THE SPECIAL RENT BOY

 

THE SPECIAL RENT BOY

_{A TALE OF MUTUAL ADMIRATION by Doug in London, 2025}

Andrew was a late middle-aged gay man, recently divorced from his husband, recently retired, and missing the intimacy of a live-in partner. One evening, feeling slightly lonely and in need of company, he used his laptop to hunt for a rent boy.

He was extremely nervous, having never done such a thing before, and was acutely aware that his inexperience would be obvious to the average sex-worker. At first, he wasn’t even sure what phrase to put into a search engine. His first mistake was that he forgot to say that he was gay, so he was bombarded by lots of voluptuous young women with large bottoms and even bigger breasts. As a gay man, he was slightly disgusted how easy it was to find erotic photos of women.

Next, he tried searching for gay escorts, but they were scattered all over Southern England, and he realised that he had to search for local rent boys. He found a website called “Relaxed Fun”, with local boys, and several very encouraging photographs of men offering themselves. He discovered that he could visit the men in their homes (This was called “in”) or they would visit him (“out”). It was cheaper to go to a rent boy, but Andrew decided he’d like to have a boy come to visit him. Looking at the photos on the website, he made a list of affordable boys who he liked the look of, and who appeared to be based near him.

They all claimed to be around 25 to 30 years old, and to Andrew this was very attractive; he realised they didn’t all tell the truth on their websites, but he soon had his list of several boys he liked to look of and could afford. He was about to send an email to the one he liked the most, when he noticed that there was another page of the “Relaxed Fun” website he’d not visited. He clicked on the symbol, and a new page opened before him.

His eyes widened as he saw a beautiful face, with small beard and big smile looking back at him. It was the caption that made him catch his breath. “One-legged amputee available for unusual and exotic fun.” He read on, “I’m 28 and from Mexico. I’ve been an amputee for several years and can promise a very special experience. Send an email or phone me.” This was followed by a phone number and email address. Andy checked the cost, and decided he could afford to pay for this one-legged boy to visit him at home for an hour.

He felt a stirring in his cock, and Andrew found he was slightly shaking. He checked the time, and then nervously wrote his email. “Are you free this evening to come and visit me at about 9pm? I got your email address from the Relaxed Fun website. My name is Andy.” He touched the send button and felt his heart pounding. He put the 150 pounds into an envelope, set it on the bedside table, and tidied the room. He sat staring at his phone, wondering if he’d get a response.

Half an hour later the phone rang. “Is this Andy?” said a slightly accented foreign voice. “You sent me an email a little while ago.”

“Yes,” said Andrew. “Are you the boy with one leg advertising on the Relaxed Fun website?”

“Yes I am,” said the man. “Would you like me to come to you?”

“Yes,” said Andrew with growing confidence.

“Where are you?” said the man.

Andrew gave his address, and the man said he knew the block of flats and could come in about an hour’s time. “I’ll jump into the shower first,” said the man, “then I’ll be on my way.”

“What’s your name?” asked Andy.

“I’m Carlos,” said the man. “Please have the cash ready for when I arrive.”

“Yes, it’s ready,” said Andrew.

“One more thing,” said Carlos. “Would you like me to come wearing my prosthetic leg, or on crutches?”

Andrew gulped. He wasn’t expecting that question. “Oh ….. can you come on crutches?”

“I’ll be there in a hour,” said Carlos.

Andrew tidied the bedroom again, and had a piss, and wandered about the flat nervously. “This is silly,” he told himself. “People have rent boys all the time; there’s nothing to be nervous of.” But he still could not suppress his excitement: an amputee rent boy would shortly be arriving and he’d see him in all his naked glory. The hour passed slowly, then suddenly there was a knock at Andrew’s front door.

Andrew opened the door, and there was Carlos standing before him. The Mexican was almost six feet tall, with a small dark beard, short hair and the big smile Andy had already seen on the website. “You must be Andy,” said the man in his sexy Spanish accent, “I’m Carlos.”

