Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 14:04:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason <jason99usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rent Matthew - Part 15

Matthew gives an older man what he wants in the back seat of a car, and gets
a free ticket to Europe, where he begins his search for his father.  On his
way, he meets an old friend.


Rent Matthew -- Part 15
jason99usa@yahoo.com


He was confused and emotionally upset at how things had turned out.  At
how his best friend was allowed to die and how the murderers got away
without taking responsibility for what had happened.  Depressed, he became
discouraged and even mad at himself for not being able to do anything about
it.  So he did what any guy would do in his shoes.  He ran to the nearest city
to get wasted.

The clatter of his shoes against the hard pavement sent chills through the air,
like ripples on the surface of still water, moving outward.  The traffic
couldn't stop him from what he was about to do.  The rain couldn't slow him
down either, until a black limousine pulled up beside him in the back alley
of an abandoned part of town.  The shaded rear window electrically rolled
down and he was asked by the man inside to hop in.  And when the door
opened to let him in, Matthew did what he had never done before.  He got in
the back seat of a car he didn't know who it belonged to.


"Are you, OK?"  It was a preliminary question, the type of question to kill
time before the real intent was revealed.  Whatever the man wanted from
him, he knew couldn't be good.  Yet he didn't really care either.

"Listen man, we both know why you stopped the car for me.  We both know
what you want from me."  Matthew was new to this, and he was a bit scared.
However, it was cold and he had not eaten for some time.  His adolescent
face attempted to hide how frightened he really was.

"Do you?" asked the man, as he looked the kid over.  Even in his unkempt
state, Matthew was beautiful to look at.

"It's gonna cost you."


The man didn't answer him right away, but instead, allowed the silence to
fill the air around them, as the car arched forward and began to move.  He
examined the kid carefully, like he was trying to find some crack, some
weakness.  Yet all he discovered was an incredibly handsome face and a stiff
upper body.  The kid was one hot number.


Finally and deliberately, he spoke, "And how much do you intend to charge
me, Matthew?"

"What?" gasped Matthew, a look of horror crossed his face.  How did the
guy know his name?  "Who are you?"


As the man laughed at the question, the car passed under a street lamp and
the moving light briefly outlined a familiar but distant face.


"Mr. Lyon, Jesus Christ!" swore Matthew, as his hands fumbled with the
handle of the locked door, "I gotta go."

"No you don't," said Mr. Lyon, as he placed his hand on the kid's thigh,
"Stay where you are."  He tightened his grip on the kid's body.

"Please don't tell Madeline.  Please don't Mr. Lyon."  The moment he
blurted this out, he knew he was taken.  He knew whatever information he
gave could be used against him.

"You need help, Matthew.  And I'm going to help you."

"Why?"

"Because I like you.  I think you have a lot of potential.  I saw it in you the
first time I met you."

"Fuck!  I can't believe this is happening," thought Matthew.  He knew what
would happen next.  It would have been easier with a stranger, but with
someone who was connected to his past, it was stifling.

"I want to help you Matthew."

"No shit..." gasped the kid, while Mr. Lyon made his move.


As to what followed next, Matthew wanted to forget.  Mr. Lyon had
managed to remove the kid's sweatshirt and shirt off.  Smooth skin from the
waist up, Matthew sat motionless on the seat, as the older man had his way
with him.  All he could do was turn his head the other way, while the man
tasted his neck and shoulders.


"You're very sexy, Matthew," Mr. Lyon whispered into the kid's right ear,
as he found what he was after and began to give the reluctant kid a hand job.

Here he was, in the back seat of a limousine, dark tinted windows rolled up,
in an unfamiliar city, with no one around to help him.  He could have
struggled if he wanted to, but then Mr. Lyon would tell Madeline, and she
was one person he did not want her to know what he had become.

As Jose had so bluntly pointed out, he was becoming a whore, and now he
was just fulfilling his part.  He was hungry and he needed some food.  He
also needed a drink.  And Mr. Lyon was conveniently available to give it to
him.  In between molesting him, the man made him a few drinks.  With
plenty of hard liquor to warm his insides up, he became more relaxed.

And just before the man went down on him, Matthew leaned his head back
against the car seat, and the agony for him began all over again.  Pictures of
Alex lying limp on the fence, the smell of the dead, and the protestors at the
funeral all rushed back.  Everything came back.

