Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 14:08:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason USA <jason99usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rent Matthew - Part 7

The beautiful college stud gets torn between a wealthy older woman and his
professor.  He ends up doing his professor an immense favor.


Rent Matthew -- Part VII
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Everyone referred to her as Madeline, the wealthy widow from a prominent
New England family who moved to town six months ago.  Already, she had
secured an immense mansion in a secluded region.

Guests from foreign places all over the world, Milan, Berlin, Prague, flew in
for her fancy parties.  She was an influential, highly-connected, but
mysterious figure in the community.

Her limited appearances in town were related to philanthropist activities, as
she presided over a large foundation that supported a number of charities.
Her foundation provided grants to the local university and research centers,
and sizeable scholarships to a few select students.

She was a favorite discussion topic among the women in town, not only
because of her reputation and success in getting things done, but also
because of her beauty.  She was only 40, but time had been good to her.  She
kept in shape with regular exercise and was very fit.  It was rumored that she
may be available, as she had been a widow for more than 2 years.  However,
no one in town was lucky enough to claim any attention from her.


* * * * *


It was during an unusual afternoon that Matthew came across her on his way
to her house.  He was instructed by the restaurant owner to deliver some last-
minute supplies to her residence.  She had gone on a run earlier in the
morning, but sprained her ankle on the way.  She had also left her mobile
phone at home, and so she couldn't call for help.

When Matthew passed by on his beat-up truck, he was late and was in a
hurry.  In fact, he didn't see her and even hit a puddle of mud, splashing her
entire body and hair.

On his way back, he drove a bit slow and in the process noticed an upset
woman limping in the opposite direction.  When he stopped to help, she was
fuming and told him off.  The condition of her workout clothes disguised her
identity.


"Took you long enough to come back!  Were you in such a rush the first
time that you missed me?"

"Whoa, come again lady?  I stopped to help.  You look like you need some
help, but if you don't I can leave," responded Matthew, somewhat ticked off
at Madeline's coarseness.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Look, don't ever insult my mom.  As far as I'm concerned, you're the
bitch," spat Matthew.


More surprised by the kid's fearlessness than his rugged beauty, Madeline
didn't respond right away.  She was used to getting her way, and very few,
including her late husband, ever challenged her.  However, as she got a
better look at him, she was pleasantly surprised by how well-developed he
appeared underneath his work uniform.


"If I missed you the first time I came by I apologize.  I was in a hurry to
deliver some things to a Mrs. Simpson, and didn't see you," continued
Matthew.  "Can you at least let me give you a ride back?  You can use my
mobile phone if you're too upset to talk to me."


Madeline got into the kid's car without saying anything.  Matthew stole
furtive looks at her while he drove her in the direction her fingers pointed to.
She was actually pretty attractive.  She refused to talk to him, even though
he tried to make conversation on the way.

When he drove around and stopped at the back of the mansion.  He was
somewhat relieved.  At least she wasn't Mrs. Simpson herself.  However,
she might tell Mrs. Simpson on him.  He didn't want his manager to get in
trouble.


"You realize you're the reason why I'm all wet."

"No, but if I am I didn't mean to.  Like I said, I was in a hurry.  I know that's
not an excuse, but it's the only explanation I can give for not knowing what I
may or may not have done," said Matthew.  "Look lady, it sounds like you
work here and know Mrs. Simpson.  I don't mind getting in trouble and
losing my job.  In fact, I can voluntarily quit or you can ask my manager to
fire me.  However, it's not my manager's fault I screwed up.  Please don't
have Mrs. Simpson terminate the business contract she has with the
restaurant.  Given the health of the economy, the restaurant business isn't
doing as great as it used to.  My manager has been good to me.  He's a pretty
likeable old guy once you get to know him.  I don't want my behavior to
affect his business."


As the kid explained, Madeline looked him over.  He was having a difficult
time getting out of the mess he inadvertently got himself into.  He was a
handsome kid, and probably got away with a lot of things growing up.
Although he did eventually stop to help her, she still thought he deserved
some punishment for calling her a bitch.

Although Madeline had encountered a lot of beautiful men in her life, she
was never so attractive to one so young.  She had worked with the best
fashion designers of Europe and had seen, met and slept with a number of
male supermodels.  But Matthew was different.  He had a natural sex appeal
that makeup and designer clothes couldn't imitate.  To her, he was fresh
meat.

