Chasing Rusty Parer

Chapter Six -- Straight Vs. Stray (Cat)

Was that what people meant when they said something about watching an accident in slow motion without being able to look away? Matty's problem wasn't that, though. No, his problem was that he was the accident in progress. He was gaping like a fish; he was sweating and blushing while keeping his eyes furiously glued to Rusty's Adam's apple.

Rusty surprised him by putting both hands on his shoulders and making a move as if he was trying to push Matty down. What was that about? Oh, gawd, was this the moment when Rusty would ask him to suck his cock in exchange for silence, like in one of his strange fantasies?

He staggered and kept upright, although his knees were getting weaker. Rusty patted him forcefully on the shoulders and his arms dropped.

Then, he suddenly leaned forward, forcing Matty to take a step back, almost running into the mirror. Rusty was grinning and staring at him. "Got you, right?"

Oh, oh, this wasn't the moment for him to lose his head. So, he crossed his arms, set his chin high and stared Rusty in the face, still not aiming for the eyes and just looking a little lower, at those beautiful lips stretched in a huge grin. "So?"

"Oh, you're a dude with attitude," Rusty commented. "You're not denying it."

"I have no reason to. You just went ahead and assumed whatever," Matty said, while willing his heart to slow down. Looking at Rusty's mouth didn't help his nerves much. "You didn't ask."

"I stand corrected." To show that he meant it, Rusty straightened up and moved away.

Now, Matty could breathe. And it was probably where everything he had hoped to achieve with Rusty ended because this was a game changer. However, he didn't intend to hide his orientation, and if Rusty losing complete interest of any kind in him was a consequence, so be it.

It was also an easy way out, he admitted to himself. Just standing close to Rusty was enough to make him dizzy. Any more of that sweet torture, and he wouldn't be held accountable for what his hands wanted to do.

Rusty began to pace the room slowly. Matty just followed him with his eyes. He should say something, end the awkwardness, and find his way out.

Then Rusty stopped abruptly. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," Matty replied and rubbed his elbows in a defensive gesture. Any moment now, Rusty would know that he was crushing on him and it was the only reason why he had gotten into this tutoring thing and --

"How good are you at hooking up?" Rusty asked his next question.

Matty stared. There was no sign on Rusty's face that he was making fun of him. "Um, I don't know," he started. What was the correct answer?

"You're not hooking up either," Rusty concluded. He clapped his hands suddenly. "That's great!"

"It is?" Matty asked carefully.

Rusty pushed an invisible pair of glasses up on his nose. "Yes. Because I can still teach you everything." He opened his arms wide, as if he was inviting Matty to embrace him.

Matty didn't move from his place. "I have no idea what you mean by that," he said cautiously.

Rusty threw him an understanding, yet patronizing look. "Nothing's changed, Matty boy. I am still on a mission to help you loosen up. No, before you're getting your panties in a twist, not that kind of loosening up. Although, for the record, I wouldn't mind. Would you want me to open you up?"

Matty gulped and gaped and couldn't close his mouth.

"I understand, I understand." Rusty waved and smirked. "My forward personality is too much for you. That's why I promise to be gentle."

"Rusty, I --" Matty started. Whatever was happening, it was the slow motion thing again. And this time, Rusty was a willing participant in the accident.

"On a scale from one to ten, how inexperienced are you?" Rusty continued.

"That's... none of your business!" Matty exclaimed.

"Hmm." Rusty pursed his lips and crossed his arms. "You're a kinky kisser, for sure, so there's no way you're a virgin, and yet." He rubbed his chin and turned, for no apparent reason. Then, he marched toward the closet, rummaged through it and came out with a fluffy toy that looked anthropomorphic enough to be considered a furry. He waved it in front of Matty.

"Why do you have such a thing?" Matty asked and pointed at the fluffy object.

"A chick gave it to me. It was a gift. I never throw gifts away." The closet doors opened with a low-key wail, and Matty watched as a multitude of things poured from inside. A lot of it was sexy female lingerie, and he noticed a whip, a paddle, and many other fluffy toys among other things.

Rusty looked over his shoulder and then shrugged. "I should do some spring cleaning."

"It's the end of September," Matty pointed out.

"Yeah," Rusty admitted but added nothing else. "Now," he said as he waved the toy, "show me how far you went with guys. Did you touch here?" He pointed at the toy's chest.

