Free Rentboy by Fyn Alexander

the sweet young man bent over his desk, whose forehead now rested on the laptop he had stolen.
    With every thrust, he felt more deeply joined to Fox and forgave him absolutely for the betrayal. In the midst of the most intense pleasure of his life, his orgasm rushed through his body, causing him to go rigid for a moment before thrusting hard another three or four times. With a deep moan Edward folded his body over Fox, pressing his chest into Fox’s back. The young man remained absolutely still. When his composure had returned, Edward reached his hand between Fox’s slender thighs and gripped his willy, realizing that Fox was still hard. He closed his hand around the rigid organ while Fox released a long sigh.
    “Rub me fast, Eddie.”
    Every word Fox uttered sounded so sexy. Edward obeyed, squeezed and rubbing with a fast friction. Thirty seconds was all it took for Fox to cry out, his milky sperm hitting the floor between his feet. Edward stood up, pulling Fox with him, and they remained for long moments with their trousers around their knees, holding each other. Edward gripped Fox’s buttocks and rubbed them hard with the palms of his hands.
    “That feels so good. I really like that,” Fox whispered.
    “Let’s sit down, and I’ll think of something we can eat. Or we could go to the Tofu Factory.”
    “There’s a great falafel place I know that cooks the falafels in oil, not lard,” Fox said, following him to the couch. Edward pulled his trousers back up but didn’t bother to fasten them, and sat down. Fox left his trousers down and lay facedown across Edward’s lap. “Rub my arse some more,” he said, his voice soft.
    With one hand Edward cupped Fox’s small bottom and then began to rub firmly in a circular motion, squeezing hard every so often but not pinching. The sight of Fox’s bottom, smooth, pale, hairless, the buttocks rounded and firm, made his willy begin to harden again. The narrow hips wiggled every now and then as Fox burrowed his face into the couch, moaning softly.
    “Fox?” The question that had sat in the forefront of his mind since speaking with the tramp in Tisbury Court came back unbidden. “Do you really live on the street?”
    Going suddenly still, Fox turned his face to look at Edward. “Yeah. Why?”
    “He’s too clean for a street kid. Haven’t you noticed how clean he is?”
    “You look too clean and well kept.”
    “I go home sometimes. I go home to take a shower and check up on the twins. My mum works all the time. Her boyfriend is a psycho, but he’s good with the twins. I still like to check up on them, though.”
    “Isn’t he good to you?”
    “No. He hates queers. That’s why I live rough and sell my arse.”
    “Fox, that’s horrible. It’s so unfair. Why does your mother put up with it? Where’s your father?”
    Fox managed a shrug even in his awkward position. “He’s dead. He was a war hero. Iraq. But my mum’s great. She works really hard. She has to have some pleasure.”
    “You’re very good to take it that way.” Edward slid his forefinger over the cleft of Fox’s buttocks and all the way down until he found the tender spot between the anus and the ball sac.
    “Oh shit, that’s good.” Fox moaned. “Press harder.”
    With a surge of delight and a sense of power at the pleasure he was giving, Edward asked, “Is it?”
    Fox buried his face in the cushion, his hips writhing against Edward’s thighs while his breath became still more labored. Fingering the sweet spot faster, Edward watched as Fox’s buttocks and thighs clenched, his entire body growing rigid. The young man moaned softly for a long moment and then fell limp, panting hard. Edward rested his hand tenderly on Fox’s buttocks, feeling powerful at being able to make another man react so strongly.
    “Did you come again?”
    “Mmmm.”
    Remaining where he was, Fox turned his face until Edward could see his expression. His cheeks were pink and healthy looking for once, his eyes