Up and down the man traveled along the length of the kid's pole.  It was
merciless, yet eloquent, the way you would expect a Frenchman to make
love.  Except it wasn't love; it was just lust.  Clenching his teeth, he tried to
make the feelings go away, but it would not.  Mr. Lyon was too aggressive,
too persistent.


"God, let this be over," he begged.  But there was no god.  Or if there was, it
was the same god that had let Alex die.  Fuck the prayers; he didn't really
give a shit.  He might as well become a male slut.  Maybe then he could find
peace, maybe then he could find Alex.


And before he knew it, it was nearly over.  "Mr. Lyon, I'm gonna cum."


The man pulled off and the kid shot his load all over his stomach, jeans, and
the car seat.  He had climaxed without really enjoying it, and he had fulfilled
his deed for the night.  Looking down at himself, his eyes felt tired, and he
felt humiliated, used, disgusted with himself.


"Mr. Lyon, I have to leave," suggested Matthew, as he unzipped himself up.
"You don't have to pay me."

In response, Mr. Lyon just smiled.  As soon as Matthew blurted that last
comment out, he knew he was in deep shit.  He knew the ordeal wasn't over
yet.  Yet he wished it was.  "Let's just forget about it, OK?"

"No, Matthew.  What a silly thing to say," admonished the older man.
Savvy with all his business clients, Mr. Lyon could show confidence and
control at the right moment.  And in this particular case, he had determined
to be the one in charge.

"Please Mr. Lyon," pleaded Matthew.  "I have to go."  He had made the
mistake of getting into the car, and now all he wanted more than anything
was to get out and forget what had just passed.

"No," firmly replied Mr. Lyon.  "You have the body every man wants.  I can
teach you many things."


Matthew had seen it before, the persistence, the illusion of control.  Every
man and woman he had ever gotten to know wanted to own him, wanted to
control him, pulling him into their fucked up lives.  Sure, he'd give them the
impression they were in charge, but only if they eventually gave him what
he wanted.

It was time to turn the tides; it was time for him to be in control.  What could
he get out of it was something he did not have the resources to get.


"Fine, but I want to go to Europe.  I want to leave this fucking hole of a
place."

"Sure.  I'm catching a flight to Milan with a one-day stopover in London
tomorrow morning.  I'll have my secretary book you a seat next to me."


* * * * *


As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Matthew went into the restroom, shut
the door behind him, and drew himself a warm bath.  In the meantime, Mr.
Lyon had ordered room service for the kid.  Food and laundry services were
immediately dispatched.  Mr. Lyon also called his secretary to book a plane
ticket for Matthew.


"You OK?  I heard you crying.  The chicken club you ordered should be
here in fifteen minutes."


Moments later, the kid emerged from the bathroom with just a towel
wrapped around his bony hip.  His eyes were bloodshot, but he was
nevertheless himself.  Mr. Lyon's eyes followed the kid as he moved about
the room.


Matthew hovered above the man at the desk, as the man looked him over.
Finally, he asked, "Can you loan me some clothes while mine are in the
laundry?"


Not shy about getting what he wanted, the kid approached the man's
luggage, unzipped it and efficiently found a pair of white boxers.  Dropping
his towel in front of the man, he stepped into the article of clothing that did
not belong to him and pulled it on.  It was a perfect fit.

Next, he found his sandwich and devoured it while Mr. Lyon stared at him.
The warm bath and the food had done wonders to his appearance, and Mr.
Lyon was more impressed by the kid's natural good looks than ever.  And
after several trips to the alcohol mini-bar and a boring movie clip, Matthew
dozed off in bed.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lyon had reports to review and decisions to make before he
was ready to sleep.  Every time he got stuck on a logistical problem, he
glanced over at the kid lying on his bed.  He never got tired looking.

Matthew had dozed off for several hours.  Their flight was scheduled to take
off in a few hours, and Mr. Lyon had decided to forego a good night's rest in
order to nap on the plane.  Tossing ever so slightly, Matthew took over the
entire bed, like he owned it.  Yet, as he was about to find out, he didn't.

Temptation had the best of him.  As soon as he got the bulk of his work
done, Mr. Lyon slipped into bed.  Without any fanfare, he leaned over to
gently kiss the kid's neck and nip his earlobe.  Moving the covers off to
expose his chest, he moved his mouth to his right nipple and began to lightly
chew.  This immediately woke the kid up.


