Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 5
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chasing Rusty Parker is the sequel to my story Good Guys Don't Date Bad
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Chapter Five – Where Did
Rusty Parker Sleep Last Night?
Last
night was dark and full of secrets, boys and girls. Our king, Rusty Parker,
after seducing and abandoning a fair number of equally fair maidens, abandoned
the hippest party on campus and disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him.
We're pretty sure it wasn't the earth doing the swallowing to our king last
night, but that still begs the question...
Rusty
Parker, where did you sleep last night?
"I'm not in the habit of
reading Xpress, but now I'm curious since a bunch of random people keep
pestering me." Dex put his phone on the table and
linked his hands on top of his head. "Who did you do it with last night,
Rusty?"
Such questions came with
the territory when you were a celebrity. Rusty sighed and continued to create a
house from his French fries. Satisfied with the result, he reached for the
ketchup bottle. If he painted the walls red, it would be a horror movie.
However, his hand met
nothing but air. Kane had grabbed it and was now staring at him with interest.
Rusty just opened and
closed his fingers a few times. "Give."
"We're curious, Rusty."
"You should teach your
mates not to give me weird booze," Rusty told Kane.
Kane shrugged. "You can
say `no' on occasion, Rusty. Now, spit it out. What new girl grabbed you and
dragged you to her lair? If this information doesn't surface in the next
twenty-four hours, we'll have to turn off our phones."
Rusty leaned back in his
chair and looked at Dex, and then at Kane. These guys
were serious. And Kane was going to eat all the ketchup given the way he was
squeezing the bottle over his fries.
"I chased a cat boy."
Dex
and Kane stared at him with interest. "A cat boy?" Dex
asked. "You're sure it wasn't your imagination you were chasing? There are no cat
boys around here, and I don't think there's any cosplay convention taking place
anywhere near."
"It was a cat boy," Rusty
insisted.
"All right." Kane always
played the diplomat. "Let's say that there was a cat boy. Did you catch him?"
"No. He jumped into a
tree. I couldn't follow."
Kane and Dex traded one of their famous shared glances.
"No," Rusty said
pointedly, "it wasn't just a cat. It was a sexy dude, dressed in a black latex
suit, with tail and ears and all."
"Are you sure it wasn't a
flying squirrel?" Kane insisted, like the annoying prick he was. "Mistakes are easy
to make, especially at night."
"Did you chase this cat
boy all night? And where?"
Rusty paused. Usually, he
would just say everything. But he didn't want these assholes of friends of his
to think that he suddenly had a thing for his tutor. Not everyone turned gay at
the sight of a sexy tail, the way it had happened to Maddox, as soon as he had
laid his eyes on Jonathan. That wasn't like him. Plus, it wouldn't have been that
much of an issue, but Matty was straight and wanted to hook up or get a
girlfriend or something. Spreading rumors that he was getting into the gay with
the king could hurt his chances of scoring.
Determined that it was all
for a good cause, he kept his mouth shut.
And Kane and Dex exchanged another look.
"He was real," he said
and stuffed his mouth with the east wall of the French fry house. He didn't
need any ketchup. "And yeah, I chased him all night. It was exhausting. But
fun."
"He is keeping things
from us," Kane said slowly.
Dex
tooted his agreement.
"I'm not," Rusty said
aggressively. Well, he sounded like he was keeping things from them. Damn,
there was no way to fool these wannabe parents. "You know what? I am. But it's
my right."
"Were you at least here
on campus?"
"Yes. I didn't leave."
"Are you for real about
the cat boy?" Kane asked.
"Yes."
"He's telling the truth,"
Dex concluded. "Did you do it with him?"
Rusty groaned. "No. For
your information, I'm not-fucked. So, unless one of you is offering me a hand,
lay off."
"Wow, he's serious," Dex said with satisfaction. "Rusty didn't get his dick wet
last night."
"Yeah, yeah, call
Xpress," Rusty said and scoffed. He grabbed the glass of water from the table
and marched toward the stairs. He didn't want to offer any other explanation.
"What are you doing with
that?" Kane asked, always aware of everything everyone did and wanting to know
why.
Rusty raised the glass
while walking up the stairs. "I need it to get my dick wet."
