Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 16
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Sixteen – Am I Supposed
To Get Brain Damage?
They were out, in the
slightly chill late night air, and Matty rubbed his arms to get the goosebumps
off his skin. Sure thing, the chilly air didn't warrant that reaction by
itself, and that had everything to do with the sexy guy walking by his side.
And holding him by the
shoulders casually, yet firmly and in a possessive way that did something a bit
funny to Matty's throat, which was getting drier by the moment. "Where are we
going?" he asked and coughed for a moment to stop himself from squealing at the
thought of being alone with that alley cat.
Oh, the guy was a tomcat
all right. He moved with grace and was very much aware of his sex appeal. On
one hand, Matty found it a bit funny. There was no way he looked like he
belonged with that specimen of sex on legs. Which brought forward a proper
re-evaluation. Did he look all right by Rusty's side?
Hmm, he hoped he did, but
that was just him hoping. "You're a regular mystery, aren't you?" he continued,
seeing how his companion remained silent and seemed obsessed with caressing the
side of Matty's neck where his fingers touched while humming pleasantly under
his breath and pleased with himself.
So, on the other hand,
this situation was a bit unnerving. Matty doubted that all the lessons he had
gone through with Rusty could have prepared him for what would follow. Not that
he had a clear idea about that.
He grunted in surprise
when the guy simply slammed him against the closest wall he could find and put
his hungry lips on him. Matty let out a muffled `ouch', since the back of his
head had come forcefully in contact with the hard surface.
He stopped the guy by
pressing hard enough against his shoulders to shift him. "Wait, I don't even
know your name."
"It's Jamie," the other
replied and smiled.
The light outside was bright
enough for Matty to see that cat-like grin. "Um,
Jamie. Nice to meet you." He made a clumsy attempt to push his hand up so that
they could shake on their belated acquaintance.
Jamie laughed and moved
away enough to make room for that to happen. He threw Matty a lazy look. "Am I
moving too fast for you, college boy?"
Matty snorted. "The way
you said that, just now, it sounded like that's the most important thing about
me. Being a college boy."
Jamie laughed. "Well, you
guys do have a reputation."
"What kind of
reputation?" Matty was genuinely curious.
Jamie wrapped one arm
around him and aligned their bodies. "That you're very open-minded." He moved
one slow finger along Matty's nose and then brushed it against his lips just
enough to make it a tease.
In all honesty, if he
hadn't been so caught up in his fantasy of landing the king of Sunny Hill,
Matty would have gone for a little bit of open-minded experimentation with
Jamie. Sure thing, it was basically Rusty pushing him into this guy's arms, and
his plan of making the guy jealous was obviously falling through. It was hard
to figure out his next step, so Matty thought of doing the next best thing for
his own sanity.
He began talking and
asking questions. "Have you been with many college boys?"
"None as cute as you,"
Jamie assured him without toning down the seducer act. He moved in for another
kiss, but Matty was ready this time. He dodged swiftly and kissed Jamie on the
cheek fast as a way of apologizing.
"You're a bit of a
tease," Jamie accused him, but he seemed more amused than pissed off with the
situation. "What's the deal? I'm not your type?"
Matty let his eyes wander
over Jamie's handsome face, the thick eyebrows, the straight nose with just the
slightest deviation due to some fist fight probably, and the sexy lips curled
in that award-winning smile. "If there's a gay dude who says that, hand on
heart, show him to me. If he's not blind, I doubt all his senses. And his
dick."
Jamie laughed and grabbed
Matty's crotch playfully. "Yours is driving a tough bargain, my friend."
He wasn't hard, that was
true, and that was only because his mind was so damned busy scrutinizing the
possibility of dodging this guy's advances and making Rusty jealous at the same
time.
"Not his best day," Matty
admitted.
At that, Jamie pulled
back and stared at him, his eyes filled with confusion. "Don't tell me I have
to cure you of not having a sex drive," he said. "It's all right. I just need
to know what I'm working with. I can take you slowly."
Talking about
misunderstandings. Matty was about to start an attempt at explaining, but Jamie
knelt in front of him and pushed his chest with one arm so fast that his head
met the wall again.
