A Boy Who Came In from the Cold Ch. 04

"He's just a bully. I'm not scared of him," Ant said, folding his arms and looking as grim as he could.

"He's a fuckin' homicidal maniac," Rayne corrected him, shaking his head. "Promise me you won't go back there, Ant. Please."

The vehemence faded from his voice on that last demand. As he turned those huge, melting eyes up towards his companion's face Ant wondered at the note he heard in that plea. Was it concern? Was Rayne actually worried about him?

Wonders would never cease.

"Come and eat," Ant instructed him, turning away. "And maybe I'll think about it."

Rayne picked at his food until most of it was cold. He managed to eat a few mouthfuls of rice and make that endeavour last for nearly half an hour. Ant emptied his plate into the bin after dinner muttering; "If my cooking's that bad you can say so."

"It's not bad," Rayne said atonally, his eyes fixed on the space where the plate had been. "It's okay. I'm just not... in the mood."

"How often do you eat?" Ant wanted to know as he rinsed the plates under the (now cold) hot tap. "I can't imagine he fed you well. You're skin and bone."

"I'm all right," Rayne mumbled, biting his nails distractedly. "You seemed to think so a few nights ago."

Ant wished he had not brought that up. The memory of Rayne's greedy mouth and tight, warm arse brought something else up and it refused to go back down again. "You can go to bed if you like," he offered, keeping his back to the boy.

"I reckon I will." Rayne pushed himself to his feet and moved towards the bathroom. Ant heard him brushing his teeth, then the door hinges squeaked and his soft, slightly gruff voice murmured; "I'm sorry, I wasn' hungry. You're a pretty good cook, Ant."

"I know," he said without looking up, feeling the grin part his lips.

"Night then." Rayne slipped into the bedroom before he could turn around and closed the door between them.

A FUCK AT BEDTIME:

Ant gave him a bit of time to get settled. He contemplated sleeping on the couch but dismissed the idea quickly. It was not the most comfortable of sofas and a tad short for a good night's rest. Tomorrow would be a busy day and he needed to prepare for it, mentally and physically. When he let himself into the bedchamber at the prow of the boat the room was in darkness and he undressed quickly, dropping his clothes to the floor and slipping under the duvet immediately. He lay still for a while, listening to Rayne's rapid breathing, then whispered; "Are you okay?"

There was a little pause then the boy seemed to give up on the idea of pretending to sleep.

"Yeah."

Ant turned onto his right side. "Can I hold you?"

For a moment silence was his only answer, then his bedmate exhaled; "I suppose so."

Encouraged, Ant wriggled closer and wrapped his arms around the young man. Rayne was completely nude; his groping hands quantified that immediately. He still felt cold and small in Ant's embrace and he pulled the boy towards him, kissing his cheek and his shoulders and the nape of his neck tenderly, rubbing his body against the lad's slim, sexy frame, unable to control his raging hard-on.

"I'm still sore," Rayne whispered huskily, conscious of that big cock between his legs.

"It's okay... I'm not going to do anything you don't want," Ant breathed into his left ear. They lay together in silence for a little while, then he touched his lips to Rayne's cheek and murmured; "You do feel good though. I'd love to please you."

He felt his sexy young lover turn in his arms and Rayne's breath was a balmy breeze on his face as his lips sought out Ant's mouth. The touch was cold at first but the gradual friction of lip on lip soon thawed the ice. Rayne's minty tongue flickered temptingly in and out of his mouth and Ant responded. He sucked on it ravenously and let his own tongue delve deep between his lover's jaws. Instinctively they writhed against one another like mating eels. Ant's hands glided over the silken flesh of his companion's beautiful body, gripping and pulling him close. Rayne's slender arms snaked around his neck and he held on like a drowning thing as they kissed, rolling up onto Ant's belly and easing a slim thigh between his partner's legs. Ant tugged him in, parting his own thighs as the boy tumbled between them. He could feel that Rayne was getting hard and needy. His mouth still pressed fiercely against the youngster's wet lips, surging like a restless sea.

When they parted he kissed his way lower, stroking his tongue over the sleek flesh of his mate's naked body. Rayne sighed delightedly and knelt over him as he explored with his mouth, sucking and biting the boy's stiff nipples until the younger man yelped with breathless pleasure then pressing his lips to the softness of his belly and kissing a slow, teasing route to the base of his hot young dick. He felt Rayne's hand in his dark blond hair, encouraging him physically as he sucked and licked his way slowly up that prominent shaft until his lips could enfold the throbbing glans and draw on it's velvety heat.

