Rent Matthew

Matthew heads back home and discovers things have changed. His new professor takes advantage of him, and vice versa.

Rent Matthew - Part V jason99usa@yahoo.com

Matthew makes the arduous trek back to Georgia. Rain, storm, and cold weather cover his tracks. The plane ride was long, and his heart felt empty.

Matthew knew "why" his mom loved his stepfather, because his stepfather worshipped his mom and was kind and generous to her, good to her the way a lady should be treated. But he never really understood "how" his mom could love his stepfather. His mom was a bombshell, his stepfather plain. Perhaps true love doesn't require good-looks. Nevertheless, Matthew was determined never to marry.

Arriving back home, his objectives were to comfort his mom and take care of all the funeral arrangements, responsibilities he worked hard at completing.

At the burial, a crowd gathers to show their support. Alex, Matthew's best friend from childhood, shows up.

Alex was disappointed in Matthew. Matthew had not called Alex up or even acknowledged him since his return. But Alex was reasonable and couldn't hold a grudge against Matthew. Death in the family does that to a person.

Still, Alex and Matthew were close, and Matthew should have called.

Growing up, the two friends shared everything. Homework, food, clothes, money, stories. Everything.

Whenever they were together, the unmistakable fact everyone commented on, or at least thought about, was their looks, as both were young, masculine, and very attractive.

Beauty is normally a word one would reserve to describe a girl. But Alex fit the description well without being feminine. His body was taunt, his facial features sharp. His smile was seductive yet innocent. His eyebrows, strong yet exact. And he excelled at sports.

Alex was the true all-American kid. Blond, blue-eyes, and unusually handsome, he was Matthews rival in every respect. Except he was shy and less confident, or perhaps that was more due to the fact that he never really needed to be assertive or openly sure of himself, for he was always around Matthew and his friend always protected him.

Matthew cared about Alex the way a brother cares for his own kind. And Alex always looked up to Matthew, willing to be his friend's side-kick, never regretting any moment they spent together.

Every athlete or cheerleader wanted to hang out with them, and they were invited to all the wild rave parties. Yet there was never a real rivalry between the two.

Matthew and Alex even got in trouble and were punished together. They were a good pair.

Matthew gives a short speech about his late stepfather's devotion and love to his family, and how his mom and he will miss his dad. Walking off the platform, Matthew veers away from the crowd but quickly changes direction when he realizes Alex is right in front. Alex catches up, and it is Alex that makes the first move.

"Hey Matt, wait up."

"Hey."

"You've been avoiding me," accuses Alex.

"Sorry, I've been going through a lot."

"Which is why you should've called. I could help"

"I don't need your help," returns Matthew.

"Bullshit, you know we're closer than that." Alex looked nervous but determined.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we are."

"Listen Alex, I need to be alone."

"Sorry buddy. I'm not going to let you."

"Alex," says Matthew as he winces in pain, "Please, Alex. I need to be alone."

"Not till you promise me you won't do anything stupid."

"I'm OK Alex, really. I won't do anything to myself."

"And you're going to see me in a week."

"Yeah, I promise."

"And if you don't then I know it means we're no longer friends."

"What does that suppose to mean?"

"You tell me Matt."

"Alex..."

"I'll see you in a week. I missed you Matt."

Back at the farm, Matthew quietly tends to all the reception details, making sure the guests have enough to eat. Always quick to mop up mishaps or refill drinks, he avoids chatting with any of his high school friends or looking at anyone directly in the eyes.

At one point he overhears a hushed conversation about Alex, but he quietly leaves before confirming what it was about. He didn't want to think about Alex or anyone else. He just wanted to be alone.

After a long day, all but a few of the guests have left and Matthew starts cleaning up. Although a few distant neighbors had stayed back to help out, it was Matthew who swept the floors and moved most of the heavy furniture back in place.

Manual labor helped him to forget the pain that was his life.

It takes Matthew 4 weeks of back-breaking work to get the farm business in shape. In the process, he lost a lot of weight and his muscles got tighter.

His hair, recently dyed, was further bleached white and blond from the harsh sun. It contrasted well with the rest of him. His perfect tan grew more noticeable as summer approached. Although his new look attracted a lot of attention, he was too busy worrying about the farm.