"Fuck man, what are you doing?" groaned Matthew, "I'm sleeping!"


Mr. Lyon ignored the kid's protest and resumed what he was doing.
Momentarily changing his strategy, he went up to kiss him, inserting his
tongue into the kid's mouth and capturing his upper lip.  Matthew struggled
with the man on top of him, but it was no use.  Mr. Lyon was just too
persistent.  Besides, he knew he had not choice.  He needed to get across the
Atlantic, and there was no other way.


While his hand held the kid's face in place, Mr. Lyon made out with him.
His mouth effectively silenced Matthew, and his hands took care of the rest.
His free hand pulled the covers off, just enough for him to slip underneath.
Next, he found the end of Matthew's boxers and pulled it off with some
resistance.  The kid yelped at the intrusion, but it was no use.

Smiling to himself, he stopped for a moment to observe the kid's beautiful
body.  Caressing and stroking Matthew's hair and face, he was amused to
see how uncomfortable the kid was to his touch.  But that didn't bother him,
because he didn't care.  All he really cared about was how much he was
going to enjoy taking the kid's cherry.

Grinding himself into Matthew's package, Mr. Lyon began to grow hard.
Every few minutes he'd take his mouth off the kid only to check his
expression.  And when he decided he was ready, he handed the kid a
lubricated condom and asked him to put it on for him.


"Fuck you."  Matthew was thoroughly disgusted with what Mr. Lyon was
doing to him.

"The condom is for your protection," laughed Mr. Lyon, as he forced his
tongue back into the kid's mouth again.  "If you prefer going bareback, you
are free to toss the condom away."


Dismayed, Matthew pushed the man off his body.  And as Mr. Lyon beamed
with pleasure, the kid tore the wrapper apart with his teeth and rolled a
condom onto Madeline's business associate.  This was one night he couldn't
wait to get over.

Straddling the man, Matthew sat on and took in the large shaft.  As soon as
he got used to the size, he began to move himself over the erection.  As
much as he wanted to place his hands around Mr. Lyon's neck and strangle
him, he didn't.  It just wasn't worth it.  The more he thought about Alex, the
more force he put into riding the man's cock.

For Mr. Lyon, it was pure fantasy.  Here he was, lying in bed in a hotel
room, with one of the hottest kids impaling himself on his dick like there
was no tomorrow.  It was just the relaxation and relief from his work he
needed from a hard day.


"Fuck Matthew," grunted Mr. Lyon.  "You're really tight."  He knew the kid
wasn't getting off of it, but he didn't really care either.  He thought teasing
him would be fun.


Fortunately for Matthew, it wasn't long before the man reached the point of
no return.  As much sex as he was used to having, the fashion designer was a
sucker for handsome, butt-toned boys, and he eventually neared orgasm.  So
when the kid twisted his nipples while he rode him, Mr. Lyon went off,
ejaculating and filling the condom with an intensity that even surprised him.

And when the man's hardness finally subsided, Matthew pulled his ass off
and went back to sleep again.  He had just humiliated himself and he felt
sick, like he wanted to vomit or something.

Mr. Lyon, however, had other plans.  Instead of falling into a deep sleep, he
took a short nap instead, reveling in the aftermath of incredible sex.  In
between thinking about his fall collection and some ideas he wanted to try
with his sleek clothing line, he recounted how good the kid had been in bed,
and decided that once was not enough.

It had only been 45 minutes since the kid had fallen asleep, that Mr. Lyon
began to toy with his body again.  Putting on another condom, he rolled the
kid onto his stomach and almost immediately slipped into Matthew's ass.


"Fuck, not again!" cried Matthew, but it was no use.  The man had a tight
hold on him from on top.


>From the position where his balls were resting against the kid's ass, Mr.
Lyon slowly withdrew his cock until only his head was within the anal ring.
Then, without any warning, he slammed it back in.  No complaints from
Matthew could deter him from extracting the pleasure he got from filling the
kid with his cock.

The entire morning, he pounded the kid relentlessly.  He was used to having
rough sex; he was used to being the one in charge.  All the models, all the
boys, all the tension from his stressful job, he'd pound one model after the
other, one a night, sometimes two.  He could have anyone guy he wanted,
even the straight ones that resisted him, but he wanted Matthew.