"What are you doing?" he
asked and sucked in a breath as Jamie worked his fly and began stroking his
cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.
Okay, so crushing on the
king of Sunny Hill aside, Matty believed himself to be just a simple man. The
feeling of that hot mouth on him, and the beautiful sight of having that
handsome man at his feet, were enough to send a little twitch through his
nether parts.
"Ah, it looks like it's
working just fine," Jamie said with satisfaction. "How would you feel about me
blowing you for starters, college boy? You can return the favor later."
Well, now that's what
things moving too fast had to mean. Matty searched his mind frantically for an
excuse, while his cock seemed all too happy to ignore any rational
recommendation and advice.
***
After a few minutes of
intense deliberation with himself and watching the duo from afar, Rusty
believed himself quite entitled to intervene. That hard shove against the wall
had Jamie's signature all over it, according to the rave reviews the man got
from the dudes he nailed, but it looked like Matty wasn't all that comfortable
about being manhandled like that. Some conversation of sorts had followed, and
Rusty had hoped Matty would tell Jamie off, a first in the guy's life, for
sure.
Nope, Matty was now pinned
to the wall, and Jamie was all intent on going down on him. Rusty pursed his
lips. No way, he couldn't let that happen. Matty wasn't that easy. Their
lessons together didn't count. He was supposed to play hard to get, shove the
guy on his ass, and leave with his head high.
How come he hadn't taught
that lesson to Matty? They were supposed to have gone through everything
together. Well, it wasn't the student's mistake, but the teacher's.
And Rusty had every
intention of correcting the situation, promptly and without delay. Therefore,
his teacher title allowed him to do what he did next.
"Hey, no sex on campus
grounds or something," he yelled out loud.
Jamie got up to his feet
and turned to give him a piece of his mind. "Rusty, what the fuck?"
Rusty walked over to his
dubious acquaintance and patted him on the back. "Thanks a bunch, man, but
Matty here just failed the test." He eyed Matty's
crotch an instant and was satisfied to see that the white briefs still covered
that pretty, bouncy thing Rusty was already acquainted with.
"What test?" both Jamie
and Matty asked at the same time.
"The resistance to
players test," Rusty said promptly. "I didn't tell you about it, because it
would have influenced the final result. Obviously, Matty needs more training."
Jamie ran a hand through
his hair. Damn, the fucker knew how he looked. Even now, that pissed off act
was a good act. "Rusty, dude, are you cockblocking me for real? Me and Matty
here, we were just getting to know each other."
"You were just getting ready
to suck his cock," Rusty offered matter-of-factly.
"My point exactly," Jamie
said and threw his arms out. "That's how guys get to know each other."
"By tasting each other's
cum?" Rusty inquired. From the corner of his eye, he noticed how Matty had buttoned his fly back up and was now observing
his convo with Jamie with what looked like great interest.
"The most straightforward
way for the gay," Jamie joked. "Now," he said and took Matty by the shoulders,
"do you see what you did? You scared the virgin boy."
"I'm not scared," Matty
replied. "And, what the hell? Why would you tell him I was a virgin, Rusty?"
"It's not like I
slut-shamed you," Rusty protested.
"Just virgin-shamed me,"
Matty accused.
Strangely enough, Rusty
couldn't tell whether Matty was really pissed or just pulling his leg. His face
was in shadow, so not easy to examine for signs.
"How are we going to play
this?" Jamie intervened. "Are you going to let us get properly acquainted, or
are you going to be a douche about it?"
"I'll take the douche
part," Rusty said with conviction and pulled Matty to him.
That earned him a
surprised look from both of the guys.
Jamie stared for a
moment, looked like he was about to stand his ground, but then stepped down
with a crooked smile. "I see how it is," he said. "Well, you owe me some gas
money. Douche," he threw over his shoulder. "See you another time, Matty."
Jamie offered his best smile this time. "When your jailer's not around."
Matty put a hand up to
wave at the guy, but Rusty caught it and pushed it down. "Don't. Didn't I teach
you anything?" he asked, once Jamie was out of earshot.