Matthew promised his mom he would run the business for another 6 months, until they could harvest the crop and generate positive cash flow. Then they'd put the farm up for sale and use the proceeds to move back to San Diego, where Matthew's grandparents live.

As to Matthew's education, it would be put on hold until everything was settled. Divided between work and his mom, Matthew's life is a hard one. Getting up at the crack of dawn, he heads out into the field to tend the crops and, later, farm animals, chores his father and him use to share, but now all on his shoulders.

After the initial six weeks, he gets help from some migrant farm workers, the ones his late stepfather had contracted to arrive before the heart attack. Although there was little to offer the farm hands, he wrote a contract to give them a generous share of the crops, and agreed to let them make their living quarters in the separate structure attached to the barn.

The farm hands had known his late stepfather, and had worked on the farm on many occasions, so they didn't require much supervision. Matthew trusted them as his father had.

With relief from much of the farm business, he's able to register at the local junior college for a couple of general requirement courses.

To pay for books and groceries, he gets a job at the local restaurant in town, taking orders and serving authentic Southern dishes. It wasn't a real surprise that, after his arrival, foot traffic went up.

Many familiar faces from grade school visited his work place to chat about old times and, particularly the female customers, ask him out. After all, he was the best looking, friendliest, and most efficient worker. Due to Matthew's busy schedule and rough life, he declined invitations to go out, even though he was certainly tempted on a daily basis.

At the local community college, Matthew signs up for and gets a small baseball scholarship. Being a natural for sports, he used practice time as a means to release pent-up stress and tension. But when Matthew fails an important calculus midterm, his athletic scholarship is put at great risk.

He's asked to stay behind and is advised that he should drop the course and retake it next semester because he's missed so much work already. His poor attendance and non-existent class participation reinforced the decision.

Disappointed, Matthew explains his situation and pleads the professor for leniency. After extensive an extensive and persistent discussion, the professor agrees to allow Matthew to retake the exam but he would still be penalized one letter grade. He would need to take the exam in the professor's office.

Quick to notice where the professor's mind had intermittently drifted to during the discussion, Matthew decides he's going to use his skills to make sure he doesn't turn out to be a failure, like his biological father had.

Before the exam date, Matthew pays a visit to the professor's office to get extra tutoring. The professor is pleased with Matthew's initiative and interest in school work.

Not exactly a perfect substitute for class attendance, making it to office hours was a good sign of determination and persistence in the academic world. But the professor's excitement was also due to his physical attraction for the youth. The rugged, worn out jeans and red T-shirt Matthew wore could not hide the body he had underneath. The kid's chest and tight abdominals were visible.

Professor Hubbard was not the typical member of the faculty. He was 30 and incredibly handsome. An Abercrombie & Fitch type jock, he graduated from Princeton, played baseball, and earned his PHD from Stanford.

A rising star at the school, he was known for his enthusiasm and ability to teach. His good looks only added to his persona. Students and members of the faculty alike had deep crushes on him.

He worked out regularly, and kept in shape. In fact, he didn't look much older than when he was an undergraduate, though he seemed more developed and complete in all the right places.

Back when he was an undergraduate, he was one sought after kid. A member of the wildest fraternity at one of best known universities, all the local girls were crazy about him.

Sure he dated frequently, and sure he banged chicks every other night, but deep down he knew he was attracted to the same sex. Having never explored his true side, he felt repressed and made sure he directed his frustrations through the intensity of his bed manners, which always pleased his female partners. His roommates got used to and expected regular appreciative moans from his bedroom.

Going into the teaching profession was a surprise to the people that knew him. He was more the athletic, male model type. He could have worn underwear for magazines, but he chose to teach instead. Nevertheless, teaching agreed with his talents. And catching the occasional glimpse of a hot college stud on campus was an added benefit.

Professor Hubbard never felt so strongly attracted to a male student before. Matthew was different from the others. The kid exuded a kind of raw sensuality from everything he did. The way Matthew talked, the way he walked, it drove all the girls in his class, included himself, crazy. Even looking at the kid sitting in his chair brought sensation to his groin. The fact that Matthew was on academic probation presented an opportunity for Professor Hubbard to get closer to his student.

After struggling with the answers to the practice problems on the chalkboard, Professor Hubbard gives Matthew some special attention.

"Do you need some help?"

