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fingers, unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper.
    From zero to a thousand. One second he was anxious to see Fox, hoping the young man would talk to him for a bit, perhaps come home with him again. The next his heart was pounding, and his willy was rigid and so aroused he feared he might scream as he had done the night before.
    “Take a breath,” Fox said.
    Obeying, Edward got control of himself sufficiently that when the warm hand closed around his penis, he neither screamed nor ejaculated at once. Literally weak at the knees, he placed his hands on Fox’s shoulders for support and pressed his back harder against the wall. The foul odor of the alley was replaced with the clean, sweet scent of the boy before him. The pleasure in his penis pulsed backward through his hips and buttocks and then down through his knees. Edward focused all of his attention on the smooth, warm hand on his willy, gliding up and down, bringing his pleasure higher and higher. Unable to stop himself, he began to moan out loud.
    “Shut up!” Fox said into his ear. “The bobbies check these alleys, you know.”
    “Oh God, I’m sorryyyyy!” Cum spilled out of his willy and over Fox’s hand. He slammed his head backward against the wall so hard he nearly passed out. Panting like a dog in the sun, he collapsed forward into Fox’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispered into the young man’s ear. “I didn’t bring any more cash.”
    “I’ll take a credit card,” Fox said calmly, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. “Do you want to get something to eat?”
    Surprised at the suggestion, Edward nodded as he fastened his trousers. “Yes, great. I’m starving.”
    From his cardboard box, Fox grabbed his backpack. “Let’s go.”
    Under the streetlight on Tisbury Court Edward looked shyly at Fox. This was stupid. It felt like a real date rather than a fumble in a back alley with a rentboy. “Do you want a kebab?”
    “I’m a vegan.”
    “Of course. You said that last night.”
    “Come on. We’ll go to the Tofu Factory.”
    “Won’t it be closed?” Fox laughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked on. Several inches shorter than Edward and very thin, Fox had a casual, leggy walk that Edward found himself admiring and trying to emulate. He shoved his hands down into the pockets of his cords, letting his hips swing slightly. By the time they came to a stop outside the Tofu Factory, he thought he had it mastered. “Oh, I see. It’s the name of a restaurant. And it’s vegan.”
    Fox pulled the door open, and they wandered inside to the smell of odd Eastern spices and strange-looking food behind a glass counter. Hands still casually in his pockets, he followed Fox to a table and then tried to pull his hands out. The night was humid, and the walk had taken twenty minutes. Between the excitement of being with Fox and the warmth of the evening, his palms had sweated to the point where they seemed to have adhered to the insides of his pockets. He couldn’t get his hands out!
    Watching as Fox angled his skinny body onto the wooden seat, Edward stood helplessly, trying to pull his hands free without seeming to. If he could just sit down, he might manage it surreptitiously under the table, but the chair was tucked in, so he could do nothing but stand looking at it.
    “What’s up?” Curiosity making his black-rimmed eyes squint, Fox looked up at him.
    Why did he always have to be a complete bloody berk? A total and utterly pathetic Billy No Mates. A poor, sad git. “My hands are stuck in my pockets. They get really sweaty when I’m nervous.”
    Fox sank his head onto his chest. He was obviously embarrassed by being seen with an idiotic boffin who could not get his hands out of his pockets. He’d probably leap up and make his getaway any second, leaving Edward standing helpless, unable even to open the door to leave. He felt the heat rising up his face from his neck and suffusing his cheeks.
    Fox’s shoulders shook with