The sighing gave way to a whimper of appreciation. Ant rolled him onto his back and moved up over him, nodding his head slowly so that he was stroking the boy's erection with his whole mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and swallowing those seven and half inches of lovely cock meat, a little at a time. He moaned incoherently, running his hands up the younger man's slim thighs and cupping his cheeks, feeling him up shamelessly. Rayne bucked into his mouth, thrusting between his lips as he was caressed and teased.

"Oh god... yeah! Suck me off!" he huffed quietly, writhing from side to side like an energetic viper.

Ant was not yet ready to do that but he carried on stroking for a little while, enjoying the boy's increasing arousal and the feel of his soft, warm body. Rayne's pre-cum tasted sharp and slightly bitter but his prick was pumping it out regularly enough to tell his lover that he was fiercely excited. Ant lifted his head slowly, releasing the boy's stiff young wand and letting it bob above his naked belly.

"Bastard!" Rayne squeaked, snatching for his hair again. "Don't stop!"

"It's not time yet," Ant soothed, kissing his inner thigh, loving the silkiness of the young man's bare skin against his wet lips. "You'll thank me for making you wait."

"Arsehole!" Rayne sank back into the soft mattress with a groan.

"That's right." Ant knelt over him, rubbing his balls in steady circles on the boy's bare stomach and chest, easing his body higher and higher until Rayne's huffing breath was hot in his crotch. He felt the lad's tongue glide willingly over the root of his shaft then down around his nut-sac, tickling and tormenting him there. He groaned involuntarily as Rayne's jaws parted around his left testicle and the boy began to suck and lick his balls as though that was the only thing between himself and starvation.

"Mmmmhhhh.... Yesssss!" Ant hissed approvingly. "Eat me... lick me out... make me cum."

Rayne's tongue wormed craftily behind his sac and skated back and forth across his scrotum, sending little shivers of uncontrollable need through his body. Ant could feel his legs shaking and knew he would have to collapse onto the boy's pretty face and fuck his hot mouth before long. In the meantime Rayne was priming his arsehole with that skilful tongue, wriggling it up and down his hot crack and blowing softly on his glistening, wet rosebud, making it twitch and spasm eagerly. His clever fingers closed around Ant's cock and pumped it, slowly at first then more urgently as his tongue wormed deeper. Ant quivered with sexual tension as the boy licked his sensitive orifice and teased it until he opened like a flower in spring. He moaned his appreciation as the younger man's agitating tongue entered his rectum and he felt Rayne's hot mouth on his spincter, kissing and sucking his arsehole relentlessly.

"Aaahhhh... oh boy... yeah... yeah!" he huffed as the boy explored his arse and fisted his cock vigorously. Even weak and tired, drugged to his eyeballs, the lad was a skilled lover. Ant was ready to shoot his seed into that pumping hand. "I'm cummin'!"

He felt Rayne's tongue slip out of his arse and glide between his heavy nuts up the underside of his big, fat nine inch boner, even as his balls lifted and clenched, ready to pump out their load. Rayne twisted and moved to his knees between Ant's legs. As he began to ejaculate, the boy's soft lips touched around the thick, swollen head of his throbbing penis and Ant squirted a massive payload into Rayne's sexy mouth and over his pretty face. The lad was still pumping Ant's cock with one hand, urging more spunk out of his tool. Ant looked down and even in the dark of the bedroom he could see that Rayne was wanking himself with the other hand. He reached for the boy's hips and pulled him closer.

Rayne Wylde might have been a skinny little creature but he had a lovely young cock and Ant began to stroke it for him now. He guided the throbbing head to his well-licked hole as he rubbed and squeezed it. Rayne made a small, appreciative noise in the back of his throat and bent over his lover, spreading Ant's legs eagerly.

"Fuck me!" Ant gasped and felt the boy's fingers close around his thighs, urging his knees up to his chest as he pressed his hard tool into the older fellow's body, getting it in at the first attempt and bucking it deeper at once. He could hear Rayne panting rapidly as he began to fuck hard. His lovely young rod surged like a well-oiled piston into Ant's hole and he moaned with delight as the beautiful boy bent over him and screwed him with a will, proving once more that he most certainly was not a child. Ant squirmed and struggled as that delicious, thrusting cock pounded away inside him, pushing his arse more eagerly into Rayne's groin, determined to get every last inch of dick up his chute. The glossy head of the boy's member was shunting up against that fabulously sensitive spot deep inside him and he cried out more frantically, with less restraint, as his own penis stiffened and swelled again, responding to the surge of pleasure within him. "Oh god... fuck me... cum in me!" he begged, shameless in his moment of need. "Fill me with your hot cream!"

