Date: Mon, 1 May 2023 13:12:06 +0100 From: Jay Cee Subject: Wet Trade Thank you to everyone for your feedback on The Cruising Boy. I do love to hear people's feedback and try to respond to all your emails. I am working on another story, but got distracted on the way (email exchange with one of you guys) and suddenly this happened. I don't know if it's a stand alone or whether it should be a two parter. What do you guys think? Please help support Nifty, https://donate.nifty.org/ we all love the site and want it to thrive. Wet Trade I was now in my early 30's, so about a decade after The Cruising Boy. The skater boy look had gone, I had put on a few pounds and was growing into my bearness. I had moved out of IT project management and now ran an events company. I was in a cafe in Nottingham with my friend James, we had met working at an event a few years earlier, got on like a house on fire and I quite often sub contracted to him for larger events. James was in his late 30's, was about 6 foot, average build, not skinny, not fat, not muscled, just average. He was what I would call classically handsome, not to my taste, with short brown stylish hair. We were pouring over a customer briefing figuring out how to pull off the impossible when the cafe door burst open. The gust of wind scattering our papers. We both looked up from our laptops to see an attractive and soaking wet, very good looking young lad who appeared to be about 18 or 20 years old. Dressed in blue puma trainers, straight boy jeans (how i refer to poor fitting jeans that most straight guys wear) and a blue Adidas trackie top. "Shit, sorry!" he apologised, picking up our papers. "The wind caught the door." "Not a problem mate." I said, appreciating the view of his arse as he bent over picking up the papers. He put them on the table and went to the counter. I shared a smile with James and we both nodded our heads knowingly. Yes the lad was definitely to both our tastes. When out at the bars and clubs we quite often competed for the younger crowd; twinks, students and the like. The young guy came over to us. "I'm really sorry to ask, but I've lost my wallet. Is there any chance I could borrow like a tenner?" "Sorry mate, I don't lend to strangers. I live just round the corner, why don't you come with us, get some food, something to drink?" The young guy looked hesitant but James said "Don't worry we're not going to rob you. Besides, my friend here has a nice apartment and is a really good cook. The food will be better than here." said James with a smile. This put the lad at ease and soon the three of us left for my flat, braving the windy and heavy rain. It turned out the lad's name was Danny. The flat itself was a nice 2 bedroom city centre top floor apartment (not quite a penthouse) in the Lace Market, an expensive and desirable part of the city. "Shoes off." I said looking at Danny. Danny frowned and hesitated but eventually did as he was told. His once white socks were filthy and his big toe stuck out through a hole on his left foot. Neither me or James said anything. "Right, coffee." said James. "You know where everything is. Use the machine, not instant." "What did your last slave die of?" "Not saying, but carry on with the back chat and you'll find out." I laughed. Turning to Danny I said "Make yourself at home." "Cheers." said Danny nervously perching on the edge of the sofa. "You can relax mate." "I don't want to ruin the sofa." whispered Danny, his eyes downcast. It was only then that I noticed exactly how soaked through the lad was. " Shit sorry mate. Hang on." I left and returned shortly with a pair of joggers and a sweat shirt. "Go to bathroom and change. We can throw your stuff in the tumble dryer." I offered, handing the dry clothes to the soaking wet lad. Being that close to the lad JC could smell the boy. Pungent. "You can grab a shower if you want and I can wash your stuff." Danny was silent and looked at the floor and then the front door. JC laughed. There's a lock on the bathroom door if you are that worried." "Nah it's not that." said Danny nervously "Look, we promised you a coffee and lunch. Your clothes will be washed and dry in an hour and a half, two hours tops. Besides, it's still pissing it down outside." Danny looked beaten. "OK I guess." James was back with a tray of coffees. "Where's the kid?" he asked. "Taking a shower. He kinda stunk." "Homeless?" "Guessing so." The door to the bathroom opened and Danny stood there with a skimpy towel wrapped around his narrow waste, he was dripping wet. His dark hair, wet and tousled. He was thin, almost too skinny, very very lean and you could see his tightly defined muscles, his body was covered in bruises and scrapes. He had a poorly done tattoo of a panther on his forearm and a tattoo of Notts Forest football club on one of his calves. He had sparse black leg hair that went up to his knees but higher up seemed to be smooth. He had a bar through his left nipple. You could see what must have been his cock bulging slightly behind the towel. "Sorry, forgot these." Danny said as he stretched over James to get the joggers and sweatshirt from the sofa. James was speechless. I smiled as I had a perfect view of his towel covered peachy arse. Danny