University examinations are often rough for students like Matthew. The handsome college kid gets a well-deserved study break, but it's Gordon who gets the better end of it.
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In the subsequent days that followed, Gordon tried to apologize to Matthew many times over, but there wasn't a moment to be found when Matthew was alone. A week had passed before he got his chance.
"Matthew, can I talk to you?" asked Gordon.
"Talk about what?" Matthew responded abruptly.
Gordon sensed the tension even before he thought of his reply. "I need to talk to you."
"You mean talk about the night you were out of control? You were angry at me Gordon." mouthed Matthew. "And you were jealous."
"I'm sorry Matthew. I really am," said Gordon, and his voice revealed his distress.
"I told you... I warned you Gordon, didn't I? What's between us is business. If you had only listened to me..." Matthew continued, "no one would've gotten hurt. You really wanted to hurt me that night."
Gordon knew Matthew was right. "I know I was wrong. And I know I hurt you... Right now, I don't know what I should say or do, but I'm really sorry. Please Matthew..."
"Forget it man," winced Matthew, "I gotta go..."
Gordon was sleepless that night. There were legal consequences to what he did. There was no doubt in his mind he had raped the kid. Most of all, he felt ashamed. He had hurt someone he loved. He had hurt Matthew, and he couldn't take it back.
It had been 4 months since Matthew moved in. And once again, it was time to pay the rent.
"Here's 300 pounds Gordon. Do you want the other 200 pounds this Saturday, or do you want the cash now?"
"Matthew, don't worry about Saturday."
"Then here's the other 200 pounds I owe you." Matthew handed Gordon the wad of cash.
"No, I didn't mean you had to pay."
"I have to pay Gordon. If you don't want Saturday, then I have to pay."
"No, you don't."
"Look, don't tell what I have to or don't have to do," shot Matthew. " don't take charity, remember? Take it... or I leave."
Gordon didn't get any that month. But he wasn't sorry for himself. He deserved it. He only wished he could do something for Matthew. To have Matthew feel nothing for Gordon was one thing. To have Matthew hate Gordon was another. It was worse than anything.
The month that followed wasn't easy for Gordon. Every time he looked at the kid he got hard. He couldn't help it. Every move, every curve, every article of clothing elicited a response.
Matthew was the ultimate sex symbol of his generation, a generation Gordon lusted after. The face of a model, the carelessness of a jock, the teenager had it all.
The kid was a mystery to Gordon. He could have anyone or anything he desired. He sold his body for rent money. Yet he couldn't be bought.
And that's when it struck him. He wasn't falling in love with the kid. He was already in love with Matthew. It was love at first sight. But was such a thing possible? Or was there something deeper? Something from the distant past maybe.
University examination week was approaching fast, and all normal school activities like college games and sports practice were winding down so students could concentrate on their studies.
When Matthew found out the trash had already been taken out and the house had already been vacuumed, he calmly told his landlord to refrain from doing anything special for him. He reminded Gordon he did not want the attention, and that he was more than capable of completing his share of the chores.
Two days later, when Gordon found Matthew asleep on the couch with a chemistry book on his lap, he couldn't help but remove the book and place a light blanket on the kid.
Though Gordon tried to be very discreet, Matthew woke up and was visibly shaken.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" shouted Matthew.
"I'm sorry Matthew. I was just..."
"Get your hands off of me pervert!"
"I'm sorry... I was just... It won't happen again."
Gordon left for his room. He was sorry he had disturbed Matthew's sleep during a critical time.
TEN minutes later, Gordon heard a knock on his door.
"Gordon. It's me. Can I come in?" spoke Matthew.
"Sure."
Matthew entered and closed the door behind him. "Hey."
"Hi... Listen Matthew, I'm sorry about what happened down there..."
"No, you listen... I want to apologize for what just happened. I was startled when you woke me up, and I shouldn't have said those things to you."
"No problem. Don't worry about it Matthew."
Matthew's smile seemed young and innocent, white teeth and all. "Somehow I just knew you were going to say that. Thanks... I guess you're not bad... for a forty-year old, that is."
"OK, now you're being pretty cocky. I'm only 37, you little fart head."
"Fart head? OK, now you're really dating yourself."
"You're a real smart-ass kid, you know that?"
"You mean pretty ass. I'm a pretty boy, remember?" Gordon admired the kid's curved lips. They seemed mischievous.
