Chasing
Rusty Parker – Ch. 14
By
Laura S. Fox
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Chapter
Fourteen – It's All Nothing But A... Fairytail
This time,
when he woke up, Rusty knew exactly where he was, unlike previously when he had
found himself in the same situation. Not precisely the same situation. Matty
had his back turned to him and pushed, without knowing, his perky butt against
Rusty's crotch that immediately manifested itself like it was really, really
happy with it. The Mighty Thor hadn't forgotten the punishment from the evening
before, so he was getting hard with a vengeance. Rusty grunted as Matty pushed
against him even more and mumbled something in his sleep. What had that been
right there?
"Damn cats,"
Matty murmured in his sleep.
Ah, it looked
like Matty wasn't that much of a cat person if he felt the need to curse the
feline breed as a whole in his sleep. Despite that bit about alley cats, the
guy could have allergies or something.
Rusty
grunted as his cock rubbed itself happily through the thin fabric of his
sweatpants right against Matty's perky ass. It was
firm, yet juicy, even covered, and it took him all the willpower he had, plus a
plethora of cursing and pleading that went through his head at the speed of
light, to hold back.
Why did
Jonathan and Maddox have to be so right? If Matty were a girl, things would be
so easy. Rusty didn't get attached to girls. He liked them, he enjoyed doing
the horizontal cha-cha with them, talked to them about everything and nothing,
but there was this invisible line he never crossed with them. The chances of
any girl getting under his skin were zero.
Not that
guys were any different. Except for his very close friends, he never let anyone
get too close for comfort.
And that put
Matty in a very strange category, all by himself, because, while he hadn't yet
got under Rusty's skin, he was very close to doing that. Just like his butt, so
innocent and ignorant of the beast lurking a breath away, aka the Mighty Thor.
That meant
that he needed to repeat to himself, over and over, that Matty did belong to a
category, which was that of friends. Yes, they had established that. Only his
very springy friend between his legs hadn't gotten the memo. Rusty moved one
hand carefully so that he could make a barrier of sorts between Matty's lovely
behind and his own uncouth partner in crime.
Because of
the narrow bed, there was no room for him to maneuver. He could climb over Matty and get out of bed, but what if Matty woke up? Rusty
would be caught right on top of him and that would be hard to explain after all
that friend talk from last night. Not that he couldn't be fast, but he had a
feeling that he would feel too tempted to get a look at Matty's sleepy eyes
first thing in the morning, and maybe kiss that cute as a button nose.
Matty jerked
abruptly and let out a low growl that sounded like an angry meowl, making Rusty
shout in surprise. That finally woke Matty, who stared at Rusty completely
dumbfounded.
"What?" a
very confused Matty asked.
"Don't
`what' me," Rusty retorted. "You mewled in your sleep so loudly I almost pissed
my pants."
Matty
covered his mouth with both hands and stared at Rusty in disbelief.
"Just for
the record, have you ever been traumatized by cats? As a kid and stuff like
that?"
Matty shook
his head, without releasing his own mouth, as if in fear of saying something
wrong.
"That must
have been one weird dream you had, then. You started cussing at cats, and then
you mewled yourself. It was like you were engaged in a fight with a cat and had
to beat him with his own weapons."
"I don't
remember what I was dreaming about," Matty said
quickly. "Yeah, well, maybe, I'm not that big a fan of cats. Now that you
mention it, one scratched me pretty badly while I was still in diapers,
according to my mom. It must be some late onset PTSD."
Rusty
nodded. Matty was making fun of him, so he needed to play along. Yet, there had
to be a bit of truth behind it. "Slicky Coolplums jumping on the scoreboard
might have triggered your memories," he said.
"You think?"
Matty smirked and pushed himself up and out of bed.
Rusty
followed him with his eyes as Matty walked toward the bathroom. Yeah, that was
one nice butt. Matty left the door open, while brushing his teeth.
"You know,"
Matty said from the bathroom, "that guy's pretty nutso. Good thing the security
guys didn't catch him."
Ah, Rusty
realized. Matty was trying to fish for info. He wanted to know what Rusty
thought of the cat boy. He had been so right about jealousies and whatnot.
"Do you want
to touch his tail?" Matty continued as he walked back into the bedroom. "I have
a spare toothbrush if you want to use it."
Rusty nodded
and changed places with Matty after a short choreography in the middle of the
room. "He was just talking. I don't think he wants me to touch him too much.
