A Boy Who Came In from the Cold Ch. 03

To his surprise and relief their fear of Johnno's retribution outweighed their own personal need and he was returned to Mile End unmolested. He had stopped trying to make small talk after they proved monosyllabic and reluctant on the tube train out. Now he ignored them and gazed at his shabby, unwashed reflection in the darkened window. What the hell was he doing, scratching cash together for some junk addled creep in order to rescue another crazy addict from his clutches? Had the sex gone to his head?

"What the fuck's this?" Johnno wanted to know, counting the cash into piles in one of the downstairs back rooms. The windows here were boarded up and there was a smell of damp and mould. The room was full of electrical goods in boxes. "Where's the fuckin' rest. Fifteen hundred, you said. This is not three monkeys, mate!"

"I need to give them notice to take out so much, that's a downpayment. I can get you the rest on Monday," Ant told him, hoping his voice did not shake as much as he feared it would. "Where's Rayne?"

"Upstairs, 'avin' a wash," Johnno said dismissively. "He's got work to do this afternoon. At least one of you seems to be concentratin' on paying me back. Some bloke up in Pimlico wants an innocent young face for a nice long cock-suckin' session. The daft fucker's never gonna know the difference. Ray's a good little actor when he puts in the effort. He just turns those big eyes on 'em. Well, 'you' know, I guess!"

Ant seethed quietly but he said nothing. Rayne's vulnerability had seemed genuine enough the other day but now he caught himself doubting.

When the boy came down, he had washed and changed and covered the bruise on his face. He wore plain blue jeans, hi-top trainers and a black tee shirt. Someone had cut his hair; the blond stripe had gone leaving a shorter, spikier crown of black, trimmed close around his ears and the back of his slender neck. It did make him look extraordinarily young. There was a sense of listlessness about him though, as if some of the spark Ant had seen in the pub last night had been extinguished. When he met Ant's concerned gaze he forced a small, humourless smile and shook his head. He and John went out together and the other occupants of the squat drifted off on their own pursuits. Ant went upstairs to the front bedroom off the top landing but the door was locked again. Frustrated, he returned to his mattress and tried to sleep.

When he woke, Rayne was sitting on the end of the mattress watching him quizzically and a little sadly. He had removed the tee shirt and wore a loose, open black shirt and the paler, ripped jeans Ant had rescued him in. His fingers ran over the close cropped hair at the base of his skull as though he still found it peculiar.

"Are you okay?" Ant whispered and he nodded once.

"Was the job… all right?" He felt awkward asking, but perversely needed to know. As with the previous night when the two drug dealers had been molesting Rayne, he felt as if he was getting his own kicks indirectly through them.

Rayne shrugged and looked out through the dirty window distractedly.

"He was about eighty," the lad whispered huskily at last. "He sat me on the bed and took my clothes off, then he told me it was all right and he would show me what to do. He kept touching me, all over, telling me I was beautiful. He took his clothes off and I couldn't look. It was like his skin didn't fit any more. It was so sad, Ant. We got down on the bed and he was feeling me all over, telling me how when he was younger he had a beautiful young lover like me and he had to teach this lad how to feel pleasure and give pleasure to him. Then he got on top of me and started kissing me all over my body until he ran out of breath." Rayne looked down at his hands, his expression unreadable.

"He didn't drop dead on you, did he?" Ant ventured warily.

That earned him a tiny little smile. Some hint of mischief returned briefly to Rayne's tired eyes.

"You're an idiot, you know," the boy said affably.

"I know."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Rayne's hand stroked his thigh gently. Ant took the boy's long, cold fingers and moved them up to his crotch. He kept his hand on top of Rayne's stroking in slow circles until his cock began to tent his pants.

"That's nice," Ant whispered at last. "Keep doing that. Did you suck him off?"

Rayne looked back at him, perplexed. His fingers curled around Ant's cock and fisted him slowly through the material of his trousers.

"You what?"

"The old dude. Did you suck his dick?" Ant humped himself up into Rayne's stroking hand with a little smile.

"You're a dirty bastard," the lad told him, carefully unzipping him and easing his chilly fingers into Ant's underwear. Ant caught his breath as his gorgeous lover began to stroke him again, flesh on flesh. "Does it turn you on, thinking about me sucking wrinkly cocks?"

"No…" Ant gasped huskily, closing his eyes. "It does turn me on thinking about you sucking 'my' cock though. I was jealous of those two guys last night."

Rayne blinked at him.

