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Subject: Give Us a Quid, Mister. Gay adult/youth This is fiction. Honest, guv. To keep this wonderful site going, and you all know how much pleasure it brings us, please consider donating. As little as you like fty/donate.html GIVE US A QUID, MISTER. I was in a strange city in England for work, hired as a consultant on an engineering project. The job would require me to be there or thereabouts for about a fortnight, so I got a short term rental of a furnished flat near the city centre where I would be working. It was a twenty minute walk to the site and office where I would be based. It was also fairly close to the gay bars and cruising areas, so I could find fun in the evenings. So my first day I was walking to work through a housing estate and had to cut through a collection of lockup garages, when I spotted the boy. He was about ten, or maybe twelve and small, dark hair and the slightly grubby look that I always like. 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