Just then she was interrupted by her secretary.


"Oh my goodness!  Mrs. Simpson, did something terrible happen during
your morning jog?  Did Matthew bring you back?  Thank goodness he was
just here to deliver the things you ordered this morning.  Let me help you
upstairs to change."

"Yes, Emily, the boy rescued me from a long walk home.  Can you grab
some cash and give him a tip?  Matthew, don't forget what we discussed in
the car, you'll be here Saturday morning at 8AM, right?  You said you had
some free time.  My gardener is on vacation and we're in need of someone
to help mow the lawn.  It'll probably take you 5 hours to cover the front and
back."

"Uhmm... sure.  I'll come by Saturday."


Like a fool, Matthew drove back to the restaurant and got the rest of his
work done.  He went to bed late that night.  He had to get some homework
and assigned readings done before his return to Mrs. Simpson's estate.  Her
hungry look did not go unnoticed.  He had dealt with her kind before, the
rich people who were used to getting their way, no matter who got hurt in
the process.  But he had never dealt with someone as strong and powerful as
Mrs. Simpson.  At least she was attractive.


* * * * *


Getting up at the wee hours of the morning on a Saturday of all days was
painful.  Considering the distance to her place, he skipped breakfast.
However, given the amount of work he expected to get done on that day, he
regretted it on the way.

Following the instructions on a note her gardener had left him, Matthew
found the equipment shed.  Although he had all the fancy equipment in the
world, the sheer size of her property was sufficient to occupy him for a good
amount of time.

She had breakfast while he mowed, reading her paper and making phone
calls on the front deck.  The afternoon sun shone furiously, and when she
waved him over to her, Matthew approached cautiously.  The sweat
plastered his shirt to his back and chest.

She didn't speak right way and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to listen to
her.  She was busy toying with her cat.  But when he took the helm of his
shirt to wipe away the sweat on his brow, she caught a glimpse of his tanned
stomach.  He was indeed ripped.


"You look hot.  Would you like a drink?"  She liked what she saw.  He was
more handsome than she thought.

"Yeah, some water would be good."

"Help yourself."


Matthew grabbed the pitcher of water and poured himself a tall glass.  He
swallowed it down and poured himself another.  Madeline watched him with
interest.  He could be a male model if he wanted to be.  Women and even
men would buy to see him half naked, wearing some tight clothes or maybe
less clothes, she thought.


"So when will your gardener be back?"

"Whenever I want him back.  He could be back next week if I asked him to,"
said Madeline, as she smiled to herself.  She wanted to see him squirm.

"Nice pussy you have there lady.  I'm referring to the cat."  Matthew knew
she had the upper hand, but he wanted to show her he wasn't one to mess
with.  "She seems nice."

"She isn't.  She's quite aggressive in bed, waking me up in the middle of the
night."

"Listen, about the other day..."

"Don't worry about it.  I won't hold anything against you.  However, after
you finish with the lawn, I have some other things you could help with."

Matthew chose to be blunt.  She wanted something and he was willing to
negotiate on the terms.  "And what is it you really want from me, Mrs.
Simpson?" said Matthew, as he eyed her cautiously.

"Please, call me Madeline.  And I think you know what I want," said
Madeline, as her lips parted in a sensuous way.  "The question is whether
you're up for it?"

"I'm not ready to see anyone right now.  My stepfather just passed away."

"Who said I wanted a relationship?" replied Madeline.  "What I want is
more physical.  Don't tell me you don't want it.  At your age, you should
want it every 60 seconds."

"And all along everyone thought you were a respectable women..."

"I am respectable.  It was you that disrespected me the other day, remember?
And just so you know, I'm the mystery benefactor of your athletic
scholarship."


It was a sticky situation, thought Matthew.  Not only did his manager's
restaurant business depend on her, but also his scholarship money.  However
she wanted to play, he had to play it carefully.  "Then other than what you
want, what else can I do for you?"

"Oh, lots of things.  I wouldn't mind seeing you mow the lawn shirtless, or
vacuum in your underwear.  I want to see you work for a change."  Madeline
was blunt, but she knew what she wanted.  She wanted to feel the kid up,
maybe test drive him for a ride or two.

