Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 15:13:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason <jason99usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rent Matthew - Part 11

Matthew spends more time with Jose and Alex.  The kid decides to take the
next step in his relationship with his professor, and fails.


Rent Matthew -- Part 11
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Friendship and sex, the two don't generally go together.  Yet Matthew's
relationship with Jose was just that.  They laughed, they enjoyed each
other's company, and they remained good friends despite the fact that they
were having sex almost daily.


"Jose, I want you to teach me what you know."


Matthew spent more time with his friend, learning from Jose's experience.
He gets Jose to teach him other things, pleasures he never imagined possible,
things Jose knew so well.  Always something new, always in a different
position.  It was a joy ride that kept coming back.

Jose really did have feelings for his friend, yet the kid could not return them.
Asking for love but getting free, uninterrupted sex.  In many ways, it was a
good deal.  Yet it wasn't.  Jose went along because it was great sex, but it
was slowly beginning to tear him apart from the inside out.

Early morning and in the middle of the night, but never in the afternoon,
they fucked continuously, sporadically, always in the same room.  Whenever
Jose wanted the kid he'd go into Matthew's room and take him on the spot.
Whatever he was doing didn't matter, combing his hair, listening to music, it
didn't matter.  If Jose wanted to fuck his friend, he'd do it.

Countless times they fucked.  Jose did it from behind, one hand on
Matthew's left shoulder, holding him in place, the other hand free, thrusting.
Sometimes letting his free hand roam across the kid's smooth skin, feeling
his neck, sometimes grasping and tugging, something feeling Matthew up.
At times he'll jack him off, at other times he'll just tease the kid.

Countless times they mate.  Matthew held onto a dresser, a chair, a desk, a
window frame, always looking ahead.  At moments he'll look back, make
eye contact, show his teeth.  Those miraculous white teeth.

Matthew's goofy grin stimulated a longer, harder, more sustained effort
from Jose.  He wanted to please his friend, he wanted to show him what he
could do. Jose wanted to use Matthew's body in the worse way.  He
understood it wasn't love.  He loved Matthew, but the kid has feelings for
someone else.  After one of their many fuck sessions, Jose spoke up.


"I want to do it again."

"You didn't have enough?  I wasn't enough?"

"I'll never have enough of you, Matt."

"In that case you'll have to wait till next time."

"Please," pleaded Jose, as he felt the kid's hard torso.

"No."

"I'll do anything for you Matt."

"I know, I would too.  For you I mean, but I need to leave."

"You're meeting him aren't you?"

"And why does that concern you?"


Jose was silent.  They had argued on this point before.  He couldn't hide his
disappointment.  He loved the kid with all he had.


"Jose, I need you to be clear, what we have between us is friendship.  There
can be nothing more."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to go through this right now," said Matthew as he picked up
his clothes and started to put them on.

"I'll tell you why.  It's because you're in love with someone else, because
I'm not good enough for you."

"That's bullshit and you know it," shot back Matthew.  "Look, I'm tired and
I have to be somewhere.  Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night."


* * * * *


Matthew was sad he had to leave Jose in such a way.  But Jose was being
unreasonable.  He gave his body to Jose like he did to no one else.  And Jose
was certainly taking advantage of it.  They were fucking all the time.  And if
it weren't for the farm responsibilities, they would have fucked even more.
What more could Jose want?  He had already made it clear to his friend he
did not have feelings for him.  He could not.

But his relationship troubles with Jose had to be put aside, for Alex needed
him.  And, in many ways, he needed Alex.

Matthew met up with Alex, and the two spend more time with each other.
They goof off in downtown for a bit, wasting time but enjoying it.  Matthew
wanted as much as possible to be seen in public with Alex.  He wanted the
rest of the world to know that Alex was his best friend, and that if you did
not like Alex, then you could never be friends with Matthew.

Later that night, they go clubbing again.  This time it's a rave party.  The
music is hypnotic.  You could feel the rhythm, you could feel the vibes in
the room.  The furtive glances, the elusive look, all kinds of styles and
characters.  The grungy look, the tight, sleek Scandinavian look, the
fashionable Italian look.

Kids with colored tubes of liquor, kids passing joints, kids with pacifiers in
their mouths and large beads strung around their necks.  Sweaty, gorgeous
bodies warping, maneuvering through the crowd, bobbing to the music,
jumping.  Hands up in the air, twisting, nodding their heads, welcoming you
into a trance.


"Dude, did you have a good time?"

"Yeah I did.  It was fun."

"Good.  I'm glad you did.  You looked pretty hot out there.  Leading the
crowd with your moves.  You were top dog."

"Whatever, Matt," denied Alex, though he really was a great dancer.