"What the hell d'you know about that?" He sat back for a moment until Ant caught his hand and drew it back to his throbbing prick again.

"Don't stop. I heard them come up and I wanted to see you. They left the door ajar and I was outside watching while you stripped off and did it with them. I was so horny watching that skinny bastard fingering you. I just wanted to walk right in and join them."

"You're as bad as they are," Rayne said darkly. He sat back and folded his arms.

"Don't stop," Ant cajoled. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want, Rayne. That old git was right, you really are beautiful. I couldn't leave you here alone. John's been trying to keep you away from me, but I'm not leaving until he lets you walk out with me."

"You're such a muppet!" Rayne told him, but rather more sorrowfully, he thought. "He'll never let me go, Ant."

"Yes he will. I'm gonna make sure of that," Ant promised rashly, prising Rayne's hands free and guiding one of them back to his aching penis. As the boy began to rub and fondle his erection again, he stroked a hand over the soft, velvety crop at the nape of Rayne's neck, pulling the lad's soft, lush lips onto his own. They parted at once and Ant's tongue plunged between them, into the warmth of his lover's mouth. Rayne let his own small, sexy tongue flicker over Ant's teeth and they kissed one another passionately, rolling across the mattress until Rayne was underneath him and Ant was able to unfasten his tight jeans and slide them down. As usual, the boy had nothing on under his denims and Ant was able to squeeze and fondle his smoothly shaven balls and tease the boyish softness of his scrotum until he moaned with need.

"You want to be fucked hard, don't you?" Ant gasped into his mouth, pushing his jeans down further until he was able to extricate his lover from the garment. He spread Rayne's slender legs and rubbed his cock between them eagerly, teasing the youth by nudging his leaking glans against the little pink star at the head of his silky, hairless crack.

"Yeah!" Rayne groaned huskily, wriggling beneath him with his eyes closed in blissful appreciation. "Oh yeah!"

From behind them, a gruff, Yorkshire voice said; "Put your cock up his arse and I'll fucking well cut it off!"

Ant felt his hard on wither as the point of a knife touched the back of his neck. He moved to sit up but it jabbed harder, keeping him in place.

"Not so fast, wise guy! You've got my little fuck hole all hot and bothered now," Johnno warned. "If you don't make him cum, he'll be tetchy all night. Maybe if you please him enough I'll let him suck you off, how's that? He might even practice being a virgin schoolboy to your big cocked gym teacher, 'if' you ask him nicely. I know the stiffs at tonight's little gang bang want to play that game with him for real."

Ant froze, caught between fantasy and reality. Rayne was looking up at him, his eyes very sexy and languid under heavy lids. He did not look surprised, only resigned.

"It's tonight?" Ant almost whispered, unable to take his eyes off the boy. "But I thought…"

"No time like the present," Johnno said cheerfully. "And Saturday night's the traditional lads night on the town, yeah? Tell you what, if you're a good soldier now, I'll even let you come along and watch him getting shafted by all those horny muscle boys. You like spying on other people having it off with him, don't you mate? Gets you rock hard, yeah?"

Rayne closed his eyes again and exhaled a little huff of weary impatience. He was still sprawled loosely on the mattress with his legs spread and his hole on display. Ant drew the boy's knees over his shoulders and bent his head, touching his lips and tongue to the young man's silky balls, then kissing his way slowly to Rayne's arsehole. He cupped and stroked the rent boy's firm white cheeks in his hands, parting them and lowering them until he was able to rub the head of his dick against the boy's hole, then lifting him again, licking his own precum off the puckered ring and blowing on the moist skin. He repeated the action over and over until Rayne's sphincter opened up for his probing tongue and he was able to ease it into the boy's anus, tongue fucking him greedily. Rayne's left hand slid down his naked belly to his hard young cock and he began to rub himself.

Ant shuffled closer, reaching blindly for Rayne's right hand and guiding it to his own rigid tool. The boy cried out his name as he was licked and teased, rubbing a stiff prick in either hand, Ant's head between his thighs. Johnno moved closer, kneeling on the corner of the mattress and unzipping his pants and getting out his big, purple-headed cock. Ant kissed his way up between Rayne's legs and sucked on his lover's balls. Sidelong, he watched the boy open his mouth obediently and swallow John's long, hard dick, stroking the shaft with his soft, sexy lips and dextrous tongue. They all shifted around simultaneously now, Ant lowering Rayne to the mattress where he rolled over, presenting his soft white arse so that Ant's tongue could lick out his crack more easily. The boy bent over his pimp's erection, nodding lower and lower as he swallowed it all. Johnno grunted with satisfaction as he fucked the boy's mouth. Ant knelt beside Rayne in order to watch him deep-throating his keeper and before long Rayne's soft, sticky fingers closed around Ant's cock and began to fist him again.

