Chapter 1 – Short on Rent (1/2)
Gordon Klein, a 36-year-old attorney, owned a sizable property in London that he partially leased to students attending the nearby university. Gordon chose to rent out the rooms not so much for the additional income, but for the indirect benefits that it provided.
Half-naked young men and girls frequented his residence during weekend parties, where the hot tub was a main attraction. Wet and glistening, the youthful eye candies were good for his health and never-ending hard-on.
Cautious about the impact that it could have on his private practice, Gordon kept his desires largely to himself. After all, he was a reputable attorney with a fairly conservative clientele.
While renting out the rooms on the first two floors, Gordon kept the entire third floor to himself.
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It all started when 18-year-old Matthew entered the room while Gordon was watching a movie. Seeing the college student in shorts and a T-shirt was too much for the attorney. He could see the outline of Matthew’s fit body beneath his loose-fitting clothes.
“Gordon, do you have a minute?”
Gordon looked up.
“I don't know how to tell you this … but I’m gonna be short on rent this month. I can give you 300 pounds today, but will need another week for the remaining 200. Will you be okay with this?"
"No worries, Matthew."
"Thanks, man. I thought you would be upset at me or something, maybe even kick me out …."
“Over 200 pounds?”
"For what I’m getting … you’ve already been generous with me.”
Gordon dismissed the explanation because he was too preoccupied with checking the kid out.
"Do you mind if I use the shower upstairs?" asked Matthew.
As he watched the kid climb the stairs, Gordon couldn’t take his eyes off of the shape of Matthew’s bubble butt. Hoping to get another look, the attorney waited anxiously.
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Twenty minutes later, Gordon was shocked to see Matthew descend the stairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The kid had what is considered a sleeper body. He was completely ripped.
"I hope you don't mind … I borrowed your towel."
As the teenager headed for his room, Gordon was able to catch a glimpse of Matthew’s small waist and slender backside.
Gordon rushed upstairs. While the images were still fresh in his mind, he intended to jerk off in private.
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After showering, Gordon bolted for his room and immediately got to work on his bed, releasing his pent-up desires. However, the attorney was soon interrupted.
"Who's there! Matthew … is that you?"
While Matthew sat quietly in the dark, Gordon sat up and covered himself.
"What … are you doing in my room? Why didn’t you tell me you were there!"
"I know what you did … last Saturday."
"What … are you talking about?"
"I saw you on the street corner with that guy …."
"You … followed me?"
That night, Gordon had met up with a male prostitute.
"I lied about the rent. I spent it."
"So?"
"I don't like to deceive people. I don't like to owe money either."
"Matthew, I don’t care about the money …."
"I know you like me. You're always staring at my body. The guys in the house think you’re gay ….”
"What … do you want?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you going to tell everyone?”
"How predictable … the typical closet case. You're only concerned about your image.”
“How much money … do you want?”
In his mind, Gordon saw his reputation start to crumble like a house of cards.
"I don't want your money, Gordon. At least not that way …."
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Matthew wasn't the typical student at the university. He grew up in the States from a small town in Georgia. Despite being rejected by every other college that he applied to, he somehow managed to get into a local school in London.
Wherever Matthew went, people couldn’t take their eyes off of him. Everything about him, including his face and body, made him irresistible to both genders.
Growing up, women fantasized about Matthew. Those who dated him bragged about it. He was, however, off limits to guys, as he wasn’t interested in the same sex.
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Getting off the floor, Matthew approached the bed.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone, but I wanna know if you’d pay me too.”
"What … do you mean?"
"How much would you pay me, if I let you suck me off … like what you did to that guy?"
To make his point clear, Matthew pulled his shirt off. The kid’s body had SEX written all over it.
"Matthew, are you … serious?"
As much as he wanted it to be real, Gordon looked doubtful.
Matthew hesitated. "Jesus … I'm sorry, Gordon. After what you've done for me!"
Disturbed, Matthew grabbed his shirt and headed for the door.
Gordon saw how genuinely distressed the kid was.
"Wait … I didn’t mean to say no, but I don't want you to get hurt."
"You're not hurting me. It's my idea. Besides, I need the money."
"But I could give you the money. You don't have to do this ….”
“I don’t want your money. I don’t take charity.”
"Matthew, you might regret this."
"Regret what? I thought you liked me. I thought you wanted this …."
Matthew grabbed his package, which caused Gordon to stare at the kid’s crotch for longer than he should have.
"Matthew … are you sure about this?"
Gordon was skeptical about being able to act out his fantasies.
"I know you want my body. The way you looked at me downstairs, the way you’re looking at me now. Tell me I’m wrong … or tell me how much you would pay me."
Gordon considered carefully before responding.
"How about the balance of what you owe for rent?”
Only in his dreams did he ever imagine doing something this wild. After the kid nodded his head, Gordon led him to his bed.
Getting down on his knees, the attorney got a closer look at the kid’s package. Held, or rather stretched in place, by a revealing pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs was the object that Gordon dreamed about on countless occasions, but never had the opportunity to see up close.
Gordon slipped his fingertips underneath the boxer briefs and pulled them off. What he saw shocked him. The boy was hung, at least eight inches.
Bringing his face to the kid’s crotch, Gordon found his scent intoxicating. He then began to diligently work the beautiful organ to full erection.
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TWENTY minutes later, Gordon was still hard at work. He repeatedly swallowed every inch until it hit the back of his throat, then held it there for as long as he could without gagging too much.
Matthew was in awe that it could go all the way in. Though certainly not new to oral sex, the kid didn't know that a guy could do that!
"Dude, have you had enough? You may wanna take your mouth off."
Instead, Gordon went back down on the throbbing organ and began to suck faster.
Eventually, Matthew held his landlord’s face in place while he sped up his thrusts. Before long, he approached the point of no return and started unloading.
After swallowing several gulps, Gordon continued to nurse on the kid until it was completely drained. Then he licked Matthew clean and savored the taste.
"Dude, that was pretty intense. I don't think I'll have another erection … for a week."
Gordon beamed at the exaggerated comment.
Reflecting on his luck, Gordon knew that his tenant could potentially lead to his eventual downfall. However, having tasted the forbidden fruit, how could he not want more?
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To be continued.
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