Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 17
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Seventeen – Sixty-Nice
"You know what?" Matty
said, lifting his head, just when he was about to go down on the Mighty Thor
and prove his worth and that of Rusty's lessons in uninhibited sex.
"What?" Rusty quirked an
eyebrow in his best sexy pirate impersonation.
"I want to undress you.
Like completely." Without being told `yes', Matty raised both hands and began
unbuttoning Rusty's dress shirt with eager fingers.
"I put a lot of thought
into dressing up tonight," Rusty took care to remind his very forward pupil.
Matty stopped for a
moment. "Why?"
Oh, well, that was a good
question. "I like looking my best," Rusty said with a shrug. "Jonathan gave this
shirt to me as a gift. And I stalked him around the house until he agreed to
lend me some of his cologne, too."
Matty gave him a delicate
sniff. "I like you better au naturel," he said.
"Well, I didn't dress up
for you," Rusty replied, a tiny bit miffed with that statement.
"Who did you dress up for?"
Matty rested his elbows on Rusty's thighs and looked up at him, although it did
feel a little like he was doing the opposite, with that attitude.
"Okay, I did dress up for
you," Rusty said just to escape that sassy glare.
"You did?" From sassy to
astonished at the drop of a dime. Those cute eyes were so pretty, beautiful
even, and Rusty must have had a bad case of remembering the proper order of
adjectives, or he would have come up with a longer list.
"In the sense that I
intended to look every bit like your teacher, given the occasion," Rusty
hurried to add. Clearing up misunderstandings was his forte. Not.
"The occasion of me
failing the test of resisting players?" Matty inquired slowly.
"You're making my dick
die on you with all this interrogation," Rusty shot back.
Matty gave him a pretty
self-assured smile. "I don't fear that. The Mighty Thor has quite a reputation,"
he teased, sticking his tongue out for a moment, and looking pretty damn
scrumptious like that.
Rusty allowed him to
unbutton his shirt and let out an exhalation when Matty reached under his
undershirt and teased the naked skin. Then, Matty got to his feet and put the
dress shirt neatly on the back of a chair, the only one in the room.
To speed things up,
because he didn't quite understand why his excitement was soaring with each of
Matty's simple gestures, Rusty took it upon himself to get rid of the
undershirt. However, he didn't have to continue with the pants, because Matty
was back to work, and his nimble fingers were unbuckling, unbuttoning and all
that.
Rusty was on his feet
now, so he could take in Matty on his knees, the kind of sight he liked a great
deal if anyone was asking. There was surety in the way Matty
moved, his strong, slender hands doing everything without hesitation. It
appeared that nothing was beneath him because before taking Rusty out of his
dress pants, he began untying his shoelaces and removing his footwear.
"You really mean to see
me all naked?"
A beaming smile was his
answer. And then, as soon as Rusty was in his birthday suit and nothing else,
Matty had his cheek planted alongside the Mighty Thor, and his tongue reached
underneath, playful and on a mission.
An idea struck Rusty.
"How about we sixty-nine?"
Matty looked up again.
"So, it wasn't just the one time?"
"You mean, me sucking you
off? No, I told you. We're cocksucking friends now."
"Right, right, I keep
forgetting." Matty got to his feet.
Rusty reached for his
large t-shirt. "And it's only fair to get you out of your clothes, too.
Although you look pretty good a bit ruffled."
Matty laughed. "Thanks
for the compliment." He ran his hands through his hair to make some adjustments,
but Rusty made it all bad again by ruffling it and destroying Matty's efforts.
It didn't appear to faze
the guy in the least. Rusty watched as Matty got rid of all his clothes and
then moved closer. Something of the closeness hit Rusty as familiar, but he
couldn't put his finger on what it was because Matty gave him a sweet gentle
kiss, and there was nothing else for him to do but wrap his arms around him and
move toward the bed.
They fell on it and
aligned their bodies, teasing each other with short kisses. How come it was
more than just sex when he was with Matty? He had to be the only one thinking
that way. After all, they were teacher and student, and such relationships
were, supposedly, frowned upon.