scampered back to the bathroom. "There's bigger towels in there." was all I needed to say. Danny was back in what seemed like seconds, wearing my grey joggers and maroon sweatshirt. They were far too big on his scrawny body. At least they were clean and dry "Right, lunch?" I suggested. "Can I help?" offered Danny. "See that's what a guest should say!" I said pointedly at James, who laughed. "No thanks Danny, I got this, get to know James. James, play nice!" Half an hour later we were sitting at the round glass table tucking into a full breakfast. "Thanks, this is amazing!" said Danny. "Bacons over done." said James in mock criticism. "Nah, this is how bacon should be." said Danny jumping to my defence. "Snap it in half and do this." Danny broke the yoke of his poached egg and scooped up a large amount of it. "Finally, someone who knows how bacon should be done." I laughed. We finished lunch and sat back. I lit a cigarette. "I'll make us a coffee if you are going to puff on that thing." said James. Danny eyed up my fag longingly. I nudged the packet over to him. "Help yourself kid." We moved over to the large L shaped sofa and drank our coffees. Danny had his feet up on the coffee table. I couldn't help but notice he had large, nicely shaped feet with long toes. We got chatting, mainly James regaling the poor lad with stories of our escapades. They sat next to one another, James sat to his side facing Danny. I sat on the other part of the sofa, listening to James's stories, correcting him at times. We lost track of time and were suddenly brought back to the here and now by a loud clash of thunder. "Shit." said Danny. The rain was now lashing it down, a torrential downpour. It was dark, almost dark as night, lit infrequently but the bright flashes of lightning. "Guess we're trapped here for the afternoon." said James. "Invite yourself over why don't you." I laughed. "But if we're cosying up for the afternoon, we might as well make the most of it. What are you drinking?" I asked Danny. "What you got?" he asked. "Pretty much everything." laughed James. It was true, I had a very well stocked drinks cabinet. "Just a lager will do." said Danny. I got him a lager and poured myself and James a large G and T. I put on some music and James entertained Danny. Time flew by and James replenished our drinks several times. He didn't ask, just helped himself to the drinks cabinet. It wasn't a problem, the booze was there to be drunk after all. We were relaxed, a little tipsy and actually having a pretty decent time. I noticed James's hand venture to the lads knee. It gradually moved up until right at the top of Danny's thigh. "You know I'm straight right?" said Danny. James didn't say anything, he didn't move his hand away either. Dannys cock was telling a different story and was tenting the joggers. "Are you telling me to stop?" asked James. "Well not exactly." replied Danny. James raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I kinda charge for that stuff." "Interesting." muttered James reaching into his back pocket. "How much?" "Depends. What are you wanting?" "Not sure. How about we just play it by ear." "50." "For both of us?" asked James. I nearly choked on my G&T. Me and James had never played together. I had no idea what a threesome with him would be like. Danny thought for a second or two. "OK 60." "Deal." said James, fishing out three twenty pound notes. "I haven't said yes yet." I quickly said. "You will." I was surprised, it was Danny not James who said that. James pulled down Danny's joggers to his knees. Danny had a lovely cock shaped uncut cock, about five and a half inches with a nice set of heavy hanging balls. From previous discussions I alway had James pegged as a size queen, but he seemed to like this cock, well from the way he eagerly took it in his mouth I assumed he liked it. Danny leaned back, letting James go to town on his cock, he looked like he enjoyed it. Straight my arse. It was surreal watching James on his knees between Danny's legs, bobbing up and down on the kids cock. It was even more surreal that Danny was staring at me. It was a bizarrely electric moment of intense eye contact. I was definitely turned on and thought what the hell. I moved over and sat next to Danny. My hand ran up his torso, feeling his lythe and taught body, exploring it until I found what i was looking for, the pierced nipple. I started to gently play with it. Stroking it, twisting it, pulling it. Danny let out a murmur, well more of a whimper. Like me, nipples were his achilles heel. I leant in to kiss him. "I don't kiss." he murmured. "Really?" I questioned. I played rougher with his nipple, pulling and twisting it, rubbing it between finger and thumb. His dark brown eyes stared into mine. His mouth hung slightly open; he didn't reply. I gently kissed him on his lips, twisting his nipple as I did so. My other hand finding his other pert nipple. He let out another whimper and his lips parted. My tongue tentatively stroked his and then he gave in and passionately kissed me, his hand holding the back of my head. James was working the cock. Giving a steady, slow and sloppy blow. No doubt working it with his tongue. I had no doubt James gave good head. I was getting quite