Chasing Rusty Parer

Chapter Seventeen -- Sixty-Nice

"You know what?" Matty said, lifting his head, just when he was about to go down on the Mighty Thor and prove his worth and that of Rusty's lessons in uninhibited sex.

"What?" Rusty quirked an eyebrow in his best sexy pirate impersonation.

"I want to undress you. Like completely." Without being told 'yes', Matty raised both hands and began unbuttoning Rusty's dress shirt with eager fingers.

"I put a lot of thought into dressing up tonight," Rusty took care to remind his very forward pupil.

Matty stopped for a moment. "Why?"

Oh, well, that was a good question. "I like looking my best," Rusty said with a shrug. "Jonathan gave this shirt to me as a gift. And I stalked him around the house until he agreed to lend me some of his cologne, too."

Matty gave him a delicate sniff. "I like you better au naturel," he said.

"Well, I didn't dress up for you," Rusty replied, a tiny bit miffed with that statement.

"Who did you dress up for?" Matty rested his elbows on Rusty's thighs and looked up at him, although it did feel a little like he was doing the opposite, with that attitude.

"Okay, I did dress up for you," Rusty said just to escape that sassy glare.

"You did?" From sassy to astonished at the drop of a dime. Those cute eyes were so pretty, beautiful even, and Rusty must have had a bad case of remembering the proper order of adjectives, or he would have come up with a longer list.

"In the sense that I intended to look every bit like your teacher, given the occasion," Rusty hurried to add. Clearing up misunderstandings was his forte. Not.

"The occasion of me failing the test of resisting players?" Matty inquired slowly.

"You're making my dick die on you with all this interrogation," Rusty shot back.

Matty gave him a pretty self-assured smile. "I don't fear that. The Mighty Thor has quite a reputation," he teased, sticking his tongue out for a moment, and looking pretty damn scrumptious like that.

Rusty allowed him to unbutton his shirt and let out an exhalation when Matty reached under his undershirt and teased the naked skin. Then, Matty got to his feet and put the dress shirt neatly on the back of a chair, the only one in the room.

To speed things up, because he didn't quite understand why his excitement was soaring with each of Matty's simple gestures, Rusty took it upon himself to get rid of the undershirt. However, he didn't have to continue with the pants, because Matty was back to work, and his nimble fingers were unbuckling, unbuttoning and all that.

Rusty was on his feet now, so he could take in Matty on his knees, the kind of sight he liked a great deal if anyone was asking. There was surety in the way Matty moved, his strong, slender hands doing everything without hesitation. It appeared that nothing was beneath him because before taking Rusty out of his dress pants, he began untying his shoelaces and removing his footwear.

"You really mean to see me all naked?"

A beaming smile was his answer. And then, as soon as Rusty was in his birthday suit and nothing else, Matty had his cheek planted alongside the Mighty Thor, and his tongue reached underneath, playful and on a mission.

An idea struck Rusty. "How about we sixty-nine?"

Matty looked up again. "So, it wasn't just the one time?"

"You mean, me sucking you off? No, I told you. We're cocksucking friends now."

"Right, right, I keep forgetting." Matty got to his feet.

Rusty reached for his large t-shirt. "And it's only fair to get you out of your clothes, too. Although you look pretty good a bit ruffled."

Matty laughed. "Thanks for the compliment." He ran his hands through his hair to make some adjustments, but Rusty made it all bad again by ruffling it and destroying Matty's efforts.

It didn't appear to faze the guy in the least. Rusty watched as Matty got rid of all his clothes and then moved closer. Something of the closeness hit Rusty as familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was because Matty gave him a sweet gentle kiss, and there was nothing else for him to do but wrap his arms around him and move toward the bed.

They fell on it and aligned their bodies, teasing each other with short kisses. How come it was more than just sex when he was with Matty? He had to be the only one thinking that way. After all, they were teacher and student, and such relationships were, supposedly, frowned upon.

So meek were all his rationalizations when it came to all the newness that had moved in with Matty, like a guest he couldn't remembered inviting. It didn't matter; it felt good, and all his life, Rusty had cared about the stuff that felt good.

Matty angled his head, and their kiss deepened. Rusty found it most convenient to put his hands around the other's waist, and one of them reached lower, resting on the curve of that delicious ass.