In a way that scared him, for he had no reason to believe the kid was special.
So he fucked Matthew even harder and more deliberately that morning, just
to prove to himself that he was ultimately in control of the situation.  And
when he was done with his power play, it was time to catch the morning
flight.

But Mr. Lyon never got to own the kid the way he had planned.  For
immediately after the plane made a stopover in London, Matthew promptly
ditched his sugar dad and took the next train ride away from civilization.


* * * * *


It was only a train ride away, his old home.  But it was a part of the past, and
anything that was associated with his past he wanted to avoid.  It was simply
too painful for him to be reminded of his failure.  He had failed the person
that had meant the most to him, he had failed Alex.


"So how's your sex life?"

"Matthew, is that you?" asked Gordon, surprised by the unexpected call.
"How are you?"

"I'm doing alright," chuckled the kid.  "But inquiring minds want to know if
you have ever had phone sex?"

"No, not really."

"I want to hear you pleasure yourself over the phone, Gordon."

"Very funny, Matthew.  Are you OK?"

"Listen man, how bad do you want me?" continued Matthew, "How bad do
you want to suck me off?"

Perhaps it was the crackling in the kid's voice when he spoke, perhaps it was
because he had not heard from the kid in several months, but Gordon sensed
something wasn't right.  He was, nevertheless, getting more aroused by the
minute.  "Matthew, you don't sound like yourself."

"I am.  But seriously, I know it is last minute but I need a place to crash
tonight.  The bus just dropped me off at the university.  I'll be there in 10
minutes."


In his wildest dreams he could not imagine the return of Matthew.  It was
like winning the lottery, or a second chance that life seldom gave.  But it
also worried him, because since the kid's departure, his life had become a bit
more complex.  Sure, he wouldn't mind going down on the kid again, but he
wasn't quite sure it was appropriate under the circumstances.


"Well, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to let me in?"
teased Matthew.  The biggest smile flashed at Gordon from the outside of
his front door.

Standing with a backpack slung over his shoulders, the kid looked amazing.
Thin but athletic-looking, he resembled a cover model on a teen magazine.
"Matthew, it's great to see you."

"Yeah, yeah, follow me upstairs," replied Matthew, and he dashed in.  "I
know you don't really want to talk."


Passing by, the kid went directly upstairs, and Gordon followed him.  The
college student's body was a lot leaner than he remembered, but the shape of
his perfect ass seemed about right.  When they were finally in and the door
shut behind them, the kid immediately took charge.


"Get on the bed Gordon."

"Matthew, you... you don't understand," said Gordon, as he tried to explain
how his life had changed in the last several months.


Matthew led Gordon to the bed and pushed him down.  He didn't have time
for words; he just got right to business.  The kid climbed into bed and
straddled the man.  Gordon tried to speak up, but his voice was muffled
when the kid put his hand over it.


"I'm not gonna hurt you, Gordon," assured the muscular kid in a deep,
sonorous voice.  "Just keep your eyes closed."


Matthew sat on top of Gordon and blinded folded him.  The shirt that
Matthew had taken off and placed over Gordon's face smelled of
pheromones.  It paralyzed his senses and got him hard.


"Help me find out where my father is," requested Matthew.  "I want to meet
him."

It was one thing to have your vision blocked by a shirt you didn't mind
inhaling.  It was another to have the guy of your dreams hovering above
your cock.  The familiar smell and warmth got him excited.  Moving beyond
the pleasure of the moment, Gordon wanted to be serious at the same time.
"Why do you want to meet your father Matthew?"

"I want to know why I'm so screwed up," genuinely replied Mathew, "Why
I only cause pain and suffering to others, why I am a disappointment."

Just then the door swung open and a moment of silence followed before
anyone said anything.  "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"


Matthew swung his head back and saw a tall, dark, and handsome kid
glaring at him.  Gordon pulled the shirt off his face and looked up at his
furious boyfriend.


"Jeremy, I can explain."  The shirtless Matthew was still on top of him.

"Fuck you, Gordon," mouthed Jeremy, as he slammed the door shut and
stormed downstairs.

The look on Matthew's face was pure shock.  He had made the wrong
assumption.  He had wronged his old friend and, at that moment, he was
willing to do anything to take it back.  "Gordon, wait here.  Let me talk to
him."