"Yes. That's exactly my point!" Gordon was glad Matthew was in a good mood. It had been long since they were on good terms.
"Well, I want you to know I am sorry about yelling at you. It was uncalled for," said Matthew.
"I know. You just finished telling me that."
"Of course... I know you just wanted to help me. Even that thing you did, doing my chores for me. You just wanted to help out. As you know, it's examination week and we're all pretty stressed out."
"I know, and if there's anything I can do..."
"I should probably head back to studying now..."
"Good luck on your exams."
"Yeah, I'm sure I'll need it."
Matthew grabbed the door knob... but before he pulled the door open he said, "There is something you could help with."
"Anything," replied Gordon.
"Well... forget it dude. I shouldn't be asking you to help me out."
"Why, are you still upset at me?"
"Naah dude. I just don't think I should ask you to help me. You've been good to me already."
"No, really. I want to help."
"If you're sure..."
"I'm sure."
"Alright, if you insist... but don't tell me I didn't warn you."
"I won't."
"You see, these past couple of days, with final examinations and all, I haven't exactly been myself. I haven't been eating or sleeping correctly. As a result, I've built up this tension in my body. I'm no genius, but this examination week is so overrated and I'm tired of everything and everybody."
"Sure..."
"It's affecting just about every guy I know. But for me in particular, it's been very hard. In my situation, this tension is getting worse every day, and I'm not sure what to do with it. Recently, it has accumulated into a major... it isn't easy for me to describe this... but recently it has accumulated into a significant... hard-on."
With his last remark, Matthew touched himself, lifted his eyebrows, and continued, "Do you still think you can help me out?"
Gordon broke out laughing.
"Come on Gordon. I'm serious!"
"Is this your way of apologizing?"
"No, it isn't... Listen, I'll leave if you want me to. But don't judge me. You have no right."
"I'm sorry Matthew. You're right, I didn't mean it."
"Forget it dude... So are you gonna help me or what?" teased Matthew.
"Yes, of course. I'll help you out."
"Good, but I should probably clean myself first. I haven't taken a shower in days."
"No, it's OK. Don't do anything."
"Why?"
"It'll be more fun this way. Besides, I like the way you smell."
"Whatever..." Matthew said as he casually pulled his shirt off.
Gordon threw an immediate boner. The kid's body odor aroused him big time. Gordon felt Matthew's nipples, but his hands were promptly removed.
"Are you gonna unzip me?"
"Sure Matthew... but can I do something to you first?"
"Depends."
"Would you let me hold you?"
"You mean hug me. Why?"
"I don't know... I guess I just want to feel your body against mine."
"Not in a million years dude."
Gordon felt disappointed. But after what had happened the last time they were intimate, he deserved it.
"It'll cost you."
Surprised by what he heard, Gordon didn't hesitate a response, "How much?"
"Power breakfast tomorrow morning 7AM. I have an early exam."
"You have a deal."
What Matthew did next surprised Gordon. The kid turned around, exposing his nude backside and incredible butt.
Matthew's beauty did not go unnoticed. Shaped like a vase, his slender curves emanated adolescent stature. Gordon stepped closer and slipped his arms around it.
"Are we lovers now?" asked Matthew.
Gordon felt like he was holding a semi-nude marble sculpture. Perfect in every proportion, the kid's body had zero fat.
"Hold me Gordon," continued Matthew. "Don't let go."
Underneath the shorts, Gordon knew to be all muscle. Gordon was horny like hell and he wasn't afraid to nudge himself against the kid.
"Please tell me that's a flashlight in your pocket!"
"Sorry Matthew, I didn't mean to."
The kid let out a disgusted groan, "Dude, just let me go."
"Thanks... for letting me do that Matthew."
"Alright, are you ready to help me, or what?" The kid proceeded to pull his shorts off and sit on the bed. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Gordon knelt before Matthew and proceeded to blow him. In a matter of 10 minutes the kid climaxed, and the eruption was more than sufficient to quench Gordon's desire for sex.
Matthew left for the university library immediately afterwards. It was open all night during finals week and he had friends who would help him work out some impossible differentials.
As for Gordon, instead of jacking off the easy way, he pictured his pillow was Matthew's ass and nudged himself against it all night until he fell asleep.
To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com