Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 12
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twelve – Making The Right Choice
Well, things weren't
supposed to turn so emotional, but Matty couldn't stop himself after blowing
Rusty exactly like in one of his fantasies. All that stuff about first times
had to be real, because he was living it himself, right now. As he squeezed his
eyes tightly shut, he struggled to focus on each aspect in particular, the way
Rusty's skin smelled, how solid his body felt in Matty's arms, and that
lingering taste on his tongue, to crown it all. Yet, his struggles proved
fruitless, as his mind was shattered from experiencing a kind of pleasure he
hadn't encountered before. His own cock was straining his jeans and the fabric
strength alone kept it contained, but he knew just as well to ignore it,
because it wasn't about that.
Was this really the right
moment to realize he was no longer just crushing on Rusty Parker, but that he
was deeply, seriously in love with him? It might have all started as a little
bit of a joke, but the joke was now on him.
And back to more pressing
matters, how long was Rusty going to let him hang onto him like that, without a
smidge of wanting him to let go? It had already started getting weird a couple
of minutes ago, but Matty couldn't bring himself to act like a normal person
and unwrap his arms from around Rusty.
What made it quite
impossible to let go was how Rusty kept running his fingers through his hair,
making him shudder in too much pleasure. It was like all that was
understandable, explainable. Reluctantly, Matty removed his arms from around
his crush of the last three years and moved away.
"Did it match your locker
room fantasy or was it just meh?"
The question brought him
back to real life and all that was truly Rusty. He buried his face in his hands
to hide his laughter.
"Are you laughing at me,
Matty boy? I'm going to punish you with my schlong." The threat was followed by
prompt action. The half limp member slapped him playfully over the side of his
head.
"Eww, Rusty, you're
gross," Matty protested and moved away, only to be followed and promptly
smacked again.
"Oh, yeah? It wasn't
gross when you were gobbling it down like it was your favorite type of
sausage."
"I don't have a favorite
type of sausage. Cut it out."
"You do now."
"Aren't you full of
yourself?"
Matty escaped the sloppy
attacks and turned the tables, dragging Rusty down and making him stumble and
end up sprawled on top of him on the long bench. That might not have been the
wisest move because now, the naughty green eyes could easily inspect him from
up close, and, without a doubt, his face had to be red with embarrassment.
"You sucked your first
dick," Rusty teased him with a grin.
Way to go, ruining a
perfect, magical moment. No, that wasn't right, actually. Matty
had always crushed on Rusty Parker because of how out of the ordinary he was.
That line was all him, and Matty intended to cherish it forever, like a good
memory.
"Hey, I had my mouth on
your dick last night," he reminded his partner in crime and locker room
fantasies.
"That doesn't really
count. You just licked a bit of ice cream then."
"And I thought we were
doing a cum taste test. Go figure."
They snickered like
school boys. How the hell could they be so in synch, a straight guy with dozens
of female admirers and a still somewhat virgin gay boy?
"How does it feel?"
"You mean, a dick in my
mouth? Your dick?"
"I didn't mean mine, in
particular, but okay, since you mentioned it."
Matty took a moment to
come up with something worthy of the legendary kinkster. His mind was, however,
blank. Rusty was still lying on top of him, making it tough to concentrate.
"You know," Rusty
started, "people say that you never forget your first."
"The first dick you
sucked, you mean?"
"Smartass," Rusty praised
him. He pushed himself up, and Matty straightened.
Now that Rusty's heavy
body no longer kept him down, he felt weightless, just short of floating away.
"What did you think about
the game?"
The change of tack was
welcome. "I'm no basketball afficionado, but you looked great out there. You're
so going to win on Saturday."
Surprisingly enough, his
praise didn't have the expected effect. Rusty grimaced slightly. "Way to put
more pressure on the man."
"Really? Would you rather
have me telling you that you suck or something?" Matty observed the other
carefully. What was he missing?
The frown lines, so not
at home on Rusty's face, smoothed out and made room for a playful grin. "No,
you suck."