* * * * *


Gordon's partner was another student, this time a grad student.  The kid was
maybe 25 and was nothing short of a hunk.  And what a tan!  He had olive
skin, and he was incredible in bed.  They were both versatile, both fucking
the other, both wanting to be fucked.  Gordon got his virile youth, and the
kid got Gordon's big dick.  It was a nice trade off.  Gordon also subsidized
his rent.


"Who the fuck are you?" growled Jeremy as he looked Matthew over.
Although he was upset, he liked what he saw.  The kid was gorgeous.

"I'm a mistake," replied Matthew.

"Fuck you."

"If you want to, I will let you.  But don't leave Gordon because of me, I'm
not worth it."

"Sure you're not," answered Jeremy, as he continued to pack.  Every 60
seconds he'd pretend to look for something so that he could take another
look at the kid's incredible body.  Matthew was one hot number.

"Dude, stop for a moment and think.  Gordon loves you, not me."

Jeremy let what the kid said sink in before he concluded, "You're the
legendary Matthew."

"Yes."

"He's talked about you.  I never believed him.  I thought he was making it
up."

"Gordon loves you.  He would never cheat on you.  It's me that cheated him
from you, and I'm sorry."

"Like I believe you."

"Then tell me what to do in order for you to believe me, and I'll do it."

Jeremy stopped his packing and hesitated, like he couldn't quite find the
right words to say what was on his mind.  When he was ready, however, a
sinister look crossed his face and he explained, "Take your shirt off and get
on the bed."

It was not quite what he had expected, but it was, nevertheless, his fault that
this was happening, and he wasn't going to let things get any worse.  "Tell
me you'll forgive Gordon and I'll do what you say."


Jeremy nodded in agreement and for the second time that night, Matthew
pulled his shirt off.  Breathless, Jeremy finally appreciated why Gordon was
so attached to Matthew.  The kid was stunning to look at.  He quickly
approached Matthew, placed his hands on the kid's chest and pushed him
down on the edge of the bed.


"I forgive Gordon," laughed Jeremy, as he unbuckled his belt and began to
take his pants off.  An evil smile crossed his face.  "I'm going to enjoy
fucking you Matthew.  My dick's limp now, but when it gets hard, you're
going to be begging me to take it out."


Matthew sat quickly as Jeremy undressed and sneered at him.  He couldn't
believe what was happening.  But he also believed there was no other way.
Not one day back and he had already caused enough trouble.


"Open your mouth shit face," demanded Jeremy, "Go on, lick it."


The kid looked up into Jeremy's expression and saw only lust.  That's when
he opened his mouth and let Gordon's partner slip his cock in between his
lips.  Like he did to Professor Hubbard on numerous occasions before, the
kid began to suck in earnest.  Maybe he was meant to serve others in this
way.  Maybe he wasn't worthy to live a normal life without Alex.


"Shit, this feels good," taunted Jeremy, as he began to thrust into the kid's
mouth with more zeal.  Matthew was one handsome kid, and fucking his
beautiful face was a big turn on.  Even though the kid gagged on his size, he
didn't let it stop him from having his fun.


Just then the door swung open and Gordon sprang in.  To Jeremy's dismay,
the action stopped and the two boys looked in the direction of the door to see
a really upset man.


"You're a freak, Jeremy.  I thought I didn't deserve you," calmly spoke
Gordon, "But the truth is you don't deserve me.  Matthew, get off the bed
and leave us.  Jeremy, pack up because you're leaving this house tonight."


* * * * *


There was a lot of commotion downstairs, yelling, and doors slamming.  All
the sounds that you'd expect to hear from a breakup, but never wanted to.  It
was unthinkable, what he did to Gordon.  And he had only made it worse by
giving into Jeremy's demands.  Maybe he should leave, but he was really
tired and he didn't know where to go at this time of night.

So when Gordon walked in and saw him stiff in his chair, the room couldn't
have been any quieter.


"I'm sorry Gordon.  I guess I ruined it for you."

"It's OK.  Deep down, I knew it was a just a fling, that it wasn't going to
last.  The kid only liked me for my money and my dick.  I secretly knew he
was cheating on me," admitted Gordon.  "But he did have a tight ass."

"Tighter than mine?"

