City Boys
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,309
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
City Boys
This story takes place in a bad section of London in the early to mid 1970’s. The boys accents are mainly Cockney. The story will be continued and expanded upon, here is what I have so far. Inspired heavily by the song “Old Main Drag” by the Pogues.
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Old Main Drag by the Pogues
copyright 1985 Shane MacGowan
When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended up upon the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole and you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag
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Shane was never out-drunk. Especially not by a little tiny kid.
The other was just sitting there, obviously trying to start something, holding Shane’s whiskey. He’d drunk so much of it, almost finished it off. Shane scooted closer to him, scraping his back along the brick wall, and grabbed for the whiskey.
“Aye, yeh wan tha bleedin shite yeh need only ask, me china plate.” the lad grinned, his teeth yellowed and crooked. He handed Shane the bottle with a shaking hand.
“If yeh’ve got a chip on yer shoulder Ah suggest yeh find anovver old drunk ter bovver.” Shane said angrily, taking a swig from his bottle.
The kid smiled again and said, “Aint ave no problems. Ah jist come off as a bit of a prick sometimes. Sorry Ah drank so mucha yer poison.” His smile was sweet. He was just as innocent as the little puppies in the shop windows. “An yer no old.”
“Older en you. Wha’s yer name anyway?”
“Danny. An Ah’d bet yer no more’n niyne‘een.”
“Yeah, yeh hit the fuckin nail righ on tha head.”
“Ahm good ah ages. Me, Ahm four’een in a bubble an squeak.”
“I’ll be buggered, yer young.” Shane rubbed his head and sighed. Was he just getting older, or were they all getting younger? It seemed everyone used to be sixteen, but they were so much younger now, this one was only thirteen. Thirteen!
Danny flopped onto his side and laid his head on Shane’s thigh. “Ahm bleedin cold.” he whispered.
“Ah’ve summit that may fix ye up.” Shane said, reaching into his coat pocket.
Danny’s eyes lit up. “Wotcher got?”
Shane produced a few pills. “Tuinol.”
“Blindin’!”
Shane placed a pill on Danny’s tongue and poured whiskey in his mouth. He took one himself and returned the other pill to his pocket. Nonchalantly, his arms fell around Danny’s shoulders.
Danny sighed and spoke, “Yeh know summit we’ve goht in common? Bof you an I got carrots hair.”
Shane rubbed his stubbly head. “Yeah, it’s my ’eredity.”
“Me, Ahm jist ugly.”
Shane looked him over. He was dressed in trousers too big and a torn brown shirt with no sleeves. Danny was skinny and dirty, his arms and legs were lanky and his skin was pale. He had freckles everywhere, scruffy red-orange hair and brown eyes. His face was gorgeous.
“Fucked if ye are.” Shane mumbled.
“Yeh daant fink so?”
“No, Ah daant. Ah’ll bet tha ol men wif tha money love you.”
Danny’s ears and cheeks blushed bright red. “Ah make enough.”
Without even meaning to speak aloud, Shane said, “Yer too fuckin beautiful fer them. Fer any of this.” Shane gestured around at the alley.
Danny’s eyes grew watery. “Tha’s prolly the kindest fing anyone’s ever said tae me.”
“Well is tha bleedin truth.” Shane touched Danny’s cheek with his calloused fingertips. Danny closed his eyes and nuzzled Shane’s thigh.
Suddenly Shane’s pants were too tight around the crotch. With his other hand he shamelessly touched himself through the thin material.
Danny rolled over onto his stomach and kissed Shane’s hand, kissed his thigh, kissed his penis. Shane’s breath caught in his throat and his hands rested in Danny’s hair. The boy unbuttoned his new friend’s pants and pulled them down.
He was good. Shane couldn’t contain his moans as Danny’s mouth worked up and down, his head bobbing, eyes closed. After no more than five minutes Shane placed his hands on Danny’s shoulders and whispered, “Ah need you.” He pulled at Danny’s trousers, and Danny understood.
He took off his clothes and pulled away Shane’s shirt. He started to lie down on his belly, but Shane stopped him.
“Ah want you in me.”
Danny seemed shocked but quite pleased. He got up on his knees, and Shane lie down on his back. Danny looked down at him, confused.
“Yeh’ve never fucked anovver boy, ave you?”
Danny shook his head. “No girl either.”
“Ah’ll show ye then…lift me legs up, like…yeah, righ. Like that. Good. An then yeh jus…ahhh…ahhh, fuck…”
Danny thrust inside Shane, his hips and legs shaking. Their moans mingled in the cold night air. Danny jerked Shane off, and in this he was more than a bit experienced. It didn’t take very long for Danny to come, and he yelled when he did. He stayed inside Shane and continued to jerk him until Shane breathed, “I’m cummin’.”
Danny bent down and swallowed Shane’s cum.
Shane sat up against the wall, breathing heavily. “Yer fuckin…amazin’. Rapid. Fuckin wonderful.” Shane wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him deeply.
“Sorry Ah wis so fast. Ah…Ah daant usually enjoy sex. Ah did wif you.” Danny blushed and kissed Shane’s neck softly.
“Good, Ahm fuckin glad. If Ah thought Ah’d ave tae live wifout having you again there’d be no reason to go on.” Shane said it so seriously, and Danny giggled.
