Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 21
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-One – I
Want To Put My Mark On You
Rusty tip-toed into his
own bedroom, not to make sure that he didn't wake Matty
up, but because he wanted to surprise his soon-to-be buttfucking friend in some
crazy position like earlier. The sight of Matty lying on his belly, with his
ass up, was forever etched on the wrinkled surface of his brain that got fired
up like Christmas lights the moment he thought of stuff like that.
He grabbed his cock
through his sweatpants. Soon, they'd get there, both he and Mighty Thor, and
then maybe they'd feel a lot more satisfied than they had felt lately.
Indeed, Matty lay on the
bed, but he was on his back and looking at the ceiling, an activity that didn't
appear to be very conducive for buttfucking
activities. Rusty moved closer and then Matty's pretty eyes settled on him. He
climbed on the bed without losing eye contact and pondered over what that stare
meant.
"Are you mad at me or
something?"
Matty wasn't even naked,
something that told him that maybe they would have to postpone their
buttfucking friendship debut. Hopefully, it wouldn't be indefinitely.
"No, but I need to come
clean," Matty said and propped himself up on his elbows to look at him.
Rusty lay on one side and
gestured with his chin for the other to continue.
"I just eavesdropped on
your conversation with your friends," Matty confessed.
Rusty groaned. "Don't
worry about them. They mean well. I mean, wait, stop, it's me who did something
wrong, right? I tend to do that."
Matty welcomed that last
bit with a surprised expression on his pretty face. "What? No, Rusty, I have to
apologize. Although, yeah, maybe, the fact that your friends know what we're
about to do--"
Ah, so there was hope.
"We're still on, right?" he asked.
Matty nodded, but he
didn't appear that enthusiastic. Well, that was bad. Rusty could feel his
entire body temperature dropping.
He lay on his back and
did the same as Matty had earlier, staring at the ceiling, knowing it wouldn't
judge him for the world. "So, I did bad by telling them."
Matty scooted closer and
put a hand on Rusty's chest. "We shook on it, remember? Don't tell me you're
going back on that."
Rusty searched Matty's
face for clues to understand what this was all about, but he came up empty. "I
don't want to. But I don't want us to do it if you don't feel like it. I just
wish you'd tell me what pissed you off. Besides my telling my friends that
we're about to do it, which I get it, it's pretty much inconsiderate of me...
Wait, why are you laughing?"
Matty was chuckling, mostly
to himself by the way he angled his head, and that sound went straight into the
pit of Rusty's stomach, something not so giggly or bubbly like the usual, but
deeper, more masculine. It both irked him and made him hot all over. It wasn't
easy to explain. If he were to compare it to something, he recalled the way
Jonathan laughed in Maddox's ear when trying to provoke his boyfriend to react
in a certain way. That certain way was, usually, Maddox turning to face his
better half and kiss him within an inch of death by asphyxiation, regardless of
how many people were present.
Was Matty playing him
like that? He was one hell of a player, then. Rusty found it difficult to stay
in place, not move at all, as he waited for that sexy chuckle to die down.
Matty moved even closer
and crowded him by placing his arms, bent from the elbows, on top of Rusty's
chest, and his chin on top of them. From there, he stared at him, digging into
Rusty with his chin in his chest so that their eyes would meet.
"What kind of thing is
this between us?" Matty asked.
It felt like the most
natural thing in the world then was to run one hand through Matty's silky hair.
The pretty eyes closed slowly as a small purr of satisfaction followed the
caress. In a way, Matty was like a cat, reacting well to being petted.
"Honestly, dude," Rusty replied, "I'd say it's pretty awesome."
Matty laughed and the
sound reverberated from his chest into Rusty's, causing another tickly and
giddy sensation to blossom there. "Because it's about sex?"
Rusty considered his
reply carefully. "Man, you're having me talk when my dick wants me to get into
action already. Fine, I'll do what you want me to. Yeah, because it's about
sexy fun times, but there's also something else." He tried to swallow the last
word, but it was too late.
Matty put his head to one
side and stared at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked
so pretty like that. "Well?" he drawled. "Like what?"
"Like because we're
friends," Rusty said quickly.