"Not quite," smiled Gordon, before he replied, "But pretty nice,
nevertheless."

Matthew hesitated, but he needed to confirm what he came for, "So are you
going to help me out?  With your line of work, I thought you would know
how to track people down fairly well."

"Yes, I will help you."

"By the way, here's your money."  And he handed Gordon a stack of cash.

"No, Matthew."

"Take it, please," insisted the kid.  "It'll make me feel better if you do."
Gordon took the money, but only because he knew Matthew all too well.

"Are you going to stay the night?"

"Yeah, if you'd let me."

"You can have Jeremy's room.  I'll get you some fresh sheets."

"I was thinking about sharing your bed," interrupted Matthew.  "That is, if
you don't mind."


These were words Gordon wanted to hear, but didn't think he'd ever.  And
before he could muffle a response, he questioned his sense of decency.  For
the last thing he wanted to do, was to take advantage of Matthew when he
was most vulnerable.

Here was the student that had played such an important role in his life.  In a
period where Gordon lacked self-confidence, Matthew made him feel
attractive, and motivated him to improve his life.  Truth be told, he would
have done anything for the kid.  And over the past several months, he missed
Matthew more than anything.


But who was he kidding?  The kid was a fucking stud.  Everything, his face,
his smile, his fucking gorgeous legs, Matthew was beautiful in every aspect.
He wasn't going to refuse sex with the kid.  "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," replied Matthew, as his fingers found the tail end of his
shirt and pulled it off for the third time that night.  His smooth upper body
gave new meaning to the term athletic-looking.

Taking his time to look him over, Gordon appreciated how fit the kid had
become.  He was truly ripped.  "Lay on the bed Matthew."


Matthew unbuttoned his jeans, got into bed, and landed flat on his back.
Gordon approached the bed and stood for a moment looking down, before he
grasped the ends of the jeans and pulled them off the kid.  His fantasy boy,
nearly naked, wore dark boxer-briefs.  This was the look he never wanted to
forget, and he made sure he captured every detail in his mind.

Climbing into bed, he lowered himself over the kid's body and immediately
kissed his neck and muscular shoulders.  It was a routine he was all too
familiar with.  Worship the body with gentle kisses and then work his way
down to the kid's package for an even biggest treat.  But this time his routine
was unexpectedly interrupted.

Gordon felt the kid's hands hold the back of this head, pulling him over his
chest, neck, ears, and then mouth.  Surprising as it was, Gordon began to do
what he'd never done before.  He began to make out with his former tenant.

The kiss was everything he imaged it to be and then some.  Pulling off
briefly, he stared down, dumbstruck at what had just happened.  The
unspoken rule had been broken.  He had kissed Matthew's full lips, and it
had felt really good.  In fact, he had gotten even harder, if that was at all
possible at the moment.

The kid smiled, licked his lips to catch the remaining residue of saliva from
their initial touch, and pulled Gordon down to his face again.  Slipping their
tongues into each other's mouths, they locked lips and swallowed in
between making out.  Matthew was an incredible kisser, and Gordon tried to
get the most out of it by traveling in a circular direction, tasting the upper
and lower lips as his mouth passed by from side-to-side.


"I want you to blow me," requested Matthew, as his hands urged Gordon to
move down below.


Gordon fastened his lips around each nipple and sucked it, using his teeth to
scrape lightly across the skin.  Meanwhile, he placed his hand on the kid's
chest, and felt his way down until he reached the flat stomach and then
Matthew's hard thighs.  At each step, his mouth followed his hands and he
began to worship every curve of the kid's body.

Feeling Matthew's muscular leg while his face pressed against his crotch,
Gordon inhaled lightly and opened his mouth to grasp the tip of the shaft.
Though it was still encased under the boxer-briefs, the kid's hard cock felt
familiar and incredibly sexy.

He covered Matthew's knob with his mouth and began to give head through
the cotton fabric.  Up and down his lips moved, tracing the kid's shaft from
the base all the way up to the head, and secreting his saliva all over it.  After
Gordon had sucked the kid through his boxer-briefs, the outlines of
Matthew's entire cock could be seen through the wet material.  Gordon had
soaked it clear with his spit.

Running his tongue along the length of it, Gordon continued to suck and had
even maneuvered his mouth over the head, partially swallowing the head
and blowing the kid.