***
"So." Zoey grinned and
bumped into his shoulder.
Matty pretended to be
absorbed by something on his phone.
"So," Zoey insisted.
Matty growled under his
breath. "In the animal kingdom, this should be a signal to butt off, Zoey."
"Thanks for the
translation. Now, tell me everything."
"Everything in the
history of humankind?"
"I'll settle for what
happened last night between you and Rusty."
"Nothing happened. I
mean, why would you even assume that something happened? I wasn't at the
party--" Matty began to babble.
"I was the one who told him
where to look for you, so save it," Zoey interrupted him promptly.
"Traitor," Matty
muttered.
"I'll settle for fairy
godmother, Cinderel."
"Why did you tell him
where my room is?" Matty groaned and finally abandoned his phone. "And why are
you always in my room? No wonder you aren't getting laid. You only hang out
with the one dude who's not interested."
Zoey's eyes sparkled. "Do
you mean everyone else is interested? Aww, that's such a nice thing for you to
say. Forget about why I'm not getting laid. Let's talk about how you're working
on that."
"On you not getting
laid?" Matty said airily.
Zoey slapped his
shoulder. "Spit it. Now. Last night, unbeknownst to the vast Sunny Hill student
body, Rusty Parker abandoned a party in search of his tutor. No one but me
knows this. Not even Xpress."
"I know. Rusty knows.
Stop pretending to be special," Matty teased his best friend.
Zoey grinned. "Which
means that he found you. What did you two do all night?" She gasped and covered
her mouth with both hands. "Don't tell me that you did it!"
"Seriously?" Matty gave
her a disappointed look. "Is that how well you know me?"
"Well, according to how
well I know you, this would be a very boring story. Such as you sent Rusty on
his way instead of dragging him into your lair and doing unspeakable things to
him."
"Yeah, like tucking him
in bed and reading him a bedtime story," Matty said matter-of-factly.
Zoey searched his face
for signs that he was pulling her leg, and then searched again. Then, she
punched him in the shoulder hard enough to hurt. "Get out of here! Is that what
happened? For real?"
"I kid you not." Matty
sighed and looked out the window, recalling the events of the night before in
all too vivid colors. "He came in here, asked me why I was sweaty, supposed I
was jerking off, then supposed I was jerking off to A Kingdom To Plunder, then
decided to take a nap, and then made me read to him until we both fell asleep."
At the end of that tirade, Matty took a deep breath. "And that's the whole
boring truth. I woke up alone, before you get any other strange ideas in your
head."
Zoey was conspicuously
silent. Matty had to look at her eventually and witness her slack jaw and wide
eyes. "How long are you going to keep that face?" he asked.
Zoey's face metamorphosed
into a large grin. "My romantically inadequate friend, it's a lot better than I
expected. But why were you sweaty? Were you jerking off to A Kingdom To Plunder?"
"Not you too, Zoey. No, I
was sweaty because earlier Rusty chased me down--" He clamped his mouth shut.
"He chased you down?!"
He covered his ears.
"Louder, Zoey. They didn't hear you on the top floor."
"Why did he chase you?
What happened? O. M. G., this is so good, and why, oh why, don't I have any
popcorn with me?"
Well, it was all right to
admit to everything, no matter how weird or humiliating, in front of friends.
"I tried on the cat suit, and Rusty almost caught me. I was outside, running on
the walls." He gestured with his hand as if it was the most common occurrence
for him to put on costumes, go outside, and do parkour on the campus walls.
"You didn't tell me the
suit came. Where is it?" Zoey didn't wait for an answer and began to search the
room.
Matty didn't stop her,
but didn't help her, either. She eventually came back with the bundled suit and
even found the cat ear band under the bed. She held them and stared at him in
shocked pleasure. "Put them on. I have to see you."
"This suit almost got me
into trouble," Matty argued. "It's a stupid idea. No, it's insane."
"Why?" Zoey asked with a
stricken face. "Oh, don't tell me he's into some other cosplay. This kind of
thing is expensive."
"No," Matty said quietly.
"That might just be one thing Xpress got right. He wanted to touch my tail. So
I ran."
