Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2002 16:31:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason USA <jason99usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rent Matthew - Part V

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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


"Hey Matt, wait up."

"Hey."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we are."

"Listen Alex, I need to be alone."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I promise."

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

"What does that suppose to mean?"

"You tell me Matt."

"Alex..."

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


* * * * *


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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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

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

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


* * * *


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

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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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


* * * * *


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

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

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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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


"Do you need some help?"

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

"It's OK."

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

"Really.  It's OK."

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

"You mean to say..."

"I find you attractive."


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


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

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


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


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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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


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

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


* * * * *


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

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


"Really?  You'd tutor me?"

"Yes..."

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

"It's OK."

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


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


* * * * *


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


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


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

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


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


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

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


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

"How old are you Matthew?"

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not necessary Matthew..."

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

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

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

"Sure.  That's sounds reasonable."

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

"Sure Matthew."

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

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

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

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

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


* * * * *


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

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


* * * * *


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


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


"Your turn."


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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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

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

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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


* * * * *


To Be Continued...
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