Chasing Rusty Parker Ch. 15
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Fifteen Tonight's
Not About Bubbles
"You seem to be in a good
mood," Maddox noted out loud as Rusty whistled while adjusting the cuffs on his
shirt. After admiring Jonathan for his dress code, the guy had gifted him some
really cool shirts, and now he could present himself at the party dressed as a
teacher should. "And why are you suddenly getting dressed to the nines? Aren't
we going out to party?"
Maddie and Johnny would
be present and they would totally see that he could be a perfect gentleman with
Matty. "Yes, and this is also the night when I'm going to push Matty in the right direction. That of finding himself a
dude," he explained. "Can Jonathan lend me some of that badass cologne of his?"
"I have no idea which one
you consider badass." Maddox crossed his arms and stared at him from the
bathroom door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're getting ready for
a date. But, I gotta say, you do clean up nicely."
"I totally do," Rusty
said and undid another button. Yeah, no need to make it entirely formal. He was
the casual type of teacher, not the moldy kind.
"Wow, Rusty," Jonathan
interjected and wrapped one arm around Maddox's shoulders. "You look great.
What's the occasion?"
"He's introducing Matty
to the world of hookups, apparently," Maddox explained. "By the way, the
streets have been buzzing about you going somewhere with the local cat boy and
coming back from that secret place with a very satisfied look on your face. Do
you have something to confess?"
Rusty offered his friends
a dazzling smile. "It was ah-mazing."
Jonathan grinned at him.
"I shouldn't ask, but I cannot help myself. What did you two do?"
Rusty slapped his face a
few times and winked at himself in the mirror. "You know, a bit of this, a bit
of that. I touched his tail. He looked at me in outrage. I spanked my monkey.
He got mad. Only cat boy fans would understand."
"What we're
understanding," Maddox intervened, "is that you enjoy a lot of fooling around
with dudes lately. Is it still the gay?"
Rusty sighed and shook
his head. How could they even understand? "It is something. But hey, Matty and
I, we're totally cool. You two parents have nothing to worry about."
Jonathan and Maddox
traded a look. They acted so much like Kane and Dex
these days.
"What? I'm doing the
moral thing and all that. I'm not making any attempts on his V-card. Some other
dude is going to do that."
The face reflected in the
mirror didn't seem to like the sound of that much, because it pursed its lips
as if he had just tasted a lemon.
"Hmm, so tonight's the
night you're going to find Matty a guy to hook up with?" Maddox asked.
Rusty waved an irritated hand
at his own reflection and gave up on looking in the mirror. "Yeah. Any comments
from you two?"
"No, none," Maddox said
and shrugged. "I just wonder what guy is going to be good enough for Matty."
"And why do you say
that?"
"I remember you saying
something about some guy with an Ivy League degree and a big schlong. I'm not
sure we have that kind around here," Maddox replied promptly.
"We could negotiate on
that Ivy League thing."
"What about the big schlong?"
Maddox asked.
"That's non-negotiable.
What is it, Johnny boy?" Rusty asked, seeing how Jonathan was fighting himself
not to laugh. "Don't tell me you gay boys don't measure your dicks."
"That's practically
standard procedure for entering the gay boys club," Jonathan joked. "What's
your excuse?"
"As the owner of the
biggest schlong on campus, I'm allowed to," Rusty offered the wackiest
explanation that came to mind.
"The biggest--" Maddox
huffed. "Well, let's hope it matches your ego. Now, are you ready, or do you
need more time with the mirror?"
"Nope, I'm ready."
Nothing would ruin his night. He had had Slicky Coolplums take a load on his
latex suit, he had cleared the air with Matty, his balls were empty, and now he
could find a dude for his cute sexy tutor.
Damn, his teeth kind of
hurt, he thought, as he rubbed his jaw.
***
"Anyone who doesn't know
you would think that you're getting ready for a funeral," Zoey commented while
measuring him up and down with her keen eyes that read right through him on a
regular basis.
"Yeah, the funeral of my
dreams of getting Rusty while being dressed like this," Matty gestured at his
usual plain clothes, "and being my usual self."
Zoey waved. "You're
getting too hung up on all the wrong things, my friend. You have him by the
balls as Slicky Coolplums. By the way, how--"
"Not telling."
"You're no fun." Zoey
pouted and crossed her arms.