He's very prickly."
"Even so, he
promised," Matty reminded him.
"We'll see
about that," Rusty said and began washing his face. He stared at himself in the
mirror until he managed to get rid of those horny eyes. Matty was a friend and
he didn't need to see his horny eyes first thing in the morning. Fuck, he was
caught in a dilemma.
Matty sat
cross-legged on the bed when Rusty came back. He seemed like he had something
on his mind, and it wasn't a cat boy with a fluffy tail. "I have to ask you,"
he said directly. "Are we still on with the tutoring and all? You know, the sex
stuff? Or is this where we stop?"
Rusty took
in Matty's big eyes, hidden behind his glasses. "We don't stop," he said. Yeah,
Maddie and Johnny would say that was a bad idea, but he had promised that he
would teach his tutor everything about sex. "We just need to rethink it a
little."
"Okay,"
Matty said and worried his bottom lip while his eyes darted sideways.
"You're mad
at me for stealing your first blowjob experience and stuff?" Rusty asked.
Matty stared
at him, looking precious and confused. "You didn't steal anything. It's just
that I want to know where we stand so that, you know, we don't end up in some
awkward situation."
Rusty put
his hands on his hips. "I see. You're so cool and rational, Matty. I mean,
that's a great thing because it works for you and all. I mean, you wouldn't be
caught dead in a cat boy suit, climbing the scoreboard, right?" He shook his
head and laughed, mostly at himself. He was getting worried for nothing. He had
been right the first time. Matty was uber cool and understood their strange
relationship. Now, if only Rusty could manage to make the Mighty Thor behave. Then
they would be totally good.
"That's why
you like him," Matty said in a wistful voice.
"Yeah, but I
like you, too," Rusty explained. "As a friend," he hurried to add. Geez, he
needed to guard his mouth and everything that came out of it.
"Do you like
him better?" Matty asked. "Better than me?"
Rusty
snorted. There was no way he could compare them. "He's a cat boy. But let's not
compare apples and oranges. I like the--" he struggled to find the right words.
"The
cocktails we make together?" Matty offered.
Rusty
groaned. "Look, Matty, we can't be buttfucking friends. I mean, duh. You clearly
told me not even to think of attempting to take your V-card or else."
"I don't
remember sounding so aggressive."
"You should
be. You need to save it for that special dude. I know very well that I can be
very convincing, and then you'll hate my guts. I'm trying to be nice here, get
it?" He was cringing so hard inside. Nice was the word used when he pushed
people away. Matty had gotten a taste and wanted more, without realizing the
risk of attachment and all that. Rusty couldn't lose face and admit that he was
the one scared of all that. Better to just play it cool.
"Nice."
Matty nodded thoughtfully. "Come on, Rusty, be real. Are you scared I'm going
to get clingy with you and all that?"
Rusty
winced. "Ah, well, yeah, I guess." It wasn't like him to lie so blatantly, but
he couldn't get Matty involved in the messy tangle that was his mind on a
regular basis.
Matty
snorted and rolled his eyes. "Like that would happen. You're so totally not my
type."
"What?"
Rusty asked, now alarmed by Matty's sudden confession.
His host was
already busy tidying up the bed, a sign that he didn't think their conversation
that much of a priority. "You're my type as a friend and as a sex tutor," Matty
explained while punching a pillow in the face with all his might. "But not as a
boyfriend or anything like that."
"Good to
know," Rusty murmured. "Yeah, you're totally right. I'm nobody's boyfriend
material. I'm practically a manwhore."
"And now
that the game week is over, you're free to fool around again," Matty pointed
out. "So, you won't be bored anymore, or need me to read to you about zombie
wizards."
Rusty walked
behind Matty and put both hands on his shoulders. "That's so totally not true.
I don't remember sleeping as well as I did last night. So, I reserve the right
to end up in your bed so that you can read me bedtime stories again. Do we have
a deal?" For some obscure reason, securing that understanding with Matty was
important.
"Okay,
fine," Matty agreed but sounded annoyed.
Rusty
wrapped one arm around Matty's chest and held him close. "You're mad at me. Why
are you mad at me?"
"I'm not."
"Yes, you
are."
"No, I'm
not."
"I'm going
to tickle you until you spill the beans."
"Don't you
dare. I'll tickle you back, and I'll have you know I'm a master tickler."
