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"Actually, it's a strip club with exotic male dancers."
"That's pretty funny, man."
"I'm serious. The show starts at midnight."
"How far is it?" asked Matthew.
"An hour's drive."
"That means you'll need to leave in two hours."
"That's right," confirmed Gordon.
"Do you have time to play a game?"
"What kind of game?"
"Truth or Dare."
"How do you play it?"
"We take turns asking each other questions. If you don't wanna answer the question, then there's a penalty, which involves drinking a shot of alcohol and taking something off. The game ends when one player runs out of clothes. Since it's your birthday, you can go first."
"Matthew, have you played this game before, or are you trying to get me naked?"
"Very funny, man."
Matthew stood up and walked to the bar. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, then pulled his sweater off. Tilting his head back, the college student drank his first shot.
"I really wanted to hear the answer. Let me rephrase myself. If you don't answer the question, then I'll increase your rent."
"Now who's being unfair!" complained Matthew
"Fine .... when I was in high school, I used to play the game with my English teacher. Her husband was always traveling. He made a lot of money, but left her alone five days a week!
I was horny and never paid attention in her class. I was too busy daydreaming about her and how badly I wanted her body. She agreed to tutor me if I helped her clean up, erase the whiteboard, stuff like that.
I forgot exactly how it started. I think she was pissed at her husband for something he did. We started playing games and the stripping part was an odd but fantastic addition.
At first, I stripped for test points. She would only explore my body with her eyes. One thing was for sure, if I wanted to pass the test then I had to wear enough clothes.
Her insistence on keeping our relationship non-physical frustrated me. She refused to touch me because she wanted to be faithful to her husband. This only made me want her more.
I knew she wanted my body. Why else was I taking my clothes off for test points? I couldn't understand why she would only look but not touch. More than anything, I wanted to please her in the worst way, but she rejected me.
Then one day she caught her husband cheating. Instead of getting a divorce right away, she started taking me to bed. I was in heaven for the next two months, which is how long the affair lasted. She took my virginity and taught me everything I know about sex.
I'd come over to do homework, and we'd end up rolling between the sheets. I became her boy toy for the rest of the school year. I'd take out the trash, wash her car, anything she wanted. Whatever I did, she always ended up on my lap, riding me for hours. She had a lot of stamina and could orgasm multiple times.
During that unforgettable period, her husband made a lot of money. After the divorce, she got half of everything and immediately left town. I never saw her again.
Now you know the history behind the game. Not only did I have to answer your question, but I also had to drink a shot. No more cheating, Gordon."
"That was incredible. How about I let you ask me two questions?"
During his story, Matthew had retrieved the whiskey bottle along with another glass, which he handed to Gordon.
"First question: are you only into younger guys? Second question: how young do you prefer them?"
Gordon choked on his drink.
"Don't misunderstand. I generally prefer guys in their late-20s to early-30s. For me, teenagers are cute but not in a sexual way. I don't normally dream about them in bed. As to the age floor, no one under 18. Matthew, what about you, are you into older women? How old was your teacher?"
Instead of answering, Matthew drank his second shot, then pulled his shirt off. Although Gordon saw his tenant shirtless before, he couldn't help getting hard every time he got another glimpse of it.
"Are you out to anyone?"
"My family knows, but we don't talk about it. A month ago, I came out to my closest friends. They were very supportive."
"I'm glad it turned out well for you."
"Thanks, Matthew. Have you ever watched gay porn before?"
Instead of answering the question, Matthew drank his third shot, then kicked one of his shoes off.
"What do you find most attractive about me?" asked Matthew.
"If you asked me that question a few months ago, I would have said your face. As you know, you're really attractive. However, after I saw you naked ... I think your best feature is your body. Matthew, how would you compare my blowjobs to the girls you've been with?"
Matthew poured himself another drink and kicked his other shoe off. Then he finished his fourth shot.
"This is driving me crazy. Why aren't you answering any of my questions?"
"When did you know you were gay?" asked Matthew.
"I guess you could say I was a late bloomer. I didn't know, or at least I didn't accept that my attraction for other guys was an indication of my sexual orientation, until my second year in high school. At first, I thought it was just admiration, but I later realized when I fantasized about guys having sex with girls, I was actually paying more attention to the guy. When I was inside of you, did you feel any sensation other than pain?"
Matthew poured himself another shot and bent down to pull one of his socks off. Then he consumed his fifth drink.
"Are you dating anyone?"
"I'm not seeing anyone right now. I stopped dating when you moved in. After what I did to you, why did you forgive me?"
Instead of answering, Matthew consumed his sixth drink and pulled his other sock off.
"Have you gone back to the guy on the street corner?"
"I stopped paying for sex after we started our monthly arrangement. Have you been with another guy?"
Finally, the moment Gordon had been waiting for had arrived. Matthew had taken everything off except his pants, and Gordon wanted them off too. His tenant just looked at him and didn't say or do anything, like he was debating his next move. Given how unreal the night had been so far, Gordon thought that it could go either way, including the wrong way.
Matthew eventually got up to get more ice. And before he sat down again, he unbuttoned his pants and took them off. Wearing only a pair of low-rise boxer briefs, the kid left nothing to the imagination. Matthew poured himself his seventh drink and chugged it.
"How often do you jack off?"
"Used to be once a week. Since you moved in, it's become daily."
Before Gordon could ask his next question, Matthew interrupted, "Gordon, let's not play anymore."
"What? I was so close!"
The kid was almost naked with only a pair of boxer briefs left, and Gordon was just one question away from getting Matthew to take that off too! It was Gordon's birthday and this was way better than any strip club.
"You don't have to worry about that right now ..." assured Matthew.
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