The Funeral
Matthew avoided sleep for days, as it only brought him nightmares. Every time he thought about his best friend, he lost it.
At the funeral, two very different groups of people showed up. The first group consisted of family, friends, and members of the community that wanted to grieve and show support for Alex. The second group consisted of protesters who came out to preach scripture and hold up hateful signs.
“God Hates Gays”
“Death to Homosexuals”
“Alex in Hell”
“Thank God for AIDS”
Matthew was livid. What were these animals doing at Alex’s funeral!
His friends tried to hold him back, but Matthew broke free and charged at the second group. He ripped up their signs and knocked out a few of them, but got hurt in the process. There were too many of them.
Matthew suffered cuts to the side of his face and bruises all over his body, before he was rescued by Professor Hubbard, who brought him to a safe location.
“Let me go!” pleaded Matthew. “I need to make them pay for what they did to Alex.”
It broke his heart to see his nephew like this. Professor Hubbard held the kid until he calmed down. Since Matthew refused to go home, he drove the kid to his place instead.
As his teacher treated his wounds, Matthew sat on the sofa and poured his heart out.
"It’s all my fault … I was his best friend. I should have protected him, I should have been there for him, but I wasn’t.”
“Matthew, it’s not your fault.”
“He was only eighteen! He didn't deserve this.”
“Matthew … let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
"Everything in this town reminds me of what I lost. I want to leave, but my mom ….”
“Don’t worry about your mom. I’ll look after her.”
Matthew looked at his teacher. He was extremely grateful to him for promising to look after his mom. This gave him peace of mind, as leaving his mom behind was his biggest worry.
“If you need to take a break, then do it. Just take care of yourself."
Matthew nodded. He was ready to leave everything behind.
"You’ll need money. I have some upstairs. I’ll go grab it for you.”
But before his teacher could leave, Matthew stopped him.
"I don't want your money, but I want something else …."
Matthew pushed his teacher back down on the sofa. Then he started taking off his clothes, black jacket and tie, white shirt, belt, dress pants, all the formal clothes that he wore to the funeral.
“What …. are you doing?”
“Thanking you for agreeing to look after my mom.”
Professor Hubbard couldn’t help but stare at the kid’s ripped body. It was really beautiful to look at. When he found out who Matthew’s parents were, he swore he would never have sex with him again. Yet here was the same kid getting down on his knees again.
When his nephew reached for his package, Professor Hubbard knew he had to put a stop to it.
“Matthew, we can’t do this ….”
“I’m leaving tomorrow. I wanna give you a proper goodbye.”
“I can’t do this to your mom ….”
“Haven’t you done worse to me?” questioned Matthew.
Professor Hubbard: “...”
“Just close your eyes. No one will blame you for this ….”
Professor Hubbard wanted to refuse the kid, but when the warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, he froze. The person who was sucking him off was related to him. Could he really avoid responsibility if his eyes were closed?
While Professor Hubbard viewed him as his nephew, Matthew saw Professor Hubbard as his teacher, the person who he once had a crush on.
Matthew didn’t care that the man he was blowing was his father’s younger brother or his mom’s former lover. They just buried his best friend. If he wanted to suck cock, then he’d do just that.
The kid went down on his teacher like he was born to do this. Bobbing up and down, Matthew did his best to forget the pain.
After sufficiently abusing his own throat, Matthew finally pulled off to take a break. That was when Professor Hubbard opened his eyes and saw the tears running down his cheeks.
“Will you let me cover your eyes with this?”
Matthew picked up the black tie that he had discarded earlier. Since his teacher didn’t respond, he went ahead and tied it around his head.
“While this blindfold is on, you’re not allowed to refuse me ….”
Matthew bent down to have another taste of his teacher, before straddling him.
"Matthew … are you sure about this?"
“Just let me ride you for a bit.”
Professor Hubbard knew this was wrong, but was unable to refuse Matthew. The kid had gone through too much. Besides, deep down, he also wanted this.
Matthew positioned the tip against his entrance and then slowly lowered himself. This was supposed to help him forget the pain. However, as he closed his eyes and bounced up and down, Matthew remembered everything clearly, all the bruises, the blood, how cold and lifeless his best friend’s body felt in his arms.
As the kid rode his cock, Professor Hubbard wanted to say how good it felt, but didn’t dare. Instead, he held Matthew’s waist and guided it up and down his pole. Although he had fucked the kid before, this time felt different. Matthew was doing all the work.
“Matthew, should I put on a condom?”
“Isn’t it too late for that?”
Professor Hubbard should have insisted, but it felt too good.
“Matthew, I’m close ….”
Professor Hubbard tried to move the kid off of his cock. However, Matthew wouldn’t let him, so he ended up depositing his babies inside of the kid’s body.
It took a moment for them to catch their breath. During that time, Matthew found the courage to make a request.
“Would it be okay … if I kiss you?”
Professor Hubbard didn’t respond.
“It’s okay … I know you’re straight.”
At first, Matthew looked away and avoided direct eye contact with his teacher. Then, to his surprise, Professor Hubbard leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips. This was the man that he had a crush on for the longest time. As they made out, he felt his teacher’s cock, which was still inside of him, grow noticeably harder.
After removing the black tie that was covering his eyes, Professor Hubbard did something unexpected. He used it to blindfold the kid instead.
“It’s your turn to wear this now ….”
Matthew was surprised by the sudden hunger from his teacher, who finally started giving him the hard pounding that he so desperately needed.
Eventually, Professor Hubbard picked up his nephew and brought him to the dining table. From there, he continued to drive into the kid.
Matthew held on tight, as his teacher plunged deep inside. His fingers held the edges of the table, his mouth open, gasping for air as he was thoroughly railed.
"I don't want you to think of me as your nephew,” said Matthew. “Tonight, I'm just a horny guy who has the hots for you …."
As his teacher fucked him hard, Matthew winced in pain, but yearned for more. And that's how it went, on and on, until they lost count of how many times they did it that night.
Then, before the sun came up, Matthew quietly slipped out of the house, leaving town for good.
Author’s Note: This chapter was inspired by the true story of Matthew Shepard, whose senseless killing led to the Matthew Shepard Act (2009), a landmark anti-hate legislation.
To be continued.
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