"Sounds reasonable.  And after I do that, will you be satisfied that I have
adequately paid you back for our bad start?"

"Sure.  I'll even pay you for your time.  I assume twenty dollars an hour is
adequate.  I want my pool cleaned as well."

"Yeah, sure."


Matthew reached down and yanked his shirt off.  He wasn't happy, but the
look on her face showed otherwise.  She took in every inch of him.  Smooth,
tanned, and athletic, he was quite beautiful.  She wanted the kid badly, but
she was going to be patient.  He was half her age.  It was a challenge she
was going to enjoy.

The rest of the day went excruciatingly long for Matthew.  After hours in the
front, he spent another couple of hours mowing the back.  By the time he
was done, his muscles ached and he was hungry.


"Good work.  Now, take off your jeans.  I want the pool cleaned and the PH
level checked."


While she sipped one drink after another, Matthew cleaned the pool.  With
his dark tan and blonde hair, he made a good pool boy.  Even his ankles and
feet were sexy to observe.  The kid's muscles undulated as he worked his
way across her view.  She wanted him to take his shorts off, but he refused.
She laughed at his determination to resist her.

Time dragged on and she eventually got a good look at every part of his
body, making eye contact with the most important regions.  Although he
wasn't hard, he certainly did have a bulge, and she wondered how hung he
was exactly.  Whatever the size, judging from his muscular yet small behind,
she concluded that he would perform well in bed.  Just like she had fucked a
lot of guys, he had fucked a lot of girls, and it showed.


"It's getting late and you don't have enough time to finish.  You'll have to
come back next Saturday to finish your chores.  Drop by at 8AM.  In the
meantime, you can use the pool if you want."


Frustrated, Matthew jumped into the pool to cool off.  As she was walking
away, he pulled his shorts off and tossed it in her direction.  Madeline heard
the smack of his wet clothes on the surface of the concrete.  She was
impressed that he would choose to skinny dip in her estate.  She admired his
stubbornness and individuality.  He was not quite her equal, but she was glad
nevertheless to have met him.  Considering the number of laps he was able
to do in her pool, she could see that her athletic scholarship money was
paying off.  Given his energy, she was certain their next meeting was going
to be explosive.


* * * * *


Matthew had to think fast.  Next week was approaching quickly and he
didn't have a plan to fend off Madeline.  Sure she was attractive, but he
somehow felt it was wrong to get together with her.  She was coming on too
strong.  He was always the one in control, but in this case she was, and he
didn't feel comfortable with that.  He had already been raped by Gordon,
and he certainly didn't want a repeat.

But Matthew also didn't have that much time to think, as final examinations
had arrived.  Time was not on his side, as he had too many commitments.
School, work at the restaurant, work on the farm, baseball practice, Alex,
Sara, Jose, his mom, everything was urgent and a priority.

And now there was Madeline, a wealthy older woman who wanted to take
him to bed and use his body.  It was her way, or the highway.  He wasn't
sure if he could handle the consequences of either option.  All his life, he
was sure of himself.  Now it was different.

So when Professor Hubbard returned his phone call for additional tutoring,
he had a lot on his mind.  The week seemed to jump from Sunday to
Wednesday in no time at all.  It was the appointed day that Professor
Hubbard agreed to see him, and in anticipation he had attempted to complete
a number of math problems, but fail miserably.  He was in desperate need of
help.

As expected, he felt the air conditioning turn off as he entered Professor
Hubbard's office, to which he dropped his book bag, then closed the door
and locked it.

Professor Hubbard looked pleased.  The broad smile on his face showed
Matthew that his teacher missed him.  After several minutes of complete and
utter silence, he felt the temperature rise, almost scorching to a point.  They
continued to maintain eye contact, a silly smile on each face.

Each heart beating like the sky was going to fall, like something big was
going to happen.  But both were content where they stood.  Professor
Hubbard was in his traditional shirt and tie, while Matthew had on some
oversized cargo pants and a black sleeveless shirt, showing his muscular, fit
arms.


"So believe it or not, I did try to do some problems.  I could show you my
work if you want."

"We can do that later.  I thought about your offer the last time, and I'd like
you to come over my place sometime.  I'll need someone strong to mow the
lawn, maybe wash my truck or something."

"I'd like that.  I've gotten a lot of practice mowing lawns lately.  You think
you have the right equipment?"

