Rentboy

Adrenaline rushed through his muscles. The only
    other time he had been this excited was when he was first written up in the science journals.
    “Fuck, Eddie, you’re so weird,” Fox said when they came to a halt.
    “I know. I can’t help it. I don’t suppose you want to come home with me again?”
    “Yeah, I’d love to.”
    “I didn’t think you would, but I thought I’d ask… What?”
    “I said I’d love to.”
    A smaller adrenaline surge washed through his belly when Fox took his hand as they walked
    along the quiet streets to Bloomsbury. By the time they got there he had settled down a bit, but he felt
    extremely self-conscious holding another man’s hand in public. What if he bumped into Dr. Howard
    or one of his lab assistants? Then he’d have some explaining to do. This is Fox, he’s a prostitute,
    and we’re going to my flat for sex for which I’ll pay him. He could just hear himself coming out
    with it.
    Upstairs the heat hit them when Edward opened the door to his flat. He flipped on the lamp and
    threw his keys on the desk. “Do you mind if I take a shower to cool off? It’s like an oven in here on
    hot nights.”
    “Go for it.” Fox threw himself down on the couch and put his black-booted feet up on the coffee
    table. Watching him for a moment, Edward marveled at him. Everything Fox did was so cool and
    confident. How could he live on the street with no family and still be so full of himself. Fox looked at
    him. “What?”
    Edward shrugged, unable to answer. In the minuscule bathroom he threw his clothes on the floor
    and got into the shower. He had always been embarrassed by his thinness, and God only knew what
    Fox thought of the size of his nose. If the old adage was true that you could judge the size of a man’s
    willy by the size of his nose, then people must assume Edward was extremely well-endowed. He
    grabbed the soap and began to scrub himself.
    When he felt a hand on his arse, he screamed and turned round, plastering himself against the
    wall. Panicked at being seen naked under the bright, shadeless bathroom light, he wrapped his arms
    around his narrow chest.
    Laughter erupted from Fox, who stood naked, as pale and thin as Edward, but not in the least
    self-conscious. A couple of tattoos adorned his upper arms. But it was the inside of Fox’s right
    forearm, covered with numerous fresh cuts, that drew his eyes. Looking more closely, he saw scars,
    some faint, some still pink but healed on Fox’s other arm and his chest.
    The young man stepped inside the confined space and closed the plastic shower door. Last night
    they had been in the dark when they were naked. Seeing him now, Fox would probably have done a
    three-sixty at the sight of him if he weren’t paying.
    Between his forefinger and thumb, Fox held up a small, square foil packet. He tore it open with
    his teeth, removed the condom, and tossed the foil onto the tiles, where it washed against the drain
    hole.
    “That might cause a blockage,” Edward said, knowing he sounded stupid but wanting to distract
    himself. His willy stuck straight out, and when Fox grabbed it, he cried out and came instantly.
    Panting, he looked down at himself. “I’m such an idiot. Sorry.”
    “Calm down. You’re cock’s still hard.” Though he could hardly bear the touch of Fox’s nimble
    hands on his sensitive penis, Edward watched while the young man rolled the condom onto it.
    Looking directly into Edward’s eyes, Fox said, “Fuck me,” and turned to face the wall.
    It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him. He stared at the small, round buttocks and
    slender thighs of the young man and down at his own jutting willy. With water rushing over their
    bodies, he pressed his belly against Fox’s back, unsure what to do next.
    With both hands braced against the tiled wall, Fox glanced over his shoulder. The black makeup
    around his eyes streamed down his cheeks as the warm water rained on his face. For a moment he
    looked quite scary. “Fuck me.”
    “I’ve never done this before.” Edward’s voice sounded strange and breathy. “What do I do?”
    Fox reached behind himself and spread his buttocks wide apart, then pressed his forehead
    against the wall. “Hit the bull’s-eye.”
    With his fingertips, Edward gingerly felt between Fox’s buttocks, locating the anus and then he
    guided the tip of his penis to the spot. “If I push right in, it will hurt?”
    “It might hurt a bit. Do it anyway,” Fox