Andrew could hardly believe his eyes. Standing before him was the beautiful amputee, the short stump of his left leg tightly wrapped in denim, the rest of the left jeans leg tucked into his waist, leaning on a pair of old-fashioned wooden crutches held closely under his arms. “Come in,” stuttered Andrew, “I’m very pleased that you could come.”

Andrew led the way into his bedroom, and Carlos crutched close behind him. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?” said Carlos.

“Yes,” said Andrew. “I was just feeling a bit lonely and was hunting on my laptop. I didn’t expect to find an amputee. You really are a most beautiful man.”

Carlos smiled. “Do you have a little envelope for me?

“Yes, of course,” said Andrew and gave Carlos the envelope with the cash in it.

“Shall we undress?” said Andrew.

“Of course,” said Carlos. “I expect you’ll want to see my stump. Most of my clients do, it’s the reason they choose me and not one of the other boys.” Carlos leaned his crutches against the wall and sat on the bed. His jacket and tee-shirt were soon peeled off revealing a muscled and tattooed torso. Andy quickly undressed and lay on the bed watching the amputee. “This is my rent boy,” he thought to himself. “All for me, for an hour at least!”

Naked, Andrew watched Carlos slip out of his shoe and pull down his jeans revealing his stump. A moment later and his underpants were gone and Carlos was revealed in all his naked legless glory.

“I don’t want to be fucked, or fuck you,” said Andrew, “I just want some time of hugging and kissing and touching.” The two men lay back on the bed, the older man hardly believing his luck, and the younger man sensitive to give Andrew a relaxed and erotic hour of intimacy.

At first, they hugged and kissed, Andy feeling relief that Carlos was so gentle and kind with him and delighted that he was so strongly attracted to the tall amputee. He’d worried at how he would cope if he wasn’t attracted to the man he’d invited into his life, but happily this was not an issue.

After a while, Andrew rested his head on Carlos’s chest and started to gingerly feel for Carlos’s cock. Carlos encouraged him. “Keep going and have a good feel,” he said, “and suck it if you wish.” Without further encouragement, Andrew slipped down onto Carlos’s firm cock, his hands exploring further down the smooth body. It was at that moment that he first touched Carlos’s stump.

There wasn’t much left of Carlos’s left leg – just a stump of a few inches. For many years Andrew had imagined what a short stump would feel like, and now he had one in his grasp. Sliding further down in the bed, he started to kiss Carlos’s stump and fondle it more. “Thank you so much,” he whispered. “So many of my dreams are coming true.”

After a while, he needed to come up for air, and he lay very close to the sexy rent boy. “Do you usually fuck with your clients?” he asked.

“No, not very often. Most of my men are older and want exactly what you want – some hugging and kissing, and just to hold their body against me. And of course, to meet my stump. As far as I can tell, most of the men who invite me into their homes are very turned on by amputees. I know I’m fulfilling many desires.”

“You are,” said Andrew. “I’m so pleased I’ve met you.”

The couple continued to enjoy one another’s bodies, and Andrew felt that Carlos was enjoying it as much as he was. He returned to sucking Carlos’s cock, until Carlos said, “Stop! You’re going to make me come!”, and Andrew spent ages caressing Carlos’s stump and lying with his face on the smooth remainder of Carlos’s left leg.

He also spent some time stroking Carlos’s right leg, thinking how it was his only leg, his one single leg, the leg he had to use when he was on his crutches. There was no part of this gorgeous rent boy that Andrew did not worship.

At last Carlos said that it was time for him to go and Andrew lay on his back, basking in the euphoria of their hour together. “Would you like me to come again?” said Carlos.

“Oh yes,” said Andrew. “I don’t have enough money for you to come too often, but I’ll be aching to see you again soon.”

Andrew watched as Carlos dressed, pulling his jeans up his one leg, tying his one trainer, and pulling his tee shirt on. He stood to tuck the empty left leg tightly into the waist of his jeans, so that his short stump was outlined in denim, and then he picked up his crutches. Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, still naked and smiled at the tall man, now leaning on old-fashioned wooden crutches, who was looking down at him.

