An Old Friend (2/2)
After playfully berating Gordon for his tenant selection criteria, which seemed to be exclusively young, good-looking male students, Matthew got up and made himself a drink at the bar.
“Before Jeremy interrupted us, I was on your bed, in my underwear, asking for your help ….”
“Damn, that’s right!”
“With your line of work, I thought you would know how to track someone down."
“Don’t worry, Matthew. I’ll help you find your father. Are you staying the night?”
"Yes, if that’s okay with you."
"You can have Jeremy's room. I'll get you some fresh sheets."
"Actually … I was thinking about sharing your bed."
Gordon was caught off guard by the kid’s proposal. He wasn’t sure if his former tenant was serious.
This was the college student that had played such an important role in his life. During a low period in Gordon’s life when he was still in the closet and lacked self-confidence, Matthew was the one person that made him feel normal. Truth be told, he would have done anything for the kid. Over the past several months, he really missed his former tenant.
"Are you … sure?"
Matthew nodded.
“Is this supposed to be an apology for Jeremy or a pre-payment to look for your father?”
“What do you want it to be?”
“I’m joking. Either way, it’s not necessary. You don’t owe me anything. You’ve already done a lot for me.”
“I didn’t say we were gonna have sex,” explained Matthew. “I just offered to share the bed with you. It’s late and I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have.”
Although he was disappointed by the clarification, Gordon didn’t complain. At least the kid was back in his life again.
“How long do you think it will take to find my father?” asked Matthew.
“Could be a week or two, maybe longer. Do you have any info to work on?”
“Other than his name and that he was your classmate, not really. Do you mind if I stay with you until you find him?”
“You can have Jeremy’s old room.”
“How was the sex with Jeremy?”
“To be honest, it was hot. Similar to you, he has a nice body.”
“I guess I ruined it for you.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“If I take over Jeremy’s room, should I also take over his ironing responsibilities?”
“Matthew … you know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“I know, but I also don’t wanna owe you anything. Besides, he’s gone because of me. Perhaps I can be his substitute until you’re able to locate my father. I won’t need a weekly allowance, just your help locating my father and free lodging. How often did Jeremy return the favor?”
“Our arrangement was weekly. His shirt came off wherever I opened my wallet.”
“That sounds pretty transactional.”
“It was, but I didn’t mind. Money was not an issue.”
“Then I guess, to play the part, I should also be transactional ….”
Matthew’s fingers found the tail end of his shirt and pulled it off for the third time that night.
Gordon swallowed. Was this really happening?
“Are you … sure about this?”
“Do you remember our first transaction when I was short on rent?”
“How could I forget?”
“I’m offering the same tonight.”
“You mean ….”
“Appetizer and main course.”
Once again, Matthew took his pants off and got on the bed.
“Fuck, Matthew … you really know how to get my attention.”
For a moment, Gordon stared at his former tenant, who wore only boxer briefs. This was an image he never wanted to forget.
Gordon climbed on the bed and brought his face to the kid’s crotch. After inhaling, he felt Matthew’s throbbing organ, tracing his fingers around the familiar outline. Then he pulled the teenager’s boxer briefs off and gasped at how thick and large it was.
As Matthew leaned his head back, his lips parted and the oxygen flowed in. All his concentration went to breathing, as his former landlord gave him incredible head.
For Gordon, going down on the kid was as much a main course as it was an appetizer. He worshiped the boy and was determined to thoroughly worship his cock.
It didn’t take long for Matthew to reach orgasm. When he did, Gordon swallowed every drop and thoroughly licked it clean.
After the kid was completely drained, Gordon kissed his way down to the entrance. Then he pushed Matthew’s legs up and began to rim the kid in earnest.
Before long, he broke the seal of a lubricated condom and entered Matthew. Then he began to fuck the kid in earnest, gradually building up a steady rhythm.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good.”
After banging the kid for some time, Gordon had to catch his breath, before resuming. All the practice he had with Jeremy was now being put to good use.
Meanwhile, Matthew’s eyes were slightly wet and he winced from all the thrusts. Every time Gordon sank into him, his body would flex to accommodate.
"Are you close?" complained Matthew, after Gordon had fucked him for a good forty-five minutes without stopping.
Gordon didn’t want to stop what he was doing. It felt too good. However, he did speed up his assault, putting all he had into every thrust. Jeremy had been his regular fuck buddy, and now Matthew had to take his place in one drawn-out session.
Nearing the point of no return, Gordon repositioned the kid to lie on his side and started rapidly fucking his ass from behind.
"Fuck, I'm close," warned Gordon, as his grip tightened around the kid's small waist.
When it was finally over, Matthew pushed Gordon off and hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. Then he pulled on his underwear, got into bed, and fell into a deep slumber.
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To be continued.
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