"Yeah, will you? I mean, please."

"Sure," says Professor Hubbard, as he let out a weak smile. He began to teach Matthew the intricacies of calculus.

It was now or never, thought Matthew. He needed the grade badly, and he felt desperate.

As the professor takes the chalk from Matthew and instructs him on the proper way to solve the problem, Matthew makes the first move. He's discreet at first, taking his time and waiting for the right moment, but he didn't have all day either.

Standing close behind, Matthew shoots one question after the other over the professor's shoulders. The kid moves closer, close enough without touching his teacher.

Although he feels Matthew's warmth from behind, Professor Hubbard decides not to challenge the intrusion. Just being in the same room with the kid excited him. He had never done a guy before, let alone a student, but Matthew was one hot kid.

Standing close to the professor felt different. Matthew had never seduced a guy before, except maybe Gordon. But that was different. Professor Hubbard was different. Successful, handsome, and passionate, he had it all.

"Can you do this part again? I'm not sure I got the point."

"Sure... let's take a step back... I mean, start here..." continues Professor Hubbard.

Momentarily sensing the lack of resistance, Matthew moves forward to point to a particular line on the chalkboard. Leaning in, he trips and falls forward, grabbing a hold of his teacher in the process. Arms and hands around Professor Hubbard's upper body, Matthew leaves his hard chest to rest against his teacher's back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that," says Matthew, as he catches himself off balance and clumsily moves back.

"It's OK."

"No, it isn't... I'm sorry."

"Really. It's OK."

"I don't think you understand," admits Matthew. "I haven't been entirely honest with you Professor Hubbard."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is... While I do have a problem with math... the real reason why I showed up to your office hours today is because... I wanted to spend time with you."

"That's perfectly fine. I like spending time with my students whenever I have the chance. That's what office hours are for." Though curious about what the youth had to say, he was more interested in looking the kid over. Like Gordon before him, he began to picture the boy shirtless.

"No, that's not what I meant... I like you Professor Hubbard... in a way you probably didn't suspect..."

"You mean to say..."

"I find you attractive."

Professor Hubbard was amazed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. One of his hottest students was gay. There couldn't have been any better truth. At the same time, he knew there would be consequences to any sin committed on his part.

"Matthew, thanks for the compliment..." continued Professor Hubbard. "Nevertheless, students and professors aren't allowed to have a romantic relationship."

"Who said I wanted a relationship?" responded Matthew, whose grin seemed somewhat mischievous, "You have a great body."

Professor Hubbard is amazed because he feels the kid is the one with the incredible figure, but doesn't tell Matthew so. He's too worried what this might mean in the long term. Sure he wanted the kid, but he wasn't experienced with the same sex, and he didn't want the risk.

"I can tell you've kept in shape. Your body is much more defined than mine," adds Matthew.

Momentarily worried, Professor Hubbard responds abruptly, "Matthew, we shouldn't be having this conversation."

"I know. I was mistaken. I'm sorry Professor Hubbard. I'll just take my bag and leave... It must have been hard though..."

"What do you mean?"

"Being faithful to your profession, having never broken the rule and had a relationship with a student... must have been hard on your students... explained Matthew, as he kept his eye contact with his teacher, "I'm sorry for being so up front with you today. I'll let myself out."

Professor Hubbard was shocked. Only in his dreams could this happen. One of the most gorgeous kids he's ever taught found him desirable. Yet he wasn't open enough to respond. It was now or never, yet he lost his chance.

Matthew left with an appearance of worry and confusion, yet deep down he was confident his plan would work. He was prepared to do anything to stay in school. Anything.

The next evening Matthew pays the professor another visit, but this time he comes with a pink slip, requesting to drop the class because he's too distracted.

Speaking of distraction, the kid looked amazing. Opened at the chest, the blue long-sleeved silk shirt hung loosely around Matthew's body. Dreaming about this moment for the past 24 hours, the professor talks Matthew out of it, and agrees to tutor him.

"Really? You'd tutor me?"

"Yes..."

"I'm sorry," expresses Matthew, as he gives a goofy grin, "for last night..."

"It's OK."

"I didn't really want to drop your class... unless I had to. I don't want to fail either."

Matthew smiles meekly, even as his teacher hands him the four-page make up exam.