“If you live fairly near,” said Andrew, “how come I’ve never seen you around? I know I’d remember if I’d seen you.”

“I wear my prosthetic almost all the time,” said Carlos, “and you’d not know I’m an amputee except for a very slight limp. I keep the crutches only for visits when a client asks me to. You stay there – I’ll let myself out.”

“Come wearing your prosthetic next time,” said Andrew. “I’d like to see it.”

“See you again soon, Andy,” said Carlos smiling.

Andrew sat watching as Carlos crutched out of the bedroom, and soon the front door closed. Andrew rushed to the window and was thrilled by a quick glimpse of the amputee crutching away down the street.

As a recent retiree, Andrew knew that he had to be careful with his pension, but he reflected that he could afford to pay for Carlos at least once a month, and sometimes twice. After a few days, Andrew began to feel an urge to see Carlos again, and once more enjoy the closeness of the lovely Mexican, and once more fondle his wonderful stump. He resisted for ten days but then gave in to the temptation. A short email, and Carlos was on his way again.

Wearing only his dressing gown, he opened his door to see a two-legged man smiling at him. “Hi Andy,” said Carlos. “How have you been?”

“Thinking of you,” said Andrew, handing him the white envelop of cash. “In fact, I can’t get you out of my mind.”

Andrew was mesmerised by the sight before his eyes. Carlos had come wearing short shorts, revealing one strongly muscled leg, and one full length prosthetic leg.

“Are you ready for this?” said Carlos as he stood feet wide apart at the foot of Andrew’s bed. Throwing his dressing gown to the floor, Andrew lay back on the bed, admiring the lovely man who was already stripping out of his tee-shirt. Carlos pulled his shorts down, then his underpants, revealing his big cock, which lay down touching the top of his artificial leg.

Andrew scooted down to the foot of the bed and took Carlos’s cock in his hand. “I’m so pleased you came again,” he said, leaning down to suck his cock, and moving his hand to touch the cool steel rod which was replacing Carlos’s thigh.

“Slow down,” said Carlos, running his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “Lay back and watch the end of the strip-tease.”

Andrew sat up and watched closely as Carlos pulled his stump out of the bucket of his prosthesis.  Sitting beside Andrew, he pulled the sweaty bucket towards Andrew’s face. “Breathe deeply in there, Andy,” he said, and Andrew pushed his face into the socket so recently vacated by the stump.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Carlos smiled. “Lay back and relax my dear Andy,” he said. “There’s a lot more for you to explore.”

Andrew could hardly believe his luck: not only was he finding great erotic satisfaction from the intimate hugging and pressing of a lithe young body against his middle‑aged spread, but every one of his amputee fetish desires was being answered. The only problem was the cost. Carlos was, after all, a rent boy, and Andrew was a pensioner. He knew that he’d have to be circumspect about inviting Carlos into his home too often, as soon he’d be eroding his savings.

After  two more visits by Carlos, one on crutches, the other wearing his prosthesis, Andrew raised the subject of cost. “I like you very much,” he said, “and I want to see you regularly, but it’s difficult for me to pay for your visits. Can you please still come to me, but for it to be a lower cost?”

Carlos smiled. “I also like you very much, dear Andy,” he said, “and you are my most enthusiastic client. I like the way you adore my stump. I got my amputation for people just like you, so yes, we’ll agree a lower fee.”

It was not until after Carlos had left that Andrew recalled his words. He was delighted that he could continue to see Carlos and it might not be so expensive, but then he reflected on Carlos’s phrase: “I got my amputation for people just like you.” Andrew frowned. Was there an implication that Carlos had chosen to be an amputee? This was a very exciting thought for Andrew, as he had wanted to be one-legged, dependent on crutches, for a very long time. His greatest secret was that he wanted to be exactly like his rent-boy-friend.

The next time Carlos came to visit, Andrew put only one hundred pounds in the envelope, which the rent boy was happy to accept. After the initial sexual rush of kisses, sucking his cock, and worshipping his stump, Andrew settled his head on Carlos’s chest and pulled close to him.