The two get a ride from some friends they met at the club.  They're dropped
off at Alex's house.  It was a smart thing Matthew didn't drive, because he
was pretty stoned.


"Matt."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have feelings for my sister?"

"No, Alex.  I don't.  She's very attractive, but I don't."

"And did you do anything to her recently?"

"We kissed," admitted Matthew.  Almost immediately, the look on his face
became terror.  The last time they argued about Sarah, Alex had hit
Matthew.  "I'm sorry, Alex.  I should have told you.  I'm so stupid to hide
things like this from you.  Please don't be mad."

"It's OK, Matt.  She told me what happened.  She admitted her role, and
promised to leave you alone," assured Alex.  "She did that after... after I
told her that I think... I'm in love with you."

Before Matthew could reply, Sarah opened the door to let them in.  And
before they knew it, the night was over and Matthew went home alone.


* * * * *


Like water or air, Jose had become necessary to Matthew.  He had been
having sex his whole life.  Then tragedy hit his family, and he had given it
up for a period.  His revival into the life of orgies had come from all
directions, Madeline, Professor Hubbard, Sarah.  But it was Jose that
brought it back with thunderous applause.

As usual, they stared at each other as they fucked.  It had become almost
routine.  Fuck long and hard, like it was the end of the world, rest, then fuck
some more.  But today it was different.  Jose had banged Matthew for what
seemed like over an hour.  He would bring the kid to the brink, stop,
continue at a slow pace, then speed up again.


"I need to cum Jose."


As so many girls had held onto Matthew's butt while he fucked them,
Matthew held onto Jose, urging him to go deeper, urging him to continue.
And when Jose had finally given in to the kid, it was explosive.  He must
have shot at least 12 times, as had Matthew.


"Dude, that was pretty intense," said Matthew, wiping the beads of sweat off
his beaming face.


Jose lay breathless, propped up by several pillows beside the kid.  Matthew
seemed exhausted, drenched in sweat with a silly grin on his face.  It was too
good to last.  It was too good.


"You called me Tom."

"What?"

"You called me `Tom' when we fucked.  You're on a first name basis with
your professor now."

"I'm sorry Jose."

"Don't apologize.  I just want to know how I compare."

"We haven't done it."

"You're kidding me, right?  With a body like yours and he hasn't touched
you?"

"We haven't fucked.  I've given him head, but we haven't fucked."

"Does he reciprocate?"

"No," admitted Matthew.

"He doesn't want to, or you prefer not to receive it?"

"I don't know."

"So you're his bitch, in other words."

"And I'm not yours," answered Matthew.

"It's different.  I fuck you, but I also make sure you get off.  I fuck you, but I
also love you more than I love doing you."

Deep down, Matthew knew Jose was right.  He usually was.  But he wanted
to change the subject nevertheless.  "How did you lose your virginity?"

"It happened when I was fourteen.  She was 16, and wanted to be my
girlfriend.  I wanted some relief, so we did it in the girl's bathroom at
school.  We both excused ourselves to go to the restroom and then locked
the door behind us.  My uncle and aunt got called away the next day, and I
never saw her again.  I remember she had nice tits.  I remember her muffled
cries when she had her first orgasm.  She was cute."

"And when was your first time with a guy."

"I was 16, and he was like 25.  It was when my parents had been killed from
a freaking raid.  We were illegal immigrants and some vigilante group had
decided to correct our legal status."

"I'm sorry Jose," interrupted Matthew.  "I didn't mean to bring this up."

"No, it's OK.  I never told you.  I never told anyone before, but I want you
to know.  It was after my parents had been killed.  I ran away, I had to get
away.  I hitched a ride with this older kid I knew.  He went out of his way to
get me where I wanted to be, which was as far away as possible.  He hung
out with me for a few days, until I caught him jacking off, looking at a gay
porn magazine.  He gave me head that night, and I ditched him the next
morning."


Like no moment before this, Matthew felt something for his friend.  Jose had
had a tragic life, something that most of us are fortunate enough to avoid.
He was made an orphan from cruelty and injustice.  No wonder Jose's uncle
and aunt took care of him so well.  And no wonder he was so loyal to his
uncle and aunt.  His parents would have been proud to know the Jose
Matthew knew today.


"Was he at least cute?"

"Of course.  All guys that wanna have sex with me are cute?"

"Yeah, you think I'm cute?" teased Matthew.

"I think the way you open your mouth when I fuck you is cute."

"Whatever!"


Matthew looked over and saw Jose playing with himself, slowly moving the
foreskin over the head and pulling it back, repeating the procedure without
end.  To Matthew, it was mesmerizing.  He had to get another taste of it, so
they end up fucking like rabbits again.