So meek were all his
rationalizations when it came to all the newness that had moved in with Matty, like a guest he couldn't remembered inviting. It
didn't matter; it felt good, and all his life, Rusty had cared about the stuff
that felt good.
Matty angled his head,
and their kiss deepened. Rusty found it most convenient to put his hands around
the other's waist, and one of them reached lower, resting on the curve of that
delicious ass.
"Rusty Parker, you're the
best kisser in the world," Matty moaned during a short break.
"You haven't tried too
many dudes, though," Rusty reminded him.
"I don't have to. When
you find the best, you just know, right?"
The praise tickled him in
all the right places. "I suppose. But how can you be sure?"
Matty chuckled, and
licked Rusty's lips slowly. "Just like that. It's magic, and I don't have to
explain shit."
That sounded just right.
To be the best for someone, that had to mean something.
"But I bet you hear that
all the time," Matty added as he moved closer for another kiss.
"A lot less often than
you might think," Rusty murmured and took Matty up on the offer as the pretty
lips opened and the playful tongue moved forward.
His lips were tingling when
they drew away from each other. That was a good moment to take a close look at
the guy in front of him. What made him so special? Never before had he
thought... No, that wasn't right, and he knew it. A little bit of honesty and
introspection always hurt. He had wanted it, low key, in the back of his mind,
for a while now.
It was easier to play, to
be easy. "How about that sixty-nine?" he proposed, all too willing to get back
on familiar ground.
Matty seemed fairly
reluctant to let go of him but obeyed nonetheless. "Who's going to be on top?"
"You, obviously, because
you're smaller. I don't want to crush you. And it's the same as I've always
done with--" he stopped abruptly.
"With girls," Matty
supplied the thing he didn't want to say out loud. "It's okay, I know who's in
my bed." He rolled his pretty eyes for good measure. "And I don't mind."
"Why would you mind?"
Rusty braved. "You have all this," he gestured at his naked body, "all to
yourself."
Matty threw him a
critical look that made him squirm a little. Was he not up to par or something?
There was still that matter to settle about Matty's type. Too bad he hadn't
paid attention that one time. It was a shame really, and now they were stuck in
a joke about Ivy League degrees and expensive cars. The big schlongs were okay.
They were present on the battleground. Rusty looked at Matty's cute one for
confirmation. Yeap, it was up, proud, and ready for
the skirmish. "You know what?" he asked. "Let's do it differently. Let's do a...
sixty-nice."
"Sixty-nice? What's
that?" Matty's eyes lit up with interest.
"Each of us," Rusty
launched his challenge slowly so that his pupil would understand, "will have to
do everything that crosses his mind to make things more interesting."
Matty cocked his head to
one side. "More interesting? Not nicer?"
"Terms like that can be
subjective. I'll pat you on the butt when I like what you do, since my mouth's
going to be busy. You tap me on the thigh. Do we have a deal?"
Matty grinned and gave
him two thumbs up, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Rusty frowned and
considered his pupil's usual sassiness. "No biting sensitive parts, okay?"
"I'm a dude, too. I
wouldn't do anything to you that'd hurt me," came the prompt reply.
"Okay, good. Let's go,
people. I want my dick sucked before morning comes, if possible."
***
Matty knew he had to have
been smiled upon by fate, or something like that. Rusty was still an enigma, of
course, and just blaming it all on nothing but the guy's peculiar personality
and propensity for all things sexual didn't work. For some reason, of all the people
in the world, Rusty had chosen him to be cocksucking
friends.
And now, the challenge of
his life was upon him. Rusty was very adept at manipulating him until he lay on
top, face to face with the Mighty Thor again. He could distinctively feel
Rusty's hands on his butt cheeks, playing with them. Naughty fingers probed him
everywhere, but Matty had to agree that it was going to be a sixty-nice after
all, because he couldn't dream of anything nicer than this.
