Free Rentboy by Fyn Alexander

stern he pointed one finger at Fox.
    “You shouldn’t have done it. I trusted you.”
    “You could always smack my arse.” Fox grinned, drawing a broad smile from Edward.
    “Perhaps later. Would you like a beer?”
    “Perhaps later.” He mimicked Edward’s upper-crust accent and took a step toward him. “Right
    now I’d like a fuck.”
    The initial erection caused by the sight of Fox on the landing had softened. At those words he
    nearly came in his pants. He cleared his throat as if about to deliver a speech, making Fox burst out
    laughing. He should have felt ridiculous, but he didn’t. There was something comfortable about Fox,
    something comforting about being with him. “Come on, then,” he said, grabbing Fox’s hand to take
    him to the bedroom.
    “What?” Fox asked without moving.
    “Aren’t we going to bed?”
    “No. I’m going to bend over the desk, and you are going to fuck me right here.”
    Unable to stop himself, Edward looked at the window. He had never put up curtains or blinds in
    all the time he’d live there. He’d never thought of it until now.
    “Eddie, live a little,” Fox said.
    With his gaze riveted on Edward’s face, Fox slowly unzipped Edward’s trousers and pushed
    them down to his thighs, followed at once by his boring, white, waist-high Y fronts. “No one under
    the age of ninety-five should wear Y fronts. You do know that?”
    “I know, but I’ve always worn them. They’re comfortable.”
    From the pocket of his jeans, Fox took a lubricated condom and, just like the night before, tore
    open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled it onto Edward’s bulging, red willy. Taking long, slow
    breaths to control himself, Edward gazed into Fox’s eyes.
    Fox unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, followed by pink polka-dot bikini underwear.
    He turned and placed both hands on top of the desk, bent at the waist, and thrust his hips out.
    Overcome by both desire and the urge to take Fox in his arms and forgive him for the computer and
    anything else he might steal in the future, Edward positioned his cock at Fox’s tight anus, then grabbed
    his hips and thrust hard inside him.
    Fox arched his back and cried out. “Holy fuck! You’re getting good at this.”
    The next minute was frenzied. Edward could not have held back even had he wanted to. But he
    didn’t want to. Allowing his cries to match Fox’s, he rammed his penis as hard as he could into 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