"Yeah, the most logical
thing to do," Zoey said with irony. "But, wait," she added, "that's not a bad
thing. Yeap, you did the right thing, Matty. Rusty
gets bored easily. You need to keep his interest high. So, not giving in too
easily is the way." She nodded, satisfied with her conclusion. "Wait, he doesn't
know you're the cat boy, right?"
"No. It was a really
close call. Why do you think the cat ears were under the bed?"
Zoey pursed her lips and
munched them for a while. "This is amazing, totally awesome. Long foreplays are
the best, especially with a guy who gets handed every piece of tail in the land
on a silver platter, the moment he snaps his fingers."
"Are you telling me to
play hard to get?" Matty asked.
Zoey plopped herself down
on the bed, the latex costume still in her arms. "Yeah, totally. You need to
lure him, seduce him, make him yours, until he cannot live without you!"
"Let's not get ahead of
ourselves. So, Rusty's interest in cat boys is real.
That's a fact," he admitted. "But what if there are other cat boys that decide
to, you know, not play hard to get?"
"Yeah, the world is full
of cat boys, especially here at Sunny Hill. I tripped over one in the library,
and I had fur in my coffee at the coffee shop on the corner," Zoey commented
while pretending to sip from an invisible cup with one hand. "Well, I'm not
going to go against your wishes. You might as well put on the cat suit, happen
into Rusty's path once more, and let him touch you
everywhere."
"I wouldn't do that,"
Matty protested. "The embarrassment would kill me on the spot."
"So hard to get it is,"
Zoey said with satisfaction. "Rusty's going to go
nuts. That's how you catch a guy like him. During your tutoring sessions, you
can still treat him like he's only your tutored pupil, although, now that I
think about it, you two crossed a line by sleeping together." She scrunched up
her face in thought.
"Trust me, that wasn't
crossing the line since nothing happened last night." Matty sighed. "I didn't
tell you what happened on Friday."
"What happened on
Friday?" Zoey's eyes grew wide again. "You know what? I'll turn around and you
can change into your cat boy suit while you tell me all about it."
This was the price of
having a confidante, right? "Well, there is no easy way to say this. I kissed
him. Hey, don't turn now!"
Zoey fidgeted in her
place, but obeyed. "What the hell, Matty? And you didn't say a thing? Tell me
everything that happened, and not in the history of humankind."
"He challenged me because
he gets bored so easily, just as you noticed. When he provoked me by saying
that I don't know how to kiss, well, I showed him."
Zoey bounced up and down,
giggling. "O. M. G., this is so good. How did he react?"
"I didn't have time to
process everything. Jonathan came into the room. He saw everything."
"Ah, damn, I wouldn't
have pegged Jonathan Hamilton for a cockblocker."
"He apologized. He just
wanted to treat us to some juice and didn't expect to find me half naked,
stuffing my tongue down Rusty's throat," Matty explained.
"You were half naked?"
This time, Zoey truly turned.
Good thing he was already
zipping up. The cat suit was so glued to his body that it didn't allow for
anything but the skimpiest underwear to be worn underneath. Since he didn't
have such a thing, he was all naked underneath. "It was a very strange and
complicated situation. You know, he didn't bring up the kiss last night. That
means that he wants both of us to forget that it happened. And it was just a
dare, anyway," Matty continued and looked down.
"Matty, you look damn
fine in this suit," Zoey commented. "Give me a full three-sixty. Put on the cat
ears, and stop assuming things. Where's the wig?"
"That's the one thing I
didn't unpack," Matty said.
"It doesn't matter. I
like what I see. Now crouch."
Matty shrugged and
obeyed.
"Good, good," Zoey continued
her appraisal. "Now, lift one paw like you want to scratch. Give me a meow."
"Oh, fuck off, Zoey."
Matty got to his feet.
The reprimand flew over
Zoey's head like an invisible annoying bug. His friend was all a grin, ear to
ear, and she seemed very pleased with how he looked. That made him feel good,
to have someone else's opinion on the matter. Still, he shouldn't get ahead of
himself. Catching Rusty Parker, as Zoey put it, was no easy feat. And maybe,
the fact that somewhere inside, he maybe was a scaredy cat, helped. So far, it had
worked to get him to take certain steps with Rusty...
