Debts to Clear (2/2)
After getting Gordon’s full attention, Matthew reached for his glass on the side table and took a sip. Then he started undressing.
First, Matthew pulled off his shirt, revealing a shredded upper body. Gordon watched the kid fold his shirt, which he placed on the side table next to him.
“I’m sorry I rushed you to help me find my father. Originally, I needed something to distract me from what happened back home, so I got you to help me find my father. But now that I’m returning to Georgia, it’s no longer a priority.”
“It’s fine, Matthew.”
Matthew took another sip of his drink. Then proceeded to take his pants off. Gordon saw how the boxer briefs held tightly to the kid’s body and left little to the imagination in terms of what was underneath. He watched the kid fold his pants, which he placed on top of the folded shirt.
“Although you didn’t say how much of a bonus you paid the detective, I’m sure it was a lot.”
“Don’t worry about it,” assured Gordon, who was increasingly distracted by the kid’s strip tease.
Matthew then pulled his socks off and placed them on top of the neatly folded pile of clothes.
“Because I couldn’t iron your clothes this week, I took these items off to compensate you for that. They will remain off for the next thirty minutes, which is how long it usually takes for me to iron your clothes.”
Gordon swallowed.
“From the look on your face, I trust you are okay with this arrangement?”
Gordon nodded.
Matthew went to the bar to refill his drink. When he returned, he took another sip.
“As for the final payment for the work you did to find my father … ideally I should pay you in cash. However, I was wondering if you would be interested in making a trade?”
“What … do you want to trade?”
“The pair of boxer briefs I’m wearing right now.”
“Do I get to keep it?”
Matthew nodded.
Gordon visibly gulped.
“Now you know why I took off everything except for this. I purposely left it on so you could personally take it off yourself.”
Gordon: “...”
“But before you do that, there’s one more matter to discuss.”
“What … is it?”
“The pair of handcuffs next to you. Remember when I gave them to you for your birthday? I was too drunk that night, so you didn’t get the chance to use them.”
Gordon held his breath as the kid elaborated.
“Tonight, you can handcuff me to whatever you want. You don’t need to rush. You can have up to two hours. After that, all my debts to you will be fully repaid. I don’t know when I’ll be back to London again, so this might be your last chance to get lucky with me for a while. And if you and Jeremy get back together, then this really will be the last time ….”
Gordon took a moment to collect himself before approaching the kid. With impure thoughts in his mind, he proceeded to handcuff Matthew’s hands together.
“When Jeremy finds out, he’s gonna want to destroy this.”
Gordon: “...”
“You may want to buy another pair, so he can vent his anger out on the fake pair.”
The kid was right. Gordon had to keep the handcuffs and underwear in a safe and secure place.
After taking his time to paw every part of the kid’s body to his heart’s content, Gordon finally pulled Matthew’s boxer briefs off. Then he stared at the boy’s beautiful cock, before bringing the underwear to his face and inhaling. The kid’s scent was intoxicating.
“Do you think I’m a homewrecker?”
“Most definitely,” replied Gordon, whose face was now nuzzled in the kid’s crotch.
“But seriously, if Jeremy goes overboard then you can always remind him about the time he took advantage of me.”
“That’s right! That bastard had sex with you.”
Gordon led Matthew, who was in handcuffs, to the chair. He then pushed the kid’s legs up and proceeded to rim the teenager in earnest, kissing and tonguing his incredible hole.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later ….
“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck!!!!!”
Gordon shot deep inside the kid. It was his second orgasm.
“What’s wrong?” asked Matthew.
“I came too soon.”
“Do you wanna uncuff me now?”
Matthew was relieved that it was finally over. By now, he was sore down below.
“I’m not done yet.”
Matthew: “...”
For Gordon, the past hour and a half was unreal. He initially handcuffed his former tenant’s hands together and made him hold onto the doorframe while he pummeled the kid from behind. Next, Gordon pushed Matthew onto his back and handcuffed him to the bed frame. Then he fucked the kid senseless. Finally, while Matthew was still handcuffed to the frame, he flipped him onto his stomach and got on top of the kid’s lower body, effectively pinning Matthew to the bed and exposing his bubble butt. During the entire time, Gordon’s enthusiasm was unrelenting and merciless.
“Wait … why are you still hard?”
Matthew could feel Gordon’s hardness press up against him from behind.
“I can’t help it. Your ass is too perfect. Just looking at it makes me want to hold it in place while I fuck it again. Besides, you said I could have my way with you for two hours. I still have another 30 minutes left.”
“The two-hour guide was there so you wouldn’t feel rushed!” protested Matthew.
“A deal is a deal. Don’t you want to pay off all your debts?”
Doggy-style, Gordon reentered the kid from behind and was blown away by how good it felt to be inside of him again.
“Fuck!” groaned Matthew.
“Plus, as you pointed out earlier, I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again,” said Gordon.
“Just be gentle, okay? Don’t get too excited or you’ll hurt me.”
“Who told you to always tease me with your body?”
“I didn’t!” complained Matthew.
“Here I was, thinking I was your first and only guy in your life, but it turns out you let other men tap this hot ass of yours too ….”
“What the fuck!”
“And you even slept with your father’s younger brother. Isn’t that considered incest?”
“Fuck Gordon, not too fast!”
As he fucked the kid silly, Gordon reminded Matthew of his own words from the past.
“Remember what you told me on my birthday? You said … tonight you have the opportunity to do what you wanted to 18 years ago.”
“What the fuck!”
“You said … tonight I want you to listen to that big thing of yours down there.”
“Slow down, will you?”
“And don’t get me started with how you let Jeremy blow you ….”
“He forced himself onto me!”
“Still … you made me jealous.”
“But I let you fuck me that night!”
“And don’t forget how cruel your father was to me.”
“I’m not my father!”
Back and forth, the two bickered like an old couple while Gordon had his way with the kid’s body, until the older man finally came inside the kid again, shooting his third load with the eagerness of someone who had just hit puberty.
When it was finally over, Matthew stormed out of Gordon’s room, visibly upset and walking funny.
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To be continued.
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