Rayne did not speak although he uttered wordless yelps and growls of need as he bent over his submissive mate and fucked him savagely until the sweat ran off his naked body in rivers. Ant could almost taste his desperation. He hooked his knees over the boy's shoulders and felt Rayne bend into him, both hands on his shoulders, bucking faster and more wildly. His cries became moans, then sobs. Ant squirted again, a great uncontrollable surge of cum that tightened his body and left him trembling and helpless. He felt Rayne push deep and hard, one final time, into his bowels and collapse into his arms, filling his loins with a rush of heat. Though he uttered no more than a whimpering growl of released tension it vibrated through his lean, nude body like a minor earthquake. Slumped there like a rag doll, he lay huffing with exhaustion in his lover's warm embrace.

Ant's hands roamed consolingly over his hot, sweat-soaked back and buttocks, even as Rayne wilted between his legs, still deep inside him. They were both sticky and wet with cum and perspiration. Ant lowered his knees and ran his bare feet down the boy's naked back and over his perky young bum. His rectum was spasming and twitching restlessly. He could feel Rayne's half-hard dick throbbing in his passage. His lover's heartbeat was a violent kicking against his lower ribs. Rayne's mouth reached up for his own, salty wet and delicious and they began to kiss, long and slow like creatures in a dream until the boy's cock started pulsing within him once more, growing bigger and fatter until it filled his arsehole to capacity. They rubbed and writhed against one another. At one point, Ant wrapped himself around Rayne and rolled him onto his back, riding the boy's hard penis slowly; easing himself up and down on the lad's gorgeous boner.

He did not care if he never came again, this felt sublime. It was all he needed, the warmth of his naked lover beneath him and inside him. Ant closed his eyes and kept rocking himself back and forth.

Ant did not recall if he reached climax. He fell asleep, lulled by the rhythm of their sex and woke around dawn with Rayne in his arms, dead to the world, his hair and soft skin sticky with spilled cum. He looked like a delicious slutty angel, so easy and relaxed in Ant's huge bed. The older man reached into his bedside cabinet for the bottle of lube he had left there the other day when they played dirty games together with his chunky, eleven-inch dildo.

Carefully he poured lube over his sticky, half-erect cock and worked it with one hand until it was slick and slippery and rock hard. The big, purple knot of his cock-head made it look like a meaty bone in his hand. Certainly plenty of grateful partners of both sexes had enjoyed the way it locked his huge tool into their holes and stimulated them deep inside. Smiling at the memories, he poured some more lube into his palm and rubbed his fingers in it before sliding them between Rayne's legs and easing them into his anus. The boy was still quite loose from last night's massive gang-bang and whatever Johnno had inflicted on him back at the squat (Ant's imagination ran riot, picturing Johnno and a couple of his young thugs holding Rayne down, spreading his legs as he struggled and pleaded on a filthy mattress, all to no avail). It was easy enough to penetrate him digitally. The youngster tossed and turned in the pillows, his pale face sweaty and hot as Ant frigged him, working two then three slippery fingers deeper into his arsehole. Dark hair clung to his cheeks as he began to come round, sexy lips parting around a quicker, deeper breath; long lashes fluttering restlessly.

Ant withdrew his fingers and spread the boy's legs, ready and eager for some urgent anal satisfaction. As he felt Rayne start to wake he pressed his fat, glistening cock head between the boy's cheeks and popped it easily into his submissive young mate. From Ant's point of view a bad experience needed to be overcome as quickly as possible. The longer he left this the harder it would be to persuade Rayne that a big hard cock would feel good up his bum. The simplest method of persuasion was to deliver a good hard wake-up fuck. This was what he did.

Rayne's lips parted and he groaned with mingled pain and pleasure as that big member filled and stretched his sore young hole, thrusting vigorously in and out of him. Ant took his time, enjoying the snug warmth of his bedmate's well-fucked anus. When Rayne was clearly awake but making no effort to stop him having his way, he pulled out slowly and rolled the naked boy onto his belly, straddling him quickly.