Matty narrowed his eyes
as he took her in. "What kind of outfit is that?"
Zoey wore a pair of the
baggiest pants she must have been able to find for sale, and a shirt that
looked like a balloon. They were both of a pink so bright that Matty thought
people at the party would have to wear sunglasses in the presence of his
dazzling companion.
"One that says--" she
began and then pressed her index finger against her lips and looked to the
ceiling for help.
"Look at me, I'm a
walking neon sign?" Matty offered since his bestie seemed at a loss for ideas.
That couldn't have been the case when she had walked into the store and tried
those clothes on.
"I need to catch someone's
attention," she said quickly.
"Hmm. Who is that
someone?"
Zoey waved. Apparently,
she wasn't ready to tell. Still, Matty thought that all that dallying couldn't
be good for her. Without saying anything, he walked toward her and suddenly
pinched her cheek.
"Ouch," she batted his
hand away, "you're taking off all my glitter."
Matty looked at his hand.
Indeed, his fingers were covered with it. Zoey's makeup was screaming for
attention just as much as the rest of her. "Let me understand. Are you trying
to hook up with a clown?"
Zoey scowled and gave him
a murderous look. "That's easy for you to say. You have this," she poked him in
the stomach making him grunt, "and you can make the king of Sunny Hill fall for
your ass. Whatever magic skill you have is, I want some of it, too."
"Now you're talking out
of your ass. I have nothing." Matty threw his arms up in surrender. "I mean, he
does think I have a sexy butt--"
"He does?" Zoey's glitter
heavy eyes grew wide. "Why am I the last one to find out?"
"You're the only one to
find out, so let's leave it at that. That's what he confessed to me when I was
dressed up as a cat boy. But, Zoey, what if I have to dress up as a cat boy all
my life to get him to notice me?"
"Let's not make this into
a teenage drama movie. First of all, we're young adults, no longer teenagers.
Second of all, what you do with Rusty is clearly as R-rated as fuck. That means
that you are free to make your own choices."
"I somehow doubt that
anyone with a working brain can actually follow your logic on a day to day
basis, Zoey. What do you even mean by making my own choices?"
Zoey made an effort with
her balloon-clad arms to grasp him by the shoulders. It was like being
comforted by an overinflated pixie. "It means that whatever you think you're
sad about tonight is not true. What do you think is going to happen tonight?"
"Rusty's going to push me
into some guy's arms."
"So? What's the problem?"
Matty gestured as if he
needed to explain a complicated math problem. "That is the opposite of the
direction of his arms."
"Then how about you play
along? For a bit? Maybe you'll make him jealous."
"I doubt that's going to
happen. He has a horde of adoring fans at his feet. The moment he pushes me
away, all I can count on is Slicky Coolplums."
"Who practically counts
as a royal flush in this game of poker you're playing with the dude," Zoey
noted very matter-of-factly. "The best thing that could happen is for Rusty to
fall for your cat boy persona. And then, when you take the wig off, you can say
something like: Surprise, motherfucker!" The last words were delivered in a
booming voice.
Matty slapped his
forehead. "I'd never say something so rude to Rusty in my life."
"I know." Zoey took him
by the arm as if he was an invalid and needed help crossing the street. "You're
this nice guy, who needs to leave some of that niceness at home so that he can
nail the sexy bastard who is the king of Sunny Hill."
"He's not a bastard,"
Matty protested again.
"I say it with love,
affection, and tenderness," Zoey assured him. "Tonight, play dirty, Matty. Does
Rusty want you to hook up? Play your hand. Go for some dude, dance lasciviously
with him, grinding your cocks together, until the two of you need to be pulled apart
by the police or an entire team of firefighters armed with big hefty hoses--"
Her voice grew so heated that he felt rightfully embarrassed.
"Zoey, stop. This fantasy
of yours is getting out of hand."
"Hey, it's a good one.
Anyway, you get it. Don't play the shy virgin. Show Rusty that you learned plenty
from your lessons together." She did the air quotes to prove her point.
"And he'll be all too
happy to get rid of me, finally."
"Or realize that he's not
ready to let you go just yet. What do you say?"
"Hindsight is always
20/20, right?" Matty said with a sigh. "There's no way I can think about this
clearly while I'm so deep in it."
