Makeup Exam
A week later, Matthew paid his professor another visit. This time he came with a pink slip, requesting to drop the class because he was too distracted and didn’t think he could pass.
Speaking of distraction, the kid’s body was a distraction. Professor Hubbard found it difficult to take his eyes off of the college student.
“Matthew, don’t drop my class. If you stay, I’ll help you out.”
"Really? You'd tutor me?"
Professor Hubbard nodded.
"I'm sorry about last week ...."
"It's okay."
"I don’t wanna drop your class. I don't wanna fail either."
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Twenty minutes after handing out the makeup exam, Professor Hubbard saw that the college student had not made much progress. Against his better judgment, he decided to break the rules and help him out. Besides, asking Matthew to write the problem on the whiteboard provided an excuse to check him out from behind.
Indeed, the kid looked good from behind. Matthew’s wide shoulders tapered down to a small waist, which sat above a round and muscular bubble butt.
It was a warm day so Matthew decided to take off his sweatshirt. However, in the process of pulling off his hoodie, the kid’s shirt came up slightly. Matthew caught Professor Hubbard staring at his exposed waist and decided that this was his opportunity to improve his grade.
"It’s hot in here. Do you mind if I take off my shirt to cool down? Also, can you help me with this problem?"
Matthew didn’t wait for permission to pull off his shirt, which left his teacher speechless.
Professor Hubbard wasn’t expecting to see the kid’s washboard abs. Though he was distracted, he agreed to help and eventually ended up giving his student all the answers to the rest of the makeup exam.
"You look good from behind."
"Matthew, how old are you?"
“I'm 18 if you're worried about the law."
As he finished copying the answers to his test paper, Matthew felt guilty. Cheating wasn't part of his nature. Sex and seduction were, but not this.
"Thanks for your help. I have a much better understanding now. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Professor Hubbard shook his head.
"I'm sorry I had to maintain my grades this way …."
"I heard about your family situation. I understand."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" repeated Matthew, who began to rub his abs in a way that could only be interpreted as suggestive.
Professor Hubbard swallowed.
"I can tell you're new to this."
"I've never been with a guy before."
“We don't have to do anything serious. I can, like, mow your lawn or wash your car. I'll leave my number. Message me when you’re ready to collect."
Professor Hubbard watched the kid put his clothes back on.
"Thanks for your help. I'll look through the materials you recommended. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm more than just a body and face."
Matthew left with a guilty conscience. Gordon wanted his body and Matthew had given it to him. Professor Hubbard was different. His teacher wasn't playing hard to get, yet Matthew pursued him for ulterior reasons.
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When he answered the call from an unknown number, Gordon heard a deep, seductive voice.
"Are you naked?"
"Who … is this?” asked Gordon.
“What are you wearing?”
“Shorts and a T-shirt. How about you?”
“Just boxer briefs.”
“Wait … Matthew, is that you?”
Matthew couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing.
“Is this your new number?” asked Gordon.
"Do you miss me?”
"Of course I miss you."
"Yeah? Which part of me?"
"All of it … including that smart ass of yours."
"Wrong answer! I’m not smart. Why haven’t you called? Didn’t I give you my home number?"
"I called, but your mom picked up."
“She didn’t mention it.”
Gordon was suddenly silent on the other end of the line.
“Wait … you didn't hang up on my mom, did you?"
Gordon: “...”
“You hung up on my mom!”
“I'm sorry, Matthew.”
“Let me guess. You were too embarrassed to talk to my mom because of what you did to her son.”
Gordon facepalmed.
"Since I left London, have you thought about me?"
“What do you think?”
Since his former tenant left, Gordon often thought about how much he wanted to slurp on that amazing pole again.
"Good. Just wanted to confirm that. By the way, I haven't forgotten about the money I owe you. I’ll pay you back after the crops are harvested in a few months."
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