rough with the lads nipples. Suddenly Danny was moaning. His hand left my head and both hands grabbed James's head and the boy was thrusting hard, James was gagging. Danny came in James's mouth, and James being the guy he was, obligingly swallowed. "I was hoping for a bit more." said James, the disappointment clear on his face. "Don't worry mate. I'm not done yet." said Danny as he stripped off his sweatshirt, kicking the joggers to the floor. Twisting he left the sofa and was on his knees, unzipping my jeans. He took my 6 inch cock and started to blow me. Technically he wasn't the best, but was eager and having my cock in his mouth was hot. James got up and left. I watched him as he went into my bedroom. He came back with a bottle of lube. Shit James knew my flat better than I did! He poured a generous amount onto Danny's arse crack and then started to work the lube into the boy's hole and to open it up. Danny murmured, which felt amazing on my cock. I held Danny by the shoulders as he blew me and James worked on his hole. I watched as James lubed up his cock. I'd never seen it before, well not hard. He had a nice cock, uncut and a fairly thick 7 inches. I smiled at James and shook my head. This wasn't a usual Tuesday afternoon. He smiled back and slowly started to push his cock into Danny. It took a couple of attempts but he soon got the right angle and the head slipped in. Danny gasped in a mix of shock, pain and pleasure. I pushed his head back onto my cock and started to thrust. Slowly and gradually James pushed his cock all the way in and very gently started to thrust. "You ok Danny?" he asked. "Mmmmm." was Danny's response. James took it as a yes and started to pick up speed. His hands firmly held the boy's smooth pert arse cheeks as he pounded Danny's hole. "Fuck you're tight." said James as he rammed his cock balls deep into Danny. Fuck he was being rough with the lad. Withdrawing all the way then slamming it all the way back in. Danny was moaning in time. I was getting close, the vibrations from Danny's murmuring combined with watching James pound the lads arse quickly becoming too much. "Stop." Gasped Danny. James didn't hear or ignored him. Knowing James it was the former. "Please stop." cried Danny. James quickly stopped. ""You alright?" James asked, clearly concerned. "Yeah, it's just, too much, I'm not used to it." "Sorry." said James, gently easing his cock out. "I thought you were enjoying it." "I was!" said Danny. "It was fucking amasing. I just couldn't take any more. Doesn't mean the fun's over. Pass me the lube." As he said that he pulled my jeans off. James handed him the lube. Danny applied it to my arse and his cock, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders, pressing the head of his cock against the rim of my hairy hole. Now I am tight and quite often it can take a few attempts to get a cock in but he seemed to know what he was doing and his cock was seemed to be a perfect fit, it slid straight in on the first try. I gasped, more in shock than anything. "You ok?" Danny asked, concern clear in his voice. "Fuck yeah." I said. "Fuck, just fuck me!" Danny obliged and started to fuck my arse. Yeah his cock was a perfect fit. My arse seemingly didn't need any time to relax, it was more eager than me to take his cock. It was intense and the sound of his balls slapping my arse was hot. I lay on my back and just lived the moment. It felt like his cock never left my g-spot. "Oh fuck." said Danny. I opened my eyes, hoping he wasn't about to cum just yet. Thankfully he wasn't. I could see James nuzzling Danny's neck. He was balls deep in the boy, this time he was taking it easy on Danny, letting Danny do all the work and go at his own pace. Danny slowed right down and a slow methodical thrusting began. The look on his face was a mix of desire, discomfort and bliss. The stomach muscles flexing with each thrust. It was beautiful to watch. "Shit, I'm close." Danny said. "I'm not going to last." "Do you want to cum?" James asked. "No. Not yet." groaned Danny, obviously struggling to hold back from nutting inside me. James eased his cock out. "Let's take a breather." suggested James. Danny pulled out of me. My arse instantly missed his hard little cock. We sat on the sofa, Danny in the middle. James and I took turns nuzzling his neck and kissing him. James played with himself while I slowly stroked Dannys cock or played with his nipples. We did this for a while until Danny pulled away. "I want to cum." Danny said throatily. "Where?" I asked. As far as I was concerned he could cum anywhere he wanted; over me, down my throat, in my arse. "In you." Danny said as he stared directly into my eyes. Jackpot, my preferred choice! Danny got up and laid on the thick white rug. His heavy balls hanging between his thighs and his cock, stiff and standing to attention, oozing precum. "Ride me." He demanded. I didn't hesitate. Again his cock slid in so easily and I started to ride his hard cock, arching my back. Was it just me or did his cock never leave my g-spot? Suddenly I felt James's hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. I obliged, taking the opportunity to kiss Danny. Suddenly I felt James's cock pressing against my hole. Shit, there was