"You ass," Matty
protested. "Just so you know, it takes real courage to suck a dick. What do you
do? Run to and fro, passing a ball? That so doesn't compare."
"Are you saying what I
think you're saying?" The lopsided smirk told Matty that he might not have the
necessary mental equipment to answer that and be sure that he was telling the
truth.
"Totally," he offered
with the utmost confidence.
"Hmm," Rusty purred and
stared at him with half-lidded eyes. "You pack a punch for a small guy, don't
you?"
"Psh, I'm not that small,
what are you saying?"
"Nah, you're not. I've
seen it." Rusty smiled ear to ear now.
"You're so dick-obsessed for
a straight dude."
"You kept on flaunting
it, right in my face."
"Seriously? You pushed me
to it."
"Because you're in grave
danger of dying a virgin, and my mission is to prevent that."
"Your mission, really?"
Matty was enjoying their banter, all the more because Rusty was undressing and
gesturing for him to follow him to the showers.
"Yeah," came the
confirmation. "I'm like a superhero. But I'm not fighting crime. I'm fighting
the plight of virginity."
"Oh, my, what a worthy
cause. Have you had many virgins, then?"
Rusty stepped under the
shower and groaned in pleasure as the warm water hit his back. Matty had a mind
to ask if that back washing offer was still on the table, but he was in the
business of not pushing his luck, or so he kept telling himself.
"Now that I think about
it, no. Girls tend to come to me because they're past that and know what they
want." Rusty turned to wink at him and began washing his hair.
Matty crossed his arms
and admired the view, hoping that his ogling wasn't too much.
"You'd be my first,"
Rusty added.
Funny thing, his voice no
longer sounded playful. It had become suddenly deep and low, and Matty couldn't
help the strange sensation traveling over him from head to toes. He shook his
head to shake it away. "I am so not giving you my V-card," he said, to play it
cool.
"Why?" Rusty looked
puzzled while soaping his chest.
"What do you mean, why?
It's supposed to be with someone special and all that."
"I'm totally special."
That came with the signature smirk. Matty fell in love another inch. One more thing
to keep to himself.
"You know what I mean.
Hey, didn't you need me to wash your back?" At times, it was better to deflect.
"I can do that." Rusty
made a demonstration at how far he could bend his arm for the operation. "And you're
dressed. It would be hard to explain if we were to march across campus with you
sopping wet."
"Now, I know you're
special. How considerate of you." That came out as dry as sandpaper.
"And what's that guy
supposed to be like? Drive a Lexus? Have an Ivy League degree under his belt,
which he keeps next to his dick?"
"Ugh, stop it. I told
you, I don't have a list." Matty observed all the details carefully, while
Rusty continued to wash himself and was now turning his back for a final rinse.
That was a great ass.
Matty hoped his body wasn't leaning forward of its own accord. He barely had
any self-restraint around this guy as things were. But what an ass, though.
"I'll let you grope it."
Rusty was looking at him
over his shoulder and winked at him, when Matty lifted his eyes. "I wasn't
staring."
"You totally were. And I
can see that tent you're pitching."
"It's hardly the right
time to go camping. It'll go away," Matty promised.
Rusty turned off the
water and stepped out of the shower. And then, he promptly grabbed the front of
Matty's jeans.
"Hey!"
"Hey there," Rusty teased
him and smiled.
That had been the only
protest he managed. The next thing, Rusty had both hands inside his jeans,
playing with his cock and balls. Matty closed his eyes to rein in the sensation
that was threatening to be too much, but that left him wide open because right
away, he felt Rusty moving closer and firm lips taking his mouth, with the
clear intention of conquering it.
His defenses were just for
show, and he quickly handed over the keys to the city, opening his mouth and
letting Rusty kiss him. As firm as the first attack had been, what followed
could only be described as a leisurely walk. Rusty was taking his time, tasting
him slowly, moving his tongue in small, provocative circles and pulling back to
tease his bottom lip, only to dive back in again.
Matty had no idea what
made his mind swirl more, the kiss, or how Rusty was dealing with his hard
cock. He steadied himself by resting his hands on the other's biceps.
