Rentboy

said on a long breath. “Do it, for fuck’s sake!”
    With one hard thrust of his hips, Edward pushed inside. The tightness of the fit was stunningly
    arousing, shooting bolts of pleasure through his willy and lower belly. For a moment he had to stop to
    gather himself. If he came too quickly, he would deny Fox the pleasure the young man wanted, and
    even though the situation was hardly one of lovers making each other happy, he had a strong desire to
    ensure Fox got what he wanted too.
    With both hands, he grasped Fox about the waist and began to thrust. Fox tipped his head back
    and moaned out loud. The long, loud cries both aroused Edward further and yet distracted him from
    coming too quickly. Alert to every sound and movement Fox made, he thrust hard, finding he could
    hold back his own pleasure as he watched for signs that the young man was about to orgasm.
    At last Fox went completely rigid, every muscle in his body tensed. The cry that tore from his
    throat cracked through the tiny room louder than the rushing of the water. His reaction instantly
    brought on Edward’s orgasm. It spread through his body like a wildfire, making him gasp.
    Still impaling Fox, Edward wrapped his arms tightly around him. It was the most incredible,
    wonderful feeling—an intimacy he had never experienced and was loath to let go of. Fox remained
    pressed against the shower wall unmoving while Edward clung to his back. “Stay there for a while,”
    Fox whispered.
    Acting on impulse, Edward kissed Fox’s ears and the back of his neck. He rubbed his cheek
    against Fox’s cheek. Slowly, after several minutes, he allowed his limp willy to slide out. The
    condom fell off, joining the foil packet resting in the drain. Fox turned in his arms and pulled him into
    a tight embrace. For a long time they stood holding each other as the water gushed over their bodies.
    “I wish you were my boyfriend, Fox.” The words were out before he could stop them, and he
    didn’t want to. He wanted to be honest and open. He didn’t know how to be any other way.
    Without moving, Fox said, “Yeah, well, I’m not. I’m a whore.”
    “Do you cut yourself?” Edward asked quietly.
    “Don’t be stupid. I had an accident.” Fox stopped speaking abruptly. He squeezed Edward’s
    waist tighter still, resting his cheek on Edward’s shoulder.
    “There are old scars all over your arms and chest,” Edward persisted, unsure if it was a good
    idea to push it.
    “It’s called scarification. It’s an art form,” Fox said.
    “Fox, there’s nothing artistic about those slashes.”
    Very softly, Fox said, “Yeah, I cut myself. Does it make you feel better to know?”
    “Yes, it does. I want you to be truthful with me. But why?” Many a time Edward had felt fearful,
    especially when beginning a new venture. Occasionally he had been depressed when everyone
    around him seemed to have a partner but him. But why would anyone feel so awful that they would cut
    their own flesh?
    “I don’t know,” Fox said.
    “I can hardly hear you, Fox.”
    Still holding Edward’s waist tightly, Fox stepped back. “I said, I don’t know.” He smiled. “Let’s
    not talk about it. Let’s go into the bedroom and have another fuck.”
    Easily distracted from the confusing subject, Edward smiled back. “I love your eyes. They’re so
    blue, but with your makeup running you look like one of those animals I’ve seen on the telly. They
    have them in America.”
    A cute little chuckle escaped Fox, and his eyes crinkled. “A raccoon?”
    “Yes, that’s right, a raccoon.”
    Fox splashed water into his eyes and rubbed away the remaining makeup. “There, that’s me,
    natural.”
    “I like it,” Edward said. “I like you both ways. With and without the makeup.” With one finger
    he tapped the end of Fox’s straight little nose. “I like your little nose too. Mine’s like a hawk.”
    “I like hawks.” Fox did the same back, tapping Edward’s nose. “I like your nose.”
    No one had ever said that before. “I was thinking of having a nose job. What do you think?”
    Fox looked up at him. “Don’t.”
    Under the rushing water Fox got down on his knees. Wondering what he was doing, Edward
    watched the top of Fox’s head. He almost screamed when Fox grabbed his willy with his teeth and
    sucked it into his mouth. Panting hard, Edward stood, his knees weak, jellylike, while Fox sucked
    hard on him. He placed both hands on Fox’s head as if giving him a