"And deep is where you
should be," Zoey concluded. "Look at the bright side. What if you find a guy
you really click with? What if you make a friend? A boyfriend?"
"That's a stretch. And it
wouldn't be fair to that person, right? I mean, I shouldn't mislead other guys
while I'm still crushing on Rusty like crazy."
"A little dance and a
little flirting don't count as that. Chicks do it all the time, while, you
know, evaluating whether this dude or the next is the right one for them.
You're overthinking things. I'm overthinking things, and it's all because of
you," Zoey accused. "You know what? Let's just have fun. If you don't want to
hook up at all, not even to make Rusty jealous, be honest about it. And maybe
Rusty's going to understand a little bit about what's going on, without your
having to spell it out for him."
Matty exhaled noisily.
"Okay, pink master. You're right about that. We should have a little fun while
we're still young. Now, could you please let go of my arm? I feel like I'm
eighty and need help."
Zoey just squeezed his
arm harder. "No. You do need help."
No chance of countering
that. Rolling his eyes, Matty let himself be guided out of the room.
***
Rusty scanned the room
again and checked his phone. Matty was late. What the hell was he thinking? No
way was Rusty getting stood up by his student.
"Why are you checking the
door every other second?" Maddox asked and threw a lazy arm over his shoulders.
"Matty
is trying to wiggle out of our deal." Rusty pouted for show and crossed his
arms.
"There are barely ten
people here. It's very early, and we're only here because you dragged us out of
the house like there was a fire."
"Hmph," Rusty offered in
as non-committal way as he could manage.
Maddox's smile hinted at
nothing good. "It looks to me like the only fire is the one under your ass,"
his bestie whispered in his ear and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Rusty made a face and
rubbed the place where Maddox had kissed him. "Stop embarrassing me in front of
the other kids, mom."
"Stop hugging the door
with your eyes. He's going to be here."
"You think so?"
"He wouldn't miss it
since it was you asking him to be present. By the way, what's the game plan?"
Rusty munched on his
lower lip with a vengeance. "I'm going to find a dude for my baby dude."
"Baby dude? You gave
Matty an endearing nickname?"
"Stop it with those
eyes," Rusty warned his bestie. Maddox was laughing at him with his entire
face. If he hadn't planned to be such a gentleman tonight, Maddox would have
already heard about what he could do with that shit-eating grin.
"What do you mean `those
eyes'?" Maddox teased. "I'm not doing anything."
"You totally are, and you
know very well that you are. Anyway, yeah, Matty's my baby dude, `cause I say so, but don't dare
pass that on or we're going to have a problem."
"Hmm, I'm already
shaking. Okay, I won't tell anyone, except Jonathan. Is that okay with you?"
"Jonathan is going to
think--"
"I'm not judging,"
Jonathan intervened from behind, making Rusty roll his eyes in pure,
unadulterated suffering. "By the way, here's your baby dude."
Rusty forgot all about the
things he wanted to say to Maddie and Johnny, things that were designed to give
them sleepless nights on account of the expectation of having certain pranks
played on them, because, indeed, Matty walked through the door at that exact
moment.
He wore regular cut jeans
and a white tee and normally Rusty would have scolded him for dressing too
plainly, only that seeing Matty's non-assuming attire gave him an odd
satisfaction. The cute nerd hadn't bothered to style his hair, either, and he
wore his glasses.
Leaving Maddox and
Jonathan to their own little happy bubble, Rusty moved toward his target. He
blinked at a pink balloon sauntering at Matty's left,
and it took him a couple of moments to realize that was Zoey encased in that
strange outfit.
"Hey, dudes," he said and
wrapped one arm around Matty's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. "You don't
get a hug," he said to Zoey. "I don't want to make you pop."
Zoey, as per usual, dared
to roll her eyes at him. "In your dreams. With all due respect, Your Majesty."
"Yeah, yeah. Cool outfit,
though. But I have to disappoint you. There's no costume party tonight."
As he talked to Zoey, he
unconsciously continued to pull Matty toward him. The other's warm,
mint-scented breath on his cheek made him realize that they were too close.
He let go an inch with great
reluctance. "Why did you let her go out of the house like that?"
Matty's eyes were very
close, very big, and very shiny. It was probably the effect of the glasses. "I
wouldn't dream of telling Zoey anything about her fashion sense. I value my
life. Plus, it looks like it worked."
