Lucas was an average boy at the age of 19. His father was a politician and he was eager to start his first year of college. But when his father announced that he would be having a full-time bodyguard, Lucas wasn't pleased.
"Dad, I don't need some damned babysitter following me around everywhere! I'm not a child anymore," Lucas argued, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
His father sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. "I know it's an inconvenience, son. But with my position, there are always threats. I need to know you're safe."
Lucas huffed and rolled his eyes. "I can take care of myself. And what's next, you're going to put bars on my window?"
"Lucas," his mother said in a gentle but firm tone. "Your father and I just want what's best. This bodyguard will be discreet and not cramp your style too much. It's only temporary, until your father gets re-elected and the heat dies down."
Lucas knew he was beat. He flopped down on the sofa in a sulk. "Fine. But he better not be some pervy old dude who's going to leer at me the whole time."
Later that day, Lucas's father called him into the living room. "Lucas, I want you to meet your new bodyguard, Matthew."
Lucas walked in and saw a tall, muscular man standing there. He looked to be in his early 40s, with a shaved head. The man smiled and extended a large hand. "Nice to meet you, Lucas. I'll do my best to keep you safe and let you have your freedom."
"Whatever," Lucas muttered, shaking the proffered hand briefly. He turned on his heel and stalked off to his room, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
A week later, Lucas started at his new college. He quickly met up with some friends from his high school. They were excitedly catching up when one of them noticed the older man lingering nearby.
"Who the hell's that dude shadowing you?" Jo asked, nodding towards Matthew.
Lucas glanced back and rolled his eyes. "That's my frickin' bodyguard, remember? I'm stuck with him 24/7 now."
The other guys snickered. "Damn, having your own personal guard, you're living like a celebrity, man! Hey Matthew!" they called out in unison, waving.
"My friends...real funny," Lucas said sarcastically. He told them to stop messing with him and they all headed off to check out the campus gym.
Lucas ran into Matthew in the weight room. The older man was leaning against the wall, watching him with an intent gaze. Lucas felt self-conscious under the scrutiny.
"If you're going to keep watching me like a hawk, you might as well come over and work out with me and my buddies," he said, arching an eyebrow.
Matthew flashed a pleasant smile. "You got it, sir. Let me just change."
He disappeared into the locker room and emerged a few minutes later clad in a snug tank top and workout shorts. Lucas tried not to stare at the impressive expanse of muscles on display. Matthew clearly kept in shape for his bodyguard work.
"Alright, let's get started," Matthew said jovially, moving over to a bench press. He began repping heavy weights with ease.
Lucas watched, mouth going dry. Damn, for an older guy, the man was built. Not that he was gay or anything, but Matthew was definitely easy on the eyes.
After their workout, Lucas and his friends called it a day. He bid them farewell and turned to Matthew. "Well, ready to take me home, Dad?" he asked sarcastically.
Matthew just chuckled and followed him to the car. On the drive, Lucas stewed in silence. When they got back to the house, he immediately went to his parents.
"How long does this babysitter shit have to last? I can't even hang with my friends without him lurking in the background giving me weird looks. It's embarrassing."
His mother gave him a sympathetic look. "Lucas, I know it's a drag. But your father...we just need to keep you safe for a little while longer. If you still feel this way in three weeks, you can let Matthew go, okay?"
"Three weeks?!" Lucas threw up his hands. "Geez, mom..."
"Only three weeks, dear. And remember, it's not permanent. Matthew is just a precaution."
Lucas sighed but knew he was out of options again. "Fine, whatever. Just tell him to quit creeping on me, will ya?"
The next day, Lucas was in his room changing for a shower when Matthew knocked and walked in. "Lucas, your father-"
He broke off as Lucas yelped and scrambled to cover himself. "Can't you fricking knock?!" he yelled, face flushed.
Matthew looked equally shocked. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize...I'll wait outside." He quickly backed out and shut the door.
Lucas finished dressing with trembling hands, fuming. The nerve of that guy! Did he have no concept of privacy?
But the incident was still fresh in his mind when Matthew drove him to his father's office the following day. In the car, Matthew spoke up hesitantly.
"Hey, about before...I really am sorry for barging in, Lucas. That was my fault and I should've knocked longer. It won't happen again."
Lucas shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Whatever. It's fine."