"Make me cum, Gordon," said Matthew, as he as attempted to pull his
underwear off.  But Gordon's brushed his hands away, and didn't allow him
to.


Gordon continued to lick and suck the kid through the material.  But while
his mouth nursed on the shaft, his hands massaged the balls, rubbing them,
and pleasuring them.  For Gordon, going down on Matthew was not a task
he had to perform to get to fuck the kid; it was something he wanted to do.

He adored the kid, he adored his cock, and for the moment, all his efforts
were focused on sucking the juices out of the kid.  Finally, after he felt it
was enough self-restraint, Gordon pulled Matthew's boxer-briefs off and
clamped on the swollen organ.

He'd pull the cock back, let it swing back to Matthew, and there, lying
against the kid's stomach, he'd trace his lips across the shaft, teasing the kid
to beg for more.  But Matthew never begged.  In fact, he didn't speak a
word.

For Matthew it was unreal.  As his head lay back, his lips drew apart and the
oxygen flowed in.  For a moment, all the cares in the world had disappeared.
All his concentration went to breathing, as Gordon gave him incredible head.


"You taste great, Matthew," Gordon commented, just after the kid's
pulsating head slipped from his lips.  And as he went back down again, his
fingers slipped around the kid's balls and he began to knead and tug at them,
rolling them in between his fingers.

Moving off the cock, Gordon traced the tip of his tongue over Matthew's
head and swallowed it once more, before he pulled off completely.  From
there, he kissed and nibbled his way farther down.

Pulling the flat side of his tongue across the kid's ball sac, he teased and
made love to Matthew's groin.  And when he pushed the kid's legs up into
the air, he tongued the inner thigh and scrotum.  Then he began to rim the
kid in earnest.

Matthew fell silent, as if he didn't want to be violated in this manner.  And
after several minutes playing with the kid's rosebud, Gordon broke the seal
of a lubricated condom and got in between Matthew's limbs.

Spreading the kid's legs apart, he entered deep.  Arching forward and while
his dick pivoted back, he sunk his cock into the kid.  This positioned
Gordon's cock so that it sank vertically in, verses diagonally, causing a new
sensation.

He then began to fuck the kid in earnest.  For a heart-pounding amount of
time, he banged the kid meticulously, never stopping, never resting.  He
continued his assault until he was exhausted, and then he rammed his cock
in and stopped.  Filling the kid with all he had, he caught his breath for a
brief moment and then resumed.  It was insane.  All the practice he'd had
with Jeremy had now been put to good use.

Meanwhile, Matthew drew air like there wasn't enough.  Every time Gordon
sank into him, his body would involuntarily flex to adjust.  Eyes closed and
perspiration covering his entire body, his mouth remained open.


"Fuck, Gordon," complained Matthew, his eyes wet and wincing from all
the activity.


Gordon refused to answer.  He just resumed his pace.  Filling the kid with all
he had, he was too caught up in the moment to think.


In between breaths, Matthew mouthed, "You've been fucking me for the
past 45 minutes.  I need to sleep too, you know."


And as his teeth clenched and his mouth foamed, Gordon sped up his
assault, putting his frustrations into every thrust.  Jeremy had been his
regular fuck buddy, and now Matthew would take the blunt of it all in one
drawn out session.

Repositioning himself, he brought the kid to lie on his side, and Gordon
spooned him.  Fucking him hard from the side and from behind, he drove
into the kid even faster.  He was near climax, and he couldn't hold on any
longer.  It was just too good.

Matthew moved his head back and caught Gordon's mouth, and as the man
fucked him from behind, they made out.


"Fuck Matthew," moaned Gordon, as his grip tightened around the kid's
waist and he sped up his duty.  "I'm going to cum."  And when his tongue
lodged into Matthew's mouth, and the kid sucked him in, he exploded.


Six shots later, Gordon was still making out with the kid.  His hand felt
Matthew's chest, as his cock began to slide out of the kid's ass.  Twisting
around to face him, Matthew's hands held his face while they swapped spit.
Climbing on top, the kid pressed his mouth to Gordon's lips and licked his
ears and neck.  He had not cum yet, but Matthew was also tired.


"I need to get some rest tonight," whispered Matthew, as he gave Gordon
another peck on the lips and then fell into a deep slumber.


* * * * *


To Be Continued...
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