"Rusty Parker, you're the best kisser in the world," Matty moaned during a short break.

"You haven't tried too many dudes, though," Rusty reminded him.

"I don't have to. When you find the best, you just know, right?"

The praise tickled him in all the right places. "I suppose. But how can you be sure?"

Matty chuckled, and licked Rusty's lips slowly. "Just like that. It's magic, and I don't have to explain shit."

That sounded just right. To be the best for someone, that had to mean something.

"But I bet you hear that all the time," Matty added as he moved closer for another kiss.

"A lot less often than you might think," Rusty murmured and took Matty up on the offer as the pretty lips opened and the playful tongue moved forward.

His lips were tingling when they drew away from each other. That was a good moment to take a close look at the guy in front of him. What made him so special? Never before had he thought... No, that wasn't right, and he knew it. A little bit of honesty and introspection always hurt. He had wanted it, low key, in the back of his mind, for a while now.

It was easier to play, to be easy. "How about that sixty-nine?" he proposed, all too willing to get back on familiar ground.

Matty seemed fairly reluctant to let go of him but obeyed nonetheless. "Who's going to be on top?"

"You, obviously, because you're smaller. I don't want to crush you. And it's the same as I've always done with--" he stopped abruptly.

"With girls," Matty supplied the thing he didn't want to say out loud. "It's okay, I know who's in my bed." He rolled his pretty eyes for good measure. "And I don't mind."

"Why would you mind?" Rusty braved. "You have all this," he gestured at his naked body, "all to yourself."

Matty threw him a critical look that made him squirm a little. Was he not up to par or something? There was still that matter to settle about Matty's type. Too bad he hadn't paid attention that one time. It was a shame really, and now they were stuck in a joke about Ivy League degrees and expensive cars. The big schlongs were okay. They were present on the battleground. Rusty looked at Matty's cute one for confirmation. Yeap, it was up, proud, and ready for the skirmish. "You know what?" he asked. "Let's do it differently. Let's do a... sixty-nice."

"Sixty-nice? What's that?" Matty's eyes lit up with interest.

"Each of us," Rusty launched his challenge slowly so that his pupil would understand, "will have to do everything that crosses his mind to make things more interesting."

Matty cocked his head to one side. "More interesting? Not nicer?"

"Terms like that can be subjective. I'll pat you on the butt when I like what you do, since my mouth's going to be busy. You tap me on the thigh. Do we have a deal?"

Matty grinned and gave him two thumbs up, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Rusty frowned and considered his pupil's usual sassiness. "No biting sensitive parts, okay?"

"I'm a dude, too. I wouldn't do anything to you that'd hurt me," came the prompt reply.

"Okay, good. Let's go, people. I want my dick sucked before morning comes, if possible."

***

Matty knew he had to have been smiled upon by fate, or something like that. Rusty was still an enigma, of course, and just blaming it all on nothing but the guy's peculiar personality and propensity for all things sexual didn't work. For some reason, of all the people in the world, Rusty had chosen him to be cocksucking friends.

And now, the challenge of his life was upon him. Rusty was very adept at manipulating him until he lay on top, face to face with the Mighty Thor again. He could distinctively feel Rusty's hands on his butt cheeks, playing with them. Naughty fingers probed him everywhere, but Matty had to agree that it was going to be a sixty-nice after all, because he couldn't dream of anything nicer than this.

Rusty started by daringly swallowing one ball, then the other. Matty grunted. So, that was how they were going to play this. Therefore, he grabbed hold of the hard cock in front of him and swallowed half of it. He dragged it out of his mouth slowly, but applying a lot of pressure all the way. When he pulled the lollipop out with a short smacking sound, his reward was Rusty's very explicit moan of appreciation.

"I have another idea," Rusty said. "Since I need some sort of steering mechanism, I'm going to use your asshole."

"Steering. In layman's terms, what does it mean?" Matty continued to rub Rusty's cock up and down.

Rusty pushed a wet finger inside Matty's ass. "If I go to and fro," he explained through example, "it means that you can continue. If I hook my finger like this," he again made it clear through actions and drawing a sharp inhalation from Matty, "it means that you can do it harder and faster."

"Keep going like that with your steering, and I'll give you a facial you won't soon forget."