"And?" Matty continued
and blinked slowly.
"You're the first friend I've
had I want to fuck in the butt." Muddy, unclear desires from before didn't
matter at all.
"Wow, so I'm special?"
Matty asked and smiled broadly.
"As special as you want
to be," Rusty replied. At this point, he knew that his actions had to count
more than his words. Therefore, he moved his hand from Matty's head to his
perky sexy ass.
Matty's eyes grew wide.
However, he didn't seem to mind because he let his eyelashes drop again in
silent invitation.
"I know," Rusty said
promptly. "I need to make this special for you."
"You do?" Matty seemed
taken aback as Rusty pushed him away and got to his feet.
***
He had tried to get any
unpleasant feelings out of the way before Rusty came into the room, but he
hadn't been particularly successful. Therefore, he had been forced by
circumstances to admit to eavesdropping earlier. Rusty hadn't gotten mad, but
he must have gotten some strange ideas in his head because he was now rummaging
through his closet, the same one from which that worrying number of sex toys
and other things had escaped during one of their first tutoring sessions.
Was Rusty thinking about
taking his virginity with a dildo or something like that? Matty prepared
mentally for the argument that would follow. A dildo wouldn't count. He could
do the same by himself, with no one as company. He really, really regretted not
showing how much he actually wanted Rusty and him to become buttfucking
friends.
"Found it!" Rusty
announced victoriously and showed Matty something that looked like the statue
of a man with a happy expression on his face and a very big belly. "It's a
candle," he added and placed it on the nightstand, looking very pleased with
himself.
"What do we need a candle
for?" Matty wished he could use his glasses, but he really didn't want to deal
with any other obstacles that would prevent him from having proper sex with
Rusty.
"For atmosphere," Rusty
replied. "Too bad I don't have rose petals." With determination, he walked over
to the window.
When he turned, Matty saw
that he had one hand filled with dead leaves. With a theatrical gesture, he
threw them up into the air and Matty watched as they fell to the floor. Then,
Rusty returned to his closet and rummaged inside it some more.
Just when Matty was about
to intervene to stop the madness, Rusty emerged from the depths of his
furniture holding what looked like an impressive bottle of lube. Well, that was
needed. He had nothing to say against that.
Rusty ambled toward the
bed, with a naughty glint in his eyes. "Undress, Matty, and you'll see how
special I can make it for you."
"Between the happy fat
man," Matty said and turned slightly to rub the candle on its huge belly, "and
the dead leaves, I should say that my hopes and expectations are getting pretty
high."
"Great," Rusty said
cheerfully. "Come on, get out of those clothes. I prefer you naked, anyway."
"You do?" Matty asked,
then he remembered that he needed to be a bit more assertive in his dealings
with Rusty so that he didn't end up penetrated by anything other than the
Mighty Thor. "Sure," he added with confidence and pulled his t-shirt over his
head.
Rusty surprised him by
jumping on the bed and pouring from that bottle all over his chest.
"Ouch, that's cold," Matty
protested. "And do I really have to get drenched in lube for this to work?"
"It's not lube," Rusty
said with a roll of the eyes. "It's body oil. I was keeping it for a special
occasion."
"Really? What special
occasion?"
"This," Rusty said
triumphantly and pushed Matty on his back.
It was a real wonder how
he managed to keep the bottle steady in one hand and undress Matty with the
other.
Soon, Matty was all naked
and exposed. Rusty let his eyes travel appreciatively over all the bared skin,
making Matty feel pretty self-conscious about himself.
"We're going to make a
mess out of your sheets," Matty warned him, as Rusty continued to massage more
of the oil into the skin on his belly, while humming and smiling.
"I'll just do the laundry
tomorrow or something. And we're going to make a mess out of them, anyway,"
Rusty let him know with another self-assured grin.
Right. Matty inhaled
deeply. With Rusty being Rusty, it was easy to lose focus. He tried to stave
off the butterflies in his stomach that were going wild at that promise.
Rusty reached his crotch
and began to massage Matty's cock and balls slowly and intently. It only lasted
for half a minute, because he then ordered, "Back to me."