After about 45 minutes, Professor Hubbard observes his student has not made much progress on the exam. He decides to break the rule and help Matthew solve the problem on the board. Maybe offering assistance would help him connect back with last night's moment. Of course, asking Matthew to write the problem on the board was also a good excuse to look at the kid undisturbed from behind.

"It's hot in here," says Matthew as he takes his shirt off, leaving the black tank top to accentuate his body. His bare arms and the swell of his chest initiated demonic thoughts from his professor.

Taking advantage of the situation Professor Hubbard uses the remote control to increase the room temperature. The kid was hot, and his professor was secretly hoping he would take it all off. The only question Professor Hubbard really wanted answered was, would he.

After 4 math problems it becomes obvious to Matthew the heater was purposely left on. There wasn't any other way to get to his professor than to act now.

"Professor Hubbard, the heat in this room is killing me," complains Matthew, as he, unexpectedly, pulls his tank top off, revealing the kind of ripped body the professor had only dreamed of. "Can you help me out with this problem?"

Words could not describe his teacher's reaction. It was fear, ecstasy, and hunger, all unfolding from his eyes. The kid was beautiful. From his muscular torso to his smooth chest, he had the body of a male supermodel, the kind that fashion designers pay for to walk the catwalk, the kind that rich women paid for to satisfy their animal urges.

Professor Hubbard agrees to help while Matthew leans back on his desk, looking sensuous and grinning from ear to ear. He was going to play along with his teacher. And he intended to be the one in control.

"You look great from behind," teases the kid, which causes his professor to blush.

"How old are you Matthew?"

"Old enough to make my own decisions... I'm 18 if you're worried about the law."

As he copies his professor's answers onto his exam sheet, Matthew feels somewhat guilty. Cheating wasn't part of his nature. Sex and seduction were, but creating an unfair advantage over others wasn't.

"That was incredible Professor Hubbard. What you just did for me. I feel I have a better grasp for the material," said Matthew as he rubbed his abs. "You want something from me?"

"I want to make sure you know the material."

"I'm not a slacker Professor Hubbard, if that's what you mean. I'm not bright, but I'm willing to work hard. I'm sorry I had to maintain my scholarship this way. I didn't have a choice."

"I know. I heard about your family situation. I understand."

"Thanks, but I don't take charity," said Matthew as he unfasten the first button on his jeans. "Can I do something for you?"

"No. Don't worry about it. I'm flattered, but..."

"I don't give head. I mean, I've never done it before."

"It's not necessary Matthew..."

"You're scared. I can tell you're new to this. You've never done this before."

"I've never done anything with a guy."

"I'm not your ordinary guy, Professor Hubbard," responds Matthew as his lips began to form another smile. "But seriously, we don't have to do anything. I can like, mow your lawn... clean your garage, take the trash out or something. You tell me."

"Sure. That's sounds reasonable."

"I'll leave my number with you," said Matthew, as he began to pull his clothes back on. "Call me, will you?"

"Sure Matthew."

"I'll be back for the final examination though. I'll need your help with that too. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, not at all. I'll be glad to help."

"I'll look through the material you recommended going over. Thanks, for everything. I really mean it. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm more than just a face or body."

"Good. Keep up on your assignments and you should be fine."

"Yeah, I know" And just so you know, Professor Hubbard," adds Matthew as he opens the door to leave. "A warmer room would probably get me to strip more of my clothes off... and may even get me to do things I wouldn't normally do with my teacher..."

Matthew left with a bad feeling in his gut. He had embarked on a dangerous seduction. It was different than anything he had ever done.

Gordon had wanted his body with a passion, and Matthew had given it to him. Professor Hubbard was different. His teacher wasn't playing hard to get. He just wasn't interested. Yet Matthew pursued. It didn't feel right. Or was there a different reason or motivation for his behavior? He had to find out.

"Take your shirt off. I want a good look at you."

Professor Hubbard took his shirt off and looked at his date with hungry eyes. She was maybe 19 herself and the cheer leader type. She needed some tutoring. It was a different kind he was willing to offer.

"Your turn."

As the young women pulled her sweater off, Professor Hubbard approached, slid his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Pressing his lips against her mouth, he wanted to taste her.