As Jose pounded the kid, as they looked into each other's eyes, Matthew
asked, "So who were you... fucking... before me?  Because that person...
must be very unhappy now."

"What makes you think... I'm still not fucking them?" grunted Jose, as he
continued to hump the kid with all his might.

"You two timing... bastard!" hollered Matthew, as he felt the large cock fill
him again.  It was tearing him apart.

"I don't hear... any complaining."

"That's only... because you have such an awesome... cock," gasped
Matthew.

"And I can fuck you... like this... forever."


And it was true.  It felt like they had continued to fuck forever.  But what
Matthew feared the most was what Jose had pointed out.  He didn't want to
be anyone's bitch.  He wanted a relationship.  Yet he was guilty himself, for
he had never given his heart away until now.


* * * * *


Love hurts.  And when you love someone you do everything you can for the
other person.  So when Matthew received an invitation from his professor to
come over, there was no question what'd he do.


"I'll be right over."


When Matthew arrived, Professor Hubbard was washing his truck, so he
rolled up his sleeves and gave his teacher a hand.  Wet, soap, and rinse, the
procedure was simple, but doing it with someone he cared about made it fun.
Furtive glances and smiles passed between the two, each pretending to get
work done.  Not surprisingly, they end up spraying each other, playing a
silly game of who could get the other more wet.  Perhaps too easily,
Matthew loses.


"Mind if I shower first?" asked Matthew.

"No.  Just hand me your clothes.  I'll dry them for you."


Leaving his clothes on the outside of the bathroom door, the kid stepped into
a warm shower, which engulfed his body like he belonged to it.  Jose had
been especially rough with him lately, taking him to new heights.  Yet it was
all worth it, for he had finally become comfortable in bed, he was no longer
inexperienced when it came to the same sex.  As he took his shower, he
thought about what he was prepared to do for someone he felt so strongly
about.

Descending the stairs, he wore a towel wrapped around his waist.  Cautious
of his surrounding, he felt nervous about what to expect.  His clothes were
still in the dryer so he would be underdressed for some time.  Professor
Hubbard saw his student before he reached the kitchen.  What he saw was
breathtaking.


"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yeah, do you have milk?  Thanks."


As Matthew emptied the glass, Professor Hubbard concentrated on the
contours of his body, marveling at the way the kid drank the white liquid,
wondering what else he'd be willing to drink.  Silently, the two look at each
other, non-verbally communicating what words could not.

Matthew went over to the sink to rinse the glass.  He had come prepared, but
was, nevertheless, surprised with how fast things had progressed.  When he
had least expected it, Professor Hubbard approached from behind and ran his
hand along the kid's smooth, tanned back.  Matthew could feel himself
being touched, being desired.  Eager to give in, the kid turned around to let
his professor feel his face, neck, and chest.  He closed his eyes and leaned
his head back, while Professor Hubbard stroked his body, experimenting,
memorizing what made the kid hot.


"I feel like we've been in this situation before." said Matthew.

"Yeah, and the last time you chose to keep the towel on."

"Do I have a choice this time?"

"You always have a choice," answered Professor Hubbard, as he continued
to run his hand along his student's arms and chest.


The heat from his body kept Matthew silent.  He looked at his professor,
who looked back at him, exchanging looks, exchanging the inevitable.  They
were going to finally do it, and they both knew it.


"What do you want from me?"

"I want to fuck you."


It only took a moment to think about his response.  He thought twice,
hesitated, and then acted on his impulse.  Matthew sidestepped his professor,
and walked straight into the living room.  Turning around to face his teacher,
he waited in silence, then pulled the towel off, revealing an impressive cock.
The expression he observed, the grin, the rising eyebrows, showed him his
professor was pleased.


"Nice package."

"I'm yours, if you want me."


Professor Hubbard approached his student.  He wavered, before placing his
hand on the kid's neck.  Moving it down and across the tight frame, he felt
the warmth, the smooth, hard rises and ridges.  He finally had access to the
kid's body, all of it, and it pleased him immensely.

Up until now, he wasn't sure what he wanted.  All the girls, all the women
he had banged, all of them loved the feeling of his throbbing organ in them.
And he had enjoyed it too.  Though Matthew was the first guy he had ever
touched, he was willing to use the kid to further experiment with his inner
self, the part that could enjoy someone of the same sex.  But what did it
mean, him and the kid, what were the implications?  There was only one
way to find out.

Goosebumps appeared on his flesh, as he felt his teacher's hands explore his
body.  This is what he wanted, to be wanted, to be desired by someone he
wanted.  But this didn't last long, as his impatience got the better half of
him.  He decided it was enough foreplay, and went in for the kill.