"What the hell, Rusty?"
Wow, quiet, calm Matty was a bit pissed.
"What do you mean? I
saved you from getting your dick sucked by some playboy."
"For real? A playboy you invited
to the party. By the way, don't forget that you owe the guy some gas money."
Ah, fuck. Matty was sooooo making fun of
him. Well, Rusty believed himself to have a right to act like the injured party,
then.
"When," he began in a
teacher slash parent's voice, "did I tell you that you should be easy?"
Matty pursed his lips in
thought and rolled his eyes as if he was trying to remember, and then he
delivered his line. "Practically all of the time."
"That's not true," Rusty
protested, rightfully indignant.
"Yes, it is. All your
teaching was about going for it."
"Not for just any guy's
dick, though. Where on that asshole do you see written that he goes to some Ivy
League school?"
"It didn't appear to be
tattooed on him, but I had every intention to check his entire body for that
particular tidbit," Matty replied promptly.
"Ah, really? And he
doesn't drive a Lexus. Just some stupid muscle car." Even if they were doing
this to have a little laugh, Rusty felt like his blood was getting hotter and rushing
quickly to his head.
"Maybe I like muscle cars
a lot better. Fuck the environment," Matty said in too serious a tone to be
taken seriously.
Okay, the little prick
was kind of asking for it. Rusty caught him by the front of his t-shirt and
pushed him into the wall. "Do you also like to be shoved up against a wall like
this?"
Matty groaned and rubbed
the back of his head. "Am I supposed to get brain damage tonight or something?"
he grumbled. "You know what, Rusty? Maybe I do." He grabbed Rusty by his very
nice shirt and pushed back. "And I'd also like to have my dick sucked for a
change. By some sexy dude, `cause that's basically
what you prepared me for." He pushed his index finger into Rusty's chest for
emphasis.
"Is this your way of
telling me you're pissed because I didn't return the favor?"
"What do you even mean by
that?" Matty pushed himself into Rusty's face to make his point.
"I mean that you're
pissed at me because I didn't suck your dick back."
***
Okay, okay, so this had
to be the strangest conversation ever, and Matty felt like he was treading
dangerous waters. Technically, Rusty had given him some oral satisfaction while
Matty had been dressed in his cat boy suit, but only the simple mention of the
guy's beautiful mouth on his naked dick made his knees buckle a smidge.
However, he had gotten
this far. Rusty had just cockblocked him, and it had to be for a damn good
reason, even if neither of them was willing to say the truth out loud.
Or so it seemed.
"Well, since that's the case,
how about I suck your dick right now?" Rusty offered in a heated voice. "Will
that teach you not to let any bad boy touch it with his mouth?"
"I had no idea I was
supposed to resist," Matty began. "Wait, what? Do you really mean it? Do you
want to suck my cock?" There went all the hoping. Stupid hoping. Rusty was
probably just pulling his leg.
Rusty grabbed his hand.
"This party sucks, anyway. Let's go to your place, and I'll teach you what kind
of guy you should allow to get that near to your cock."
Matty already knew the
answer to that one, but he wasn't about to tell Rusty. He had to be dreaming
that he was being dragged across the campus to his dorm, that his hand was in
Rusty's and it felt so good, and that he really could expect his wildest fantasies
to come true for a change.
"Why do you say the party
sucks? Should I have hooked up with the goth kid instead?"
Rusty let out an outraged
scoff. "Neither of them was good enough for you. I should have seen that."
"Because of no Ivy League
degree? At least, I think Jamie's dick must have been pretty big."
That appeared to be the
wrong thing to say. Rusty turned to give him a withering look. "And how do you
know that? Did he show it to you?"
"No. But he plastered
himself all over me. I'm pretty sure that wasn't some rocket in his pocket,"
Matty joked.
Rusty didn't find it
funny. His grip on Matty's hand doubled and he began
to walk so fast that Matty had to run to keep up. "Come on, Rusty, who pissed
you off?"
"You did by failing your
test," came the reply. "You'll get a blowjob you'll never forget. That'll teach
you."
