Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 9
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Nine – Doctor
Rusty, At Your Service
The way Matty had just
planted his cute face on his ass reminded Rusty of an old song, something about
dancing cheek to cheek. He couldn't exactly recall the rest of the lyrics, but
it didn't matter. Tonight, he would teach Matty all kinds of things and dancing
cheek to cheek, in a completely different interpretation, of course, might be
part of the syllabus.
But first, he needed to
shake things up. So, as soon as they were inside his room, he put Matty's bag
on a chair and then pushed down his sweatpants and gestured for Matty to follow
his example. "Undress."
The cute face was a wall
of wonder, and Matty's eyes had gone straight to the Mighty Thor. Rusty grinned
and removed his pants completely, along with his socks, his toes very adept at
doing everything concerning undressing. He knew for a fact that he could
undress someone completely using only his toes. "Well, what are you waiting
for? By the way, this is a crash course."
"Um, okay," Matty said
quickly. He wasn't as awkward as usual as he began to take off his clothes.
Rusty examined him with
interest. Yeah, totally, Matty had a nice body, harmonious and lean but with
well-defined muscles, even if they weren't big. His guest stopped once he was
completely naked save for his glasses and put his hands in front of himself.
"Hey, no cheating," Rusty
warned. "What do you have to hide?"
Matty moved his hands behind
his back, and now he had something of a submissive look about him as he bent
his head and then moved it from side to side to look to Rusty for approval.
"Let's get rid of the
glasses," he suggested and didn't let Matty do it himself, because Rusty liked
him like that, with his hands at his back and looking vulnerable. He looked
like a tasty marshmallow and Rusty wanted a bite.
They were close as Rusty
took off Matty's glasses. "You smell nice," Rusty commented and sniffed Matty
delicately along his right ear.
"I showered. A lot,"
Matty confessed.
Rusty could feel warmth
coming from Matty's face like from the inside of an
oven. Vulnerable, cute, embarrassed. Well, it wasn't every day that Rusty
stumbled upon such a gem.
He could tell his cock
was getting hard, but right now, he was supposed to be a professional, a tutor,
a teacher of sex. Making the pupil uncomfortable with sudden erections wasn't
supposed to happen. Therefore, he moved away while his mind went hard at work.
"We must test your
reflexes first," he suggested. "Touch my ass."
Matty stared at him
confused. "What kind of reflexes are we testing?"
"You know how doctors use
that little hammer to test something in your legs?" Rusty asked.
"Uh-ha," Matty said in a
strange, squeaky voice.
Rusty had his hand on
Matty's wrist. "Your heart is beating a little fast. Why?"
"You're the doctor, you
should tell me," Matty replied.
Rusty grinned. Who needed
a party when he could play doctor with Matty? So, firm in his decision that he
needed to play the doc, he placed Matty's hand on his ass and then looked down.
"Your reflexes leave something to be desired."
"What, why?" Matty asked,
visibly alarmed.
"No worries, it's nothing
serious. What should happen goes like this." To make a point, Rusty put his
hand on Matty's ass. His cock immediately sprang up. "See?" he pointed down.
Matty looked. "You're
getting hard," he whispered. "You're hard! Because of me?"
"Yeah. The question is,
why aren't you?" Rusty said. "Can I touch your cock? More tests are required."
***
Well, he had thought he
needed to fight with all his strength not to get hard so that he didn't seem
easy, but it looked like what he was doing was wrong. Feeling Rusty's firmly muscled ass in his hand had almost killed
him on the spot, and only by calling upon himself the power of all the saddest
memories in his life, which weren't that many, he had managed to keep his own
dick down and on its best behavior.
"Rusty," he said alarmed,
"can we take it slowly?"
"I thought this was
slowly," Rusty said, a bit disconcerted. He moved his hand away before touching
Matty's cock, and he looked disappointed. "All right, we'll take it slowly.
Show me how flexible you are."
"Um, okay," Matty said
slowly. "What do you need me to do?"
Rusty threw himself on
the bed, hands behind his head, and looked at Matty
with half-lidded eyes. "Show me how much you can bend. Can you touch your
toes?"
All this silliness was
welcome. Matty needed to get hold of himself and try to steer any thoughts
inside his brain away from wanting to jump Rusty and ravish his sexy body. What
exactly this ravishing would be, he didn't know, as things were hazy, but he could
picture himself licking the king of Sunny Hill all over until his tongue was sore.
"Like this?" He bent from
the waist and touched his toes effortlessly.