Matthew looked into his teacher's eyes, the deep pools of blue that looked
back at him.  Transfixed, he searched for some sort of a sign, before his lips
move in.  He wanted a kiss, but before he was successful, strong  hands held
his head, holding him in place.  And when he saw Professor Hubbard return
the look of disappointment, when he felt the silent kiss on his forehead, he
knew at that precise moment, that he had become someone else's bitch.

Hands guided him down, and he fell victim to another person's desires.  He
helped his teacher remove his clothes, and a large, well-defined chest
emerged from the shirt.  Feeling the hardness underneath, he was impressed.
Matthew bit his lip.  A bit indecisive, he brought his mouth to his professor's
right nipple, and made contact.  He kissed and licked his way down the
muscular torso, tasting his teacher as he moved across the edible regions.

Getting down on his knees, the kid stared at the large shaft in front of him.
Mesmerized, he wanted to go for the gold, but chose not to.  Then he
changed his mind.  Bringing the tip of his tongue to the head, he teased and
licked the helmet, causing Professor Hubbard to moan.


"That feels good, Matthew."


Matthew then swallowed his professor, adjusting to the size, impaling
himself onto the large shaft.  Testing his limits, he pushed himself further,
stretching his lips to the hilt.  Wet and glistening, the cock emerged from his
mouth as he pulled back, before he deep throated it again.

For Professor Hubbard, it was fascinating to see the kid try to take it down.
Women had tried and failed before, but he could see that Matthew really
wanted to please him, he could see that the kid was quite experienced.  And
in many ways, he didn't want the kid to fail either.  Being engulfed by the
warm, soft mouth got him harder.


"Hold on.  Let me get a condom."


Matthew retrieved a condom from his wallet, and got back down on his
knees.  Licking the shaft one more time, he then proceeded to roll the rubber
onto his professor.  Once done, he looked up, then made his way up.

The look he saw was of raw desire, like he was a piece of meat.  But that's
what he wanted, to be whatever Professor Hubbard wanted him to be.
Turning around, he placed his palms on the table, and awaited for the
inevitable.

Professor Hubbard traced his back, the warm skin enticing a different kind
of heat.  He took the time to enjoy the kid's body, touching Matthew from
behind, running his hand down the kid's back, feeling Matthew in all the
right places.  He kissed his student's neck, then shoulders, eliciting a
nervous shudder.


"I've wanted this for a long time."


Pushing himself in, Professor Hubbard felt a surge of heat, taking himself all
the way in.   He enjoyed the new position.  Leaning forward, resting himself
against the kid's back, he could feel the heat transfer from the kid's body to
his.  He had gone all the way in, and was waiting for the kid to adjust to his
size.  Pulling back, he drew his cock half way out, and then plunged it in
again.  Starting meticulously slow, he began to thrust harder.  All the way in,
all the way out, taking the wind out of kid.

Encouraged by his desire to control, Professor Hubbard took advantage of
the situation, ramming Matthew against the table.  The picture of a tough kid
splayed on his table, handsome, arrogant, a jock receiving it up the ass
excited him.  It was insane.

Giving it his all, he got immense pleasure from the act of mating with his
own student.  Tight, yet willing, the anal cavity received his manhood like it
was meant to be.  Leaning into the body, his hands moved across the smooth
skin while he fucked the kid mercilessly.

He fucked the kid like it was the end of the world, enjoying the feeling of
dominating another member of the same sex.  After a considerable amount
of time, he got close.  And when he had reached the point of no return,
Professor Hubbard climaxed, spraying his load up the kid's ass and into the
condom.  All his life, he had banged chicks, and gotten off on it.  Matthew
was his first male fuck.  Much more than what he had expected, the kid was
something else.


"Tom, I'm late for work."

"Thanks for coming over, Matthew."


Once again, Matthew left unsatisfied.  He had given himself to his professor,
he had taken the next step, but he wasn't so sure it was all worth it.  Sure it
was.  That's what love is about.  It was Gordon that had suggested he give
himself away completely, and he had.

Sometimes love hurts more than one can expect, sometimes love works in
mysterious ways.  After several hours at the restaurant slicing onions and
serving food, Mathew helped with the dishes.  And when he and his manager
called it a night, he took a detour to pick up his book bag.  He had left it at
Professor Hubbard's house.

But when he got there and the door opened, it was not who he had expected.
A scantily clad woman answered the door.  A red-head.  She wore a
disturbing expression, like she had just had the time of her life.  And when
his professor dropped by to see who it was, they stared at each other.  Guilt,
disappointment, and shame, fighting, colliding into one moment, one
manifestation.

There was no reason to explain, for it was all too apparent, so Matthew took
off without saying a word.  As far as he was concerned, he didn't need an
explanation, for he had become a fool for love.


* * * * *


To Be Continued...
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