They drove in awkward silence the rest of the way. Lucas stewed, remembering his naked body on display, Matthew's gaze burning into him... No, he had to stop thinking crap like that. The guy was too old and it was totally wrong.
Over the next couple weeks, Lucas tried to ignore his bodyguard as much as possible. But Matthew was always there, friendly and polite. He had to admit the man wasn't so bad once you got past the whole surveillance thing.
Then one night, Lucas's parents went out for dinner and he hosted an impromptu party. His friends came over, drinking and getting rowdy. Matthew shuffled them out by midnight, ignoring their protests.
As the last of them stumbled out the door, Matthew turned to Lucas, hand out. "Let's see that beer, son. You know you're too young to be drinking."
Lucas jerked back, clutching his red solo cup. "Hey, I'm 19, almost 20! I can handle my liquor."
"Doubtful," Matthew said dryly. "Give it over."
"I said no way!" Lucas glared defiantly and took a defiant swig.
Matthew growled and snatched the cup away. "You want to show me you're a man? Fine."
He set the cup down and stared Lucas dead in the eye, arms crossed.
Lucas flushed, suddenly too aware of how he looked in just shorts and a tank top. On an impulse, he grabbed Matthew's wrist and yanked him close. Matthew's eyes widened.
"I'll show you I'm a man," Lucas said quietly, fishing his stiffening cock out of his shorts. "You like what you see?"
Matthew's eyes dropped to Lucas's jutting erection, darkening. He swallowed hard but didn't move.
"I said, do you like my cock?" Lucas demanded, giving it a stroke. "You want to taste it, don't you?"
Matthew wet his lips, still silent. Lucas took that as a yes. He grabbed the back of Matthew's bald head and pulled him down.
Matthew didn't resist, going to his knees and wrapping his lips around Lucas's shaft. He took him deep, eyes watering, and Lucas groaned at the wet heat engulfing him.
"Fuck yeah, suck it," he gasped, rocking his hips. Matthew gagged and slurped noisily, stroking his own cock as he worshipped Lucas's.
Lucas basked in the illicit pleasure, head thrown back. He'd never been sucked off before and it felt incredible. Matthew was a natural.
He pulled the older man up and they kissed sloppily, tongues tangling. "Bedroom. Now," Lucas said hoarsely, hauling him towards the stairs.
In his room, clothes were shed in a frenzy. Lucas took a second to admire Matthew's ripped body - damn, he really was hot for his age. Then Matthew was pushing him down and kissing him hard.
"Mm, I knew you were bi-curious," Matthew said with a smirk, rubbing their cocks together. "Wanted me all along, didn't you?"
"Shut up," Lucas growled. "I'm the one in charge, old man."
He shoved Matthew onto his back and straddled his head. "Put that tongue to work."
Matthew made no argument, burying his face between Lucas's ass cheeks and rimming him eagerly. His mustache tickled and Lucas bucked against him with a gasp.
"Yeah, eat my ass just like that," he moaned, grinding down. He stroked his own dripping cock, fucking into Matthew's mouth.
When he was good and slick, he flipped around and sank down on Matthew's thick pole. "Holy shit," Lucas whimpered as he was split open. "You're fucking huge."
Matthew grinned up at him, eyes blazing with lust. "Gonna ruin this tight little hole. Take it deep like a good boy."
He gripped Lucas' hips and started thrusting up hard and fast. Lucas cried out, the mix of pleasure and pain overwhelming. He rocked down to meet every stroke, hole fluttering around him.
Matthew sucked marks into his chest, spanking his ass. "That's it, take my cock. Gonna fill this pussy up."
"Screw me harder!" Lucas demanded breathlessly. He braced his hands on Matthew's barrel chest, riding him for all he was worth. His own cock bounced, dripping steadily.
They both grunted and cursed, consumed by raw need. Matthew pounded into him fiercely, making the headboard slam the wall.
Lucas came first with a scream, shooting untouched all over Matthew's six-pack. The bodyguard followed with a shout, spurting deep into his spasming hole.
They collapsed together, sweating and gasping. Lucas flopped off Matthew's softening cock and they lay panting for a long minute.
After, they cleaned up and slipped under the covers together. But instead of his friends' taunts and judgement, Lucas now had a whole new problem on his hands - he was seriously into his new bodyguard. And the forbidden thrill of it all only made him want Matthew more.