"No," came the frustrated
sigh. "Turn around."
Matty bit his lower lip
and turned. This was a sure way to expose his ass to Rusty, but he had said
`yes' to all that foolishness to begin with, so he couldn't complain. He turned
and did the same thing, overly conscious of how his ass must look. Did it look
okay? He hoped that it did. Was his asshole twitching or was it just his
imagination?
"Move your legs farther
apart," Rusty commanded from his seat of power. "Lean forward more."
Matty was now staring at
his so-called teacher through his legs, everything upside down. Quite fitting.
Nothing was normal about the interactions they shared.
"I think you might be an
exhibitionist," Rusty said.
"Why?" Matty continued to
look at him through his legs.
"Because your nut sack
got all wrinkly and I can see your stiffy."
"Maybe I'm a little cold,"
Matty mumbled.
"You're so
unknowledgeable, I'm cringing. You don't get hard when you're cold, Matty. Your
prick actually gets smaller. And there's nothing going on like that from what I
see. Just look at it."
Matty did. Yes, indeed,
being exposed to Rusty in that weird fashion was giving him a hard-on.
"Try touching the tip of
your cock with your tongue."
"What? No way!"
"Touch it or I will make
you," Rusty threatened.
"You're bluffing," Matty
argued. "And I can't, anyway," he added and made a show of sticking out his
tongue and trying to touch his cock. He should close his eyes to save himself
the embarrassment, but it had been his firm decision not to chicken out, no
matter what.
"Hmm, I really thought
you'd be able to self-suck," Rusty said with some regret in his voice. "It's
all right, the good doctor has a bowl full of lollipops only for you."
Matty straightened up as
he was starting to feel light-headed, and he doubted that it was because of all
the blood going to his head. When he turned, Rusty was on his feet again and
waving a lollipop in front of him.
No, it wasn't a lollipop.
It was something shaped like a penis, about two fingers thick, and complete
with a pair of round balls. "What is that?" he asked.
Rusty stared at the
lollipop in confusion. "It's a lollipop. You haven't seen one before? Come on,
lick it." He began poking at Matty with his strange weapon.
"Where did you even get
such a thing?"
"I tried getting Jonathan
to make some special candy for me, but in the end, I had to order it online."
"From some prank store?"
Matty asked, still eyeing the lollipop warily and dodging Rusty's
attempts to stuff it into his mouth by moving his head around.
"It was a real store,"
Rusty argued.
"It might have something
disgusting in it," Matty protested. "It's a prank gift, I'm sure. It probably
tastes like snot or something--"
His protests died on his
lips when Rusty simply stuffed the lollipop in his own mouth and began sucking
on it. Rusty removed it with a pop. "It's strawberry. That's the pink top. The
rest is vanilla. Try it."
Matty felt helpless as
Rusty guided the lollipop to his mouth. The thing moved between his lips, and
it was, indeed, sweet.
"Okay," Rusty breathed
out. "Show me." The last words were whispered like a plea.
Matty stuck out his
tongue and locked eyes with Rusty. He felt the lollipop being pushed into his
mouth and he wrapped his tongue around it. A soft muffled moan escaped his
lips.
***
As he had expected, Matty
looked just perfect with a dick in his mouth. He had just the right kind of
lips for it, and that look of soft abandonment in his pretty eyes would make
any gay dude lose a load in an instant. "Dude," he said, "the way you lick that
thing, you get me in the mood for dick, too."
Matty pulled back.
"Really? We can share, you know."
Rusty grinned and waved
the lollipop. "You're kinky. You make me want dick, you perv."
Matty smiled, too.
"What's wrong with dick?"
Yes, yes, the awkwardness
was slowly fading and that little demon was showing his true colors. "Nothing.
If you're into it." Rusty stuffed the candy dick in his mouth and gestured for
Matty to follow him to the bed.
They sat in a crouched
position, face to face. Rusty had a clear view of Matty's
cock that now was all hard and proud. "The way I see it, you need to become
comfortable around naked dudes."
Matty leaned back and
rested his palms on the bed. "I'm pretty comfortable around you." His erection
was resting on his lower abs, and it looked comfortable, indeed.
"Yes. That means that my
plan is working like a charm."
"What does doctor Rusty
want me to do next?"
Rusty could swear Matty
was low-key pulling his leg, now that his cock was hard and he felt much more
at ease, even while being naked and showing that nice body shamelessly. That
was a good student in his book, but Rusty was a bit dissatisfied. How much
could he push Matty? How far?
