Rentboy

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    medications for such things. It was the idea of going to the doctor to be diagnosed. His mother was
    always terrified of what the neighbors thought, and he seemed to have picked it up from her. At about
    age twelve he’d heard his mother whispering on the phone to her sister that she had a bladder
    infection and didn’t want to go to the family doctor in case he thought she’s been up to something
    dirty. She’d suffered for weeks before finally sneaking into a Drop-In Clinic in the nearest big town
    while they were out doing the weekly food shopping. Nik had been eighteen months old at the time, an
    absolute terror, and he’d had to chase her round the waiting room while his mum, her face scarlet,
    went in to be examined.
    On tiptoe Edward fetched a blanket from the bedroom. He draped it over the young man and then
    switched off the living room light. In the bathroom he stripped, brushed his teeth, and took a quick
    shower. Passing through the living room on his way to the bedroom, he stopped briefly to look at Fox,
    who had not moved except that his mouth was open, and his head had tilted to one side. The boy
    looked so tired and vulnerable, and he was fast asleep. This was hardly the wild first encounter with
    a rentboy Edward had anticipated. The urge to sidle over and adjust the blanket was just strong
    enough that he couldn’t resist it. It wasn’t cold, but Edward felt better when he pulled the blanket up
    to the boy’s chin.
    With one last regretful look, he went into the bedroom. Leaving the door open, he slid between
    the sheets before taking off his glasses and placing them carefully on the bedside table. Is he going to
    wake up and kill me, then rob the place? He looked again at the door, a blur without his specs. He’d
    never been terribly sensitive to the inner workings of other people’s minds, but the sense he got from
    Fox was of a young man who was rather lost. A lost boy.
    Within minutes he too was fast asleep.
    Edward had no idea what time it was or what exactly had awakened him. Rolling onto his back,
    he saw a dark shadow standing over the bed and released a strangled cry.
    “God, Eddie, you are so weird.”
    “Fox?”
    “Yeah. Is there someone else here that I missed when we came in?”
    Sarcasm again? “No, I just wasn’t expecting to see you standing there. What do you want? Are
    you hungry? I don’t eat at home very often, but I have some Pot Noodles and ham.”
    “Shove over.”
    Edward maneuvered his long, lean body to one side while Fox climbed in, pulling the duvet up.
    Without actually touching him, Edward knew the young man was naked. His cock reacted again, and
    he swallowed hard. Was this it? Was he finally going to get his thirty pounds’ worth? Not that he’d
    paid yet. He wasn’t even sure he had that much cash on him. Imagine going to the hole-in-the-wall to
    get out money to pay a prostitute. It didn’t bear thinking about. Everyone would know. It would be on
    his ATM withdrawal statement. Thirty pounds…prostitute. “No, it wouldn’t.”
    “What wouldn’t?” Fox asked.
    Had he said that out loud? “Nothing.”
    “You’re scared, aren’t you?” Fox asked.
    He might as well be honest. He’d never been good at lying anyway. “Yes, I’m terrified. I’ve
    never done this before.”
    “Brought home a prostie?”
    Relief flooded him. He hated admitting he’d never had sex. “No, never.”
    “You’ve never had sex either, have you?”
    Why not just humiliate himself completely and be done with it? In a quiet voice, he replied, “No,
    I haven’t.”
    “Bloody hell, mate, how old are you?”
    “I’ll be thirty soon, June twenty-first to be precise. What about you?”
    “I’m nineteen, just turned.”
    “I suppose you’ve done this before?” He could have kicked himself. The young man was a
    prostitute. Of course he’d done it before, probably with dozens of men.
    Fox did not respond but simply moved closer until their bodies touched. A ragged breath tore
    from Edward’s throat. He lay rigid on his back, afraid to move, while Fox lay on his side so close to
    him that his chest pressed against Edward’s right arm and his hollow belly curved over Edward’s hip
    bone. Every contact point burned Edward’s skin. The warmth and proximity of Fox’s body was the
    most sensual experience he had ever had. Blood filled his penis as it grew thick and hot.
    With one foot Fox kicked the duvet back and then threw his leg over