Alternately he fingered and licked Rayne's sexy hole, sliding a hand beneath the boy to wank him. Rayne bucked into his hand and back onto his thrusting finger until Ant was caressing the tight pleasure bud deep inside him. He felt the boy whimper and tremble moments before he exploded in Ant's hand. Cum dripped through his fingers as Johnno grunted and pulsed in the young man's mouth, stifling his cry of arousal. The cry became a wet, bubbling groan as if rising from the depths of the ocean. John let out a long whistle of breath and moaned; "Oh fuck, yeah!"

"mmhhhh…" Rayne sighed, lifting his head briefly, a ribbon of creamy spunk trickling from the corner of his mouth as he swallowed John's ejaculate, then turned towards Ant and bent over his cock at once. Ant breathed his approval, dizzy with desire as he felt Rayne's hot wet mouth close around his cock head, still full of cum, sucking and licking him seductively. Ant's hands stroked his spiky, silky hair, caressing the warm fragile skull as he urged himself into Rayne's mouth, deeper and faster. Rayne made incoherent noises of pleasure as the older man fucked away hard between his lips, then deeper into his throat. He could feel Rayne's quick nasal breaths in his crotch, as he gagged slightly then swallowed harder, stirring Ant's pubes, stimulating him to greater peaks of sensation.

"Oh yeah, yeah! You gorgeous little cock-sucker, that feels so good!" he exhorted. Rayne was stroking the back of his thigh with one hand and groping his bollocks with the other. He felt his nuts tighten in the young man's sweaty palm then he was filling the slut's mouth with cream again. "Jesus! Yeah! That's so fuckin' hot!"

Ant was huffing with breathless satisfaction as Rayne lifted his head, trying to lick the spilt semen off his chin. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, green eyes glittering with energy. From the edge of the mattress Johnno shook his head slowly.

"You're gonna have to play it a bit more innocent tonight," the Yorkshireman warned. "That was 'too' fucking smart, sweet thing."

THE JOB:

True to his word, Johnno let Ant come to the gym with them that night. Rayne had packed up most of his stuff and they took it back to Ant's boat before the taxi went on into the heart of the city and carried them through the bright lights of Piccadilly and up to old Soho. The private gymnasium was on a backstreet and they had to call up to the third floor in order to be admitted. Rayne was quiet now. He wore a long, dark gabardine coat over a simple white sports shirt and tight little shorts. Ant kept a hold of his left hand until they got out of the car and John paid the cab fare. Then they were in the dimly lit foyer.

Someone buzzed them through to the lobby where they took a mirror walled elevator to the third floor. Rayne unfastened his mackintosh, which was stifling in the close heat of the lift car. The whites of his outfit were dazzling in this dingy place. Ant knew that his naked body was perfectly smooth under the schoolboy attire. He had black plimsolls and white ankle socks on his feet and looked touchingly innocent. The effect was oddly disturbing to Ant following on so soon after the delicious oral sex he had enjoyed this afternoon. He could see that Rayne was nervous.

"You ever done this before?" he whispered before the elevator stopped.

Rayne nodded, not trusting words.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Ant squeezed his small, cold hand.

Another nod, and then the doors opened and they were in a bright reception area. A young man in his twenties met them there, wearing Lycra shorts and a sleeveless vest. He looked wide-eyed at Rayne as John conversed quietly with him, no doubt discussing the delicate matter of money. Rayne sat down on one of the chairs in the foyer and pretended interest in the sporting prints on the walls.

"How old is he?" the young man in shorts asked softly.

Johnno said something too quiet to hear and the fellow gawked again.

"Does he know what's gonna happen?" he hissed urgently. Ant could see that he was getting a hard on in spite of his trepidation. He had a big, fat dick. It was impossible to hide in Lycra.

"He's been groomed," Johnno assured him. "The guy next to him is his uncle, he's been training the kid, bedding naked with him for about twelve months. He's not gonna freak if he sees a hard cock, he knows how to stroke and suck but he's not had a boner up his arse yet. Take it easy with him until he gets used to it, yeah?"