Matty looked closely. Did the toy have nipples? What kind of a toy was it? "I'm not answering your stupid questions," he decided.

That seemed to leave Rusty a bit discomfited. "Are you a virgin?"

Matty clamped his mouth shut and threw Rusty as angry a look as he could muster.

"How come you kiss like that?" Rusty continued.

"Like what?" Matty mumbled. His cheeks had to be crimson red by now.

"You know, like you want to force a poor guy into deepthroating without announcing yourself first. By the way, not cool."

"Sorry," Matty said and winced. He had gone overboard with that kiss. He shouldn't have been so thirsty to begin with.

"Ah, I didn't mind," Rusty assured him. "But it looks like I have to teach you the proper etiquette."

Matty just nodded, feeling dazed. Rusty hadn't minded being kissed by him. "How?" he whispered.

Rusty smiled. No, he smirked. That wasn't a good sign, was it?

***

He hadn't felt such a thrill in a long time. And he was suddenly happy. Finally, his boredom was at an end, and teaching Matty everything he needed to know about how to get out of his shell and turn into a gay butterfly was the solution to everything.

Plus, it was so satisfying to see the ice-cool ass going through so many different shades of red that Rusty couldn't keep count.

"Well," he said and walked over to Matty after throwing the useless toy over his shoulder. "Look, this is what we're going to do about it." In one smooth motion, he took off his tank top. Matty was staring at him, biting his bottom lip. That was a good sign. It also made Rusty want to bite on the same lip, too. It was so plump and sexy. Gay dudes would love it.

But first, Matty needed to stop being such a nerd.

"Feel free to use me." Rusty put his hands over his head and flexed his muscles in what he knew was a totally sexy move.

"W-what?" Matty stuttered.

Rusty smirked. He so totally had the guy where he wanted him. Oh, how the tables turned when the sexy nerd didn't have a textbook in his hand and a sharp unforgiving glint in his eyes. "Yeah, you heard me. Explore my body."

"Rusty." Matty rubbed his forehead and took his eyes off him. Hmm, not a good sign. "Why would I do that?"

"Because," Rusty enunciated carefully, academic-style, "you must be curious about the male body."

"I'm a guy," Matty threw at him. "I know the male body well enough."

"Yours," Rusty pointed out swiftly. "For the record, if you're gay, you need to be curious about other dudes' bods. Not just the peckers." He made a vague gesture around his crotch.

"For real?" Matty said breezily, his eyes wide and questioning in the most innocent manner possible. Damn, that was one fine actor. "I had no idea."

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere, gay boy." Action was mandatory, given the circumstances. Rusty walked over to Matty, grabbed his reluctant hand and began rubbing it against his chest. "See? Different from yours, right?" Matty's hand was a bit damp, but not unpleasant. Rusty ignored the small shiver of delight coursing through him at the touch.

"Yeah," came a whisper.

"I know," Rusty said and snapped his fingers. He let Matty's hand drop and moved to the bed. He threw himself on it, hands above his head. "I'll close my eyes. Imagine you're a kinky doc and just hypnotized your patient, who's a dumb but very sexy jock."

Matty groaned. "Where do you come up with these ideas?"

"I'm at your mercy, doc. Do your kinky worst." Rusty bit his lips trying not to laugh. Matty was too much of a goody-two-shoes to do anything dirty to him.

"Are you laughing at me? Don't complain then," Matty said aggressively.

Hmm, me likey, Rusty thought. "I wouldn't dare laugh at you. Come on, let me see your kinky dirty nerdy side."

"You asked for it. What's your safe word?"

"I'm shaking already. No safe word needed. You don't have the guts," Rusty continued to rile up Matty. With this guy, direct challenge worked best.

"All right. Your call." Damn, Matty could sound pretty damn smug when he wanted. That was the part of him that Rusty wanted to subdue and make crumble.

He was taken by surprise by the sensation of warmth and wetness on his skin. Well, well, well. Matty had a side. Rusty wasn't sure if it was kinky enough, but he was licking along his right hip bone. Rusty shivered. Dat tongue, man, dat tongue. It was shy, yet curious and daring.

Matty's touch was featherlike but homing in on Rusty's pecs. At the same time, he took his time licking across Rusty's lower belly and reaching the other hip. That was a guy with a very clear kink in mind. Rusty held his muscles tight to give Matty plenty to work with. Deft fingers brushed against his nipples and he hissed in pleasure.