What was the record for
the longest kiss in history? Matty liked to believe that he and Rusty could
sign up for the competition. He kissed back, while Rusty's hand moved up and
down at a steady pace.
Then, suddenly, his
partner decided to turn him, plastering his back against his chest. Matty's
breath grew labored as he looked down. He could see that strong hand pumping
him good. Rusty was now licking the side of his neck and one ear. "Let me see
how you shoot for me."
It was done and done,
almost.
"Fuck, that looks nice,"
Rusty continued to tease his ear with both his voice and tongue.
Matty moaned helplessly.
"Just for the record,"
Rusty whispered making his skin turn to goosebumps everywhere, "for your first
time, you sucked a mean dick, Matty."
It was weird praise, but Matty was willing to take it. Heck, he was willing to take
everything Rusty wanted to give him.
"Oh, man, look at it go,"
Rusty said with admiration while Matty's cock began
to shoot.
His entire body was
trembling, and he could not help it. It took him a moment or so to realize that
he was making all kinds of shameless sounds. Rusty released him gently and
kissed the crown of his head. Matty staggered for a moment as he got his balance
back. He could tell Rusty was toweling off, whistling a happy tune.
He pushed his spent cock
back in his jeans and pondered whether to make a run for it or just stay. With
Rusty, he knew that the latter would more likely seem normal.
"Ready?" Rusty asked and
threw one arm over Matty's shoulders. "Ha, you look properly fucked. If that's
what a handjob does to you, I wonder."
"You wonder what?"
Rusty nuzzled his cheek.
"How you look when you are actually properly fucked."
That sounded like a
promise. Matty didn't quite dare to hope. Wait, how did they even get to that
point?
***
At first, the point was
supposed to be to tease Matty and see how he looked with his cage rattled,
because that was such fun to watch. Rusty could blame it on not having had his
dick sucked for a while for saying all those things. He could, but he wouldn't.
After all, sex was sex. A hole was a hole.
Matty's hole, though. He
had seen it, from quite up close. It was pink and pretty. Quite a shame to
penetrate such a cute little thing.
Rusty kept in a snort. He
had finally let Matty off the hook and was now
heading toward the house, his mind full of fuck, but not in the wrong way.
Supposedly, as the teacher, he should consider teasing Matty with butt plugs
and whatnot. Somewhere, along the way, his own dick had popped up like a weed,
asking to be considered a worthy candidate.
Bah, he was thinking about
it too much. Matty had been firm about not wanting to hand him his V-card.
V-card, really. Rusty shook his head. Although, it was true that he didn't have
one of those in his trophy case of achievements.
On his way back to the
house, a bunch of girls shouted and waved to him, and he waved back. One of
these days, he would have to get properly laid because thinking of stealing
Matty's V-card was a bit too much, even for him, renowned for his sexual
adventures.
Yeah, with all the regret
that it came with, he would have to let Matty keep his precious V-card and hand
it over to some special guy. What had Matty said that one time, during the quiz?
Rusty narrowed his eyes. His mind had been trying to find ways to get Matty to
consider fooling around with a cat boy, so he hadn't really paid attention to
what the guy had been saying. What was his favorite eye color? Blue? Probably.
A lot of people liked blue eyes.
Rusty shrugged. It didn't
matter anyway. Those had been just control questions, to lull the questioned
into dropping the guard and reply truthfully.
And Matty had admitted to
liking alley cats. Now, that was something to consider. The nerdy preppy boy
liked guys from the wrong side of the tracks, it seemed. Well, at least that
was Rusty's interpretation for now. More questioning was needed for Matty to
disclose what made the perfect guy for him.
As a generous,
conscientious teacher of sex, he would also help Matty find that dude. But who
would be perfect for someone as cute as that?
Great. Now, he would have
to start checking dudes out. He pushed the door open, only to find Maddox and
Jonathan making out on the sofa. Hmm, they would make perfect subjects for a
bit of quizzing.
In all truth, they must
have been making out until the sound of the door opening, because they were now
pretending to be engrossed in some textbook spread on the small table in front
of them. That only meant that they were getting hot and heavy, or otherwise
Maddox wouldn't have pulled away from his boyfriend like that.