"Yes.  I think I have that covered."

After a moment of indecision, Matthew confessed, "Professor Hubbard, I
want to be honest.  I have feelings for you, and I'm afraid.  I've never felt
this way before with anyone."

"You believe you have feelings for me?"

"There's more.  I don't think I'm ready for copulation with the same sex.
But I could help you in other ways."

"As you can tell, this is a bit awkward for me.  Why don't we get the math
part over first?  Here's a copy of the final exam.  You can start now while I
go for a coffee break and run some errands.  I'll be back in 20 minutes."


Matthew scrunched his brow and put up an earnest effort at doing the
problems.  He wrote the areas he had trouble with on scratch paper.  Twenty
excruciating minutes went by and Professor Hubbard had still not returned.
But Matthew was so concentrated on his assigned task that he didn't care.

Forty minutes went by, then an hour, and Matthew was still diligently
working his way through the test.  He had made some progress, more than
he thought he was capable of.  He was even able to work out some of the
problem areas he had encountered at the beginning of the exam.

When Professor Hubbard eventually return an hour and a half later, Matthew
had completed the entire exam.  With a broad smile, he handed the exam to
his teacher.

Matthew had passed the first test.  Instead of goofing around, he had taken
his exam seriously and it appeared that he had at least attempted to complete
all the problems.  Upon closer inspection, Professor Hubbard was quite
impressed, because some of his answers were actually correct!

The kid looked intently at his teacher, as his exam was graded.  Professor
Hubbard carefully marked off the test, giving credit for setting up the
problem correctly, and taking off points for getting the wrong number.
However, in the end, he found the kid had actually passed without his help.
As he scribbled a C+ on the exam, Matthew broke out in a fit of laughter and
excitement.  He was ecstatic.  He had earned his place on the baseball team.


"Congratulations.  I guess you don't owe me anything.  You can go home
now."

"What are you talking about?  I owe you big time."

"No you don't.  You did it by yourself.  You passed.  I'm very happy for
you."

"But I couldn't have done it without you Professor Hubbard.  You tutored
me for the midterm exam, and got me up to speed.  If you didn't help me
learn how to setup math problems correctly, I would have failed your class."

"Nevertheless, you passed the final exam without my help.  I'm proud of
you."

"Thanks teach.  That means a lot to me.  But I didn't get a chance to return
the favor for the midterm.  I came today to pay you for that."

"That isn't necessary Matthew."

"Maybe not to you, but it is to me.  I have to.  I want to, if you'd let me,"
persisted Matthew.


All along the heater had brought the room temperature up considerably.
Matthew was so focused on his work that he didn't notice how wet he had
become.  Drenched in sweat, his shirt came off his body and hit the floor.

Neither he nor his teacher said a word as he kicked his shoes off.  His socks
came next while he fumbled with his belt, the zipper, and then his cargo
pants came off too.  As his professor looked him over, Matthew remained
silent, taking long, deliberately slow breadths.  He kept his eye contact while
Professor Hubbard admired his figure.  He saw his professor gaze at his
boxer briefs for a good moment.  When their eyes finally met, his professor
had a look of great hunger.

Matthew approached his teacher and, as if he had some unnatural strength,
moved the desk to the side.  He knelt down and looked up to get some sign
of approval.


"I'm going to do something I've never done before.  You don't have to do
anything.  Just close your eyes.  Or watch, if you want to."


The kid felt his professor, massaging the hard organ underneath the pants.
He felt the outline, and brought pressure and tension to the right spots,
moving his palm and soft fingers back and forth.

There were moments when Professor Hubbard's eyes were closed and his
head tilted back.  There were moments when his mouth parted and he looked
down at what his pupil was doing to him.  The anxiety and powerful friction
in the air was intoxicating.  He didn't know what the kid was capable of, but
he knew that he wanted Matthew to please him in the worse way.

Matthew's free hand felt different areas of his professor's body, the chest,
the inner and outer leg, pulling at the scrotum.  When he finally unzipped his
teacher, Professor Hubbard squirmed in a childish but definitely cute way,
like he was expecting some big gift.

Sliding his hands inside the pair of slacks, the kid felt his professor's
hardness before he leaned in to place his mouth over the erect penis.  Still
covered by the hip briefs, it leaked pre-cum.

