Rent Matthew

This time the college kid is in the mood to play the role of a teacher. He surprises Gordon with a birthday gift the older man won't forget.

Rent Matthew - Part IV jason99usa@yahoo.com

It had been six months since Matthew moved in. Gordon was rewarded with one additional dose of adolescent juice and Matthew got to pay his rent the agreed upon way. During this period, Gordon's attraction and love for Matthew grew.

Precisely because he learned to see Matthew more as a person verses a sex object, he was better able to control his behavior. Not that his physical desires for Matthew diminished. In fact, they increased. As a result, his attention and concentration at work dramatically improved and he performed better than ever. His clients were very happy with what he was able to deliver.

Matthew's endless girlfriends came and went. One thing was for sure, the kid didn't have a problem getting laid. But Gordon was able to accept all this. After all, what he did have with the kid others dreamed about.

Then one night Matthew ventured upstairs to his landlord's area of the house and found Gordon diligently working on his next major project.

Matthew felt and looked relaxed as he spoke, "What's up, dude?"

Gordon was at his desk, typing away on his state-of-the-art laptop. "Hey Matthew. How are you?" Gordon motioned for the kid to take a seat.

Matthew dropped himself into the sleek modern chair in front of Gordon's work station. Slouching, but ever observant, he could see the expression on Gordon's face. It was pure happiness. Or was that lust?

How fortunate Gordon had been in the past 6 months. The kid seemed pretty content himself. Not a word came from him as Gordon looked him over. It was apparent hunger in Gordon's eyes, but Matthew had grown used to it. After all, Gordon was human, and Matthew knew he could turn the tables at any moment and be the one in control.

It was Matthew that interrupted the silence, "Pretty good, yourself?"

"I'm doing well. Just finishing my rebuttal speech. What have you been up to?"

Matthew wasn't shy about sharing the details of his life to Gordon. It was an aspect of their relationship they had developed recently. "I went out on a hot date last night. We ended up at her place. Trying to recover today." Matthew gave a mocked expression of pain. "She's with her friends tonight. What did you do today?"

Gordon's loins were already stiff, but the kid's bluntness stimulated more heat between his legs. "I stayed home mostly and got some work done."

"Is that what you typically do on your birthday?"

"No... How did you... know it was my birthday?"

"Never mind how I know. Got any plans tonight?"

"Clubbing."

"Really?" said Matthew, as he curled his eyebrows. "I didn't know you were a party animal?"

"Well, actually, I'm going to a strip club."

"That's pretty funny man."

"I'm serious. I do this every year. I slap on a pair of shades and head to this male strip club located far from town."

"I don't believe you dude."

"The show starts at midnight. You want to come and see for yourself?"

"How far is it?"

"An hour's drive."

"Say I believe you. That means you'll be leaving in 2 hours to make it in time for the first show."

"Yes, that's right."

"So you have time to play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"It's called 'Truth or Dare' but I think most people play it differently than me."

"Sure. How do you play it?"

"The game's pretty simple. We take turns asking each other personal questions. If you don't wanna answer the question, you have to do something for the other person, like remove a piece of clothing. The game ends when everyone runs out of questions to ask or someone loses all his clothes, whichever comes first. Since it's your birthday, I'll let you go first."

"Gee thanks." Gordon asked his question, "Have you ever played this game before or are you making this up on the spot because you want to have a look at my beautiful body?"

In response, Matthew stood up, pulled his stylish sweater off, and tossed it to the side. The kid's gray ribbed shirt held tight to his upper body. There was absolutely no doubt how hard he was underneath that shirt. Matthew asked his question, "Mind if I have a beer?"

Matthew was moving towards the office refrigerator when Gordon interrupted, "Hey, that's not fair. I really want to hear the answer. Let me rephrase myself, if you don't answer the question, you get no alcohol."

"Now who's being unfair! Fine, we'll do it your way. Yes, I have played this game before. And no, I didn't make it up.

I played this game with an older woman a couple of years ago. She was actually pretty young. She was 25 at the time when she taught me the game. We used to play it a lot. I was a high school student in the States. She was my English teacher and a newly wed.

Her husband was never at home. He was always on the road selling network communication equipment to big companies around the world. He made a lot of money, but he left her alone five freakin' days a week.

I was horny and never paid attention in her class. I was too busy thinking about her hot body and how badly I wanted it. I needed the extra help to pass the class. She agreed to tutor me if I helped her clean up. Erase the chalk board and shit.

I forgot exactly how it started. She was pissed at her husband. We starting playing games and the stripping part was an odd, but fantastic extension to the games.

At first, I stripped for test points, and she would only feel my body through her eyes. One thing's for sure, I needed to make sure each time I went to her house I wore enough articles of clothing in order to pass the test! She had a lot of multiple choice questions.

Her insistence on keeping our relationship non-physical frustrated me. She refused to touch me because she wanted to be faithful to him. And yet that only made me thirst for her more.