Even better, they were
perfectly ripe for some questioning.
"Hi, Rusty," Jonathan
said.
"Hi, my dudes," Rusty
said and did his secret handshake with Maddox. "How was the first time you two
did it in the butt?"
Jonathan snickered and
looked away. Maddox groaned and let his head fall back to pray at the ceiling.
Rusty pushed away the table and sat on top of it, legs crossed and examined
them closely.
"Isn't it a bit early in
the day to talk anal sex?" Maddox asked instead of replying like a good boy.
"You two are early. You
were supposed to come back tonight. It's still light outside," Rusty pointed
out. "Come on, don't be shy. It's just Uncle Rusty asking."
"Uncle Rusty? The other
day you wanted us to adopt you," Maddox reminded him.
"That ship sailed. Now
call me uncle."
"I totally won't," Maddox
warned him.
"What are you curious
about, Rusty?" Jonathan intervened.
"Was it like, really
painful?" Of course, Jonathan must have been the first to take it, so he was
the one to ask.
Jonathan frowned
slightly, while he seemed to think about something. "Not so much, if you're
patient and there's enough preparation involved. But you must know these
things."
He did because he fucked
plenty in the butt. The thing was, the ones on the receiving end had been only
girls, and now he needed to offer Matty some good advice. Maybe not everything
he already knew applied, and there were hidden gay things he had to be aware
of.
"Yeah, I know very well
you're a butt-fucker," Maddox said with conviction. "Wait, Rusty, my man, do
you want to take it in the butt?"
"Ha-ha, Maddie, let's be
serious," Rusty countered. "There's no way—I mean, I've already tried some
things. But this isn't about me," he added quickly.
Yeah, he had tried a
couple of times. He had even put a girl up to exploring his butt, and, to be
honest, it had made him a little bit hot all over and ready to lose his head.
That was never the plan. When it came to sex, Rusty Parker was on top of things
and in control.
What about Matty? A
little voice whispered in his ear. With that preppie cute guy, everything
became a tumble, like the blowjob from earlier. Rusty had wondered how long
Matty would allow him to hold him like that after the deed. Apparently, the
answer had been: as long as needed.
That was just a side
effect of not getting laid, for sure. Rusty Parker had gotten enough head in
this life already to last him about three more, and it had been Matty's first bj, so—
"Rusty, are you still
with us?" Maddox was waving a hand in front of him. "Who is this about?"
"Hmm, you know what? We
can have this conversation later, over dinner."
"I'm not going to talk to
you about anal sex over dinner," Maddox said sternly. "Come on, spit it out.
What's with the curiosity?"
"You," Rusty turned
toward Jonathan, "having been a virgin and all when Maddox put it in, did you
feel like crying afterward or something?"
Jonathan stared at him
nonplussed for a moment, then he smiled. "No, nobody cried."
"Good. So, I don't have
to worry about sentimentalisms and stuff."
"You intend to..." Maddox
seemed to be catching on. "Hang on. Rusty, my man, there are limits."
"What are you talking
about?" Rusty need to dash up the stairs, lock himself in his room, and
strategize for the future.
"Even if you fool around
with Matthew, trying to turn him into a gay overlord and whatnot, that's not a
good idea." Maddox was holding him prisoner with nothing but his eyes.
Rusty felt like he was
glued in place. He tried to play it casually. "Don't make so much out of sex,
Maddie. And Matty's totally cool. We could play hide-the-salami."
Maddox pursed his lips
and looked at him like he was disappointed. Rusty didn't like that look.
"I'm with Maddox, Rusty,"
Jonathan said. "As much as I've never believed I'd ever say these words, please
don't play hide-the-salami with Matthew. He might misunderstand."
"What could he
misunderstand if we talk about it beforehand?"
"You shouldn't worry
about Matty crying on you," Jonathan said. "It's the
matter of attachment that should worry you."
Ah well, Jonathan was
right. Rusty hadn't had any intention of turning this into a serious
conversation, but there they were. "Good point, Hamilton," he said and pushed
himself up.