Matthew could feel the warmth of his professor's throbbing organ
underneath the soft fabric.  His lips followed the girth and length of the
penis, applying the right amount of pressure and saliva.  Like Gordon had
enjoyed doing to him, Matthew nudged his face in, moving upward until his
nose and then mouth penetrated the belly region.  He sucked on the navel a
bit before pulling back to look at his professor once more.  His blue eyes
were pools of innocence and determination.

Professor Hubbard was mesmerized by what the kid could do.  It was his
first time getting head from another guy, and it happened to be his own
student.  After the kid reached in and took his penis out, he was immediately
engulfed by a hot mouth.  A set of red lips unlike anything he'd ever seen
before surrounded his shaft, sliding up and down in an agonizingly painful
speed.  The kid's face was beautiful, he had to admit.  But the talent was
mind-blowing!


"Tell me if I'm going too slow."

"No... you're... doing... good... It feels good," gasped Professor Hubbard.


Matthew had had other people blow him on countless occasions before, but
it was his first time performing the deed.  He wondered if he was doing it
correctly.  Gordon was the ultimate expert, and Matthew had had enough
experience on the receiving end to know what he liked others to do to him.

Inspired, he pulled his mouth off and went down again with increasing
speed.  Pulling back completely and swallowing the shaft whole, he repeated
it with regular intervals.  Then he stopped and looked up into his professor's
intense expression, blissful and concentrated at times.

He began to loosened his professor's tie and removed it.  He unbuttoned his
teacher's shirt and opened it, exposing a broad chest.  He had guessed
correctly, his professor worked out regularly.  As he felt his professor's
chest and stomach, Professor Hubbard felt his shoulders and neck.  His
teacher's hands were warm, yet commanding.


"Tell me when you're ready.  I'll let you come on my chest."


Matthew went back down on his professor, engulfing the organ with
incredible speed and precision.  It was no longer a forward motion, but it
was the slow pulling-back-while-his-lips-held-onto-the-shaft motion that hit
the right spot.  His teacher's dick slipped past his lips each time he pulled
back, eliciting some guttural, urgent and inaudible response.

When Professor Hubbard was ready, he pulled back while the kid did the
same.  Looking down at Matthew's muscular upper body, he sprayed the
kid's chest and neck with his seed.  It was the most intense experience he
had ever had, excruciating, agonizing.  It was worth it.

As his orgasm subsided, he looked at his student and felt sorry for him.  He
didn't deserve this.  His professor was an asshole for taking advantage of
him in the worse way.  No parents deserved to have their son's professor
take advantage of his position like this, spraying cum on all over their son's
body.  But Matthew was a fucking beauty machine.  He deserved to be
mistreated and humiliated like this.  He deserved to be fucked.


"Look, I'm sorry Matthew.  You didn't deserve this..."

"Forget about it teach," replied Matthew, as he got up, grabbed his gym shirt
from his book bag to wipe the semen off his chest.  He then picked his shirt
up and pulled it over his head.


Professor Hubbard was sorry for his infidelity to his profession.  He had
broken the basic tenet of being a teacher.  Don't abuse your position.  Don't
have a relationship with your student.  He felt he had incorrectly used his
authority.

Matthew got dressed quickly.


"I gotta go Professor Hubbard.  I hope it was good for you.  Thanks again
for tutoring me in math."


* * * * *


"Gordon, it's me again."

"Hello Matthew.  What's going on?  You sound exhausted."

"I'm alright.  I'm just tired."

"You sure you're OK?"

There was something that troubled Matthew, that he wanted to know, so he
interrupted,  "Gordon, why didn't you take advantage of me on your
birthday?"

"How could I Matthew?  You're more than just a beautiful body.  I wanted
the whole package."

"And what if you never get me?"

"Then if I must, I'll settle for your beautiful body," chuckled Gordon.  He
really would settle for the kid's handsome body for one night.  "But
seriously, I didn't want to take advantage of you."

"But I wanted you to.  I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything.  You've done a lot for me already.  I've
already done to you what others could only dream about.  I got lucky twice,
remember?"

"Yeah, I do.  Show-off!  I gotta go."

"Hey, I don't mind bragging a little.  Take care of yourself."

"Later."


* * * * *


To Be Continued...
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