"You don't
say." Rusty moved fast and sank his fingers into Matty's flanks, but the other
was faster and ready to fight.
They circled
each other in the small space between the two beds, each waiting for the other
to make a wrong move. Rusty, impatient as he always was, launched the first
attack, but Matty dodged him and jumped, and then moved past him, ending up behind
him.
He growled
as Matty began to tickle him while pushing him so hard that he met the bed face
first. Who knew that nerd could be such a wild beast? Now, Matty was on top of
him, holding him down and tickling his sides, making him thrash and laugh.
"I surrender,
I surrender," Rusty shouted and turned, slipping to the floor, with Matty in
his lap.
Why did he
have such pretty eyes? Why did he have to look at him like that?
Matty
stopped all his thinking by kissing him hard on the lips, only one time, and
then getting up. "Come on, king of Sunny Hill," he mocked playfully, "there's a
world of chicks and cat tails out there. It's time for you to leave the
premises and get back to your usual entertainments."
"I don't
mind the entertainment here, either," Rusty said. "Ah, it's Saturday. There are
like a gazillion parties going on. We will have to put all that training I gave
you to good use."
"What do you
mean?" Matty asked.
"You know,
find a guy for you."
"Ah, okay.
But I'm not really in the mood to party."
"How are you
going to find that special dude if you lock yourself in your room every night?
Do you think he'll fly to your window and profess his undying love or
something?"
"But that's
exactly how I picture it all," Matty said with a
heartfelt sigh. "Don't crush my dreams."
Rusty went
to the window and opened it wide. He looked down. "The guy could climb, but
it's kind of dangerous. You don't want your second date to involve you helping
him feed through a straw in a hospital room, right?"
Matty pulled
him away from the window, just as Rusty thought he saw something strange
peeking from a nearby tree. What was it? Something a little pink? He shrugged.
"I will come
tonight and drag you to the most awesome party on campus. You will so totally
get hitched."
"I don't think
so, but okay, since you're my teacher of sex."
"Good, Matty
boy, that's the right attitude."
***
Matty
plopped down on the bed and sighed, while hiding his face in his palms. Whatever
was happening, it had been totally expected. Rusty no longer wanted to do the
naughty with him, because, obviously, he had gotten bored already and wanted to
go back to his usual string of hookups and whatnot. As expected as it had been,
it was still so hard to ignore how bad it felt.
Zoey's phone
call came right on time. "Hey, sleepy head, how was your night? You dragged
Rusty to your lair, didn't you?"
"I did, but,
well, what can I tell you, Zoey? I think it's fair to say my little sexual
adventures with Rusty are over."
"What? Why?"
Zoey asked, sounding a lot more alarmed than Matty felt.
"He must
have gotten bored. He practically told me that we cannot be buttfucking
friends."
"Well, I
suppose there are some steps to be taken before getting there," Zoey said,
"like, for instance, you must first blow him--"
Matty
grunted.
"What?" Zoey
caught on right away. "You did?!"
Matty had to
hold the phone a bit farther from his ear. "I can't believe I'm talking to you
about my sex life. Yes, I did, apparently I sucked, and not in the good way,
and now, it's over. The end."
Zoey
remained silent for a bit and then said quietly, "Matty, it's all right. You
can say that it sucks and it feels bad."
Matty
sniffled and then recollected himself. "It does feel bad. But it's not like I
didn't know it wouldn't last, right?"
"Do you
still want him?" Zoey said, the determination in her voice announcing to him
that she was bent on great things.
"I do, but
it's not like I can force him, right?"
"You have
the secret weapon, Matty."
"A wooden
ruler?"
"No, you
wuss. You have Slicky Coolplums!"
Matty
grimaced. "Yeah. Rusty likes that guy better. Can you believe it? I beat myself
with myself. I don't think there's anyone else in history to have done that as
flawlessly as me."
"I'd say,
`don't beat yourself up', but." Zoey snickered but stopped right away. "Sorry,
Matty, you have the most fantastic sex and love life I've ever heard about.
Anyway, put on your cat suit and go wiggle your tail. Keep Rusty busy. Don't
let him go hook up with chicks again. Postpone that as long as you can."
"You know,
that's practically postponing the inevitable."
"Yet, you're
considering it. You still want to do it," Zoey said each word slowly and
carefully.
"Are you
trying to hypnotize me through the phone?"