So, armed with the candy,
he touched the tip of Matty's cock. The vulnerable, yet curious look, was back
in the hazel eyes. Very cute. Rusty grinned. "Have you ever tasted it?"
"Sure," Matty replied
without asking what. He didn't play the fool, but he was fighting to sound sure
of himself. "What guy hasn't?"
"You'd be surprised,"
Rusty offered. "Are we talking quantities?"
"Quantities? What do you
mean?"
"I don't know, like a
spoonful?"
Matty was obviously
trying to understand what the catch was. "No, not really. Just a little taste
now and then. That's all."
"Okay. But you know
you'll have to swallow, right?" Rusty asked matter-of-factly.
"Swallow," Matty repeated
after him and gulped visibly.
Eh, there were still ways
to rattle that cage. But Matty was quick-witted and adaptable. Rusty liked
that.
"Which means that you
also need to find out what others' taste like," Rusty said promptly.
"Rusty, I'm not going to
taste your--" Matty stopped and pouted without saying the dirty word.
"How did you know I'd
suggest that? Anyways, you know what they say. Don't get high on your own
supply. Or you'll become a raging narcissist. Do you want to become a raging
narcissist, Matty?"
"Do you always use old
movie quotes to fit whatever you want to say?"
"Irrelevant."
Matty straightened up and
moved closer. Rusty could smell strawberry on his breath. "If I taste yours,
will you taste mine? Or don't you mind becoming a raging narcissist? Oh, wait,
you are one already."
Rusty leaned closer.
Matty didn't back away. So, he kissed him quickly just for the shock value and
got up from the bed. "Just one more thing, since we're at the doctor's office.
You're a complete virgin, and all's well, but I'm a notorious fuck boy, so here
it is."
He handed Matty the
results of his tests, which he took regularly, despite of how loose and wild
everyone thought him to be. He had thought about that in advance since it had
become clear in his mind that he didn't mind going deep and wide, and in all
directions, with Matty.
Matty looked at the
papers confused. "I don't have my glasses."
Rusty grabbed them from
the table and handed them to Matty. "Now, any other protests regarding our
little taste test?"
Matty shook his head
energetically and handed Rusty the papers back. "Wait, first we need to come,
right?"
"We could watch some gay
porn. I don't mind," Rusty offered, waiting for Matty's next move.
"I wouldn't subject you
to that," Matty said and grinned. "Plus, I thought that, as a doctor, you'd do
everything for your patient."
***
Clearly, he was out of
his mind. He was talking like he knew how to do that, and he didn't, and Rusty
wasn't stopping him. And how the hell had they jumped to cum-tasting, just like
that? It was the weirdest slumber party he had ever been to in his entire life.
Did he look okay, as he tried to pretend being seductive and all-knowing? Probably
not. He was weird and awkward. So far, Rusty had done all those things to shock
him, without a doubt, but how far were they going to go?
"Well, it is true that
I'm your educator for the night," Rusty admitted. "Does that mean that you will
suck my cock?"
Matty swallowed hard. All
right, it was the hand he had dealt himself, and there was no way out. "Yes."
That was a little squeal, not a confident agreement. Any moment now, Rusty
would see through his act and laugh at him.
"Wow," Rusty said, and he
sounded like he honestly hadn't expected that. "If you keep at it like that,
soon I won't have anything to teach you."
"What should I do?" Matty
gave up on looking at Rusty and took hold of the delicious cock in front of
him. He hadn't seen that many in real life, but Rusty's
seemed the most amazing he had ever seen. It made his mouth dry just to look at
it, the pink head, the rest of it ribbed everywhere, and especially the small
bead of precum pooling inside the slit.
Rusty was silent,
unnerving him to no end. Matty eased his hold. Was he maybe too rough? Too
demanding? He hadn't even asked Rusty if he was okay with it. After all, what
right did he have to ask a straight guy to do all these things with him? It was
Rusty's game, his crash course as he named it, and he
should be the one setting the boundaries.
Slowly, as if he was
about to defuse a bomb, he removed his hand, but Rusty caught his wrist. He
lifted his head and his eyes met Rusty's, now hooded
and full of questions. Or he was just imagining things.
"Where do you think
you're going?" Rusty's voice was a little hoarse.
"Put your hand back on my cock."
Matty obeyed without
tearing his eyes away from Rusty. "I don't think this counts as slowly
anymore."
"What are you worrying
about?" The question was direct, simple, and genuine.
"You don't do this with
guys, right? I mean, it's probably going to be hard for you to... you know."