They dressed and lied down together in the garbage cluttered alley, holding each other, just as much for warmth as out of affection.
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Old Main Drag by the Pogues
copyright 1985 Shane MacGowan
When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended up upon the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole and you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag
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Shane was never out-drunk. Especially not by a little tiny kid.
The other was just sitting there, obviously trying to start something, holding Shane’s whiskey. He’d drunk so much of it, almost finished it off. Shane scooted closer to him, scraping his back along the brick wall, and grabbed for the whiskey.
“Aye, yeh wan tha bleedin shite yeh need only ask, me china plate.” the lad grinned, his teeth yellowed and crooked. He handed Shane the bottle with a shaking hand.
“If yeh’ve got a chip on yer shoulder Ah suggest yeh find anovver old drunk ter bovver.” Shane said angrily, taking a swig from his bottle.
The kid smiled again and said, “Aint ave no problems. Ah jist come off as a bit of a prick sometimes. Sorry Ah drank so mucha yer poison.” His smile was sweet. He was just as innocent as the little puppies in the shop windows. “An yer no old.”
“Older en you. Wha’s yer name anyway?”
“Danny. An Ah’d bet yer no more’n niyne‘een.”
“Yeah, yeh hit the fuckin nail righ on tha head.”
“Ahm good ah ages. Me, Ahm four’een in a bubble an squeak.”
“I’ll be buggered, yer young.” Shane rubbed his head and sighed. Was he just getting older, or were they all getting younger? It seemed everyone used to be sixteen, but they were so much younger now, this one was only thirteen. Thirteen!
Danny flopped onto his side and laid his head on Shane’s thigh. “Ahm bleedin cold.” he whispered.
“Ah’ve summit that may fix ye up.” Shane said, reaching into his coat pocket.
Danny’s eyes lit up. “Wotcher got?”
Shane produced a few pills. “Tuinol.”
“Blindin’!”
Shane placed a pill on Danny’s tongue and poured whiskey in his mouth. He took one himself and returned the other pill to his pocket. Nonchalantly, his arms fell around Danny’s shoulders.
Danny sighed and spoke, “Yeh know summit we’ve goht in common? Bof you an I got carrots hair.”
Shane rubbed his stubbly head. “Yeah, it’s my ’eredity.”
“Me, Ahm jist ugly.”
Shane looked him over. He was dressed in trousers too big and a torn brown shirt with no sleeves. Danny was skinny and dirty, his arms and legs were lanky and his skin was pale. He had freckles everywhere, scruffy red-orange hair and brown eyes. His face was gorgeous.
“Fucked if ye are.” Shane mumbled.
“Yeh daant fink so?”
“No, Ah daant. Ah’ll bet tha ol men wif tha money love you.”
Danny’s ears and cheeks blushed bright red. “Ah make enough.”
Without even meaning to speak aloud, Shane said, “Yer too fuckin beautiful fer them. Fer any of this.” Shane gestured around at the alley.
Danny’s eyes grew watery. “Tha’s prolly the kindest fing anyone’s ever said tae me.”
“Well is tha bleedin truth.” Shane touched Danny’s cheek with his calloused fingertips. Danny closed his eyes and nuzzled Shane’s thigh.
Suddenly Shane’s pants were too tight around the crotch. With his other hand he shamelessly touched himself through the thin material.
Danny rolled over onto his stomach and kissed Shane’s hand, kissed his thigh, kissed his penis. Shane’s breath caught in his throat and his hands rested in Danny’s hair. The boy unbuttoned his new friend’s pants and pulled them down.
He was good. Shane couldn’t contain his moans as Danny’s mouth worked up and down, his head bobbing, eyes closed. After no more than five minutes Shane placed his hands on Danny’s shoulders and whispered, “Ah need you.” He pulled at Danny’s trousers, and Danny understood.
He took off his clothes and pulled away Shane’s shirt. He started to lie down on his belly, but Shane stopped him.
“Ah want you in me.”
Danny seemed shocked but quite pleased. He got up on his knees, and Shane lie down on his back. Danny looked down at him, confused.
“Yeh’ve never fucked anovver boy, ave you?”
Danny shook his head. “No girl either.”
“Ah’ll show ye then…lift me legs up, like…yeah, righ. Like that. Good. An then yeh jus…ahhh…ahhh, fuck…”
Danny thrust inside Shane, his hips and legs shaking. Their moans mingled in the cold night air. Danny jerked Shane off, and in this he was more than a bit experienced. It didn’t take very long for Danny to come, and he yelled when he did. He stayed inside Shane and continued to jerk him until Shane breathed, “I’m cummin’.”
Danny bent down and swallowed Shane’s cum.
Shane sat up against the wall, breathing heavily. “Yer fuckin…amazin’. Rapid. Fuckin wonderful.” Shane wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him deeply.
“Sorry Ah wis so fast. Ah…Ah daant usually enjoy sex. Ah did wif you.” Danny blushed and kissed Shane’s neck softly.
“Good, Ahm fuckin glad. If Ah thought Ah’d ave tae live wifout having you again there’d be no reason to go on.” Shane said it so seriously, and Danny giggled.
They dressed and lied down together in the garbage cluttered alley, holding each other, just as much for warmth as out of affection.