Matty was pretty sure
everything Rusty said was true. The only problem was that he had no idea what
kind of teaching he was supposed to take away from it.
***
So, Matty didn't think
him capable of giving head or something. He must have thought himself freaking
lucky to have a bad boy like Jamie, with tattoos and his annoying muscle car,
to go down on him. And he even had the nerve to think that Rusty must have
cockblocked him just for the lulz, although he hadn't
said anything like that.
He let Matty open the
door, but the following instant, he was on him, pushing him to the bed and
ending up between his legs and all over him. "Teach, I believe this is quite
the compromising position," Matty dared to tease him.
"Shut up," Rusty mumbled
against Matty's lips, dizzy already with the anticipation of tasting them
again. "You didn't even notice how nicely I dressed up, only for you."
Matty sniffed him
delicately. "You don't seem to be drunk--"
"I'm not high, asshole,"
Rusty corrected him before he had the chance to say anything. "I mean it."
Matty surprised him with
a gentle pat on the head. "Doctor Rusty, you look dashing tonight. Or is it
Professor? I never know with you."
"I like keeping you on
your toes. Now, where were we?" Rusty turned his head so that Matty wouldn't catch him smiling. That compliment sounded
genuine, regardless of how it had been delivered.
He made his way down Matty's body, with the intention of getting to work right
away. However, his earlier bravado seemed to have diminished quite a lot. Rusty
couldn't say why it had angered him so much to see Jamie about to blow Matty.
That had been what he wanted all along, to give Matty a taste of free sex with
a sexy guy.
Only that it hadn't
worked that way. No, the moment he had seen the two, chatting friendlily, and
then getting to the hot and heavy stuff, some irrational feeling had taken
over, telling him that he was about to be robbed of something that was meant
for him and him alone.
The problem was, he
hadn't expected to be faced with the mechanics of putting his plan in motion,
with nothing in-between to help the play-pretend, something like a latex suit.
He was face to face with Matty's crotch, and he was in a dilemma.
With one deep breath, he
decided to grab the bull by the horns and dragged Matty's pants down along with
his underwear. The thing bounced so fast it hit him in the nose. "Ouch," he
complained.
"Not my fault," came the
mumbled protest from above.
"You can't really say
that," Rusty shot back. With all the courage he was capable of, he took hold of
Matty's cock, pretty and hard and leaking precum, and stared at it with hard
eyes. "Were you really going for that bad boy? Were you?" He shook it a little.
That made Matty snicker. "You shut up."
Matty pushed himself up
on his elbows and their eyes met. "If you didn't want Jamie to get it on with
me, why did you call him?"
It was a very good
question. A very good question, indeed. And like all good questions, it
belonged in the special drawer that Rusty kept only for them.
"Aren't you going to tell
me?" Matty pressed.
He was annoying. He was
an annoying little shit and he knew it. Rusty decided that there was only one
way of getting out of the situation. Before the dive, he closed his eyes and
opened his mouth wide.
And then, the unfamiliar
sensation of having his mouth filled with a hard living pulsing thing spread
through him like wildfire. He had watched girls going down on him so many
times. They seemed to like it a great deal. He had watched porn, and oral sex
was like foreplay for almost everything, even the kinky stuff.
He hadn't done it
himself, though. With one sure move, he pulled Matty's cock out of his mouth
and clicked his tongue a few times. When he looked up, he only saw an arm
thrown over Matty's face, and what was left visible of his face had an
unmistakable crimson color. "Don't tell me you hate it now. You can't possibly
hate it," he protested, hoping that really wasn't the case.
Matty didn't uncover his
face. "Rusty, if you don't want me to start thinking up ways to strangle you,
please, just continue."
Oh, so it was good. Well,
now that gave him a little bit of confidence, didn't it? Rusty set himself up
for the job and moved his mouth back on the hard cock in front of him. It was
satisfying to move his hand up and down and feel it get so rock hard, even more
than it had been the second before.
To make things even better,
Matty moaned softly, barely audible, as he clearly tried to keep his voice
down. Rusty wanted to tell him that it was all right, and that it would give
him a mighty good boost of confidence if Matty just gave him a moment by moment
review in as many glowing words as possible, but, in a way, this was good, too.