“I want to ask you something,” started Andrew. “How did you lose your leg? Did you choose to lose it?”

“My lovely friend Andy,” replied Carlos, “I wondered if you’d realised what I said last time. You’re right. I chose to become an amputee. My left leg was crushed under a tram. I fell deliberately in such a way that my leg would be crushed. There was a lot of fuss, and the hospital told me they couldn’t repair my leg, and that they’d amputate the remnants of it. I pretended to be upset but actually was delighted that my leg would be gone. I could become what I wanted, a one-legged man. This was in Mexico.  I was a very happy man when I left the hospital on crutches. I hope you are not shocked by my story.”

“Certainly not,” said Andrew, “it makes me feel even sexier about you. I’ve not said anything before, but I’ve always wanted to be like you – to have my left leg cut off and be an amputee. I’ve wanted to get an amputation since I was a kid.”

“Let me think about that,” said Carlos. “Perhaps I can help you. I think we could arrange an amputation if you came with me to Mexico.”

Andrew’s head slipped down to Carlos’s crotch, and he sucked hard on the rent boy’s cock, at the same time grasping his stump and holding it tight. Amazing thoughts were flying round his head. Could he really become like Carlos and become one-legged? He continued to suck hard on Carlos’s lovely cock.

His excited thoughts were interrupted by Carlos yelling, “Fuck, Andy, you’re making me come!”

Andrew sucked all the harder, and his mouth was filled with Carlos’s sperm. “Fuck, Andy, that’s never happened before.”

Swallowing hard, Andrew smiled. “Thank you,” he said, “that was amazing. I love it. I think I love you.”

“No,” said Carlos, “you mustn’t say that. It’s lust, OK, but not love. I’m a rent boy, don’t forget. I spend my life being paid for sex, sometimes I fuck, sometimes I get fucked. Usually, it’s just a lot of hugging and kissing, and masturbation. I’ve never come in someone’s mouth like that, but you really were sucking me harder than usually.”

“Telling me I might get an amputation made me sexier than usual, “said Andrew. “Tell me how it could happen.”

“My parents live in Mexico City. My mum’s English and my dad’s Mexican. They met when my mum was on holiday and had me. I grew up speaking fluent English and Spanish. I was always a very sexual boy and wanted to become rent so I could get lots of sex and get paid for it. I love my job. Someone told me I’d make more money in London, so I came and set myself up. I’ve never regretted a moment of becoming rent, or having my leg cut off.”

“How could it work for me?” said Andrew.

“I will go back to my parents in the autumn. You come with me, and we organise a little accident. I think we could get the same result, and you’d come back to London with only one leg.”

The summer saw Carlos visiting Andrew twice a week, and Andrew’s devotion to Carlos never flagged. Every visit renewed Andrew’s adoration of Carlos’s lovely stump, and his love of seeing Carlos walking with his crutches. Every visit renewed his determination that one day he’d walk like Carlos, with a short stump, a trouser leg tucked up tightly into his belt, and long crutches. Although he liked handling Carlos’s prosthetic leg, he felt strongly that at least at first, he’d stay with crutches.

As September drew near, Carlos said that the time had come for him to visit his parents in Mexico, and he asked Andrew of he was determined to become an amputee. Lying next to his lovely rent boy, Andrew said yes, he was ready.

“OK,” said Carlos. “Now things will be different between us. My parents think I work in a shop in London, they don’t know I’m rent; and I’ll tell them that you are friend. They know I chose to become an amputee, so that will help, as you will come and stay with them after your operation. They’ll be surprised, but sympathetic. Oh, and one more thing. There will be no more money passing between us – you are my friend from now on.”

“Will your parents think I am your boyfriend?” said Andrew.

“I expect so,” said Carlos, “although I think you’re about the same age as my dad! It would be best if I say we’re just friends.”

“But you will sleep with me in Mexico?”

“Probably not. You’ll be recovering from a serious operation, and it would be better for you to sleep alone. Let’s wait until we get back to London to see if I’ll be your boyfriend.”