"Hard for me to..." Rusty
waved with the lollipop he still had in his other hand.
"To keep it hard while I
blow you because I'm a dude," Matty recited quickly and took a deep breath.
"Well, that's a thought,"
Rusty commented and seemed to ponder over something.
***
Matty was completely off
the mark. That wasn't the problem; the complete opposite was the problem. It
had to be his lack of sexual activity lately, but Matty's firm grip on his cock
had made his horniness shoot up like five hundred percent. If they kept it up like
this, if Matty only moved a few times, Rusty would end up blowing a load that
would tarnish his reputation for years and years to come. Therefore, since Matty was offering him a way out...
He wasn't going to take
it. People sometimes called him stubborn, but when he got something in his mind,
he did it all the way. That was his way. And offering Matty a crash course on
boy on boy action had to include everything.
Well, maybe not in one
session. Rusty stuffed the lollipop into his cheek and stared at Matty,
considering his next move.
Much to his surprise,
Matty's lips quirked into a grin.
"What's so funny, virgin
boy?" Rusty asked him, slurring the words, as the candy was melting in his
mouth.
"You look like a hamster
preparing for winter."
"There's no such thing."
Rusty took the lollipop out and gave it to Matty, who looked at it quite
puzzled.
"What should I do with
it?"
"Because you laughed at
your teacher, I'd suggest you shove it up your butt, but sugary things never
make good lube."
Matty's grin faded. His
eyes were getting foggy. Was virgin boy getting hard over having a lollipop
stuffed up his ass? He was a lot kinkier than Rusty had pegged him for. "Just
put it on the table somewhere," he said with a small wave of the hand.
That gave him the chance
to admire Matty in motion, climbing out of the bed and displaying his cute
perky butt while walking across the room. Those baggy clothes he usually wore didn't
do him justice at all. The guy needed to show his ass more. A lot more. Rusty
licked his lips. He felt his teeth tingling and wanted to sink them into one of
those round mounds to check it for firmness and ripeness.
Matty returned and sat on
the bed again. His eyes were glued to the Mighty Thor, which meant that he was
a man with a mission. All right, Rusty knew exactly what to do.
"Grab my cock like you
did before." Rusty adjusted his position, tucking his legs under him and
bringing his cock higher. The little break had served to make it cool down a
little.
Matty dutifully obeyed.
He had nice hands, Rusty noticed, a bit bony, but manly. One look at them and
you would think that the guy knew what to do with his hands. "Let's see, what
do you know about blowjobs?"
Matty looked up at him,
with those innocent cute eyes. "They must feel good."
"Yeah, they do. Now,
you're the one about to give me head, so we need to put down some rules."
Matty nodded like a good
student, eager to learn.
Rusty continued. "I've
never been the one to give one, but I know what feels good. Put your tongue on
the head."
Matty stuck out his
tongue and planted it directly under the head. Rusty could swear his dick had
forgotten who its master was. The boy in front of him was too adorable like
that, and the Mighty Thor wanted more of him.
"Come here, let's kiss a
little," Rusty suggested. His cock needed to fucking chill.
Matty removed his tongue
reluctantly. "Why?"
"Because I need to keep
my erection and kissing helps," Rusty lied. He lied about very few things in
life, but now his reputation was at stake. Not that he wouldn't love to see
Matty's cute face all covered in his spunk, but if he did that too soon, he'd
have to hide in the mountains and live a life of solitude, without internet and
other fun things. So, all in all, it was for a good cause: keeping Rusty Parker
away from a hermit's life.
Matty's lips tasted
fucking great. Rusty rubbed his mouth against them, postponing the moment when
their tongues would meet just for a little bit. He held Matty by the back of
the head, pressing him firmly into their shared kiss. Matty didn't seem to mind
at all and held onto Rusty with one arm wrapped around his neck, his other hand
unwilling to let go of the Mighty Thor.
"All right, you can go
down on me again," Rusty suggested.
Kissing didn't exactly
help. Small breaks in-between, more likely would. Matty didn't wait for
directions this time and wrapped his sweet mouth around the head. The little
flicks of the tongue were to die for, and Rusty had to hum a mazurka to
distract himself.
"Is the way I do it
really boring ?" Matty asked.
"No, but let's kiss a
little more," Rusty said.
"It's quite melodic, the
way you hum, though," Matty said before their lips touched again.
Wasn't Matty supposed to
have his mind full of cock at the moment? What was he doing, noticing all these
little things?
