Rentboy

Humping in a dark, smelly alley
    was not a memory he wanted to look back on. At least not for his first time.
    A box against the wall to the left made his heart lift. “Fox?”
    “What d’ y’ want?” The flap opened slowly, revealing a filthy old man with matted hair.
    Edward hurried on. Maybe Fox wasn’t there tonight. Maybe he had found another, better alley to
    live in. He could be with another customer. That was all Edward was, a customer. What an idiot,
    acting as if it were a relationship.
    At the next entry to the street, he turned to go back onto Tisbury Court when a familiar voice
    made him turn around.
    “Eddie?”
    His heart soared. Fox stood in the shadows, leaning against the grimy wall.
    “You forgot your money last night.” Edward thrust a hand into his back pocket and pulled out
    thirty pounds. “Here.”
    Fox took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. “Thanks, mate.”
    Edward struggled for something to say but his brain failed him as it always seemed to in social
    situations, and he turned to the entry, watching for half a minute the people walking past on the street.
    He’d better go before he looked like the desperate fool he was.
    “Come here, Eddie.” The tone was soft.
    He faced Fox again, and the young man grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled him deeper
    into the darkness, and shoved him up against the wall. Fox smelled remarkably clean considering the
    way he lived. Standing so close that their flat bellies touched, Fox took Edward’s waist in his fingers,
    unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper.
    From zero to a thousand. One second he was anxious to see Fox, hoping the young man would
    talk to him for a bit, perhaps come home with him again. The next his heart was pounding, and his
    willy was rigid and so aroused he feared he might scream as he had done the night before.
    “Take a breath,” Fox said.
    Obeying, Edward got control of himself sufficiently that when the warm hand closed around his
    penis, he neither screamed nor ejaculated at once. Literally weak at the knees, he placed his hands on
    Fox’s shoulders for support and pressed his back harder against the wall. The foul odor of the alley
    was replaced with the clean, sweet scent of the boy before him. The pleasure in his penis pulsed
    backward through his hips and buttocks and then down through his knees. Edward focused all of his
    attention on the smooth, warm hand on his willy, gliding up and down, bringing his pleasure higher
    and higher. Unable to stop himself, he began to moan out loud.
    “Shut up!” Fox said into his ear. “The bobbies check these alleys, you know.”
    “Oh God, I’m sorryyyyy!” Cum spilled out of his willy and over Fox’s hand. He slammed his
    head backward against the wall so hard he nearly passed out. Panting like a dog in the sun, he
    collapsed forward into Fox’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispered into the young man’s ear. “I didn’t
    bring any more cash.”
    “I’ll take a credit card,” Fox said calmly, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. “Do you want to
    get something to eat?”
    Surprised at the suggestion, Edward nodded as he fastened his trousers. “Yes, great. I’m
    starving.”
    From his cardboard box, Fox grabbed his backpack. “Let’s go.”
    Under the streetlight on Tisbury Court Edward looked shyly at Fox. This was stupid. It felt like a
    real date rather than a fumble in a back alley with a rentboy. “Do you want a kebab?”
    “I’m a vegan.”
    “Of course. You said that last night.”
    “Come on. We’ll go to the Tofu Factory.”
    “Won’t it be closed?” Fox laughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked on.
    Several inches shorter than Edward and very thin, Fox had a casual, leggy walk that Edward found
    himself admiring and trying to emulate. He shoved his hands down into the pockets of his cords,
    letting his hips swing slightly. By the time they came to a stop outside the Tofu Factory, he thought he
    had it mastered. “Oh, I see. It’s the name of a restaurant. And it’s vegan.”
    Fox pulled the door open, and they wandered inside to the smell of odd Eastern spices and
    strange-looking food behind a glass counter. Hands still casually in his pockets, he followed Fox to a
    table and then tried to pull his hands out. The night was humid, and the walk had taken twenty minutes.
    Between the excitement of being with Fox and the warmth of the evening, his palms had sweated to
    the point where they seemed