"Aren't you supposed to be under hypnosis or something?" Matty teased him. "I didn't order you to talk."

"Shut up and do your thing. By the way, you're doing great."

Matty pinched his right nipple lightly. Rusty grunted for show. He liked those little dares.

He understood the order to shut up. The most challenging part was to continue to keep his eyes closed while Matty did whatever he did. He was dying to watch him stick out that rosy tongue and lick him all over.

But roleplay was meant to be done well by respecting the script. As torturous as it was, he needed to play the hypnotized.

Matty moved his tongue again, dipping it in the main valley between the abs. Normally, Rusty would have appreciated his bed partner going lower not upward at this point, but it was Matty's show. Rusty even preferred to take pleasure in getting a boner that he knew would remain unfulfilled unless he chose to use his hand. Later.

Now, he could hear Matty sniffing him delicately, burying that cute nose into his chest hair here and there. Then, Matty moved to his armpit and suddenly sank his teeth in the tender flesh between the arm and torso.

It didn't hurt. But it surely made Rusty's boner pop. He opened his eyes, grabbed Matty by the shoulders and rolled him on the bed. His mouth covered moist lips, good enough to eat, and he put his tongue deep inside Matty's mouth, earning a soft desperate keen in return. Rusty wanted to feel that tongue on his, he wanted Matty to force him to deepthroat it again. The memory of the kiss was back in full force, and Rusty hiked his boner against Matty's thigh.

Matty struggled but pushed him away. He stared at Rusty, breathing hard and with a wild look in his eyes. "Safe word," he said.

"Oh, wow," Rusty said but pulled slightly away to give Matty space. "I thought I was the one who would need it. Why?"

"I can't tell," Matty said, in a quick clipped manner.

Rusty moved further away and stared between them. "Dude, you have a boner!"

Matty, flustered enough to put a coven of nuns to shame, jumped from the bed. "You have a boner, too!"

"Yeah." Rusty was quite proud of it. It was a mighty good boner. "I don't mind if you jerk off here."

Matty stared at him, completely horrified. Right. Virgin boy needed to be taken easy. "Does it ever cross your mind that you're a bit too..." Matty struggled for a bit to find the right word, "open to these things for a straight guy?"

Rusty shrugged. "So? I have full confidence in my sexuality or something. Nothing troubles me when it comes to sex. Does it trouble you?"

"Plenty," Matty shot back. He put his hands in his hair and looked desperate for a moment. "I have to go."

"Okay, I won't keep you," Rusty said but he felt miffed by that abrupt decision. "For the record, how do you rate my tutoring skills?"

Matty grabbed his shoulder bag from the chair. "Goodbye, Rusty."

"See you on Friday?"

"Sure, of course, yes." Matty ran toward the door.

"A little bit of blue balls never killed anyone," Rusty shouted after him. "Not that I know of." Damn, that boy was really in a hurry to take care of business.

Matty's hurried steps on the stairs were the only reply. Rusty stretched on the bed and pulled out his hard cock. As he replayed the very satisfying tutoring session in his head, his eyes fell on the glasses he had taken from his tutor and placed on top of the closet. Could he...?

Hmm, better not. But it was a good fantasy to imagine coming on Matty's face. With the glasses on. It wasn't gay if it was just a fantasy.

But, maybe, just maybe, kissing his tutor and enjoying it way too much did make him a little gay. Eh, whatever got him off.

It was one of the happiest boners in his life of late, and it was worth playing with for a while. Rusty kept his eyes closed as the memory of a sweet boy tongue in his mouth flooded his brain with pleasure. The force of his release almost knocked him over.

"Wow." He stared down at his chest in awe. He had made a really nice and good mess.

Obnoxious tutors in tight jeans with an attitude made good jerk off material. Go figure. There was always something new to learn.

***

Oh, no, oh, no, why had he played along? That wasn't hard to get! Matty burst into his room, closed the door, crashed against it and pulled out his cock. It took him about two point three seconds to unload.

He dropped to the floor. His breathing was so uneven and harsh that he hoped no one on the other side of the door could hear him. They would probably think something bad was happening to him. Like he was sick or having a heart attack. Only that he was just sickly in love with the wrong guy.

His t-shirt was ruined. He took it off and dropped it on the floor by his side. What kind of madness pushed him to do all those things to Rusty? Sure, the guy kept challenging him and it looked like he didn't mind being licked all over by a gay dude, but that didn't mean that Matty was supposed to lose his head like that.