"What?" Rusty was aware
of his lips being only a couple of inches away from Matty's
mouth. No, it was probably less.
"Zoey's so flashy that
you didn't bother to scold me about not dressing up for the occasion," Matty
explained.
"Nah, you're good. The
idea is that you should be so good at the game now that it doesn't matter what
you're wearing. Hey, where did the pink balloon go?"
Zoey had mysteriously
disappeared, but Rusty couldn't say that he was disappointed. He needed some
moments alone with his student so that they could iron out all the little
imperfections in Matty's game before launching him into the world of gay
delights awaiting him.
"She must be floating
around," Matty replied. "So, what's the first move, master?"
Rusty leaned forward, his
lips touching Matty's ear briefly. "Careful with that tone. I'm prone to
misunderstandings, people say."
"Oh, really? Okay, teach.
Teach me."
Rusty let go of Matty abruptly. Curiously enough, he could sense a bubble
forming around the two of them while they were sharing that private space.
Tonight wasn't about bubbles. It was about finding Matty a dude to hook up
with, or at least do some of the old teasing and denial.
That was a funny thing to
think about. Matty wasn't the teasing and denial kind. Slicky Coolplums on the
other hand
All right, it was a good
moment for him to stop. Someone laughed at his right, drawing his attention. A
couple of girls were staring at him with naughty glints in their eyes. One of
them winked. "Meow," she drawled.
"You're doing it wrong,"
he immediately admonished her.
"You should know," she
replied and laughed. She turned on her heel, followed by her girlfriend, who
gave him another amused look before scurrying after like a little loyal
acolyte.
"What was that all about?"
Rusty asked out loud.
Matty, rightfully
considering that he was the one being asked, hurried to reply. "Don't you know?
Xpress invented a bunch of stuff about you getting it on with the cat boy."
"I haven't read Xpress
today."
"Well, I doubt they ever
publish an ounce of truth," Matty continued, "and they really went the extra
mile with the fake news this time around."
Rusty pulled out his
phone.
Hey,
hey, boys and girls of Sunny Hill! Do you know what it takes to get into our
good king's graces these days? Yes, you guessed it, since we've already covered
some of Rusty Parker's obsession with cat boys.
You
need a tail, cat ears, some claws, and the right body to rock a black latex
suit. Well, you ladies are out of luck because, obviously, to get it right, you
also need a chest so flat no one would mistake you for a female.
We've
been wondering... why cat boys? Is that one of Rusty Parker's ways of telling the
world he actually has gay feelings buried deep inside his hard and cold
womanizing heart?
Let
us guide you through what happened earlier today, when the local cat boy made
an appearance... Our dear king whisked him away from prying eyes, but we have
prying eyes everywhere.
So,
we can tell you on good authority... Rusty Parker succumbed to the basest of
desires! There must have been a convenient hole in that latex suit, because his
wandering hands found their way inside. Oh, and what ecstasy followed! We bet
our king now rocks a nice pair of symmetric scratch patterns on his back.
Even
more, there was no protection involved! Do you know what that means, Sunny
Hill?
Ah,
we cannot stop our hammering hearts at the revelations we're about to share.
Have we already tricked you into believing that Rusty Parker got flipped like a
switch? No, no, no, that's not what's happening...
The
cat boy, the now famous Slicky Coolplums, is actually a girl! Yes, you heard
us. Should we expect a consistent feline litter after today's transgressions?
And we thought our king was a stickler for safe sex! It looks like passion
trampled all!
"What a bunch of
bullshit," Rusty wondered aloud.
"I thought so, too,"
Matty offered eagerly.
Rusty pulled his eyes
from Xpress's bullshit to look at his gay friend. "Why?" he asked.
"What do you mean, why?"
Matty blinked a few times. "That's definitely a guy," he said somewhat
defensively. "I mean, the cat boy."
Rusty nodded. "Don't you
think I could have done it with him today, though?"
Matty blushed and averted
his eyes. "You could do whatever you want," he replied, his voice close to
abrasive.
Rusty kissed Matty
shortly on the forehead. "You don't have to be jealous of Slicky Coolplums."
"I know, I know. We're
only friends."
Something about the way Matty said that, grumbling like an old man, convinced Rusty
all the more that tonight was the night to let the chick fly out of the coop.