Their kiss took longer,
and Matty, conscious of what he was doing or not, began to move his hand on Rusty's cock, soon turning everything into slow delicious
torture. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Rusty pulled Matty
closer, in an attempt to make him let go of the cock in his hand, but somehow
that only made matters worse because Matty fell on top of him, and their cocks
touched and rubbed against each other, while Rusty's
hand dropped directly on that nicely shaped ass.
Matty keened into the
kiss, and Rusty experienced everything like a horrified bystander as his cock
began to shoot only from that friction alone, something that he didn't recall
ever happening to him, not even as a teenager discovering his body a bit too thoroughly...
Yet, it all felt so good,
perfect even, as Matty pressed him down for lack of alternatives and the firm
flesh of his cock pulsed and struggled like a trapped animal between them, and...
was he coming, too? At least he had the excuse of being of virgin.
What was his excuse?
He groaned, closed his
eyes, and let his head drop to the bed, which made Matty's mouth slide across
his chin and then his throat, making him shiver from head to toes.
They remained like that
for some time, both trying to control their breathing, both failing.
"We are so not going to
talk about this," Rusty said.
Matty, as soft and pliant
around him as he had been, turned stiff and moved away. His chest and belly
were a mess. Rusty stared down at his body to see that he looked just the same.
He gathered some on his finger and showed it to Matty. "We made a cocktail.
Still counts, right? Wait, isn't cocktail a funny word? It's made from cock and
tail... Why are you standing there, looking so shell-shocked?"
Matty's eyes were wide
and troubled as he gawked at Rusty, who had his finger almost in his mouth. "We
were tasting cum, right?" he pointed out, unclear about why Matty seemed so out
of the loop, after being so kinky and fun only earlier.
Matty nodded. "Um, yeah."
Rusty's
eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me you've never come in your life."
"What? Of course, I have!"
Matty protested right away.
"Then what are you
waiting for? Quick, before it gets cold," Rusty said. "Have a taste, or I'll
declare this tutoring session a big fail."
Matty surprised him – for
how many times already? – and climbed on the bed; the next moment, his tongue
was on Rusty's chest, tasting the cocktail directly
from his skin.
Rusty shrugged. "Well,
that works, too. Just don't eat too much all at once. You might get ill." He
was babbling, blathering, palavering, or whatever, because Matty's tongue was
hot, wet, and naughty on his right pec, thoroughly licking their mixed jizz.
The words died on his
lips, and he lay there, completely dazed, just watching Matty's head move and
feeling that kinky tongue all over.
"Wow, greedy," he barely
managed. "How is it?"
Matty raised his head,
and his lips were glistening, appetizingly pink and good enough to eat. "It's
good," he whispered. "Do you mind if I have a little more?"
Rusty's
cock twitched at that. "Wait, you need to leave some for me." He pushed Matty
away a few inches so that he could plant his mouth directly on the guy's
cleavage and suck a few drops from there. No way would a virgin outplay him
like that.
Why was it so tasty? Was
virgin cum better as a general rule or something? Matty was moaning softly, a
bit panicky, while Rusty licked his chest.
All right, he so needed
to stop, because he had no idea where all of this was going. Matty was way too
pliant in his arms, and also too damn kinky, and Rusty felt like he was about
to step where he had never stepped before, and stuff like that needed some
serious preparation beforehand.
He let go of Matty and dropped to the bed again. "Just for the record,
Matty, that was some crazy fun. But no word to anyone, okay?"
Matty nodded. "Of course,
it stays between us. I suppose that what we did was pretty gay, and no one
should know--"
Rusty pushed himself up
on his elbows to stare at Matty. "It's not about the gay thing."
"It's not?" Matty
searched his face, probably for signs that he was lying or something. "What is
it about, then? The cum-tasting thing?"
Rusty rolled his eyes.
"You're not from this world, are you? I'm talking about shooting in under ten
seconds, dude."
No student of his would
leave the premises without understanding everything properly.
"I did it just as fast,"
Matty argued.
"Yeah, but you're the
cherry boy. It comes with the territory," Rusty pointed out. "It just doesn't
happen to me."
"I think it was a lot
longer than ten seconds," Matty continued.
"From what point onward
do we count? Since you stepped inside the room? Because, if it's that, it's a
pretty good run."
"Don't cheat so much.
Let's say... since I sat on the bed with you."
"Since I touched your
ass," Rusty haggled.
Matty groaned and plopped
himself down on the bed, at Rusty's feet. "Did you
start a timer or something?"
"Hmm, not really."