Matty turned on his
belly, the swarm of butterflies now going nuts. Rusty proceeded the spread more
of the body oil on his back. It had a pleasant, flowery scent that was probably
meant to relax the person it was being applied to. It had no power whatsoever
on Matty's jittery nerves. Rusty's skilled hands
moved across his back, lower and lower, until they stopped right above his
buttocks.
"I won't put oil there,"
Rusty declared in a stern voice, "because I want to lick it."
Matty didn't have the
time to ask what `it' was, because Rusty pushed his butt cheeks apart and soon
there was a tongue moving slowly across his crack and stopping at his asshole.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
"We'll get there, don't
worry," Rusty assured him. And then, added in a sugary voice, "my baby dude."
Matty wished he still had
the power to roll his eyes and pretend Rusty's jokes still reached him one way
or another, but the same earnest tongue was back at the job at hand, pushing
and flicking over all the sensitive spots. Sensations flared like fireworks
from that point in his body and seemed to take over everything else. Rusty
snuck one hand under his belly and hiked him up, probably to ensure a better
angle.
With each lick, he seemed
to become a bit fiercer. Matty whispered obscenities as Rusty moved his lips
over the taint and teased his balls, too.
"Oh, fuck, Matty, too bad
you can't eat your own ass," Rusty commented, "because this is fucking it."
He would have liked to
remind his bed partner that their little understanding included reciprocity on
that front, but the words were lost to him. At this point, the only sounds
coming out of his mouth were short grunts, long moans, and unintelligible
noises of various intensities and lengths in-between.
Finally, Rusty took mercy
and unhanded him. It only lasted for a bit, because Matty felt himself being
turned again. Rusty dragged him over his lap and his Mighty Thor now rested
along Matty's crack, ready for action.
Matty's heart beat
wildly. So it was going to happen after all, and there was no need for him to
expect Rusty to make another trip to his closet and take who knew what else out
of there.
"I bet you thought I'd
take you on all fours or something boring like that," Rusty said.
Matty shook his head like
he had water in his ears. All fours, boring. Those words had no place in the
same sentence, unless there was a `not' somewhere between them.
"Or that I'd pretend to
be romantic and give you my dick in the missionary position," Rusty continued.
Apparently, dead leaves
and fat man candles didn't count. Matty was speechless, mostly because his mind
was still reeling from that rimming from earlier.
"No," Rusty said
playfully, "I'm all for empowering you, Matty, so that's why you're going to
sit on my dick."
Matty had little idea as
to how he was going to do that, not because the mechanics weren't clear, but
because his knees had been rendered mush by Rusty's
previous ministrations involving his body.
Rusty grabbed him by the
back of the neck and pulled him into a hot, demanding kiss. At the same time,
he was now pouring something else along Matty's ass crack.
When he had managed to grab some lube, Matty couldn't recall.
Capable fingers were now teasing
his asshole into opening slowly, while Rusty kissed him hard, penetrating his
mouth with his tongue as if he wanted to show him what would happen with his
ass soon, too.
Matty moaned into the
kiss, as he sensed Rusty coating his cock with lube while rubbing it gently in his
anal cleft. It would happen, but only if he managed to control his legs. As if
he could tell what was going on, Rusty helped him by hiking his butt up, now
sneaking both hands under it. "Do you think you can do it, Matty?" he whispered
raggedly. "Can you put it in by yourself?"
If it cost him one arm
and one leg he could, Matty thought and brought one
hand back to grab hold of Rusty's cock. A short
inhalation from the other assured him that he wasn't the only one with some
pretty urgent needs. With all the courage he could muster, he aligned the blunt
head with his hole and began pushing down slowly.
"Easy, I got you," Rusty
whispered while hugging him.
Encouragements worked
wonders. Matty was all for positive reinforcement, especially when it involved
his impaling himself on Rusty's cock. Of course, his butt was still tight as
fuck, and patience and nice words from Rusty could only do so much.
He breathed out, stopping
for a moment. He felt the area with his fingers, but it looked like not even
the head was in. "Rusty," he whispered in distress, "I think my ass doesn't
want to cooperate."
"Let me put in some more
lube," Rusty said, and his nimble fingers were back at work.