Argh, what was he
thinking? Rusty hadn't mentioned the kiss, and why would he? He got kisses from
so many people, well, mostly girls, presumably, and again, Matty's kiss must
have been annoying, or worse, nothing special. Something forgettable.
"Hey, Matty, hey," Zoey
called for him.
"You don't have to yell,"
he scolded her.
"I do. You were so lost
in your own head that you didn't hear me. What were you thinking about?"
He could call the whole
thing off. He could pack the costume, put it at the bottom of the closet, and
pretend that nothing ever happened. And then, continue his tutoring with Rusty
for a bit, so that he wouldn't seem suspicious and then tell the guy that he needed
to focus on his own studies and couldn't afford the wasted time.
"Zoey," he said slowly,
"am I nuts for wanting Rusty Parker, of all people?"
Zoey shook her head and
offered one of her motherly looks. "No. We want who we want, I guess. And you,
my friend," she said, perking up, "have the golden opportunity to see how far
you can get with your crush. Not many people have this kind of luck, you know?
Also, you make your own luck. Look at you, wearing a cat boy suit, and kissing
Rusty. Told you, I'm awfully proud of you," she added in a fake strange accent.
Matty sat on the bed and
took Zoey by the shoulders. "I'm not the sentimental kind, but damn, sometimes
you make me want to kiss you, Zoey."
"Eww."
She pushed him away playfully. "Go kiss Rusty. I bet he wants an encore."
"He didn't mention it,
you know? What does that mean? Oh, fuck, I sound like one of those ditzy
heroines in all the romance novels, right?"
"You sound like you,"
Zoey said and patted his shoulder. "I'm not just saying that, although I'm
mooching off your notes on a regular basis, and you know that I get perks for
hanging out with you."
"Yeah, you're a total
user," Matty said with a snort. "But enough about my silly cat boy adventures.
How was the party?"
"Eh, you know," Zoey said
and shrugged.
"No, I don't. That's why
I'm asking," Matty insisted. Whenever he got close to the topic of who Zoey was
crushing on at the moment, he either got evasive replies or something
outrageous. Now, Zoey was evasive. That was code for `serious'.
"I drank some weird
stuff. I fell asleep on a sofa. I didn't molest anyone."
"Kudos for your
restraint," Matty said, knowing it wouldn't do any good to apply too much
pressure. He would just poke her gently now and then, until she spilled the
beans. Despite her apparently reckless exterior, underneath it all, Zoey was
one of the most complex human beings he had had the chance to know.
"Eh, I try," she said
brightly. "Let's go for a cup of coffee. Wait, don't you want to change first?"
Matty
looked down at his body and shook his head. He was getting a bit too
comfortable playing the cat boy.
***
How many weeks since he
had gotten laid last? He didn't even know. That was a premiere for Rusty's sex life since its inception. Well, maybe not quite
that long, but ever since he had established himself as the king of Sunny Hill,
he had had more than his fair share of sexual endeavors and this dry season
wasn't like him, especially since it wasn't exactly self-imposed.
Rusty found himself bored
out of his eyeballs. The occasional perky tushy wiggling about no longer had
the same appeal. Girls resting their boobs against his arm while trying to get
his attention had no success in dragging him out of his funk.
"Cat boys are ruining
me," he declared, although he was alone in his room, doing a kind of thing he supposed
to be meditating, if meditating about his lack of sex counted.
Well, he always had his
hand. But he had seen most of the cat boy porn the world had to offer, and he
was all in for something new. Hmm, he needed to find that cat boy, because that
was where the problems started. Now that he knew such a fine specimen was
somewhere in the vicinity, he didn't want to use only his hand and the porn
videos available.
Plus, the cat boy he had
chased down the wall on Saturday night was superior to all the porn stuff in
existence. First of all, he hadn't been sexed up. Not that Rusty didn't
appreciate collared cat boys who stuffed their asses with more than just butt
plugs and dildos, but that wasn't what he had in mind.
No, his desire to pet a
cat boy was a lot more intellectual than that. Speaking of intellect, he could
use all this boring time to get on someone's nerves. He grabbed his phone.
Free?