Rusty laughed and slapped his butt with delight. "I'm not scared," he announced.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Matty said cheerfully. "Now, let's make it nicer."

Rusty didn't comment anymore once Matty began devouring his cock with an unrivalled appetite. He went hard to work himself, pushing Matty's cock inside his mouth and making a great job out of it.

Matty was slightly aware of the sounds they were making in his small dorm room. Could anyone guess from the population of several thousand students going to Sunny Hill that he now had Rusty under him and they were sucking each other's dicks? Except for Zoey, and even she wouldn't imagine that he was moving that fast -- that they were moving that fast -- hopefully no one would.

The thought alone made him feel giddy, like he had the biggest secret he could possibly have, and the nicest of them all. Even if it was just a thing of the now, it would go down in history as it should. He had done the sixty-nice with the king of Sunny Hill.

Split between the sensation of having his cock engulfed to the hilt by moist tight heat and taking delight in attacking Rusty's Mighty Thor from all possible angles, he was slowly becoming a mess. He was drooling over the object of his affection, and that wasn't just some turn of phrase. The slurping sounds he was making dripped in his ear like dirty little secrets. The only thing rivaling with them was the beating of his heart, which he could hear but only if he focused really hard. He just knew that it was hammering in his chest while he was living one of his fantasies, a fantasy which he'd had no idea he nurtured until now.

Rusty had seemed to struggle a bit at first but it looked like he was going at it with a vengeance now, and there was no inch left of Matty's cock outside that generous playful mouth. They were having fun, indeed. If fun was the right word to describe so much sensation and an overwhelmed heart.

He was taken by surprise as Rusty's firm hand pushed him to swallow the cock he was sucking to its root. It could only mean one thing, along with the fact that the 'steering' finger had now stilled in his ass.

Matty could tell his eyes were rolling in his head as his his toes were curling against the coverlet while Rusty came and came in waves inside his mouth. The fact that he was coming, too, was just a second-hand emotion, as he discovered that giving could be more thrilling than receiving. Or that they were almost fairly equal.

Rusty was gentle as he brought him down from his high and gently guided him onto his side. Then, the same gentle firmness was used to make him turn and align himself with the gorgeous guy in his bed.

"That was, indeed, an awesome sixty-nice," Rusty declared.

Matty laughed. "I completely agree."

"Kiss?" Rusty asked in an unhurried voice.

"Sure," Matty obliged.

They weren't as hungry anymore, so the kiss reflected that. They brushed their lips slowly against each other's mouths and sighed contentedly with each nip and lick. It felt like such a perfect moment to declare his love that Matty hesitated. No, he'd just spoil it. Rusty counted on him not to be clingy and all that. An ill-timed 'I love you' would just make a big mess out of things.

"I'd like to sleep here if it's not too much to ask," Rusty said primly, back to his playful side.

"I'd love to have you over, doctor, I mean teach, I mean..."

"Shut up." Rusty laughed against his lips and kissed him again to make his point.

***

Matty watched with languid satisfaction while Rusty made a show of putting his clothes back on from the night before. They still looked great on him, but it was the gleam in the wicked green eyes that told a different story about how Rusty Parker had spent the last several hours. That meant, of course, before sleeping all wrapped up in Matty, and the other way around.

He only pulled on a pair of sweatpants and enjoyed the appreciative stare Rusty gave his naked chest for a few moments too many. "People are going to wonder again where you slept last night."

Rusty shrugged. "I can invent an older lover off campus. You know, like that mature chick that's banging your roommate's brains out right now."

Matty opened his mouth to say that he had lied about John that one time, but he didn't have the chance. Like in those movies when the inevitable simply happens, and nothing can stop it, the sound of the lock being turned by a key took them both unawares.

He barely had the presence of mind to grab a t-shirt and open the window wide. Rusty just watched him curiously and then turned his head to witness Matty's roommate walking in.

John stopped as soon as he was in the room and took in its present occupants. He pushed his eyeglasses up on his nose, scrunched up his face, and stared at Rusty, and then looked around, as if he had just discovered that he had ended up in the wrong room.

Matty noticed the red eyes right away. The guy's allergies were probably acting up again, and overall he didn't look very good. John shared the same love for baggy clothes as Matty, and he was even more studious, although with somewhat less commendable results. The reason why he had chosen to stay away from dorm life was that he believed even someone as into studying as Matty would somehow encroach on his time and make him fail his exams.