"I've put together a
list," he announced. "There are some awesome gay boys to choose from, all
single."
"Very interesting. And
are they all going to attend this party?" Matty inquired, a lot more formal
than necessary, while pushing the glasses up on his nose.
"I took care to personally
invite them."
"Didn't they think it
odd?"
"No. It was on the
grounds of having the once in a lifetime opportunity of meeting the man of
their dreams."
"Did you really use those
words?"
Rusty pulled out his
phone again and showed Matty the message, at which the other only groaned in
resignation.
"You do realize that now
I'll have to live up to some outstanding expectations."
"And? I know for a fact
that you can meet them and go beyond."
Matty rubbed his cheeks
and reached for his eyes under the glasses with the tips of his fingers. "Thank
you for the vote of confidence, teach. Now, I need to get mentally prepared to
disappoint some gay boys. Are you going to tell me their names? Or how are we
going to go about this?"
Rusty patted Matty's
shoulders hard, for encouragement. "The first contender just walked in. Andy
something. Go get him, tiger."
***
Matty stared at the nerdy
boy, who seemed to be wishing to be anywhere else but there, while he took one
step after another. For a moment, he had felt tempted to tell Rusty that he
knew for a fact that Xpress was talking out of their asses because he had been
present at that meeting with the cat boy. Rusty's suspicions had proven
short-lived, so there was nothing for him to worry about.
Still, to think that
Xpress thought the cat boy to be a cat girl. Where the hell did they get that
idea? Matty had only skimmed through the gossip at a
glance since Zoey had insisted, but now those insinuations were starting to get
to him. So, according to Xpress, Rusty couldn't be gay, not even a little. And
he might have fathered some illegitimate children, just like that.
Well, he could spend a
lot of time and think about how Xpress was eating shit for all their daily
meals, but he had a bigger problem on his hands. He stopped in front of Andy
something, and the boy stopped his fidgeting, throwing him a confused look.
Matty smiled and waved.
"Hi, Andy. It looks like you're here because of me."
Andy pulled out his
phone. "Rusty Parker sent me a message. I thought it was a prank."
Matty winced a little
inside. "Well, he is kind of a prankster. The truth is he hopes that I could
find a partner at this party, and that's why he sent the message. To you."
And others, but Matty
wasn't sure he was supposed to divulge that.
Andy let out a long sigh
of relief and offered Matty his hand. "I'm relieved. I was worried he might
push me into the arms of a male stripper, just for the lulz."
Matty shook the offered
hand. "I'm Matty. Rusty wouldn't be so cruel, though."
Andy grinned and shifted
his weight from one foot to the other. "I think I hoped he would be, though.
I've never been in the arms of a male stripper."
They both laughed. "That
makes two of us, because I've never been in that kind of situation, either."
***
Rusty followed Matty with hawk-like eyes from afar. It looked like he and
Andy were starting out on the right foot, because they were laughing like they
were having the best time in the world.
The same could not be
said about him, though. The cat jokes were growing a bit old already. The girls
wanted to know if he knew the name of the chick he might have happened to
impregnate in the throes of desire. The boys wolf-whistled and called him a
hound dog or something along those lines. All that noise for nothing, and it was
only serving to piss him off. Especially now, when he needed all his concentration
to keep track of how Matty was doing.
Hmm, but they weren't
touching and were only conversing like friends. Had Matty learned nothing,
after all that hard work? Maybe Andy wasn't his type. His forehead a frown,
Rusty fired a quick message off to his student.
Make
a move if you like him. Else, get back to base.
He observed Matty as he
checked his phone. It was now or never, and Rusty held his breath for a moment.
Matty waved Andy goodbye and sauntered back to him.
What a relief. Rusty
frowned at that simple realization. Well, he did have five or six guys lined up
for Matty. Maybe not all of them would attend the party. Maybe some weren't
interested in meeting the man of their dreams.
"So?" Rusty asked,
worrying his bottom lip.
"He was expecting a male
stripper. It looks like I struck out." Matty smiled apologetically and shrugged
his shoulders.
"A male stripper?" Rusty
threw Andy a curious look, and the shy nerdy guy waved at him with a confused
smile. "We could turn you into that. Get on that table and began undressing
slowly."
Matty pinched the bridge
of his nose. "I am so not going to do that. I still have half a brain, I
think."