He waited. And waited.
Geez, he had read the message, why the hell wasn't he replying?
Free
for what?
Rusty grinned. He could
see those pouty lips in his head if he closed his eyes for like a second.
Dunno. Tutoring?
It's
not Friday yet.
So?
I have a need for knowledge.
Take
your need somewhere else.
Come
tutor me or I'll tell everyone the kind of weird stuff you're jerking off to.
Are
you daring to challenge me? I'm sure you have a lot more skeletons in your
closet than me.
What
do you have in your closet?
Normal
clothes. Nothing else. Bye, Rusty.
Wait.
Do you want to hang out?
Another pause followed.
It could be that Matty was ignoring him now, buried deep in his textbooks.
Hang
out where?
My
room.
That
doesn't sound too exciting.
Trust
me, you don't know what you're talking about.
He was very much in the
mood to ruffle Matty some more. After falling asleep in his room, Rusty had
meditated about Matty a lot, too. Like about that kiss, as well, although it
wasn't like him to obsess over the little things. But he could ask Matty why he
kept all that kissing to himself when he could make girls happy all over
campus. Sure enough, those girls who wanted a tonsil examination with a tongue,
but still.
Just
joking, he typed. I just
need your tutoring skills, nothing else.
Rusty closed one eye and
used the other one to zero in on the tent he was pitching. He should just rub
one out and leave Matty alone. Poor guy only wanted to study.
He took his cock out. He
didn't even need any porn. He'd just imagine catching the cat boy, caressing
his back, playing with his tail and making him twerk for him. It should be
enough to jizz after so much no-action time.
I'm
coming.
Rusty checked the phone
and grinned. He pushed his cock back in his pants. That would have to wait
until after chasing off his boredom by playing a bit of cat and mouse with
Matthew Han.
***
"Why are you moping
around the house like you've just been left at the altar?" Maddox asked,
lifting his eyes from his text book only so that he could check on him. Kane
and Dex were at the library, and Jonathan wasn't
around, either.
Rusty would have
preferred to have the house to himself while having Matty
over, but Maddox had taken over the living room and was deep in his studying.
"Who's moping?" he asked.
"I'm as bright as ever."
Maddox gave him a short
once-over. "Rumor has it that you're mourning some lost love."
Rusty snorted. "Is that
what Xpress is saying about me lately? Geesh, slow news day, I guess."
Maddox grinned and leaned
back into the sofa. "Come on. You can tell me if you have trouble in love."
"Because you're the
expert, right? By the way, the only problem I have right now is that I'm not in
the mood to get laid."
Maddox snickered. "Don't
tell me you finally overused your dick. Maybe it's time for a break, Rusty."
"Yeah, yeah, I thought
so, too," Rusty replied, ignoring the jab. "That's why, today, I'm studying."
That wiped that annoying
grin off Maddie's face. "Studying?" The grin was replaced by an incredulous
stare. "You? Is it the end of the world? Do we need to find shelter?"
Rusty smiled, sure of
himself. There was already someone knocking on the door. "Laugh all you want.
My tutor is here." With that, he walked away, making sure to do it as pompously
as possible.
He opened the door and he
felt his entire face lifting up at the sight. Matty wasn't
wearing his ugly stripes. He had on a tight fitting black t-shirt that showed
off his pretty nice shape.
***
At Zoey's insistence,
Matty had gone for a t-shirt he had always considered much too tight to be
comfortable and skinny jeans. After Rusty's
insistence he come over, he had called her to ask for her opinion, and the
consensus had been that he could play hard to get while showing off how sexy he
was. Those were Zoey's words. He himself believed he was more awkward than
usual, because it wasn't night, and he couldn't pretend to be a cat boy roaming
the premises like a stray feline.
"Come in, come in," Rusty
urged him while grinning broadly.
Matty bit his bottom lip
unconsciously while taking in his host. Rusty wore loose sweatpants that were
hanging low on his hips, and because the tank top he wore wasn't that long,
Matty could make out the shape of a sexy hip cleavage on the side facing him,
and a hint of a happy trail that led to that danger zone he needed to stay away
from.
"Hi, Matthew." Maddox's
voice pulled him out of his dirty thoughts.