She hesitated but became completely consumed in her date's charm. Mouth to mouth, it was one of those incredible connections. She went down on him, tasting her way down his neck, chest and rock hard stomach.

When she reached his belly button, she inserted her tongue. It elicited the right response from her date, but she wanted more. She wanted the older man's sex. Judging from the way he kissed, he was extremely experienced.

Fumbling with the pants, she managed to open his trousers and slide it off. He was very big. Nice bulge. Nice length. He was well-endowed.

"Get up here. I want to taste you," gasped Professor Hubbard, as he pulled her up to his lips. Crushing her face with his mouth, he intended to give her the time of her life.

Reaching behind her, he unfastened her braw, and immediately put his mouth to her breasts. They were young and taunt. Beautiful by all standards. And the tips were hard.

"GOD you're good. Keep it up and I'll cum soon. Please... I want to feel you inside me."

She was light and so he was able to pick her up and carry her relatively quick to his bedroom. Once on his bed, he stripped her like an experienced chef skinning a fish. All her clothes piled on the floor, he kissed her inner thigh before sliding his tongue into her vagina.

She let out a muffled cry of bitter-sweet pain. It was painfully good. He was a master at eliciting the right reaction. Intense and suffocating, he knew how to overpower his dates with the right kind of sensual touch, pleasing them to the brink of ecstasy.

Munching on her clitoris, he involved his lips as well as his tongue. She was about to cum.

"Please... let me have it now," gasped the girl.

It was fun to hear his partners beg for it. But he wasn't in the mood tonight. He needed fast relief. He moved off and instructed, "Fine. I want to come before you put a condom on me. Put your mouth on me."

Professor Hubbard had to admit. She had a great body for someone that young. Like most men, a women's body becomes more defined after the teenage years. His date had grown up faster than her peers.

Her mouth felt good on him. She had done it before, he knew. As the first shot hit the back of her throat, she gasped. He wasn't only big, but he had a lot in him. She nursed on him until his eruption subsided. He tasted good. Sweet and somewhat salty.

"Thanks. You're turn," said Professor Hubbard. "You sure you want it in you?"

"Yes. I've never wanted anything more. Please let me have it."

Pulling her up to him, he tasted himself from her mouth. She was young and would do. He pulled a condom on and placed his dick on the lips of her vagina. She was wet.

"Please. Don't tease me. I've waited all night for this."

He maneuvered his instrument along the walls of her lips, eliciting moans of aggression from her.

"I can't stand it any more. Give it to me."

He pulled out, only to bring his mouth to her pussy. He got his nose wet and licked her once. Then brought his nose to her mouth. The moment she sucked on his nose, he inserted himself into her. Her cries were muffled, but it was sheer happiness.

"GOD you're large. Do it. Play rough. Please."

It took maybe 20 minutes for her to climax. She wanted to climax several times, but each time he'd slow down, even pulling out. Torturing her was fun. But like all his partners, she liked it that way. Because when he did reinsert himself, he pushed her to her limits. He was quick, fast, and powerful. Every invasion and return was intense, hard, and took his entire body to pull off. For sure, her groin would hurt tomorrow. But she would remember the night forever, comparing all subsequent partners with his skills.

"You can stay the night, but I need to go," said Professor Hubbard.

"You're kidding me. You don't want any more?"

"You're one hot number, but as I told you when I met you, I'm only looking for a one-night stand."

"But the night isn't over baby. You don't want a repeat?"

"As much as I would like to say yes, I can't."

"You're married aren't you? You're too good to be single. You have an amazing body. Nice, hard chest, arms, and six pack. And your bed manners came from a lot of practice and understanding. Your wife's some lucky woman."

"Thanks for the compliment. You're amazing yourself. You're going to make someone real happy one day."

"Thanks. Can I have another kiss before I leave?" asked the girl, as she began to pull her clothes back on.

"No, because I know if I give you one, it'll be a longer night, and I don't have the time."

"Will I see you again?" asked the girl as he walked her out the door and into her car. He decided to be nice and leaned in for a kiss, fulfilling her every fantasies. "Perhaps in my wildest dreams yes."

He drove to the gym as she drove off. He needed another workout bad. He was too frustrated and disturbed from the day's events. How could he feel so much for his student. He could probably teach the kid one or two things other than math. But he was uncertain about what this might mean in the long run.

To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com