I knew she wanted my body. Why else was I taking my clothes off for her? I couldn't understand why she would look but not touch. More than anything, I wanted to please her in the worst way. But she refused me repeatedly.

Then she caught her husband cheating. She followed him. Instead of getting a divorce right away, she started taking me to bed. I was in heaven for the next 2 months, which is how long the affair lasted. She taught me everything I know about sex.

I'd come over to do homework, and we'd end up on the kitchen table having sex. I'd drop by her classroom. She'd have me erase the chalkboard, then proceed to give me a blow job. I became her sex toy until the year ended. I'd take out the trash, wash her car, and vacuum, if she asked me to. Whatever I did, I always ended up on my back while she rode me to complete and utter orgasm. We did it in every room and in every position possible.

During that unforgettable period, her husband made a lot of money. She got half of everything after the divorce and immediately left town. I haven't seen her since.

Now you know the history behind the game. That's got to be worth 2 beers."

"Wow, you're absolutely right. Help yourself to two!" After listening to the story, Gordon was harder than a rock. He pictured how lucky that teacher must have been to have an affair with a naïve kid like Matthew.

Matthew retrieved 3 beers from the refrigerator and handed Gordon one. "Even though I don't think you deserve one, here you go dude. Not only did I lose a question for two beers, but I had to answer your question and lose my sweater in the process. No more cheating Gordon."

The kid quenched his thirst fast, consuming a can in seconds.

"Matthew, the girl you went out with yesterday, is she the same one you brought over a few months back?"

Again, instead of answering the question, Matthew pulled his gray ribbed shirt off. Gordon went breathless. The kid's strict swimming regimen paid off. His toned upper body was a sight to see.

"I know you like younger guys. How young, exactly, do you like them?" Matthew opened the other can of beer and swallowed.

"Don't misunderstand. I find teenage boys attractive, but not in a sexual way. I don't see or dream about them in bed. Those fantasies are left for beauties like yourself. Do you find older men or women attractive?"

Instead of answering the question, Matthew kicked one of his shoes off. "What do you like best about me?"

"If you asked me that question a few months ago, I would have said your body. I take that back. It still is your incredible body, but I like it more now because of the personality or person that comes with the hunk of flesh. How do you feel about me?"

Matthew kicked his other shoe off.

"You know, this is driving me crazy. Why don't you answer any of my questions?"

"Sorry, you have to wait your turn. When did you know you were gay?"

"I guess you could say I was a late bloomer. I didn't know, or at least I didn't accept the fact that my attraction for other guys was an indication of my sexual orientation until my second year in high school. What do you dislike most about me?"

Matthew bent down and pulled a sock off. "Are you currently dating?"

"No. I haven't had a relationship for some time."

"Dating and having a relationship are two different things."

"No, I'm not seeing anyone right now. I stopped dating 9 months ago, coincidentally not too far off from when you first arrived. After what I did to you, why did you forgive me?"

Instead of answering, Matthew pulled the other sock off. "When's the last time you kissed someone?"

"Come on, Matthew. You're the one I'm in love with. You know that. You knew that from the beginning. There isn't anyone else. Why are you so interested in my personal life when you don't want to be a part of it?"

Matthew pulled apart the buttons on the front of his jeans and pushed his trousers off. He was wearing a pair of athletic black boxers underneath, which left nothing to the imagination. There was a bulge present, but it was more due to the kid's size than his state of arousal. "How often do you jack off?"

"Used to be once or twice a week. Since you moved in, that's changed to once or twice a day."

The kid chuckled but became silent for the next couple of minutes. "Gordon, let's not play anymore," interrupted Matthew. "Do you mind if we stop right here?"

"But I was so close!"

Matthew looked serious. "You don't have to worry about that right now. I'm just tired. I need to have another beer."

Gordon watched the kid retrieve the rest of the 6-pack. Matthew settled on the sofa and began to open and consume one can after the other. Gordon wanted to have sex with the kid.

"Matthew, are you OK?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't normally see you drink so much."

"Don't worry about me. I'm alright. I have a flight to catch Saturday morning. I'm going home."

Startled by Matthew's comment, Gordon asked "What happened?"

"My step-father... he died of a heart attack."

"Oh God... I'm real sorry Matthew. If you need anything..."

"I've decided to quit school to help my mother run the farm. Can you help me sell off my belongings? I'm going to take all my final examinations early before I go."

"No... you can't just leave school. What about your future?"

"Gordon, you've known me for 6 months now. You know very well when I make up my mind, I never look back. There isn't anything you or anyone else can say or do to change my mind. There's a local community college near the farm. Once I get a better handle on the farm operation, I'll continue my education there. Now I need your help. I need you to sell off my things. Will you help me?"

"Yes, of course. But can I wait a few months just in case you are able to return?"

"Sure Gordon, but I'm pretty sure I won't be. There's one more thing. I need to borrow two thousand pounds from you."

"No problem. I'll go to the bank first thing in the morning."

"I need the money to make the arrangements for the funeral and take care of the farm. I'm practically borrowing money from everyone I know. I promise to pay you back within 6 months."