He shook his head. "Hi,
Maddox. I'm here to teach Rusty." He said the words quickly before Maddox had a
mind to wonder or even ask him what the hell he was doing there long before
Friday.
"That's good to hear,"
Maddox said. "Finally, someone who manages to put Rusty in his place and make
him study. You're the man." He pointed at him and winked good-naturedly.
Matty just nodded, not
knowing what to say. Before the silence became awkward, Maddox's phone rang.
"Yeah, babe. I'm on my
way. Can barely wait. Love you."
Maddox quickly gathered
up his textbooks and got to his feet. He pushed the phone back into his pocket
and offered Matty and Rusty a huge smile. Matty knew what that was. Maddox was
head over heels in love with Jonathan, therefore he didn't mind offering those
generous smiles to everyone around. "Well, play nice, kids," Maddox said and
headed over to the door, quick on his feet. "Rusty, be good. Matthew, I'm
counting on you to deal with this mule." He patted Matty on the shoulder on his
way out.
"Yeah, you can count on
me," Matty stuttered, but Maddox was already out the door and probably couldn't
hear him anymore.
"Matty," Rusty drawled, "why
were you staring at Maddox like a puppy?"
"What?" Matty immediately
put on his tough guy mask. "I wasn't."
"Are you afraid of being
all alone with me in this big house?" Rusty gestured around like he was a lord ushering
a guest into his vast estate.
Oh, shoot. For a moment
there, he thought that Rusty had assumed he had a crush on Maddox or something
like that. He pulled at the hem of his t-shirt and puffed out his chest. "As
if."
Rusty surprised him by
giving him a smirk. "Love the t-shirt. Cool nips, too." He gave him an
enthusiastic thumbs-up.
Matty stared down at
himself. Damn Zoey and her ideas. The t-shirt was so thin and tight that he
looked as good as naked. He should have worn his usual clothes.
"Let's go," Rusty ordered
and gestured for him to walk up the stairs.
"After you," Matty said,
trying to sound as unaffected as possible. Now, he would have to sit through an
entire tutoring session while being overly conscious that his nipples were
showing through his t-shirt. He could feel them getting hard, too, which could
either be a consequence of ogling Rusty's hip
cleavage a bit too much, or of how the fabric rubbed against them.
For the next hour or so,
he would be in hell.
***
Rusty observed Matty
slowly and carefully. "No, please, I insist," he said. "You first."
"Aren't you the host?"
"You know the way
upstairs, don't you? You've been here before. Come on, we don't have all day."
Matty groaned and started
up the stairs. Rusty didn't care about etiquette and whatnot. He was just
curious about seeing Matty's tight pants and how they
stretched over his behind that was usually covered by baggy pants that didn't
show anything. The guy needed to understand the importance of a sexy ass on a
guy. It was a signal to girls that he had enough power in his gluteus maximum
to sustain a deep hard satisfying fuck.
Rusty smiled
appreciatively as Matty walked in front of him. Not only had he put on a tight
t-shirt today, but he also wore skinny jeans that offered an excellent view of
a tight butt. He had no idea if Matty included any particular butt exercises in
his workout routine, but those were some fine man buttocks. Rusty wasn't petty.
He could appreciate the competition when it was staring him in the face like
that.
Wait, why was Matty
dressed like that? Could it be that he was getting ready for a date, finally
getting the idea that he needed to show off the goods if he wanted chicks to
dig him? But why had he accepted the invitation to come over, then?
Hmm, Rusty pondered. Was
Matty eager for approval from the king?
***
"Come on, pay attention
already," Matty said in frustration. He was one step away from smacking Rusty
over the head with the textbook. "You are just wasting both our times here."
"I'm bored," Rusty
complained and slammed his head against the table with a groan. He turned his
head and stared at Matty with an innocent look in his eyes. "Don't you ever get
bored?"
"I do. And I live with
it, because I'm a grownup, not a kid," Matty pointed out.
"Being a grownup sucks,"
Rusty concluded and closed his eyes.
"Well, tough luck. It's
not a choice."
"You're no fun," Rusty
murmured and continued to keep his eyes closed.