He felt a bit of unfamiliar shyness preventing him from asking, so he decided
that it was better to deliver on his promise, after all.
***
It was as real as it
could possibly get. Rusty was there, kneeling between his legs, and he was
taking his cock in his mouth. Matty wanted to pull out his phone and record
everything so that he could prove to himself that he wasn't dreaming, but it
would have been a dick move, and that was the last thing he wanted Rusty to
think of him.
For fear of not ruining
the moment, he didn't dare move and kept his face covered, as he was burning
with embarrassment and too much excitement. Since it was probably the only time
in his life he'd have the king of Sunny Hill giving him a blowjob, the idea was
to make it count and last for as long as was humanly possible.
In a way, though, it was
a lot more difficult to ignore what was going on with his eyes closed. He felt
everything with a clarity that his endorphin-soaked mind shouldn't have been
able to register, from how Rusty's warm breath blew over his skin to how a
tentative tongue was tasting him slowly. If he didn't know any better, he'd
think that the unabashed king of Sunny Hill was approaching that blowjob with
care and a bit of constraint.
That last thought hit him
where it hurt. He removed his arm from his face and looked at Rusty. "Rusty,"
he whispered, ignoring the heaviness starting to weigh on his heart, "if it's
just a dare, if you don't feel like it--"
Rusty stared at him for
two moments, Matty's dick still in his mouth, and looking damn good for it, and
then pulled it out to speak. "I totally feel like it. It's just that I've never
done it. Don't be so quick to judge, jeez."
Matty blinked. Rusty
blinked. They blinked together at the same time. "Do you like it?" Matty dared
to ask first. "At least a little bit?"
Rusty shrugged. "Eh, I
don't know." Then, he burst into laughter. "Just kidding. It's quite good. I
don't know what the big fuss is about it all."
"What do you mean? Don't
you like having your dick sucked?" Matty shot back, feeling a bit peeved by
that reaction.
"Yeah, I totally do,
especially when it's by someone as pretty as you. But I was expecting it to be
more hard-hitting, you know? The moment I put my mouth on a guy's dick."
Had Rusty thought about
it before? He was open-minded and did everything that crossed his mind, so why had
he refrained from that particular temptation? Matty didn't know how to wrap his
mind around that. "Sorry if it's so underwhelming," he said.
Rusty held Matty's cock
and patted his cheek with it like it could help him think. "It's not like that
at all. Now, shut up and enjoy it. As your teacher, I should have gotten to this
point already. Consider this sort of a making up for lost time."
Matty couldn't argue
against that.
"And feel free to tell me
when it feels bad and when it feels good. And when it feels amazing. Or just
four and a half stars."
"Oh, gawd, Rusty," Matty
moaned and put a firm hand on the blond head, "just suck my cock already."
***
Well, it was surely nice
for a change to have someone tell him what to do. And Matty had a nice
authoritarian voice when he got the hang of it. Rusty went back to the blowjob
with a lot more confidence and enthusiasm. This was getting better and better,
he realized, as he now understood what his little flicks of the tongue did to
the owner of the cock he was blowing.
Matty no longer kept his
voice down. Besides his cute soft moaning, the occasional sharp intake of
breath made him think that he was practically getting a raving review on the
spot. Jamie with all his conquests could go fuck himself and settle for second
place, `cause another champion was in town.
That was basically the
pep talk he was giving himself while going hard at it. The way Matty's cock
curved up a bit made it a challenge to take it too deep from that position, so
Rusty got himself a bit higher and used his hand to help him milk the thing for
all it was worth.
"How is it, Matty?" he
asked in a heated voice and watched the other, who seemed lost to the world if
the expression of pure bliss on his face was any indication.
"Rusty, it's beyond five
stars," Matty immediately delivered, "and you're amazing, too."
"Okay, now order me
around a little bit more."
"What?" Matty asked, not
quite understanding the question, by the looks of it.
"Yeah, be the boss. Tell
me how to suck your cock."
Instead of doing that,
Matty surprised him by grabbing hold of the hair at the back of his head and
pushing him down.