Rusty started by daringly
swallowing one ball, then the other. Matty grunted. So, that was how they were
going to play this. Therefore, he grabbed hold of the hard cock in front of him
and swallowed half of it. He dragged it out of his mouth slowly, but applying a
lot of pressure all the way. When he pulled the lollipop out with a short
smacking sound, his reward was Rusty's very explicit moan of appreciation.
"I have another idea,"
Rusty said. "Since I need some sort of steering mechanism, I'm going to use
your asshole."
"Steering. In layman's
terms, what does it mean?" Matty continued to rub Rusty's cock up and down.
Rusty pushed a wet finger
inside Matty's ass. "If I go to and fro," he explained through example, "it
means that you can continue. If I hook my finger like
this," he again made it clear through actions and drawing a sharp inhalation
from Matty, "it means that you can do it harder and faster."
"Keep going like that
with your steering, and I'll give you a facial you won't soon forget."
Rusty laughed and slapped
his butt with delight. "I'm not scared," he announced.
"Don't say I didn't warn
you," Matty said cheerfully. "Now, let's make it nicer."
Rusty didn't comment
anymore once Matty began devouring his cock with an unrivalled appetite. He
went hard to work himself, pushing Matty's cock inside his mouth and making a
great job out of it.
Matty was slightly aware
of the sounds they were making in his small dorm room. Could anyone guess from
the population of several thousand students going to Sunny Hill that he now had
Rusty under him and they were sucking each other's dicks? Except for Zoey, and
even she wouldn't imagine that he was moving that fast – that they were moving
that fast – hopefully no one would.
The thought alone made
him feel giddy, like he had the biggest secret he could possibly have, and the
nicest of them all. Even if it was just a thing of the now, it would go down in
history as it should. He had done the sixty-nice with the king of Sunny Hill.
Split between the
sensation of having his cock engulfed to the hilt by moist tight heat and
taking delight in attacking Rusty's Mighty Thor from all possible angles, he
was slowly becoming a mess. He was drooling over the object of his affection,
and that wasn't just some turn of phrase. The slurping sounds he was making
dripped in his ear like dirty little secrets. The only thing rivaling with them
was the beating of his heart, which he could hear but only if he focused really
hard. He just knew that it was hammering in his chest while he was living one
of his fantasies, a fantasy which he'd had no idea he nurtured until now.
Rusty had seemed to
struggle a bit at first but it looked like he was going at it with a vengeance
now, and there was no inch left of Matty's cock outside that generous playful
mouth. They were having fun, indeed. If fun was the right word to describe so
much sensation and an overwhelmed heart.
He was taken by surprise as
Rusty's firm hand pushed him to swallow the cock he
was sucking to its root. It could only mean one thing, along with the fact that
the `steering' finger had now stilled in his ass.
Matty could tell his eyes
were rolling in his head as his his toes were curling
against the coverlet while Rusty came and came in waves inside his mouth. The
fact that he was coming, too, was just a second-hand emotion, as he discovered
that giving could be more thrilling than receiving. Or that they were almost
fairly equal.
Rusty was gentle as he
brought him down from his high and gently guided him onto his side. Then, the
same gentle firmness was used to make him turn and align himself with the
gorgeous guy in his bed.
"That was, indeed, an
awesome sixty-nice," Rusty declared.
Matty laughed. "I
completely agree."
"Kiss?" Rusty asked in an
unhurried voice.
"Sure," Matty obliged.
They weren't as hungry
anymore, so the kiss reflected that. They brushed their lips slowly against
each other's mouths and sighed contentedly with each nip and lick. It felt like
such a perfect moment to declare his love that Matty hesitated. No, he'd just
spoil it. Rusty counted on him not to be clingy and all that. An ill-timed `I
love you' would just make a big mess out of things.
"I'd like to sleep here
if it's not too much to ask," Rusty said primly, back to his playful side.
"I'd love to have you
over, doctor, I mean teach, I mean..."
"Shut up." Rusty laughed
against his lips and kissed him again to make his point.
***
Matty watched with
languid satisfaction while Rusty made a show of putting his clothes back on
from the night before. They still looked great on him, but it was the gleam in
the wicked green eyes that told a different story about how Rusty Parker had
spent the last several hours. That meant, of course, before sleeping all
wrapped up in Matty, and the other way around.