"And don't you forget
that," Maddox warned him.
Rusty waved. Yeah, yeah,
annoying but they were totally right. Except for one thing. He didn't worry
much about Matty's attachment to him, since the guy
knew what was what.
He worried about his own.
***
Whenever he didn't know
what to do, Rusty fell back on things that were the hardest to consider. So,
while thinking of the righteousness of Jonathan's recommendation to avoid
possible attachments by playing too close to the fire, he took out the card
Francine had gifted him from its secret hiding place and began playing with it.
As usual, he started by dragging his finger over each letter, reconstructing it
through invisible lines. Maybe after college? After the need to play basketball
as part of the deal? Rusty had a feeling that he would have enjoyed playing
more if his dad hadn't wanted him to be a jock in the first place.
He held the card close to
his chest and closed his palm over it. What was that thing they said, about
visualizing things if you wanted them really bad? As much as he kept his eyes
closed and tried to do that, he just couldn't see it. That was a different
world, as much as Francine Hamilton had pestered him that he had a knack for
it, a natural talent. Maybe she hadn't said it in those particular words, but
that's why he liked Jonathan's awesome mom. She was stern but fair. And she
wouldn't have given him that chance to study with a real vocal coach if she
didn't think he had it in him.
All his friends were
impressed with his singing, but Rusty knew very well that he was lacking in
many areas. Francine had been the one to see right through his charade. In
particular, without anyone else listening in, she had told him that he should
drop the clown act, give up on artifice and things that made it look like he
was treating singing as a joke.
She was right, of course.
But that didn't mean that it worked on him. His clown act, as she called it,
was the result of much trial and error and it had turned him into a success. He
was the king of Sunny Hill, the beast on the basketball court, the guy who
could hook up three times a day if he wanted.
That was his shield, and
he didn't expect anyone to understand, let alone Francine. For her, things were
clear and straightforward. He needed to work to polish his voice and then try
his hand at turning it into more than just a funny pastime.
For him, things weren't
that clear. No, things like that could make him vulnerable, open to critique.
People worked for decades to have a distinct voice; what business did he have
to climb up there and pretend that he knew what he was doing? They'd only laugh
at him, because, well, he had to keep telling himself, he hadn't practiced his
voice as much as shooting hoops, and it showed.
He turned to one side.
Dreams were elusive things, weren't they? It was the same as when he had looked
into Matty's eyes, and he had thought he had seen some naked truth for a
moment. What that truth was about, he couldn't say.
Ah, damn it, Maddie and
Johnny boy were right. Matty might really get the wrong idea if they played so
fast and loose with their dicks. But Matty wasn't some girl; wait, no girl
actually cared about turning him into some loving boyfriend, what was he even
thinking? No, girls came to him because they wanted to have nothing but fun
with no strings attached. Also, because they wanted to feel adventurous and
have a blast, since Rusty was known to be so inventive in bed. That kind of
summed up all he was doing with those girls.
The thought of it seemed,
without reason, not as palatable as it had used to be.
The problem was one and
only: he was thinking too much. Until Saturday, he'd only think about the
upcoming game and nothing else. If he focused enough, he'd get rid of all those
annoying thoughts that didn't lead anywhere.
A knock on the door
interrupted his convoluted train of thought. "Yeah?" He made quick work of
returning the card to its hidden spot.
He wasn't that surprised
to see Maddox walking in.
"Did you change your mind
about talking about anal sex at length with me?" he joked.
Maddox grinned and
climbed on the bed, crossing his legs and putting his chin in his palm. There
had been many times when he had envied Maddox for his looks; it was so easy for
him with girls. Correction, it had been; nowadays, he was a one guy's man, up
till eternity or all those words people used to profess undying love. Yeah,
there was that. He and Jonathan both were so fucking brave, getting into it
without thinking twice, and without worrying that it might go sideways one day.
"Nah, but I'm here to
check on you."
"Why? Are you worried? I
thought you were worried about Matty's ass."