"This works, too," Rusty
agreed, feeling free to go for it without any guilt attached.
Matty had a firm hand for
a guy who liked to keep his nose in books all day long. Rusty really, really
appreciated the thought. It gave him something more to think than about how
hard that cock was in his mouth, and how much he enjoyed it. A lot more than he
would have thought possible, that was sure.
Because of Matty's taking
charge, now the curved cock hit at certain angles that made Rusty choke a
little. He raised one hand in surrender. "Just a little bit," he demanded,
without needing to be too explicit.
"Sorry," Matty whispered,
"but just get back to work because I'm really close."
So much honesty made
Matty a pretty interesting boy, Rusty decided, and that was one thing he really
liked whenever he had met that particular trait in people. It was hard to be
honest, and he knew it to be true.
He focused on the blowjob
again, stopping his mind from wandering. It made it all the more real, how full
he felt, and how much pleasure he could take from making Matty moan and squirm
like that.
"Are you going to
swallow?" Matty asked breathlessly. "Please, just tell me now--"
Rusty didn't answer that.
Instead, since actions spoke a lot louder than words, he just went as deep as
he could and applied the pressure needed to squeeze Matty's cock harder. Yes,
he had never done it himself before, but he had had it done to himself so many
times, and that knowledge had rubbed off on him plenty.
A wave of delicious spunk
hit his mouth, and he struggled to keep it in while still moving his lips up
and down. Soon, his entire mouth was full, and Matty was whispering all kinds
of dirty niceties, like how good he was with his mouth, and how much he enjoyed
giving it to him and making him swallow like that.
Rusty removed his mouth
eventually and took in the moist cock falling to rest like a tired warrior on
Matty's belly. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Now that is what I
call a blowjob," he said with satisfaction. "What do you say? What's your final
rating--"
A hard pull and firm lips
seeking his made him stop talking. Without a moment's notice, Matty was all
over him, kissing him, forcing his mouth open, and hugging him with both arms
and legs.
"Hey, if you're in the
mood for cum that badly, I have some hard candy waiting for you," Rusty joked,
although he liked that wave of effusion. It said a lot more than all the verbal
praise he was expecting for a job well done.
"Just don't say a word,"
Matty said and kissed him again.
Rusty no longer
protested, and let Matty climb on top of him and kiss him at length. Did Matty
the virgin boy know just how dirty and sexy that was? He was probably aware,
because he was giving him a thorough dental checkup.
Not that it wasn't good.
Rusty was well aware of how his best friend was twitching desperately and
begging to be released from the confines of his nicest pants.
Yet, it felt somehow like
a thing that was beyond sex. Rusty really didn't know what to think of that.
Matty was kissing him not like he was just grateful for getting his dick
sucked. He was doing it like his life depended on it or something, and that
gave Rusty a sudden rush of an unknown feeling never experienced before.
A part of him wanted to
stop Matty. Another wished nothing else but to let him continue. Whatever it
was, it was worth exploring, Rusty decided. Learning new things could never
hurt, right?
Matty let go of his mouth
and breathed one time, deeply. "That was the best blowjob of my life, Rusty."
Rusty laughed, comforted
by getting back on familiar ground again. "It was the only blowjob of your
life, Matty."
"I'm sure my opinion
won't change for the next eighty years or so."
"Wow, planning to live
for one hundred years?"
"Why not? I exercise, I
eat healthy. And since I met you, it looks like I have quite the satisfying sex
life."
Matty was joking. That
was comforting, too. Rusty wrapped one arm around him to hold him close. He
sighed in satisfaction as Matty groped the front of
his pants. "How about my turn?"
"Don't let me stop you,"
Rusty joked and hissed as Matty went a little hard on
the Mighty Thor.
"By the way, after this
thing, what kind of friends are we? I mean, was it only one time or--"
"Nope. We're going to do
it again. Let's be cocksucking friends," Rusty
offered.
"Cocksucking
friends? All right. I think I like that."
How could he not? Rusty
put his arms behind his head and smiled, while Matty went
down on him.
TBC
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