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Rent Matthew (Chapter 14) (mm:first time, 1162 words) [14/14] show all parts

Author: Jay X
Added: Feb 22 2026Views / Reads: 6 / 5 [83%]Part vote: 10.00 (1 vote)
Final Exam – Professor Hubbard looked down at the kid, who was dripping wet with sperm.
 


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Startled, Professor Hubbard stared at his student’s impressive physique and swallowed. The kid was hot.

Matthew got on his knees and placed his hand on top of his teacher’s pants, where he felt the hard, throbbing organ underneath. It was not only large, but hefty. Then Matthew unbuttoned his teacher’s shirt and opened it. Slipping his hand inside, he felt the older man’s muscular chest.

"I'm gonna do something I've never done before ….”

Professor Hubbard: “...”

“You don't have to do anything. Just close your eyes, or watch if you want to …."

After the kid reached inside, Professor Hubbard felt a warm mouth engulf him. He watched as a set of red lips surrounded his shaft and began to slide up and down. It was his first time with another guy and it happened to be his own student.

"Tell me if I'm going too slow."

"You're ... doing ... good."

As it was his first time blowing another guy, Matthew wondered if he was doing it right. Fortunately, the college student had enough experience on the receiving end to know what he liked.

Like Gordon had done to him, Matthew engulfed the large shaft with incredible speed and precision. It was no longer a forward motion, but the slow pull-back-while-his-lips-held-onto-the-shaft motion that caused his teacher to writhe in his seat.

There were moments when Professor Hubbard's eyes were closed and his head tilted back. There were moments when his mouth parted and he looked down at what his student was doing to him. The kid wanted to please him in the worst way, and he wanted the same.

"Tell me when you're close. You can cum on my chest."

When Professor Hubbard reached the point of no return, he pulled out quickly and sprayed the teenager’s chest with his seed, some of it coating his neck.

After catching his breath, Professor Hubbard looked down at the kid, who was dripping wet with sperm. Did Matthew really deserve this? What would his parents think if they knew what he, the teacher, had done to their son?

“That was a lot of cum,” added Matthew.

Matthew grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped the sperm off his neck and chest. Then he retrieved a fresh shirt from his gym bag and pulled it over his head, leaving as quickly as he came.

Professor Hubbard had broken the most sacred tenet in his profession, having sex with his own student. Although he felt a twinge of guilt, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt. The kid was hot and his cock belonged inside of that mouth.

* * * * *

The voice on the other end of the phone was both deep and seductive, instantly capturing Gordon’s attention.

“Are you … naked?”

“Matthew, I know it’s you. What can I do for you?”

“Do I remind you of my father?”

“Your father was unusually good-looking. Other than that, I don’t think you resemble him.”

“You once told me he wasn’t a nice person.”

“He wasn’t. He was cruel and arrogant to others, but got away with it because of his looks.”

“Because of my looks … I also get away with things. For example, one time, when I was short on rent, I was given a discount.”

“That’s right! I remember that!” laughed Gordon.

“I heard my father was a player too.”

“Matthew, you’re not a player.”

“How do you know that? I think you’re just biased.”

“Perhaps I am,” admitted Gordon.

“You didn’t have a good impression of my father, yet you still had a crush on him.”

“I guess, back then, my hormones were stronger than my self-worth.”

“Do you still hate him?”

“Not really. Not anymore.”

“Good. I’m glad you moved on.”

* * * * *

To be continued. jason00usa@gmail.com

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