Matty sighed, but it
sounded more like relief than anything else. As he sat there, his skin a bit
damp, traces of jizz on his chest and abs, his head
tilted back, his face all a smile, and his eyes half closed, Rusty had a sudden
sensation that Matthew Han looked like he belonged there, in his room. Like
they had been friends for a century or so, and he could say the stupidest
things, and Matty wouldn't laugh at him, but with him.
Maybe Maddox was right.
He was making new friends.
"How would you rate my
tutoring skills now?" Rusty asked, again donning his teacher's coat.
Matty laughed lazily and
turned his head to look at him. "Your cum tastes
great, doctor Rusty."
"Yours is not bad either.
Or maybe, because they mixed into a cocktail, it was better?" Rusty asked,
rubbing his chin in philosophical thought.
Matty snickered and
dropped his head to one shoulder, eyeing him all knowingly.
"You're a kinky virgin,"
Rusty said and laughed, too.
"That's not fair," Matty
protested but his lips were still stretched into a grin. "I'm only taking after
my master."
Rusty wiggled his
eyebrows. "Master?"
Matty gasped and looked
away, but he was laughing his ass off, the little demon. "Slip of the tongue,
nothing else!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Should
we try some BDSM next time?"
"No way. I'm squeamish
when it comes to pain. I'm a total coward," Matty declared, without turning his
head to face his – possible – master.
"You're not a coward,"
Rusty argued. "And the first rule of doctor-slash-teacher Rusty is not to knock
it until you try it. Come on, I thought you'd run out the door at the faintest
mention of cum-tasting, and you practically licked me clean. You know what?
That makes me kind of hungry. Let's raid the kitchen."
***
Matty was sure he would
wake up from this very vivid dream at any moment now. The taste still lingering
on his tongue said it wasn't a dream, but he had no idea what was happening
just yet. Was sex with Rusty always so carefree, so natural? No wonder half the
campus wanted to end up in his bed, or have a repeat performance if that had
already happened. Zoey was right. He had the privilege of going a lot further
with his crush than he had ever dreamed of.
Remembering that he was
crushing on Rusty made his heart squeeze for a moment.
"Hey, did you hear me?"
Rusty asked and moved closer.
"I heard you. Maybe I
should go, now that we concluded our lesson," Matty struggled to get the words
out, "and you might need your sleep."
"Ah, no way," Rusty said
and began pulling at his arm to make him get up. "As your master, I command you
to make me a sandwich."
"You didn't say anything
about that," Matty replied. "I thought it was all about sex with you, not
making sandwiches."
"We're going to make sandwiches
while naked, so it counts as at least sexy," Rusty said promptly.
"We?" Matty stared at him
through his curly eyelashes.
"We what?"
"We're going to make
sandwiches? You're not going to force me to serve you?"
"It was just a slip of
the tongue," Rusty said brightly. "Come on, Matty, let's go. And don't be so
fussy. You wouldn't want to let me make sandwiches. I might cut myself. The
knife might fall and end up stuck in my foot. Then the coach would take me off
the team. After that, my wound would get infected and I would end up dying--"
Matty stopped him with a
groan. "Oh, gawd, what kind of master are you? A whiny master? I'll do it,
don't worry. But do you have everything you need in your fridge? I hope you
won't suggest going grocery shopping in the buff."
"Not yet. And anyway,
when that happens, we'll grab some windbreakers, fedora hats, and sunglasses first.
You know, to look the part."
"What about shoes? We'll
go barefooted?" Matty duly asked.
"I'm a fan of crocs.
Preferably pink."
"Hmm, it might take away
from the flasher immersion experience," Matty offered.
"Not if you're with me."
Matty had to work hard to
pretend he didn't hear those simple words. He would give all his earthly
possessions to be with Rusty, but even that wasn't enough.
"I need some tissues and
to clean myself up a little," he said.
Rusty nodded thoughtfully
and forced him up off the bed. Then he pushed him toward the door, touching his
ass like it was the most natural thing in the world. Matty was starting to worry
that kitchen accidents might involve certain hardened members and lack of blood
in the head.
Rusty wrapped an arm
around his shoulders as they walked out of the room. And, quickly, like before,
he kissed Matty's temple.
"Why do you keep kissing
me like that?" Matty allowed the question to flow out of his mouth without
thinking.
"Because you're pretty,"
Rusty said with a shrug. "And you're just the kissing type."
That made sense.
Everything with Rusty made sense, from cum-tasting to making sandwiches wearing
absolutely nothing.
TBC
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