Rentboy

over his shoulder.
    So aroused that he began to suck in long, hard breaths, Edward hurriedly stripped off his
    clothing. Removing his trousers, he stumbled in his excitement and nearly fell. “I’m such a fool, but
    you get me so worked up.”
    “You’re gonna owe me a fortune, mate,” Fox said.
    Understanding at last when Fox was having him on, Edward just smiled. He knelt down behind
    Fox, feeling the sharp, scratchy straw on his bare knees. “I don’t have a condom.”
    “Me neither. Let’s bareback it. I didn’t have anything communicable last time I checked.”
    Taking a long breath, Edward positioned his hard cock at Fox’s anus and then grabbed the
    bridle, pulling the straps tight in his hand so that they wrapped around Fox’s head, making a tight fit
    and putting pressure on the bit in his mouth.
    “That’s it, Eddie. Take control of me.” The words were only just understandable, but they were
    sufficient to send a surge of gushing pleasure through Edward’s groin.
    “There’s no lubrication. It will hurt.”
    With an edge of desperation in his breathy voice, Fox said, “We’re in a barn in Wessex in the
    1800s. Do it the natural way. Spit.”
    Edward followed instructions, amazed at the things Fox knew. Then, thrusting hard and fast, he
    rode Fox the way he used to ride his horse, with wild abandon, the inhibition of years dissolving in
    the moment. Fox had chipped away at it slowly, and now it crumbled.
    The young man began to make strange neighing sounds that would have made Edward laugh
    under other circumstances but in that moment only aroused him further. One hand held the rein, pulling
    it tighter. With the other he instinctively landed hard slaps on Fox’s hip as if he were using a riding
    crop.
    Every movement Fox made, every cry pushed Edward’s pleasure higher and higher. Fox’s
    neighing became grunts coming from deep in his chest, and his hips rocked back and forth in a frenzy
    of movement like an unbroken horse attempting to throw its rider. Everything culminated at once in a
    crashing climax that rushed through Edward’s buttocks and belly. Wild as the ersatz horse he rode, he
    pumped sperm up Fox’s arse as he orgasmed. A feeling he could only describe as spiritual flooded
    his body, filling his head until it felt fit to burst. He was overcome with an intense love and an
    urgency to enfold Fox in his arms, to protect him.
    “Oh fuck, oh shit,” Fox muttered over and over again.
    Edward released the bridle. Fox spat out the bit and fell forward onto the straw, panting loudly.
    Gently Edward lay on his back. They were both slick with sweat, suctioned together by the moisture
    pouring from their bodies. Joined like the twins were joined, by an immutable force.
    “Dear, did you come?”
    “Like the fucking clappers, mate.”
    Edward chuckled. “Can’t you ever be romantic? Can’t you say, ‘Darling, that was splendid’ or
    something like that?”
    “I can only be myself, Eddie,” Fox said quietly.
    Himself? Yes, that was all Fox needed to be. Himself was wonderful. Himself was stupendous,
    beautiful. “You’re perfect just as you are, dear. Absolutely perfect.”
    Chapter Eight
    “Fox, are you going home with the twins, or are you coming to my place?”
    For at least half the journey back to London, Fox had been wondering how to work this. Eddie
    could not be allowed see the million-pound house they lived in in Finchley. Why the hell would a
    bloke who lived there be stealing computers to sell for a few quid? Anyway, he was supposed to be a
    rentboy living on the street. “Drop us at the nearest tube station on the northern line. St. Pancras will
    do. We’ll change trains a couple of times. They’ll like that.”
    Looking anxious, Eddie said, “I’ve had such a wonderful birthday weekend. I don’t want it to
    end yet. Let me drive the twins home; then you can come back to my flat. I’ve got the car until this
    evening.” He looked sideways at Fox.
    “Eyes on the road, Eddie, and no, that’s okay. The twins like the tube. They’re not crazy about
    all the people, but they like the trains. It’s an outing for them.”
    Clearly disappointed, Eddie asked, “Will you come over later after you’ve dropped them off?”
    “Not sure, mate. I’ve got to get them home, then make some money.” The implication was that he
    was going out to prostitute. He had to keep up the ruse. Eventually even Eddie would get fed up with
    a boyfriend he thought was