no way I could take both. "More lube." I pleaded and James obliged. It was painful, like I said my arse was tight and it usually takes a while for it to relax. Danny cupped both sides of my face with his hands. "You can do this." he said in encouragement and kissed me hungrily. James's cock slowly slid in. To be fair he took it very slowly and was extremely gentle. After what seemed forever he was fully in me. The pair of them began slowly thrusting. "Fuck, oh fuck." I exclaimed. "You ok?" asked Danny. "Hell yeah, it's just. Oh fuck." I said and kissed Danny. Intense is not the word, it was overwhelming my senses, then Danny's fingers started on my nipples. What happened next, or how long it lasted I have no idea, from that point I lost it and just lived the moment oblivious to anything other than the two cocks working my arse. The pair of them fucked me, no longer slow and gentle, now they were going for it. "Shit! I'm cumming!" gasped Danny. I felt spurt after spurt hit my g-spot. The warmth combined with the sensation of the cum hitting my prostate is the best feeling in the world. It proved too much for James, feeling Danny's warm cum over his cock tipped him over the edge. He grunted as he came and I felt the warmth of his cum flood me. He's always said he was a heavy cummer and now I knew he was telling the truth. James's softening cock slipped out and I knelt up, arching my back. James reached round and tormented my nipples. I rode Danny's still hard cock as he lubed my cock and cupped my cock. It didn't take me long to cum. I produced more than usual and it shot further than normal. 4 heavy spurts splashed over Danny's face. Danny's softening cock slipped out and I felt the warm wetness of both their cum dribbling out my hole. "Fuck." we all said together and then laughed. "I need a fag." I said and tried to get up but my knees were like jelly and I fell to the side. I laughed. Danny stood up and got the packet and the ashtray, lighting me a cigarette. "Another drink?" I suggested. "Not for me." said James "I should be getting back. You gave me a ton of work to do, remember?" James started to pull his clothes back on. "What about you?" I asked, turning to Danny. He looked unsure. "I guess I should be going." he said unconvincingly. "Do you have anywhere to go?" asked James. Danny looked at his feet and didn't answer. "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but if you need money to get into a shelter, I'll happy pay." I offered, the £60 James had already given him wouldn't go far. Again Danny just stared mutely at his feet. "I'm being genuine here." "I can't go to a shelter." Danny mumbled, still not looking up. I looked at James who just shrugged. "Why the fuck not?" said James "Got to be better than sleeping rough." "If I went to a shelter, they'd just call social." James and I exchanged looks again. "Why would they call social services?" I asked. Danny looked up and made direct eye contact. "I'm 15." "Fuck." said James. I said nothing, just buried my face in my hands. "Well I'm off. All yours. If you need anything just gimme a call. Take care Danny, nice meeting you." With that James was gone. Cheers mate. "Well kid. Fancy another drink? You may as well, it might have stopped thundering but it's still chucking it down." "Yeah ok I guess. Thanks." said Danny, sounding downcast. I fetched us another couple of drinks. We settled on the sofa and watched some nondescript film that was on tv. I sat at one end, Danny lay sprawled, his feet on my lap letting me give him a foot rub. I studied the lad, paying him more attention than I was to the film. He was a good looking lad and I'd still say he was 18 or 19. His eyes were half closed and I could see he was struggling to stay awake. The rain had stopped. "Hey kid." "What?" Danny replied groggily. "You're half asleep there. If you want, you can stay the night. No strings. I have a spare room." "I'm not sure about that." murmured Danny. "Look it might not be raining now, but it could easily start again. To be honest I don't like the idea of you sleeping rough. Especially not in this weather. Like I said, you'd be staying in the spare room and there's no catch." I explained. Danny pondered this. "I don't want to free load." said Danny sheepishly. I laughed. "Fine, you can make me coffee in the morning." "OK. It would be nice." Danny went to bed, I stayed up and had a night cap while watching the end of the rom com. My phone pinged. It was James. "Sorry I had to bail. How's it going? The kid still there?" "No worries. Yeah he's still here. Asleep." "Don't do anything I wouldn't." "LOL he's in the spare room." "Look after yourself." "Always. X" I went to bed, the door to the spare room was open. Danny lay sprawled face down on the bed, only half his body covered by the duvet. Dam he had a nice arse, despite being a scrawny fucker. I closed the door gently and carried on, climbing into my bed. The morning came far too soon. I crawled out of bed. I made my way to the kitchen and made Danny and me a coffee. I took his to the spare room and knocked on the door. There was no reply. I quietly opened the door. The bed was made up and empty. My joggers and sweatshirt folded on the end. Of Danny there was no sign.