The three of them exchanged looks for moments that seemed to stretch into forever. It was a classic Mexican standoff.

Rusty broke the illusion. "What's up, man? Is the jaded husband back home?"

John blinked very hard a couple of times and turned to Matty. "Did you rent out my bed, Matthew?" And then, turning toward Rusty, he asked the most incredible question of them all. "Who are you?" He moved closer to inspect Rusty through his thick glasses.

Matty jumped into action. "No renting. See?" He gestured at the neatly made bed that had remained in the same state since the beginning of the year.

John forgot about Rusty and moved toward the bed. He dropped his backpack on it and then pulled out a book. "I need to study," he said in all seriousness.

Rusty was making a face that looked like he had just swallowed a dozen lemons or so. Matty could sense another disaster in the making and grabbed Rusty so he could push him out the door. "Not another word from you or I'll beat your ass with a wooden ruler until you cry 'mommy'," he said, whispering his threats rapidly like cannon fire.

"But he doesn't--" Rusty started.

"I can trade that wooden ruler for a whip," Matty insisted.

Rusty was out the door now. His eyes glinted and crinkled at the corners. "Promise?"

"Yes." Matty slammed the door promptly in his face. Damn, that had been close.

"Since when are you bringing men here, Matthew?" John inquired, his nose stuffed in the book. He hadn't even taken off his shoes, he was that absorbed in his studies.

"That wasn't a man," Matty protested.

"I may be as blind as a bat, but that was a man," John shot back. "Very rude. I bet he's not even a student here at Sunny Hill. Your parents would be very disappointed if they knew."

"Let's not jump to conclusions here," Matty said in an appeasing voice. He had forgotten that his roommate seemed to be the insufferable kind. He was willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt, but in this case, his first impression appeared to be the correct one. On the first day of their senior year, when he had installed himself in this room, his parents had come, as usual, to help him. John had witnessed the usual pep talk Matty got from his folks about studying hard and making them proud. His mom's 'not a good time for boyfriends' must have reached John's ears, hence his reaction at the present moment.

"I don't care anyway," John said with a pinch of envy. "I would be more concerned about my grades if I were you, and not with this kind of extracurricular activity. And close that window already. Can't you see I'm tearing up?"

Matty shrugged and closed the window. He didn't exactly care what John thought of him bringing 'men' to his dorm room, but he didn't want some random gossip to escape into the wild and mess up the fragile understanding he had with Rusty. They had barely arrived at being cocksucking friends, and Matty wouldn't jeopardize such a thing for the world. As miffed as Rusty had to be about not being recognized, they had to be satisfied with it.

***

What an astonishing roommate Matty had! Rusty mused over his failing popularity while walking out of the dorm and into the Sunday morning sun. Usually, after a night spent partying he was a lethargic mess and didn't want to do more than walk a few steps to the nearest bed, preferably his own.

That wasn't the case this morning. He felt fresh like a daisy. For half the night, he had slept in Matty's arms, their sleepy cocks touching each other, and making him feel low key still horny, but too satisfied to care. That had to be working wonders for his complexion, for sure, because he felt the skin of his face was really tight.

Like that, he walked into the house he shared with his friends, and was promptly surprised by four heads turning to meet him. "What?" he asked at the questioning looks.

Maddox was the first to grab the bull by the horns. "Where are you coming from at this hour?"

"Geez, Maddie. I was expecting that kind of thing from Kane." His other friend nodded in agreement.

"Rusty," Dex growled playfully at him, "are we even your pals anymore? From where are you coming with that ear-to-ear grin?"

"Psh, I'm not allowed to smile or something?" Rusty protested.

"She must be one hell of a chick," Dex commented. "You're sneaking around, you care way too much about what to wear, and you come home looking fucked and pleased like never before."

"I'm always fucked and pleased," Rusty shot his line and tried to walk toward the stairs. There was no way he could wipe that grin off his face, and he didn't even want to try, anyway.

A small grunt from Jonathan drew his attention. "Do you have something to say too?" he asked.

Maddox's fiancé gave him an odd mysterious look. "If I ever have something to say to you regarding the way you look right now, I'll say it to you in private."