"Yeah,
totally. Is it working?"
Matty
weighed his options. "I had no idea I had it this bad for this guy, Zoey," he
said softly.
"You've
crushed on him for three years. I don't understand what you're saying. Of
course you do. The thing is, you don't get to quit until it's over. It's like
the law or something. Come on, hop into that cat boy suit."
"Right now?
I'm already risking becoming some kind of persona non grata on campus after the
craziness from yesterday. And since I scaled to my window when I got back to
avoid being seen, a bit of hair from my wig ended up in the tree just outside.
Rusty almost saw it. Now, I have to make sure I wipe any traces of me away well,
or I'll be in big trouble."
"Hmm, what
do you think his reaction would be if you told him you were Slicky Coolplums?"
"I have a
feeling that he might not take it well. I'm basically fooling him. Also, the
worst that could happen would be for him to lose all interest in me. In all
versions of me."
"You're the
most cautious dude I've ever met. But, okay, you have a point. Play with his
head until he cannot escape and has to admit that he has the hots for you.
Then, he's going to ask you to marry him."
"Geez, Zoey,
you have no equal when it comes to dreaming up stuff. What kind of fairytale
land do you live in? Not that I judge. I envy you."
"Maybe you
should dream a little, too. Go be Slicky Coolplums. Rusty will surely
appreciate it. And make it more interesting."
"Like how?"
"I don't
know. You are a very creative guy, only you don't admit it."
"And how did
you reach that conclusion?"
"Hey, you
ended up blowing Rusty, the straight king of Sunny Hill. Check up your sleeve
for new tricks. And be yourself," Zoey said cheerfully.
Matty sighed
from the depths of his heart. "I'm basically putting on a suit and pretending
to be a cat boy."
"That's as
good as a part of you now. That show at the game was top notch. Come on, Matty,
you can do it."
"Okay, okay,
if only so that you stop pestering me," Matty joked. "Seriously, Zoey, though...
thank you. You're a great friend."
"I know,
right?" Zoey laughed. "Who else is going to push you into playing cat boy other
than your bestie? Bye, Matty. And keep me posted."
"Will do."
Matty lay on his bed for a while. Make it
interesting, Zoey said, in her never-ending optimism. He was nuts for wanting
Rusty still, but he had come this far. Plus, it was a shame not to put on that
costume again. He kind of felt good in it. Also, as Slicky Coolplums, he could
be shameless.
He
straightened up. Of course. "Zoey?" he asked quickly, as soon as his friend
picked up. "Do you still have that weird gift your roommate gave you freshman
year? The one that was supposed to help you loosen up?"
"I totally
do," Zoey replied. "I keep it in my special box. Never used it. Do you want
it?"
"I've never
wanted anything else more in my whole life," he joked.
***
Bad idea,
bad idea, bad idea, Matty repeated to himself while walking up and down along
the top of the wall, trying to get used to the weird sensation in his ass. His
tail wiggled from side to side, startling him now and then as the small butt
plug was dragged in all directions, adding friction where there was supposed to
be none. Zoey had declared herself completely unhappy with the size, saying
that bigger was better for what he had in mind, and yet, it felt like a torture
device only because it was giving him all kinds of sensations.
Given the
latex suit, he was also starting to sweat, but heck, everything was game when
wanting to make things interesting, right?
Now, he was
supposed to find Rusty somehow or hope for the gossip grapevine to function
well enough so that news of the local cat boy being spotted reached the right
ears. A few students noticed him and waved at him. Great. Now, he was becoming
a local celebrity.
All's fair
in love and war, or something like that. Not so fair for his ass. He felt so
full from so little it was uncanny. Maybe he was destined to be a top, after
all. He tried to be philosophical about it.
He sat on
the wall, his feet hanging over.
"Out of the
way, out of the way," someone called loudly.
Hmm, he so
needed to play his coolest card ever. He got back on his feet and crossed his
arms while Rusty rushed toward him. He must have come in a real hurry, because when
he got to the wall he rested one hand against it and was breathing hard while
staring at Matty in his cat boy suit.
"You're
here," Rusty finally managed. "In broad daylight."
"I don't
sleep all day," Matty replied in his high-pitched impersonation of what he
thought to be a cat boy voice. Probably it had nothing to do with reality.
"Well, you kept your end of the bargain. I'm here to deliver." He wrapped his
tail around one arm. "Ready to get your reward?"