He only pulled on a pair
of sweatpants and enjoyed the appreciative stare Rusty gave his naked chest for
a few moments too many. "People are going to wonder again where you slept last
night."
Rusty shrugged. "I can
invent an older lover off campus. You know, like that mature chick that's
banging your roommate's brains out right now."
Matty opened his mouth to
say that he had lied about John that one time, but he didn't have the chance.
Like in those movies when the inevitable simply happens, and nothing can stop
it, the sound of the lock being turned by a key took them both unawares.
He barely had the
presence of mind to grab a t-shirt and open the window wide. Rusty just watched
him curiously and then turned his head to witness Matty's roommate walking in.
John stopped as soon as
he was in the room and took in its present occupants. He pushed his eyeglasses
up on his nose, scrunched up his face, and stared at Rusty, and then looked around,
as if he had just discovered that he had ended up in the wrong room.
Matty noticed the red
eyes right away. The guy's allergies were probably acting up again, and overall
he didn't look very good. John shared the same love for baggy clothes as Matty,
and he was even more studious, although with somewhat less commendable results.
The reason why he had chosen to stay away from dorm life was that he believed
even someone as into studying as Matty would somehow
encroach on his time and make him fail his exams.
The three of them
exchanged looks for moments that seemed to stretch into forever. It was a
classic Mexican standoff.
Rusty broke the illusion.
"What's up, man? Is the jaded husband back home?"
John blinked very hard a
couple of times and turned to Matty. "Did you rent
out my bed, Matthew?" And then, turning toward Rusty, he asked the most
incredible question of them all. "Who are you?" He moved closer to inspect
Rusty through his thick glasses.
Matty jumped into action.
"No renting. See?" He gestured at the neatly made bed that had remained in the
same state since the beginning of the year.
John forgot about Rusty
and moved toward the bed. He dropped his backpack on it and then pulled out a
book. "I need to study," he said in all seriousness.
Rusty was making a face that
looked like he had just swallowed a dozen lemons or so. Matty could sense
another disaster in the making and grabbed Rusty so he could push him out the
door. "Not another word from you or I'll beat your ass with a wooden ruler
until you cry `mommy'," he said, whispering his threats rapidly like cannon
fire.
"But he doesn't--" Rusty
started.
"I can trade that wooden
ruler for a whip," Matty insisted.
Rusty was out the door
now. His eyes glinted and crinkled at the corners. "Promise?"
"Yes." Matty slammed the
door promptly in his face. Damn, that had been close.
"Since when are you
bringing men here, Matthew?" John inquired, his nose stuffed in the book. He
hadn't even taken off his shoes, he was that absorbed in his studies.
"That wasn't a man,"
Matty protested.
"I may be as blind as a
bat, but that was a man," John shot back. "Very rude. I bet he's not even a
student here at Sunny Hill. Your parents would be very disappointed if they
knew."
"Let's not jump to
conclusions here," Matty said in an appeasing voice.
He had forgotten that his roommate seemed to be the insufferable kind. He was
willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt, but in this case, his first
impression appeared to be the correct one. On the first day of their senior
year, when he had installed himself in this room, his parents had come, as
usual, to help him. John had witnessed the usual pep talk Matty got from his
folks about studying hard and making them proud. His mom's `not a good time for
boyfriends' must have reached John's ears, hence his reaction at the present
moment.
"I don't care anyway,"
John said with a pinch of envy. "I would be more concerned about my grades if I
were you, and not with this kind of extracurricular activity. And close that
window already. Can't you see I'm tearing up?"
Matty shrugged and closed
the window. He didn't exactly care what John thought of him bringing `men' to
his dorm room, but he didn't want some random gossip to escape into the wild
and mess up the fragile understanding he had with Rusty. They had barely arrived
at being cocksucking friends, and Matty
wouldn't jeopardize such a thing for the world. As miffed as Rusty had to be
about not being recognized, they had to be satisfied with it.
