Rentboy

Edward’s. He closed his
    hand around Edward’s penis. The cry that erupted from Edward’s chest both shocked and
    embarrassed him. It filled the room so completely that when it ceased, the silence was sudden and
    heavy. “Sorry,” he whispered.
    “Dude, take a chill pill,” Fox said calmly.
    Squeezing firmly, the young man began a slow, steady massage up and down the length of
    Edward’s willy. Scarcely able to breathe for a moment, Edward forced himself to take a long breath
    and allow his stiff muscles to soften. The heat of the hand on his shaft and the enticing warmth of the
    boy beside him made self-control impossible. His pleasure escalated swiftly, concentrating in his
    penis and testicles until they felt ready to explode. The only orgasms he had ever experienced were
    self-inflicted, and they did not come close to the magnitude of the one that rocked his body under the
    fast-moving hand of this pale young stranger.
    Unable to stifle his cries, Edward gave them full vent, even as his hips rose up from the bed and
    thumped down again repeatedly until his pleasure subsided.
    Breathing heavily, Edward lay still while his body vibrated from head to foot. At least it felt like
    it was vibrating, but he was actually more tranquil and peaceful than he had ever been in his life.
    Even his thoughts, often confused and erratic when not dealing with scientific formulas, seemed
    ordered. For a moment everything made sense. The world was falling into place.
    “How was that, Eddie?” Fox’s words were so full of sureness that, had Edward been able to
    make out his features in the dark, he was certain he would catch the young man smiling.
    “Excellent, thank you.” A rumble of laughter erupted from Fox, but Edward had no idea what
    was so funny. “No one’s ever called me Eddie before, except my sister.”
    Fox dragged the duvet back over them, wiping his hand on his hip as he did so. “What does your
    mum and dad call you?”
    “Edward, and they call my sister Nicoletta. Neither of them are the type to use pet names. What
    do your parents call you?” A pause alerted Edward to a possible faux pas. “Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t
    live with them. You live in a box.”
    “Good job my name’s not Jack, isn’t it?”
    Edward turned on his side to face Fox. “Why?” Suddenly he got it. “Oh!” For several minutes he
    clutched his stomach, laughter racking his body until he realized Fox was not laughing and began to
    wonder if he had been inappropriate. Abruptly he stopped. “Sorry, did I offend you?”
    “Eddie, you are so—”
    But Edward cut him off. “Weird. Yes, so you said. But it was a joke, wasn’t it? Jack in the
    box?”
    “Yeah. It just wasn’t that funny. I mean, it was funnyish, but not belly-laughing funny.”
    “Oh.” He’d done that before, laughed hysterically at something everyone else thought only
    vaguely amusing and then not laughed at all when everyone else was in stitches. Why was life so
    awkward, so difficult to understand? “What about Fox in a box?”
    Fox giggled. “That is quite funny.”
    “Is it? Do you want me to do something to you?”
    “I’m the rentboy, remember?” Fox said.
    That was true. He felt so comfortable with Fox he’d forgotten he was paying for this. “Would
    you like me to pay you now? Do you want to leave?”
    The young man’s voice was small when he asked, “Can I sleep the night?”
    “I don’t know, can you?” Edward chuckled.
    “What?”
    “It’s what my English master used to say at boarding school. One is supposed to say may I , not
    can I .”
    “Oh, well, pardon my fucking English.” Fox rolled onto his back.
    “Sorry, it was a joke.” Edward’s jokes always fell flat. “Of course you can stay. Please stay. I
    want you to.” The very thought of sending the young man back to his box, even on a warm night like
    this, was more than Edward could stand. “So…do you want me to do something to you? I’ll still pay
    you.”
    After more than a minute, Fox rolled onto his side to face Edward again. Quietly he said,
    “Gimme a hug.”
    “Oh, certainly.” Relieved and surprised, Edward pulled the young man into his arms. Fox
    snuggled in close, and Edward held him tight, reveling in the closeness and comfort of having a man
    in his arms at last. “Am I doing it right, Fox?”
    “You’re doing great.”
    After several minutes, Edward said, “Would you like me to touch your penis?” He’d never said
    cock in his life,