Matty sighed in relief as
Rusty took it upon himself to pull his cock away. Soon, he was slowly coaxing
the tight ring of muscles into giving in. The sensations were all pleasurable,
and Matty focused on them as Rusty continued to encourage him. "It's normal
that you're this tight," came the warm whisper in his ear. "You're still a
virgin."
"Hopefully, not for
long," Matty said, expressing his surprise at having an ass that didn't
understand that it was part of the deal of getting Rusty Parker.
Rusty chuckled. "I'll
make sure of that."
***
The squeeze on the head
of his cock was fantastic. Rusty didn't remember having ever fucked anything
this tight. It was even tighter than his own hand, as sometimes, the Mighty
Thor liked it really hard and rough. But it wasn't only the crushing grip that
made his cock harder; Matty was right about saying that the cock he'd like
would have to be attached to the right person. Now, Rusty thought the same
about assholes, and this particular asshole was attached to an awesome person.
Still, it looked like it was
distressing Matty that he couldn't relax his ass
muscles properly for the Mighty Thor to perform his triumphal march through
those gates. "Hey," he said gently, "Matty, look at me." The pretty eyes were
blurry and unfocused as they settled on him. "It's going to be fine. I mean, a
lot of people in the world are having anal sex right now. If they can do it, so
can you."
Matty smiled and giggled.
"I guess. How about we try a bit more?"
"Sure." Rusty rested his
hands on Matty's hips to guide him.
His bedfellow adjusted
his position and began pushing himself down. Rusty had to close his eyes and
count slowly from ten to one. He could feel his cock pulsing inside the taut
heat. The lube helped and he could feel Matty slip down, even if at an
excruciating pace.
It seemed that things
were getting a bit easier. He searched for Matty's mouth with his lips, to give
him something to do and distract him from the discomfort he had to be feeling.
Matty attacked his mouth and gave him plenty of tongue, which Rusty accepted
greedily.
Fuck, they were fucking
doing it, and it was like nothing he had felt while fucking before. Matty was
hard and unyielding but it only made it all the more delicious because he
wanted it and his hips moved until Rusty felt the perky ass resting on his
thighs.
"Wow," he whispered.
Matty breathed out,
"Yeah, you can say that again. Is it all in?"
Rusty checked with his
fingers. "Yeah, now we should go for the next stage."
"What? Are you telling me
there's more?"
Rusty laughed and flicked
Matty's nose. "For a proper dicking, smarty-pants, my cock needs to go back and
forth in your ass at least a few times."
"All right, it doesn't
sound that challenging," Matty replied. "Just give me a moment. I had no idea I
would feel... so full."
"Yeah, you're full of
me," Rusty said and grinned.
Matty looked like he was
about to come back with some clever retort, but then he settled for another
kiss. He began to move up and down, only a very little at first, but it was
enough for Rusty to feel like his cock was in absolutely fucking heaven. If
that was what being buttfucking friends with Matty felt like, he was all for going at it again and soon.
He'd have to establish a schedule or something, and ask Matty when it was
convenient...
His mind rarely went
completely silent or blank while having sex, but Matty hiked his butt up,
almost to the point that Rusty's cock was about to break free from that sweet
torture, and then slammed himself back down.
Rusty groaned. "Oh,
fuck," he whispered.
"Too much?" Matty asked.
"I thought this was all about that."
"Not too much. Do it
again. And do it faster, if your sweet ass can handle it," Rusty said.
Matty closed his eyes and
exhaled. "I'll do my best."
He was too damn pretty
when he was all determined like that. Rusty smooched him again, and held one arm
around his waist, enjoying how Matty moved his ass.
***
At one point, it had gone
from unbearable sensations to something a lot more pleasurable. Matty could
still feel that he was fighting an uphill battle with his ass, but he was doing
a lot better. Rusty kissed his lips and face and neck and had one finger
resting along his crack as if to check that his cock was going all in.
Miracles had to be real
because there was no other way that this coupling between them was happening.
It felt good to be in charge, and Rusty had read him well, allowing him to give
himself all the dicking he wanted, because now he felt a lot more courageous
and he was going at it with all the tenacity he had inside him.