He covered his face and groaned. Rusty was probably having so much fun at his expense right now. It was easy for him to wave the goods in the face of poor ol' thirsty Matty and even let himself be groped and licked. He was very confident in his sexuality, right?

Only that, Matty thought as he kept on covering his face in shame, Rusty had kissed him. Yeah, he had pushed him on his back, got on top of him, and kissed him like he meant it. Plus, his cock had been hard as a rock. Matty touched his thigh, as if there could be some phantom imprint of Rusty's penis still there.

No, no, no, for Rusty, such things weren't probably in any shape or form to provide a cause for doubt and other issues. No, he was the guy who got handsy with his best friends and no one batted an eye. He could go around the campus, pinching the nipples of all the guys happening in his path, and that was just Rusty.

And Matty was just Matty. More and more foolishly in crush with him, because imagining things and doing them for real were so very different. Now, he didn't need to use his brain to conjure how Rusty's large sexy mouth felt on his. He knew it; and there were absolutely no fricking chances that he would ever forget it.

Or how his hands had held his shoulders, pressing him down. It made him weak in the knees just thinking of it. How would it feel to have sex with him for real?

Matty shook his head and jumped to his feet. No, he wasn't thinking that. There was no way he mistook all this for something else. It would be just stupid. However, the plan of seeing how far he could go with Rusty had high chances of exploding spectacularly in his own face. It wouldn't be only his own jizz, as well. He took the stained t-shirt to the bathroom and gave himself a longsuffering look in the mirror.

Ah, fuck. He didn't have his glasses.

His phone chimed at that exact moment.

You forgot your glasses. I'll drop by to bring them to you.

K.

Yes, single letter abbreviations were the best way to hide what he was feeling. That 'K' made him sound cool and unaffected.

Make sure I don't catch you jerking off to zombie porn again.

As if.

Wow, he got this. If he had to communicate to Rusty via short text messages, he was saved.

I have better suggestions.

Don't wanna hear them.

Not a choice, Matty boy. Be ready for me.

Matty decided against typing anything else. There was no intelligent, one-word comeback to something like that. Ready for Rusty? That was impossible. Surely, Rusty was just teasing him after seeing how easy it was to make Matty get a boner for him.

Thing was, he needed to be quick because Rusty Parker would be upon him with who knew how many weird challenges. He stashed away the stained t-shirt and slapped his cheeks hard while staring one last time at himself in the mirror. Well, it would take Rusty at least ten minutes to reach the dorm, so he had time to change into something more fitting for the cool and collected person he was supposed to be and chill his racing heartbeat.

Damn, he probably needed to become a yoga expert in the next ten minutes to make that happen.

***

He opted out of the book he had been reading the night of the cat boy incident and spread some textbooks on the bed, careful to pretend that nothing had happened and that he was as cool as a cucumber.

The playful knock on the door still made him start with a small gasp. He really, really needed to get hold of himself. He opened the door, making sure to school his face into something neutral and non-inviting for further teasing.

"Your glasses, professor," Rusty said and grinned, while holding his glasses. He wore a different tank top and smelled like he had just showered.

Matty opened his palm. "Thanks."

But Rusty pulled back his hand and let Matty's glasses drop inside his pocket. "Aren't you going to invite me in? I need to check on your proclivities regarding certain priapic zombies."

He could resist, say something like he needed to study, but Matty knew that he would only invite new forms of torture into his life that way. His heart and other parts of his body had had enough of that for the day. So, he stepped to the side and gestured with his chin for Rusty to enter.

Ah, why did he have to smell so good? Matty stopped breathing mid-way as Rusty threw him a strange look. His voice came out wheezing. "Come inside already."

"Hmm," Rusty said and walked in with his usual swagger that only served to further prove his confidence in how he moved his body and the effect that had on the people around him.

Matty stared after him, letting his eyes linger lower. The sweatpants Rusty wore were the baggy type, but the way they hung so low on those sexy hips helped Matty remember everything from earlier a bit too much. There was plenty of junk in Rusty's trunk, for sure. Maybe, next time, Rusty would let him play --

No, no, he needed to stop with his wide-eyed fantasies. Any moment now, Rusty would start laughing at him for being too easy.

Rusty took out Matty's glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then, he plopped down on the bed and examined the textbooks spread around. "Are you one of those multipotentialites?" he asked. "Or just good at multi-tasking?"