"So ready,"
Rusty assured him and raised one hand.
"Not here,"
Matty said quickly, looking around. People were even taking pictures.
"Somewhere we can be alone. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Sure
thing." Rusty lifted himself up on the wall. "I know a way to get rid of
everyone."
***
He had been
in such a sour mood after having to clear the air with Matty about being
nothing but friends, and not the buttfucking kind, that
all day until now he had moped around the house, getting on everyone's nerves.
So, Matty was okay with it, and he was okay with it, but nothing made it okay.
Good thing
the cat boy had decided to make an appearance. It looked like Slicky Coolplums
had a knack for showing up whenever he was going through a tough time, just
like the day before. The cat boy was fair game, after all, and Rusty planned on
taking out on him all his frustration at being unable or allowed to touch Matty
anywhere with his cock.
Through
skillful navigation, they had ended up in one of Rusty's secret spots for
making out, in one of the old buildings that had once served as a gym.
Normally, it was locked, but Rusty knew a way in, so he guided the cat boy
gently, with his hand placed on the small of his back, right above the swinging
tail that enticed him so much.
Now, that he
had the cat boy where he wanted him, he could experiment with a little bit of
delayed gratification.
They were in
the middle of what had used to be an indoor basketball court, so it was very
apropos, but it had to work for them. Rusty made a show of jumping and grabbing
the hoop, swinging from it a couple of times before landing back on the ground
again.
Slicky held
his arms crossed and stared at him with his golden eyes. "We must set some
ground rules."
"Sure,"
Rusty said and grinned. He liked looking at the cat boy from all angles. One of
his fantasies included a photoshoot involving various stages of undress and
teasing, but this was hardly the place. He had a feeling he would have other
opportunities lined up after today.
"Regardless
of what we do, you must never try to take off my wig or do anything else to
find out who I am."
"You're
Slicky Coolplums," Rusty said with a shrug. "That goes without saying. I have
other means to find out who you are."
"You do?"
The cat boy angled his head and stared hard at him.
"I'm not
going to show you my hand, though," Rusty replied. "Now, are you going to let
me pet you or what?"
"Okay."
Slicky turned slowly and bent slightly from the waist. Then, he began wiggling
his tail. "I'll endure it since I promised."
Rusty
chuckled and grabbed the fluffy tail, gently at first. He moved his hand up and
down, wrapping the thing around his arm, while his eyes remained fixed on the
prize.
Slicky
gasped when he pulled a little harder. "Not so roughly, please."
"Don't tell
me it hurts." Rusty moved his hand lower, to the root of the tail. His fingers
felt something through the latex, something like a hard edge. "What is this?"
"Nothing,"
the cat boy protested.
Rusty
continued his investigation. His knowledge on the topic could only lead to one
conclusion. "You have a butt plug in your ass?" He pulled on it a bit, making
Slicky gasp again. "O. M. F. G., you do!"
"It's for
controlling my tail, nothing else," Slicky said quickly. "I didn't tell you to
touch there."
Rusty moved
quickly and wrapped one arm around Slicky's slim waist. "You're a kinky cat
boy," he whispered in his ear.
Slicky
trembled in his arms. Rusty rested his crotch against a shapely buttock and
rubbed against it. He hadn't jerked off since a couple of days ago. And now, he
had a cat boy in his arms, one who had thought it wise to put a butt plug up
his ass when meeting the king of Sunny Hill.
"You wanted
me to find out, didn't you?" Rusty slowly purred into Slicky's ear. "To find
out what a naughty boy you are."
"As if," the
cat boy protested. "Stop that."
Rusty used
his crotch as leverage to push into the butt plug. It wasn't ideal, but he bet
the other could feel it. Then, his hand wandered down and moved over Slicky's
obvious erection. "All that running away, when you want to be touched."
"I don't,"
the cat boy keened softly.
"Part of the
deal or not, I have to rub one out, because you're way too sexy," Rusty
announced and freed the Mighty Thor so that he could finally get a guiltless
release.
For a
moment, he wondered if Matty would pop to mind even now, but it was hard to
ignore having that lean perfect body in his arms. That was good. He was allowed
to have some fun, for fuck's sake.
He moved his
cock against the latex clad buttocks. "Do you like getting fucked in the butt?"
he asked.
"No," came
the offended reply. "Why would you even ask that? You're a lady killer, or so I
heard."