"Yes, like this, fuck me,
Matty." Rusty's lips caressed his ear.
That choice of words was
a bit strange, seeing who was doing the penetration, but he understood it well.
After all, he was the guy on top and he was controlling how much pleasure he
gave the Mighty Thor who might have been pretty used to being the one in
charge.
That realization filled
him with a new rush of pleasure. Rusty's cock filled him to the brim, and it
triggered so many sensations that were soon topped by those caused by the
friction and especially the brushing over a certain point inside his ass. He
understood it all; he had read about it. But books couldn't describe the
complexity of what he was feeling. At the same time, he felt like bursting out
of his skin and drawing himself inward to a single point, that one that caused
him so much pleasure.
At the same time, his
cock was stiff as a rock and got barely any action from rubbing against Rusty's
washboard abs. Funnily enough, he didn't mind. On the contrary, he enjoyed that
feeling of teetering right on the edge of an abyss that promised nothing but
mind-blowing pleasure. If it were up to him and his legs weren't starting to
show signs of exhaustion, he would go at it forever.
Rusty sensed that his
legs could no longer hold him and placed him gently on his back. "I'm sorry,
Matty," he mumbled, "I wanted you to do it all the way, but I just can't take
it anymore."
That made two of them, at
this point. Matty grabbed his own cock and began to rub it quickly, all the
while keeping eye contact with Rusty, who was holding his hips and pushing
himself forward, making the bed shake.
It was everything, Matty
thought, everything he had fantasized about and even more. Rusty was moving in
and out of him, with ample moves, while still keeping him close, and that
single-minded spot inside him intensified its reactions with each of them.
"Oh, fuck, Matty, can you
come for me?" Rusty pleaded with him. "Please, come for me. I want to see you
come."
Gone was the usual
playfulness from Rusty's voice. He sounded like he was standing on the same
edge as Matty, and the understanding that they were in that together, that they
were sharing this thing happening between them was enough to make him arch his
back, hold his cock tightly and make it spurt all over him.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," Rusty
chanted and increased the movement of his hips.
Matty felt it all. The
way his secret bud of pleasure was hit over and over, and how Rusty's cock felt
like steel inside him, hot steel wrapped in velvet, so hard, and yet so smooth
and scorching. Although his eyes were full of tears from his thrilling orgasm,
he could see Rusty well, the way he looked, his head tipped back, his throat
taut and exposed, his chest sweaty, the most beautiful man he had ever seen in
his life.
"Inside," Rusty murmured
incoherently, "can I?"
"Please... fill me up,"
Matty grunted, as the way Rusty's cock was brushing over the sensitive spot
inside him pushed him higher despite his not having anywhere to go after a
climax like that.
He could tell Rusty was
coming inside him by how the hard cock pulsed. He was dying to feel the hot cum
flowing out of him, a solid proof of what had just happened between him and
Rusty, because otherwise, everything felt like a dream, one come true.
***
"Wow," Rusty whispered as
he pulled out. He brushed his fingers against Matty's opening, while holding
his legs up. "I came like a fucking hose."
Matty laughed. "Let me
see, too."
Rusty released his legs
and watched as Matty felt his crack, his fingers coming up wet with fresh jizz. "Your first time getting spread, your first time getting
bred," he joked.
Matty stared at him in
amused shock and then burst into laughter. "Oh, yeah?" He challenged him with
his pretty eyes. "At least there's no chance for you to get me pregnant like
rumor has it that you did with that cat boy or girl, or whatever..." The laughter
died, and he looked away, hiding his face, seemingly embarrassed.
"It's definitely a cat
boy," Rusty said. "But you don't have to worry. If anything like that happened,
I would totally assume responsibility."
That seemed to trigger a
bout of alertness in Matty. He pushed himself up and looked him in the eye.
"For real? Have you had a lot of unprotected sex, then?"
"Not as much as I want,"
Rusty assured him. "But seeing how we're buttfucking friends now, I hope you're
going to put out frequently. On a schedule."
Matty laughed again.
"I mean it," Rusty
insisted. "I mean, come on, you have to admit it. This is fucking great. Unless
your butt hurts or something." Damn, he should have been smoother than this,
not just hurrying to be demanding like an asshole.
