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Gordon returned with the yearbook and a bottle of red wine. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
"Dude, you look worried. I almost feel bad about giving you a clue."
"Matthew ... tell me we're not related."
"Alright, we're not related," laughed Matthew.
"Please don't joke about this."
"You're not my father, if that's what you wanna know. I was just messing with you so you would bring more alcohol."
"I should take that bottle away!" threatened Gordon.
"Please don't ... I'll make it up to you. Be a good sport and open this up for me while I look for the page, will you?"
"Were you close with your stepfather?" asked Gordon.
"He was good to my mom and treated me like a son. I'll never forget that. In high school, did you have a crush on anyone?"
"I had a huge crush on the captain of the football team. He was really good-looking but did bad things to a lot of students."
Matthew took the bottle away from Gordon and began to drink from it directly.
"What did he do?"
"He and his friends used to bully all the nerds like myself. I think he knew I liked him, so he was particularly cruel to me. He would constantly slap my face, throw things at me, pour drinks on my head, stuff like that."
"He sounds like a jerk."
"And yet I was foolish enough to have this intense crush on him."
Matthew pointed to a photo in the yearbook.
"Is that him?"
"Yes, that's ...."
Gordon was shocked to see the resemblance between Matthew and the high school jock that he tried so hard to forget.
"You knew him as Daniel Law, the rich surfer kid from California. I know him as the creep that went out with my mom when she was a sophomore in high school. He dated my mom and didn't use protection. That's the main reason why he transferred to your school, to get away from responsibility."
"Damn ... you really do look like Daniel."
Gordon was still in shock and at a loss for words. Father and son looked too much alike. They even had the same sex appeal.
"How do you feel?"
"What ... do you mean?"
"Back in high school, you would've done anything to get in his pants. How does it feel to know you've been in his son's pants?"
Gordon: "..."
"What would my father think if he found out you had sex with me?"
"So you knew all along and didn't tell me?"
"Whatever, dude. If you knew the truth earlier ... you would have hit on me even harder."
The attorney in him wanted to argue back but couldn't.
"You're right," admitted Gordon.
Gordon felt a bit of pride in knowing that he had slept with the son of his high school nemesis. In some ways, it was a consolation prize for how badly he was treated.
"I'm only telling you now because I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Damn ... what a secret!"
"To be honest, right now I don't wanna think about my stepfather or what I must do tomorrow."
Matthew continued to drink from the bottle, taking sip after sip.
"Matthew ... are you okay?"
"Not really. Maybe I need a distraction. Do you wanna help?"
Gordon nodded.
"Tonight, you're not allowed to drink anymore," instructed Matthew, as he himself continued to quench his thirst.
"Your wish is my command."
"No, I don't want you to listen to me. Tonight, I want you to listen to that big thing of yours down there."
Gordon: "..."
"Thanks for lending me the money. I know it's not a small amount. Instead of paying you interest, I'm letting you have my body tonight."
"You don't have to do this."
"I don't take charity, remember? Besides, I haven't given you your birthday present yet."
"Matthew ... you've already given me a lot."
Matthew refused to argue. Instead, he walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs.
"Tonight, you have the opportunity to do what you wanted to 18 years ago. Here's the key. You can cuff me to anything you want. Happy birthday, Gordon."
"If I paid for your return ticket, would you consider coming back?"
Instead of answering the question, Matthew emptied the final shot of whiskey down his throat. Then he walked over to the bed and got underneath the sheets. Lastly, the kid pulled his boxer briefs off and tossed them out the side of the bed.
Gordon visibly swallowed. Was this even real?
"What are you waiting for?" teased Matthew. "Come and get it."
As Gordon approached the bed, the teenager passed out with a drunken smile on his lips.
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To be continued. jason00usa@gmail.com
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