"Lady
killer." Rusty snorted. "Well, it's okay, since I'm not supposed to fuck guys in
the butt, either."
"Then why
are you doing this kind of naughty thing?" Slicky asked and squirmed as Rusty
continued to torture his cock through his costume.
"Because I
like your sexy ass too much. Can you feel my cock? Rubbing against your butt?"
With each word, he felt himself getting nearer and nearer to the point of no
return.
"It would be
hard not to. Wait, I hope you're not planning to--"
"Too late,"
Rusty whispered and sprayed all over the latex costume.
He laughed
as Slicky pushed him away and then stared him down with miffed eyes. "You
didn't!" He brought one hand back and returned it full of Rusty's cum. "What am
I supposed to do with this?"
"It's
nutritious. You could lick it," Rusty suggested and squeezed the Mighty Thor a
couple more times for the last drops.
Another
killer look from Slicky convinced him that he had hit the jackpot with this
guy. "Maybe you should lick it."
He was
holding his palm open, and since his hands were covered in latex gloves, too,
it was obvious how big a load Rusty had blown.
"Why did you
even have so much?" Slicky continued to complain.
Rusty
shrugged. "There's a good explanation for that."
"Like what?"
"I had to
spend an entire night with the owner of a sexy butt without doing anything."
"Really?
What held you back? I'm sure the girl would have liked to get a dicking from
you."
"It was no
girl. Just my sexy friend, and I can't jump his bones or there will be
consequences."
"What
consequences?"
Rusty
removed his t-shirt and began wiping Slicky's palm. Then, he turned him and
wiped the rest from his back and butt. "I'm supposed to be a moral upstanding
person," he explained. "Which I don't have to be with you."
Slicky
gasped in outrage as Rusty lifted him from the ground and smothered him in his
arms. "Put me down, or I'll scratch you. This is your last warning."
Rusty obeyed
and then turned Slicky so they were facing each
other. "You're hard because I fondled your butt and came all over it," he said
with a grin.
"And? What
do you want to do about it?"
Rusty considered.
Well, the cat boy was kind of a perv, and he liked that, and Maddox and
Jonathan didn't have anything to say in this situation, because whatever they
said about Matty didn't extend to Slicky Coolplums. So, with a small shrug,
decided that no one was supposed to beat him at the kink game, he knelt in
front of the other and put his tongue directly on top of the latex clad erection.
Slicky
moaned instantly. Rusty smirked in satisfaction and opened his mouth so that he
could squeeze the cat boy's cock with his lips. His efforts didn't appear to be
in vain at all, because Slicky was gasping and moaning, despite trying hard to
hold back the noises he was making.
Rusty moved
one hand behind to press against the butt plug by holding the tail. That seemed
to do it, along with his tongue teasing the cat boy through his suit. Slicky
grabbed Rusty's hair hard and let out the cutest moan of release he had ever
heard in the last year or so. Too bad he couldn't taste the juice, too. He
would like to compare it with Matty's, though that
wasn't supposed to happen.
He shook his
head and got to his feet. "Well? Mad at me, still?"
Slicky
crossed his arms and huffed, although his breathing was uneven. "You're a kinky
bastard, Mr. King. I'll keep this offense in mind."
"I bet. So,
when will I see you again? Can I undress you next time? You can keep the wig
on."
"No. It was
only this time. Because you had to win the game."
"Yeah, yeah,
fool yourself more. You wanted me to play with you. I'm telling you, this fairytail between us, it's not over."
"Fairytale?"
Slicky asked, frowning under the mask.
"No, no,"
Rusty hurried to correct him. "Fairytail, `cause you have a tail."
"Hmm, what a
cheap low hanging fruit. I'll leave first."
"Yeah, okay.
Swing that tail for me some more on your way out."
Rusty
watched the cat boy jump on a stack of boxes and then going out the window.
Wow, now that had been something. And, finally, his balls were empty and he
could do right by Matty and find him a guy tonight, without the Mighty Thor
getting in the way and asking for that V-card like it was his birthright or
something.
***
Matty felt
as if he were flying over every obstacle in his path. His heart was in his
throat, his mind was dizzy, and he had a cat boy suit to clean thoroughly.
Rusty wanted
him, still. Yeah, he even wanted Matty, not only Slicky Coolplums. But how to
convince him that he would still be a moral upstanding person or whatever, even
if they were fooling around together?
TBC
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