Author's note: Guys, I'm terribly sorry for not updating this story properly, so I hope you're not hating me. Real life got in the way for the last two weeks in unfortunate manners, but here's hoping 2024 is going to be much better. That's why, on January 1st (I know the story will appear on a different date for you to read), I'm here, and I'm posting. And I will publish one chapter a week at least, since I also have Otis's story ongoing, and I don't want my stories to end up monopolizing the category and making people bored with them.
I appreciate all your comments, you're really supportive, and I love you.
Exluke1 - that hotdog comment, oh, ahem. But Rusty appreciates such jokes, and I know, since I'm his virtual mother.
Caramelunicorn - without a doubt, Rusty's dad is going to play a role... and even if he won't get a lot of screen time, his influence will be felt, and his actions will trigger other actions from the main characters.
JRSON - you can bet Rusty met his match. He doesn't know it, and even if it may appear to him written on a huge ass billboard, he'd miss it, because he's a total airhead when it comes to feelings.
Princera - thank you for your words, and we're only just beginning :)
Anon - I will strive to keep up with a weekly schedule (for both stories) so that you no longer have to wait so much.
KAMS - Educational purposes are the best purposes :) We'll let Rusty believe that for a while.
Anon - here I am, posting :)
And that said, here is the new chapter! Happy New Year!
Chapter Ten -- Sorry Not Sorry
Why did it feel so exciting instead of embarrassing to stand naked by the kitchen counter and enjoy a simple sandwich? Matty couldn't help stealing glances at Rusty's cock that, as asleep as it was, still looked good enough to eat. His little inspections served a purpose, which was to collect as much information about the man and master of his dreams, such as how the hair down there was coarser and scratched lightly when Matty rubbed his cheek against it, or how that mighty V of muscles felt under his fingers, or--
"I am glad to see that you're making progress," Rusty commented while munching on his sandwich.
"What?" Matty was sure as hell he looked guilty.
"You're finally looking at me like a gay boy should."
You have no idea.
"How is that?"
"You know, like you're interested in more than just the Mighty Thor."
"The Mighty Thor? Is that what you call it?" Matty was happy to file that piece of information away.
"Yours doesn't have a name?" Rusty asked.
"No. I don't think I know anyone who names his penis."
"You obviously don't know a lot of people. And don't say penis. It's boring. Say 'cock'," Rusty challenged him with a smirk. "Come on, do it. You're way too shy. Sex between dudes is supposed to be more straightforward, you know? Like simple and direct."
Obviously, Rusty was quite good at that, even though he had a lot more experience fooling around with girls and not guys.
Since he kept silent while brooding over Rusty's many former lovers of the female persuasion, his host decided to explain it all for him. "You have too many hang-ups, Matty boy. It's a cock, not a penis, when we're not studying biology in high school. Wait, do you have a good relationship with your cock?"
"What exactly do you mean by that? I jerk off," Matty replied.
Rusty wiped his hands on a paper towel, having finished his sandwich and moved closer. "You will need to show your appreciation more. After all, it's your best friend, always there for you."
Matty munched on his lower lip. "Since it's attached to my body, I don't see how it's a choice for my... cock to get away from me."
"Have you ever measured it?" Rusty asked promptly.
Yes.
"Well--"
Rusty began to fondle him directly, making the words die on his lips. His entire being was focused on how that big rough hand felt on him. Obviously, its owner was quite adept at handling sensitive flesh, because Matty sensed it growing to full length and girth within seconds. He steadied himself by grabbing Rusty's shoulders. A look down was enough to make a gasp escape his lips. His cock was the happiest it had ever been, leaking already, while Rusty manipulated it with ease.
"What's your favorite position when you jerk off?" Rusty asked in a husky tone.
"Um, sitting on a chair or something?" Matty replied, unsure of the proper answer.
"So, you're jerking off at your computer, watching porn?" The interrogation continued, as did Rusty's hand.
"Sometimes," Matty whispered.
"Sometimes? Don't tell me you stare blankly at the wall while doing the deed."
"No, it's not like that. I just use my imagination."
"Hmm, interesting. What do you imagine? I hope it's not something boring, like holding hands with some dude."
Matty groaned and tipped his head back. That seemed to be an invitation for Rusty to move closer, change the way he stroked Matty's cock, and torture his charge even more.
His lips were close to Matty's ear, caressing it. "Come on, Matty, what do you jerk off to?"
"Priapic zombies?" Matty tried a new way out.
"I call bull on that." Rusty's voice was deep and husky, blowing hot air over Matty's skin.
"It's normal stuff," Matty said softly. It killed him how much he wanted to turn his head and kiss Rusty again. "Like doing it."
"Hmm," Rusty purred into his ear. "Do you take it up the ass in these fantasies, Matty? Or are you top dog and make some sexy dude call out to whatever deity he's fancying?"
"You think I'd be able to do that?" Matty asked, avoiding a reply, afraid that the truth might just fly out of his mouth like a savage bird.
"I can't see why not. But first, I need to teach you how to be more in touch with the little friend you carry between your legs."
"That's one weird way of putting it." Rusty had moved away already, and that made Matty just a smidge more articulate in expressing his ideas. "And is it little?"
Rusty stared at his cock shamelessly. "Nope. As I told you. With that kind of gun in your possession, you should be killing it on the hookup scene. Seriously, I'm not even gay, and my mouth waters when I look at your cock. I almost want to drop to my knees and suck it."
Matty bit hard on his bottom lip as Rusty turned to lead the way back to the bedroom. That 'almost' thing did the killing, and the target was him. They were so close, and yet the little space that remained between them made all the difference.
It didn't matter. He was doing a lot more with Rusty than he had ever thought would happen for real.
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