Rayne exchanged the briefest of cynical looks with Ant, then rose as Johnno beckoned him, taking off his coat and handing it to Ant. Johnno took him by the arm and led him to a doorway with a sign for the showers over the top of it.

"Jason," he said in a slightly patronising voice, bending forward to look Rayne in the eyes. "This is Gary. I told you about him, remember. You're gonna go with him now and meet his friends. You just relax and do as they tell you and you'll have a lot of fun, okay."

"Whatever," Rayne said, rolling his eyes. The fellow called Gary did not see it but Ant did. He stifled a laugh.

"Jason?" he queried under his breath as Rayne followed Gary into the shower room and Johnno came back towards him.

"Nom de fuck," Johnno hissed back, grinning fiercely. "He never gives the punters his real name." The skinny pimp winked at him. "You wanna watch, mate? It might look more kosher if you wanna keep an eye on him. They can't say no."

Ant took a deep breath. He did not 'want' to see any of this, and yet he did. A perverse part of him deep inside was turned on by the idea of observing as Rayne Wilde pretended to be a virgin for these horny young guys. Wordlessly, he nodded his head and Johnno ushered him into the changing area.

JASON'S 'FIRST TIME':

Rayne followed Gary into the locker room where several other men were undressing already. Their eyes traced his progress and he looked around with innocent speculation, averting his gaze cautiously from their cocks. One young fellow, who was not much older than him, by Rayne's reckoning, came to meet them. He was grinning nervously.

"This him? Jesus! How old is he?"

"Johnno says he's nearly fifteen," Gary muttered, shaking his head as his companion whistled appreciatively. "Name's Jason."

"All right Jayse?" the younger one greeted him with idiotic cheeriness and Rayne began to believe that this might be an easier con than he had first anticipated. This guy was a total schmuck. He obviously had no idea when it came to other men. Rayne wondered who had talked him into this stunt in the first place.

He nodded solemnly, playing with the elastic waist of his shorts which was biting into his hip. It would be a relief to get stripped. Gary fished in a bag under the benches and retrieved a white towel and a tube of Astroglide.

"You wanna come and have a good time with us?" the idiot beamed, clearly nervous.

"Yeah, I guess." Rayne looked him up and down incuriously.

"Let's get your kit off, shall we?" Gary said, in a more decisive tone. "Then you can help Damon here to get his shorts off and his dick warmed up. You know how to do that, right? John said you know how to give head."

The young whore nodded again, mutely and Gary looked satisfied. He began to strip off, baring a muscular, hairy chest and a long, thick cock. Rayne hesitated for a moment, then carefully took off his top and folded it, setting it on the bench behind him. Damon watched eagerly and so did a few of the other men in the changing area as he wriggled his white shorts down and stepped out of them, baring his smooth, pale arse as he bent to pick them up and put them with his shirt. Now Damon reached out a quivering hand and touched his bare bum, worming a tentative finger down his crack, then caressed his belly and torso experimentally.

"Undo his shorts, Jason," Gary encouraged, sitting down on the bench beside the neatly folded pile of clothes. He stroked Rayne's arse more confidently, spreading the boy's cheeks with both hands and rubbing his thumb over the pucker of his anus. "Get his dick out and stroke it or we'll be here all night."

Rayne bent his head and did as he was told, fumbling the button and flyer of Damon's cotton shorts with shaking hands. He was keyed up. No longer nervous but ready for action. It was like going into battle, he often thought at times like this. Damon was getting hard quickly. He peeled his vest off as Rayne unfastened his flyer and slid a hand into his cotton posing pouch, stroking and touching him with deliberate clumsiness. Unlike Gary, this younger fellow had a soft body. He was not plump but clearly had not been working out with these guys for long. A shy glance around the room showed the young rent boy six or seven men, all fairly toned and fit. Most of them were nude. All had their cocks out and some were stroking themselves already as they watched him.

He pushed Damon's pants down to his knees and began to fist the other man's stiffening tool in his left hand. Damon's fingers ran through his hair and urged his head down at once. He uttered a little groan of appreciation at the feel of Rayne's hot breath on his throbbing cock head. At the same time, Gary unscrewed the cap from the lube and applied a small, cold glob of gel to Rayne's exposed ring. He worked it in, using the pad of his thumb, in slow, circling motions that were hard to resist. Rayne closed his eyes and tightened his rectal muscles purposefully. The contact made him want to do just the opposite but he kept his mind on the game. They believed he was untouched and if he 'was' untouched then he would not be totally relaxed. Not yet.