"After three years and a
couple of months or so in college? Nah, you only think that. What's wrong with
being a male stripper? You have those cool abs. Ah, don't tell me. He's not
your style."
"No Ivy League degree,"
Matty counted on his fingers, "no Lexus, no big schlong. Sorry, no match."
"Are you sure about the
big schlong? These studious types tend to hide some oversized sausages in their
baggy pants."
"So, who's next?" Matty
asked. "I'm just getting the hang of things."
Rusty searched the room
for the next target. When he found him, he grinned. The goth boy yawned
demonstratively to show what he thought of the choice of music and picked
invisible lint from his black t-shirt.
***
After the guy with the
very narrow taste in music came a guy who confessed timidly to Matty that he
wasn't actually gay, just not adept at meeting girls. That brought the number
of attempts to three, and he was starting to think that Rusty's criteria for
choosing possible partners for him might have suffered some serious alterations
from what he had imagined.
"No luck so far," he
explained to his teacher.
Rusty's brow furrowed.
Matty really hated to disappoint him, but there was no way he'd play that game
only for the sake of that.
"A-ha," Rusty said
victoriously, "what about him?"
Matty turned to look in
the direction of where Rusty was pointing, and he blinked. The guy who had just
walked in sported a sleeveless shirt that showed off his intricate sleeve
tattoos. He looked dark and dangerous. Somehow, Matty doubted that guy was a
student at Sunny Hill.
"You said something about
alley cats, right?" Rusty whispered in his ear. "Go try your luck now, Mr.
Fancy Pants."
Matty would have argued
about that nickname, but his attention was captured by the new guest more than
he cared to admit. When he walked toward the guy, he felt a little like the
proverbial moth flying frantically toward the flame.
Blue eyes, deep like sin,
settled on him, making the words die in his throat. The guy chuckled and leaned
against the wall. He crossed his arms, showing off his tattoos. Matty could
hardly hear a word, as the guy's lips moved.
Only when the aforementioned
lips stopped moving, Matty realized that he was supposed to answer. "What?" he
stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't get what you just said."
The stranger laughed
again, making a cute dimple appear in his right cheek. "I said," he drawled
seductively, "you must be Matty."
Had Rusty mentioned his
name to the other guys? Matty didn't remember. "And you are?" He stretched out
his hand.
The guy pulled him close
suddenly and wrapped him in his arms. Then, he blew hot air over Matty's ear.
"Tonight, I'm going to be your alley cat."
***
Rusty watched with
increased annoyance as Jamie played Matty like a pro.
He had been the one with the idea of calling a veritable heartbreaker and put
him in Matty's path, but now, he was starting to regret his decision.
By all reckoning, Matty should have been prepared for such a challenge. But,
instead, he looked like he was smitten beyond belief, leaning toward Jamie,
laughing at his jokes very lame jokes, Rusty knew them all and brushing
that sexy body of his against the other.
That wasn't how a gay
overlord should react to a cookie-cutter bad boy. Rusty pursed his lips and
clenched his fists.
Jamie, who had been more
than happy to hear that he'd have a cute college boy to hook up with tonight,
made his next move with the nonchalance of a player, which he was, obviously.
He was whispering into Matty's ear, probably inviting him outside, for a little
bit of heavy petting.
And Matty, forgetting all
about his training, seemed eager to agree to everything.
Absolutely no way.
***
All right, so this guy
was so different from all the others that Matty
couldn't believe it. He was so striking in appearance that Matty had forgotten
how to speak for a minute or so. But, now they were at ease, laughing together,
and sharing what brought them to that party.
"Did Rusty send you the
same message he sent the others?"
The guy, whose name was
still a mystery, was playing the seducer by the book. Matty thought it funny to
play along. Now, Zoey's plan to go with it and see Rusty's reaction to his
being taken with some dude made some sense.
Plus, Matty was actually
paying attention because this alley cat was a true player.
"What message?" Rough
hands massaged the back of Matty's neck.
"To meet the man of your
dreams and all that."
Another chuckle followed.
"That you, pretty boy? That's on the mark. How about going outside for a
moment? It's getting hot in here."
"For the record, was that
a pun, or are you really hot?"
"What do you think?"
Okay, this guy was a
player, Rusty was a womanizer, and Matty was a virgin. What to do?
TBC
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