Matty lay on his back and
smiled contentedly. "It doesn't hurt now. But I guess I'm going to feel it
later. How about we have another round of negotiations at a later date?"
"You are so pulling my
leg right now, aren't you, Matty?" Rusty laughed, too, and smacked Matty's
thighs playfully.
"We fucked. I guess it
comes with the territory. Unless you want me to pull something else?" Matty
winked at him like an all-knowing bastard.
Well, to be totally
honest, Rusty had to admit that he and his cock alike hadn't felt so good in
ages, and regardless of how he had seemed to have forgotten all about getting
laid since the beginning of the semester, it seemed like a pretty big deal.
"You'll pull a lot of
things, don't worry about it," he assured Matty and lay by his side. Sure, they
could joke and they could laugh, but they couldn't dance around the subject.
"How was it?"
Matty turned his clear
eyes to him. "It was amazing, Rusty. And, just so you know, I do appreciate
your wanting me to be in charge and all."
Rusty loved lying like
that, so close to Matty's body heat. That was the sort of comfort he could
easily get accustomed to. Sure thing, now that Matty was getting a bit more
practiced in the art of the horizontal cha-cha, at one point, he'd start
pursuing some guy. Or maybe, guys would flock to him now that he was even
sexier, having gotten fucked and all.
Yeah, one look at Matty
and how gorgeous his face looked in the aftermath assured him that he would
have to beat guys away with a stick from now on. It was selfish of him, but he
couldn't help it. He had never had anyone like this to call his own, just like
he had never had a cat, because of his mom's allergies. While growing up, a pet
would have been nice to push away the loneliness, but the answer had always
been `no'.
"Hey," Matty called
gently, "where did you go?" At the same time, he brushed some sweaty hair out
of Rusty's eyes.
"Thinking stupid shit,"
Rusty said brightly. "That's what I do like 99.9% of the time, so it shouldn't surprise
you."
Matty caressed his face
gently. "Thank you for an awesome first time, Mr. Parker."
"Hey, I told you--" Rusty
stopped.
"Ah, sorry, right,
right," Matty hurried to say and was about to move his hand away.
Rusty caught it and put
it back on his cheek, holding it there. "Actually, if it comes from you, I
don't mind."
"Really?" Matty asked,
looking like he was genuinely trying to make sure that was the case.
Rusty nodded solemnly.
"At one point in my life, I guess people will be going to call me that, whether
I like it or not. I mean, professors also call me that, but they don't matter
because they don't know me that well."
"So," Matty asked
playfully, "am I going to be the first you're okay with calling you that?"
"Totally. You gave me
your first time in the butt, and I'm trading you this. What do you say?"
Matty laughed. It looked
like he was having a good time, and Rusty felt all warm and pleasant inside at
that sound. "All right, Mr. Parker, I'll hold you to it."
"Hey, it's actually quite
little seeing how I practically molded the inside of your ass to match my
dick," Rusty offered.
Matty looked at him with
only one eye open. Oh, no, he was planning something, Rusty could tell. And
then, suddenly, Matty lunged for him and planted his
lips on the side of his neck, making sucking sounds.
Rusty didn't push him away.
Actually, it felt quite nice. If Matty decided to turn into a vampire, Rusty
would be a willing victim, as long as he got all those super-duper orgasms
promised by getting freaky with that kind of creature of the night.
Matty pulled back and
admired his work. "Yeah, that is so going to turn into a hickey," he said with
satisfaction.
Rusty rubbed the side of
his neck. "What was that for?"
Matty shrugged. "I wanted
to put my mark on you." Then, with that all-knowing smile of his, he turned his
back.
Wrong move, Rusty thought
and grinned. He hugged Matty from behind and put his cock right between the
enticing mounds of flesh teasing him so much. "Well, I can live with it," he
said with fake resignation, "as long as you give me more of your sexy ass."
Matty put one arm over
Rusty's and linked their fingers together. "It sounds like a plan. Now or
later?"
"Totally now," Rusty
replied, feeling the mighty Thor getting longer and harder by simply rubbing
against Matty's round ass cheeks.
TBC
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