Matty linked his hands
together. Was this Rusty's very convoluted way of
firing him as his tutor? It was well-known that no one could hold the guy's
attention for more than a very limited time, so it wouldn't be that much of a
shock, right?
"You're making my job
hard here," Matty said, deciding to be the grownup,
after all.
Rusty peeked at him,
opening one eye. "How hard?"
Matty sighed. He took off
his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you don't want us to do
this anymore, just say so."
"And miss the chance of
teaching you how to have fun?" Rusty asked, coming completely out of left
field. "Look, I see you're making progress." Suddenly, the bored kid was no
more. Rusty straightened up and stared at him. "Wow, you're not bad at all
without your glasses."
Matty could swear his
cheeks were turning pink. He reached for the glasses, but Rusty had already
grabbed them. "Rusty, come on. I don't see very well without them."
"But you're not blind,
right?"
"No," Matty admitted.
Even without glasses, he could see how sexy Rusty was, his broad shoulders
showing from the tank top, his generous mouth stretched into a knowing grin,
and his mischievous green eyes announcing that their owner was up to no good.
"Then, for what remains
of this tutoring session, they will sit over here." Rusty placed the glasses on
top of the closet and came back to the table. "Now, tell me," he said, suddenly
assuming the role of professor, "what made you dress up like this today?"
Matty stared at Rusty.
Was he really asking that? Oh, fuck, what was he supposed to say?
"You thought of my
advice, right?" Rusty continued.
"Your advice?" Matty
asked slowly, while using the reprieve to gather his wits about him.
"To show off the goods,
man!" Rusty exclaimed. "Come to the mirror. I'll tell you what you did good and
what wrong."
"Are you a fashion expert
now?" Matty glared and crossed his arms.
"When it comes to
impressing chicks, I am. You're almost there."
It wasn't very surprising
that Rusty had a full-size mirror in a corner of his room. The dumbbell rack on
the side told him that the guy was checking his proper form while training his
muscles. And Matty wanted to be a fly on the wall so that he could watch Rusty
doing that. A very excited fly, for sure.
He moved reluctantly.
Rusty would pester him, anyway, and he wanted to be pestered.
Rusty pushed him in front
of the mirror and came to stand behind him. Matty had to bite his lips. He
didn't look that bad next to Rusty. Or maybe that was just his wishful
imagination. Rusty was clearly taller and he only had to move his chin up a bit
to rest it on top of Matty's head. His superior muscular shape framed Matty's
smaller one so well that they looked like they were parts made to fit each
other.
"The first problem, as I
see it," Rusty began, "is your attitude. Stop hunching." He put his hands on
Matty's shoulders and rubbed them a little. "Come on, relax a bit."
It was hard not to. It
was also hard not to do other things, and Matty closed his eyes for a moment.
"Good. Now, you have nice
arms. You should show them." Rusty began rolling the small sleeves up and
turned Matty left and right so that he could see the effect. "You know, it's
not the size of your guns, but what you can do with them."
"What exactly am I
supposed to do with them?" Matty asked.
"Quiet in class," Rusty
ordered. "Now, it's good that you went for tighter pants, but in all honesty,
my dude, they show your ass off a bit too much."
"Is that a problem?"
Matty quipped. "Aren't you the one always saying I should show off the goods?"
"Yeah. But, you know,
it's like you don't want to draw certain people's attention with this." Rusty
turned him around unapologetically and smacked his ass briefly.
Matty remained turned and
stared at him. "What people?" he asked, holding his breath.
Rusty looked down at him.
"Dudes. Dudes who are into other dudes. You show off ass. Instead of lady
boners, you'll make dicks hard."
"Oh," Matty managed and
gulped. He was so close to Rusty he couldn't not smell him. And he was directly
facing his Adam's apple, which he suddenly was very much in the mood to lick.
"Whose dick?" he asked in a small voice without taking his eyes off Rusty's throat. It was safer to keep his eyes there. Sort
of.
"Does it matter?" Rusty
asked and snorted. "Wait... wait, wait, wait... dude!"
"Yeah?" Matty asked, his
voice barely a whisper.
"No girlfriend... best
friend is a girl... oh, fuck, how didn't I see it? Are you into dudes?"
TBC
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