Andrew was very pleased that Carlos chose to travel with crutches leaving his prosthetic in London, and he enjoyed walking through the airport alongside his one-legged friend. He was beside himself with the excitement of knowing that next time he walked through the airport, he’d also have only one leg and be using crutches.

Carlos’s parents welcomed Andrew into their home in Mexico City. Carlos’s mother was pleased to have a guest speaking English, although after many years in Mexico she’d forgotten some of her English. Her husband had no English, and Andrew was amused to listen to Carlos’s rapid Spanish when talking to his father. He was also intrigued to discover that he was the same age as Carlos’s dad.

His parents were aware that Carlos had deliberately caused their son’s amputation, and were aware that Andrew intended the same amputation; they were prepared to look after Andrew although they asked him repeatedly if he was sure about the dangerous action he was about to take. Carlos took him to a very busy junction, teeming with noisy traffic in all directions. “This is where you’re going to fall over just as a tram is passing. Get your leg under the tram. I’ll be watching, and as it’s so busy, you’ll soon be rescued. Good luck my friend.” Andrew was surprised that Carlos kissed him and then walked away. He stood and watched the traffic, letting the first tram pass. He judged how he’d fall when the next tram came.

It was surprisingly easy. One moment he was standing on the edge of the pavement, the next moment his left leg was under the tram.

There was a huge commotion and much screaming in Spanish. Someone banged on the side of the tram to stop it, and others rushed to Andrew’s aid. His left leg was gone just above his knee and he was bleeding profusely. Strangely, presumably because of the shock, he wasn’t in great pain. A young man took off his belt and made a rough tourniquet around Andrew’s leg, and the driver of the tram came to see what had happened, with a great torrent of Spanish and much wringing of hands.

Within a few minutes, he was in an ambulance rushing through the busy streets with siren blaring. As he arrived at the hospital, the pain started to kick in and he screamed loudly for the first time. A young doctor gave him an injection and he fell into unconsciousness.

A young nurse was watching him when he regained consciousness. She spoke gently in Spanish, and Andrew responded in English. “I’m from London,” he said, “on holiday. I speak English. Do you know any English?”

“A little,” said the nurse, “but I have friend who talk good. I will fetch.”

A handsome male nurse appeared a little later who spoke very good English, and Andrew was able to give Carlos’s phone number, and to explain that he had travel insurance to cover the cost of the time in hospital. Later that day, Carlos and his mother appeared at Andrew’s bedside.

“You poor man, I hope you are not too much pain,” said his mother, but Carlos leaned very close to Andrew and whispered quietly. “Well done my friend. Welcome to our very exclusive club.”

With a surprisingly clean wound, Andrew was soon able to use a wheelchair to move around the hospital, and after a few days was transferred to Carlos’s parent’s home. Standing in a corner of the guest room was a new pair of wooden under-arm crutches. “I’ve bought you a present,” said Carlos indicating the crutches. “You’ll get to know them very well, as you’ll never take a step anywhere, ever again without them. Take a good look. They will be your best friends and they’ll live under your arm pits for ever more.”

“Lock the door, said Andrew, “and come and lie with me.” Carlos told him that his mother was still at work, so they’d have half an hour of privacy.

They kissed long and hard, and Andrew sucked Carlos’s cock. When they heard Carlos’s mother arriving home from work, they pulled apart and Carlos unlocked the door, knowing that his mother would soon come to check upon Andrew.

Carlos explained that he’d soon be flying back to London, but that Andrew would remain with his parents for at least two more weeks before he’d be fit to undertake the long flight. “And by the time you fly to London,” said Carlos, “you’ll be managing your crutches. Don’t worry if you’re quite slow at first. I was, but you’ll soon be proficient and start to enjoy your new one-legged life.

Andrew looked from his one-legged lover, and down at the sheet covering his single leg, and across to the wooden crutches waiting for him. He thought about exploring the local area in Mexico City, and then the flight home. He was impatient to be one-legged in London and smiled at the thought.

Carlos leaned down and kissed Andrew, who smiled. “You’re a very special rent boy,” he said. Life could not be better.

 

THE SPECIAL RENT BOY