Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 02:30:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason USA <jason99usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rent Matthew - Part IV

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
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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...
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