***
What an astonishing
roommate Matty had! Rusty mused over his failing popularity while walking out
of the dorm and into the Sunday morning sun. Usually, after a night spent
partying he was a lethargic mess and didn't want to do more than walk a few
steps to the nearest bed, preferably his own.
That wasn't the case this
morning. He felt fresh like a daisy. For half the night, he had slept in
Matty's arms, their sleepy cocks touching each other, and making him feel low
key still horny, but too satisfied to care. That had to be working wonders for
his complexion, for sure, because he felt the skin of his face was really
tight.
Like that, he walked into
the house he shared with his friends, and was promptly surprised by four heads
turning to meet him. "What?" he asked at the questioning looks.
Maddox was the first to
grab the bull by the horns. "Where are you coming from at this hour?"
"Geez, Maddie. I was
expecting that kind of thing from Kane." His other friend nodded in agreement.
"Rusty," Dex growled playfully at him, "are we even your pals
anymore? From where are you coming with that ear-to-ear grin?"
"Psh,
I'm not allowed to smile or something?" Rusty protested.
"She must be one hell of
a chick," Dex commented. "You're sneaking around, you
care way too much about what to wear, and you come home looking fucked and
pleased like never before."
"I'm always fucked and
pleased," Rusty shot his line and tried to walk toward the stairs. There was no
way he could wipe that grin off his face, and he didn't even want to try,
anyway.
A small grunt from
Jonathan drew his attention. "Do you have something to say too?" he asked.
Maddox's fiancé gave him
an odd mysterious look. "If I ever have something to say to you regarding the
way you look right now, I'll say it to you in private."
Ah, Johnny boy was
subtler than the rest. They all smelled blood in the water, but it wasn't like
Rusty wanted to confess how awesome it was to have a sixty-nice with his tutor.
That was the best sex he had had in a long time if he thought about it, nothing
like the usual routine. "That's quite bold of you, Mr. Hamilton."
Jonathan replied with
nothing but a sly smile. Could it be that he knew something? Was his gaydar starting to ping at Rusty's
newfound pleasure in playing dick games with Matty? Hmm, now that was an
adversary he had to keep his eyes on.
"Can I go to sleep now?"
he asked out loud, for all ears in the room to hear him.
"You don't look that
sleepy," Kane stated, always the observant one.
Rusty's system began
booting up. "That's because I did sleep," he said triumphantly. "As you can
see, I didn't spend a night of debauchery in the arms of some creature of the dark,
but I did only wholesome stuff. Like sleeping." And sucking Matty's cock and
having his sucked. Nah, that wasn't a detail he was willing to share.
Kane shook his head with
that motherly expression of his that made him so annoying. "All these secrets
you've been keeping lately, Rusty, they will come back and bite you in the ass
one day."
"Is that a promise? I
like a bite on the ass just as much as the next fellow."
That earned him another
knowing glance from Dex, an amused one from Maddox,
and a very sharp and annoying one from Mr. Hamilton.
"You're the only one who
thinks that's funny." Kane sighed, but he was smiling, too.
"You say so, and yet you're
grinning like a cat," Rusty pointed out.
"That's because you look
good, which means that you're finally serious about someone for the first time
in your life," Kane continued. "And if you slept in this chick's bed, that's a
good sign, too. The only problem is that we can't figure out who she might be.
Any hints?"
"I feel magnanimous
today," Rusty said and opened his arms wide. "You don't know her. She's not a
student. She's older, and she lives off campus." Yeah, he could bank on Matty's
roommate's proclivities for this one.
"Did you pick her from
one of those ads about `mature ladies in your area looking for sex'?" Maddox
asked.
"What kind of porn do you
let him watch, Jonathan?" Rusty put his hands on his hips and turned toward
Maddie's better half.
Jonathan laughed and
still continued to observe him with those unnerving eyes. "He's free to watch
whatever porn he likes. I trust him for his good taste."