Maddox shook his head and
let out a mirthful sigh. "Actually, I am... well, not worried about you, but it
feels like we haven't talked in a while."
"You're busy with
Jonathan," Rusty pointed out.
"Yeah. I guess we might
get a bit on other people's nerves."
"Nah, it's nothing like
that. You're cute. And you give people boners."
Maddox rolled his eyes.
"What's the deal with Matthew Han?"
"We were talking about
you and Johnny boy. Don't change the subject."
"No, we were actually
talking about you."
Rusty groaned for show
and covered his eyes. "All right, I've told you already that I won't play
hide-the-salami with the guy."
"After a second look, I
have to wonder. Do you want to do that with Matthew Han? Not for giggles?"
Rusty propped himself on
his elbows and stared at his bestie. "I assure you, there are no giggles
involved. More like moans and you know." He wiggled his eyebrows.
Maddox just grinned. Boy,
they knew each other so well. "Come on, Rusty, spit it out. Do you like this
dude? A lil' bit more than you should? I know how
fogged up your mind can get when you're horny."
Rusty stared at his
bestie in kind. "And how do you know that? Have you been paying attention while
I was horny?"
Maddox's eyes grew wide
at the implication. "Shut up, kinkster. You know what
I mean. And what about Slicky Coolplums?" He was biting his lips in an attempt
not to laugh out loud.
"Ha-ha, laugh more,"
Rusty said, without hiding how miffed he was. "Matty and Slicky Coolplums are
two different dudes. They should never meet each other."
"Why?" Maddox asked.
"Because they might get
jealous over me."
"That sounds like a
perfect explanation. Just to make things perfectly clear, are you two-timing
your tutor with the cat boy, or the other way around?"
"Neither way," Rusty
declared with aplomb, "because neither of them wants to put out."
"Ah, then I feel
relieved," Maddox concluded. "Are you sure, though? You're not in any danger of
seducing Matty by accident? Or playing with that cat tail a bit too much?"
"No danger," Rusty
replied. "Matty told me clearly that he intends to hold on to his V-card until
that guy with an Ivy League degree for a shlong appears--"
"What guy?"
Rusty waved. "That's
between Matty and I."
"Oh, you two are sharing
secrets. Interesting."
"What's so interesting?
It's not like you and your better half don't have those."
"We're as good as
married. What's your relationship with Matty?"
Hmm, that was a tricky
question. Or a trick question? "A very interesting relationship," he said,
willing to send Maddox out the door, along with his questions.
"I can see that. Just
play safe, and don't break gay boys' hearts in the process."
"Like there's any chance
of that. Matty is a totally cool dude. You should see how he puts me in my place
when I fail to study."
"I'd pay to see that."
"No chance of that. Me
and Matty, we're very private about our private lessons."
"And what's so private
about Ethics?"
"It's not the topic. It's
the teaching method. Matty doesn't want anyone to steal it from him, even had
me sign an NDA, I kid you not."
"I don't know if I should
be scared or interested. It looks like you finally met your equal."
"Psh,
that's so not how it is," Rusty said promptly.
"Is he your boss then?"
Maddox teased him.
"Stop grinning like you
know stuff," Rusty warned him. "And you know I have no equal. I'm the king."
"Yeah, right. Aren't you
a little bit too used to ruling alone?"
Rusty rubbed his chin and
stared at his bestie with half-lidded eyes. "I think there's a joke in there,
somewhere, but I don't get it."
Maddox finally got off
his bed and patted Rusty on the shoulder. "I trust you to make the right
decisions, son."
"You know you can trust
me," Rusty retorted. "Wait, didn't I tell you to call me uncle?"
"You wish." Maddox
snorted and began walking toward the door. "Game week, right?"
"Yeah," Rusty confirmed.
"Then I'll make sure
Jonathan puts you on a diet."
"That's no fun. I'm going
to tell mom."
"Gotcha, son." Maddox
winked at him on his way out.
Rusty stretched on the
bed and considered the situation one more time. Maddox and Jonathan were right.
He had to respect Matty's wish to give his V-card to that Ivy League douchebag
with a Lexus.
TBC
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