could, thinking 
of the times to come.   Kev eventually spunked over the lad’s boots and then made Gary get 
down and lick it up and, while he was doing this, Gary also came over Kev’s boots and then 
licked that up as well.

Kev wrote a quick note for Wayne explaining what had happened and told the lad to grab a 
crash helmet.   “You’re coming back with me” he said “don’t bother to get anything else.   
What you’re wearing now is all you need.   From now on you won’t be wearing anything else 
except those rubber boots and the boiler suit all the time and it won’t be long until you and 
they are as dirty as I am.”   Gary could only nod his agreement as he now realised that his 
was what he had been waiting for all his life.   A few minutes later Gary was on the back of 
Kev’s motorbike stinking of piss in his rubber boots, PVC jacket, dirty old jeans and boiler 
suit - happier than he had ever been, going off to a new life as a coalman and knowing that 
he would be spending the rest of his life in rubber boots, dirt and piss.