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"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.

* * * * *

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."

* * * * *

To be continued. jason00usa@gmail.com

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