Hmm, hmm, a little bit
self-assured, a line like that, coming from Jonathan, but Rusty liked to see
that confident part of the guy. The year before, Jonathan had been a plethora
of insecurities packed in an aristocratic sense of worlds ending and stuff like
that. Now, he was happily engaged to Maddox, and they had awesome sex, by the
way they looked each time they walked out of Maddox's room after a little bit
of time alone, regardless of the hour on the clock.
To prove there was
nothing his fiancé had to worry about in regards to his internet search
history, Maddox leaned in for a kiss, and Jonathan gave it to him while
wrapping an arm around his shoulders in a possessive gesture, his eyes never
leaving Rusty, as if he was trying to gauge any reaction he might have at
seeing them kiss.
Now was a good moment to
make fun of the situation and show them that he was his usual self, but he
found himself engrossed in watching how their lips touched, how Maddox's
eyelids drooped in pleasure, and how Jonathan's mouth quirked at the corners in
such a smug way that Rusty kind of wanted to smack him but also made him want
to smile that way, too, sure of another's complete and undying affection.
He shook his head.
Jonathan was provoking him, without a doubt. To what end, Rusty had a feeling
that he would find out soon enough.
***
There were definitely
voices outside his room, so Rusty tiptoed to the door and put his ear close to
the wooden surface. He couldn't make out all the words, but he was pretty
certain that Maddox and Jonathan were on the other side of the door, trying to
work up the courage to interrogate him. He could open it brusquely and catch
them in the act, but he was also very curious as to where this was going.
Therefore, he waited for
whatever debate those two had going on to die down. Finally, there was a knock,
so Rusty moved surreptitiously away and dropped on the bed, hoping to pose as a
dying knight in such an artsy fashion that neither Maddie, nor his fiancé,
would dare to go against him. "It's open," he announced, anticipating the
battle of wits that was about to occur with great pleasure.
Jonathan walked inside,
and Rusty couldn't say he was surprised. Maddox was smitten and wrapped around
Jonathan's little finger, feeling quite comfortable in that position even
though he was wound up like a clock.
"Is this the private time
you were talking about?" he started with an opening line that would prove his
bravery in the face of battle.
Jonathan didn't seem
fazed in the least by his aggressive stance. He leaned against the wall,
opposite Rusty and crossed his arms. His entire posture was relaxed, which
meant that he came in peace, not to judge or anything.
Like he would fall for a
strategy like that. It was only meant to get him to lower his guard.
"You like Matthew Han,"
Jonathan stated, giving him such a clear, unabashed look that Rusty fought
himself to not look away, afraid of facing that kind of full-frontal honesty.
"Of course. He's my tutor
and a capital fellow," Rusty proclaimed, hoping that his attempt at talking
like a period drama character would throw Jonathan off his scent.
"He's more than that,"
Jonathan said pointedly. "Oh, don't look so cross," he joked, playing into
Rusty's chosen verbal cosplay for the moment. "You like this capital fellow
more than you care to admit."
"True," Rusty admitted.
"Now that we have established that I don't care to admit much--"
"Oh, Rusty," Jonathan
said and laughed, adjusting his position and shaking his head. "Can we just
leave all of the joking aside? For a moment?"
Rusty felt slightly
deflated. He always enjoyed a comedy act. But Jonathan was making the rules, it
seemed. "Do they know? The others? Maddox?"
"I suppose they all have
their hunches, but I'm the only one who knows for a fact. Because I saw you
dragging Matty along, holding his hand like you couldn't leave him for a
moment."
"Did you also hear what I
said to him?" Rusty asked. "And how come you saw all this?"
"I went out for a moment
for a bit of fresh air. No, I didn't hear what you told him, but your body
language was enough for me to understand."
"Okay," Rusty admitted.
"But do I get that confidentiality thing? If I tell you a couple of things, not
all?"
Jonathan smiled. "You're
among friends here, Rusty. And you helped me during some moments when I didn't
know exactly what to do with myself. Consider this returning the favor."
Rusty put his hands
behind his head. He felt suddenly giddy, a little tickle in the middle of his
chest. He could trust Jonathan, of course. "Do you know just how awesome he
is?" he began.
"I'd like to hear all
about it," Jonathan assured him.
TBC
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