"Aaahhhh..." Rayne exhaled as he was re-entered from behind and treated to a good, slow, deep fucking. He began to rub his crotch into the mattress hungrily. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Do it harder, you bastard!"

Ant was only too willing. Holding Rayne's slim hips in both hands he started to hump the naked boy quickly and furiously, bucking his big hard rod into the lad's sexy hole over and over. In this position he could watch his lovely big purple boner moving in and out of Rayne's hot, juicy passage with short, fast, slippery strokes. The youngster was groaning with satisfaction, one hand under his crotch, pumping hard at his own throbbing dick as he was fucked. The combination of position and vibration brought Ant to a speedy climax inside him and he pulled out slowly, enjoying the way his spunk spilled out of the boy's gaping rectum and trickled down his saucy, hairless crack and over his rapidly-spasming balls.

Rayne rolled onto his back and carried on pumping his own rod and balls with both hands for a few moments more as Ant watched. Uttering a shuddering gasp he squirted a fountain of thin, creamy spunk that splattered over his stomach and chest. The exhalation was a long moan of relief.

"Dirty bitch," Ant chuckled appreciatively and began to lick him clean. He was going to have to look lovely and hot for his passport photograph.

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE?

"It says here that I need the signatures of two unrelated, professional people who have known me for more than a year." Rayne was squinting at the form they had picked up at the Post Office earlier in the day, which he had been diligently filling in since they reached the end of the personal applications queue at the Passport Authority Offices. They had obtained sixteen photographs from a booth in Kings Cross station, taken whilst Ant crouched beside him, off camera, firstly stroking then sucking his cock behind the curtain. In the last four Rayne was climaxing uncontrollably. They then took eight more pictures of him blowing Ant's huge erection and taking a face-full of cum in the same booth. Ant was currently enjoying the pictures whilst his lover filled in the requisite paperwork.

"Here..." Ant held out his hand for the form and filled out both of the reference sections, one in his own name and the other in the name of Daniel Leland. He gave his occupation as Personal Therapist and in the other box wrote Solicitor.

"Won't they check?" Rayne asked sceptically.

"They might do," Ant admitted. "But I've given my number as the phone box down the street so I'll wait for you there just in case. Dan's cool, he'll okay anything if he thinks there might be money in it for him."

"Is he really a solicitor?" Rayne enquired.

"He solicits good looking young lads, gets them drunk and naked and photographs them in hot, horny situations," Ant explained with a grin. "Then he sells the pictures to porn magazines."

"And he's a friend of yours?" Rayne raised his eyebrows sceptically.

"One of the best!" Ant grinned again.

Rayne Wylde just shook his head a shade too knowingly and uttered a sigh of resignation.

It took a little over three hours to get his passport processed and by the time he was clutching the precious document in his hand Rayne felt as though he had been put through an emotional mangle and left out to dry. Someone showed him the way back out to the street and he wandered aimlessly along it for a few minutes until Ant spotted him from the telephone kiosk and ran after him. He thought the boy looked unsteady as he drew level and steered him to a bench within a nearby bus shelter where they sank down together.

"You okay?"

Rayne nodded slowly, as if this was something he had to think about.

"I feel a bit sick," he said at last. "I reckon it was the air conditioning in there. It's a bloody 'orrible place to have to wait."

"You got the passport though?"

The younger man pulled a small, dark red wallet from his trouser pocket and waved it demonstratively before tucking it away again. "I'm gonna throw up," he groaned, and that was all the warning Ant got before he doubled over with his arms wrapped around his slender body, coughing up a pool of yellowish bile that was mostly cum, with a little white rice thrown in.

"We have got to get you straightened out," Ant tutted, stroking dark hair back from the youngster's ashen face. "Does that feel better?"

Rayne only shook his head and buried his face in his cupped hands. They sat in silence for a while, Ant avoiding the grim, disapproving stares of other bus passengers whilst Rayne huddled up in blissful ignorance. Two buses came and went before the older man attempted to rouse him.

"We can't sit here all night. It's not even our stop. Do you think you can walk?"

"I feel a bit wobbly," Rayne muttered. He coughed and spat with a disgusted grimace. "I'd kill for a glass of water."

Ant cautioned him to stay put and ran across the road to a newsagent's shop for a bottle of Volvic. When he got back the boy had gone. Cursing, Ant stared wildly up and down the bustling street hoping for some sign of the kid but he had vanished without leaving a trace beyond the pool of drying vomit in the shelter.