"Don't worry about it Matthew."

"I have a secret to tell you Gordon. Do you have a yearbook from your senior year in high school?"

"Yes, why?"

"Can you bring it out for me? And bring some more alcohol, will you?"

"I'll bring you the yearbook. But I don't think you should drink anymore for now."

"Trust me. The alcohol is not for me."

Gordon left the room to look for the year book. But Matthew's last comment worried him. What did the kid mean by saying that the alcohol wasn't for him? Was he insinuating that what was to be found in the yearbook would somehow affect Gordon? Was Matthew saying that Gordon and him were somehow related?

Gordon searched his memory. He was an attorney and therefore had a great memory to pull from. He only did it once with a girl and it was in high school. But Matthew didn't resemble Gordon in any shape or form.

Back in the days when condoms weren't prevalent, the best birth control method was pulling out before one ejaculated. Gordon's first time with a girl was a mistake. He had a premature ejaculation and made a mess of the situation. But even she wasn't incredibly beautiful. Where the hell did Matthew get his genes from? Matthew couldn't be his son. It just wasn't possible.

Gordon came back with the yearbook and an expensive bottle of wine. Sweat beads on his forehead had gathered in clusters.

"Dude, you look worried. I'm almost sorry I gave you a clue."

"Tell me we're not related?"

"Alright, we're not related."

"Matthew, please..."

Matthew broke out laughing. "I'm just kidding with you dude. You're not my father, if that's what you want to know. I was just teasing you so you would let me have more alcohol."

"I should take that bottle away from you."

"No, please... I'll make it up to you. Now be a good sport and open that up for me while I find the page, will you?"

"Did you love your step-father?"

"No, not in particular. But my mother did, and I cared very much for him because of that. As long as he kept my mother happy, I'd do anything for him. Did you ever have a crush on anyone?"

"Yes, in high school I had a huge crush on the captain of the soccer team. He was really handsome, but did bad things to people like me."

"What did he do?"

"He and his jock friends mistreated everyone who wasn't popular. But it was worse for me. I think he somehow knew I liked him, which angered him. He thought nothing of me and even played cruel pranks on me and my friends beginning the year he enrolled in our high school. I became the object he vented his frustrations on. I was dumped into trash bins, slammed against lockers, and was constantly ridiculed. And yet I was foolish enough to continue to have this intense crush on him. I was a nerd back then and I deserved it."

Matthew pointed to someone in the yearbook. "Is that him?"

"Yes, that's... him..." And, almost instantaneously, Gordon was shocked to see the resemblance between Matthew and the high school jock he tried so hard to erase from his memory.

"You knew him as Wes Garden, the rich surfer kid with a nice tan from California. I know him as the creep that went out with my mother when she was a sophomore from a high school in San Diego. He was only interested in my mother's good looks. He dated her and did not pull out in time. That's the main reason why he transferred to your high school. To get as far away from responsibility as possible. I never met him. I don't know him and I don't want to know him."

"Wow, you really are Wes's son," remarked Gordon. Father and son shared the same sex appeal.

"How do you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Back in high school, you'd do anything to get into Wes Garden's pants. Does it make you feel any better you fucked his only son?"

"You mean Wes didn't have anymore children?"

"He was promiscuous and caught a sexually transmitted disease, which prevented him from getting anyone else pregnant. The creep.

When you think about it, it's not quite incest because he's not related to you. But he is my biological father. And you are his comparable age. You wanted him badly then and couldn't have him. What would he think now, knowing how many times you've put your lips between my legs?"

"So you knew all along and didn't tell me?"

"Whatever dude... if you knew the truth earlier, you probably would have hit on me even harder."

"You know what? You're probably right!"

"I'm only telling you now because I'm leaving. I thought you'd want to know. Gordon?"

"Yes?"

"I don't want to think about my step-father tonight. I don't want to think about Saturday. Will you help me out?"

"Sure Matthew... I'll do anything."

"Will you have sex with me tonight? And I don't mean make love to me. I mean have sex with me in the rawest sense."

"Sure Matthew."

Matthew took the bottle away from Gordon. He took a sip. It was strong. He took another sip. "I don't want you to drink tonight. I want you to be awake the entire time. I want you at peak performance."

"Your wish is my command."

"No, I don't want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to that big thing of yours down there. Tonight you have the opportunity to do what you wanted to 20 years ago. But it's gonna be better Gordon, I guarantee."

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"You let me borrow money. Instead of paying you interest, I'm letting you have my body for one night."

"You don't have to do this Matthew."

"I have to. I don't take charity, remember? I'll feel better if you use my body for pleasure. Besides, I haven't given you your birthday present yet."

"You don't have to give me anything. You've given me a lot already."

Matthew walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his jeans.

"This is for you. And here's the key. You choose what you want to cuff me to. Tonight, you can do anything you want to my body. And don't go easy on me. I want you to have a good time. Happy birthday Gordon."

To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com