Chasing Rusty Parker Ch. 11

"It looks to me like you have to worry about the guys as much as about the gals," Zoey whispered.

"That's just camaraderie, Zoey," Matty protested.

He would have liked this portion of Rusty without jealousy as a side dish, but he had to admit that his crush was as handsy with his teammates as they were with him.

"And how is that different from what you two did all night?"

"It wasn't all night."

"You're wearing shades like a rock star after a night spent on cocaine and pussy."

"Why are we friends, again?" Matty whispered.

"Because someone needs to be the crazy and indecent to your straight-laced and too decent."

"Straight-laced, right. Like a noodle, maybe."

"Joke away. You know that's who you are. Oh, look, he scored again!" Zoey jumped to her feet and applauded frenetically.

It wasn't the big game, but everyone behaved like it was. Matty totally got it. It was happening because of Rusty, his presence on the court made everything so much better and fun. The girls, as expected, were gushing over him. Fortunately, none of them hurried to show her naked chest, much to his relief.

However, once the so-called practice was over, they rushed in droves to get Rusty's attention. That was his cue to make a quiet exit. It wasn't his business if Rusty got laid before the big game, after all. What they had done the night before didn't count as that, of course.

***

Rusty liked the attention, as always, but during the practice he had become restless. Was it because he was already anticipating his dad's presence in the stands? No, it wasn't that. And since when was he looking for someone's approval, in particular?

It had to be because of Matty and all that tutoring. Rusty grimaced. If he wanted the guy's approval that much, he should have told him about the mock practice. Only that he hadn't actually told anyone, except the guys, so everyone present had just come of their own accord.

A short girl struggled to get him down to her level to smooch his cheek and he obeyed. As he lowered his head, he noticed a pink jacket in the crowd that was leaving last. That was Zoey, Matty's bestie; Rusty knew that because she was a big fan of the brightest pink he had ever seen, and she was hard to ignore, now that he knew who she was.

He disentangled himself from the girls' arms and hurried after the pink jacket. Matty had to be around, too, and Rusty found himself wanting to ask him what he had thought about the little show they had just put on. Well, it hadn't been for that, but for the strategy he wanted to discuss with his teammates, but one thing had led to another and he didn't mind it.

He caught the back of the pink jacket, stopping the girl in her tracks. Zoey turned with a nasty expression on her face. Short people tended to be hamster-angry most of the time; probably they suffered a lot because of their height. However, her expression changed when she saw him. "Your Majesty," she said with a broad grin, "those were some moves."

"Thanks, minion," he replied. "Is Matty with you?"

She stared at him nonplussed and only then Rusty noticed that she was moving her eyes to the side, like she wanted to point something out to him without words. Rusty examined the guy standing with his back to them like he wanted to hide from someone. He sensed his eyes narrowing of their own accord as he took in the guy. That was Matty, without a doubt, although it looked like he put on his entire wardrobe only for the sake of looking twice his usual size.

He let his hand land heavily on the guy's shoulder and turned him. Matty jumped and leaned backward so fast that Rusty barely had time to catch him. "Wow, did you get into a fight or something? When did you have the time?"

"I'll leave you guys to it," Zoey said hurriedly.

Matty's lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end just pursed in displeasure as they usually did when Rusty was trying to get out of studying with skillful dedication. That didn't work with his tutor, and that made Rusty appreciate him even more. Not many people could brag that they could make him do things of any kind.

"Why would you think that?" Matty turned his head to follow his bestie with his eyes, or at least Rusty could surmise that since the oversized sunglasses were hiding half his face.

Rusty grabbed the shades and removed them to stare at Matty, expecting a black eye. He squinted and examined that cute face from up close.

Naturally, Matty tried to pull back, but Rusty just followed his every move like a homing missile.

"Where's the black eye? Are you using concealer?"

Matty rolled his eyes. "I just have sensitive eyes."

"Right. By the way, where are your prescription glasses?"

"In my dorm room. I also wear contacts, on occasion," Matty explained.

Contacts. Like Slicky Coolplums, but for a different reason. Rusty grabbed Matty's hand, forcing him to follow.

"Where are we going?"

"I just need someone to wash my back," Rusty said matter-of-factly.

"I see no shortage of girls wanting to help," Matty replied and gestured at the girls, who were still trying to get Rusty's attention by waving and calling for him from all sides.

Rusty navigated through the throngs of admirers like the skillful navigator he was. "Sorry, sorry," he repeated with a smile. "I gotta focus on the game. See you guys later."

Matty was huffing and puffing behind him, probably wanting to protest against being made to obey, when it was everything Rusty wanted to live for like for about half an hour, only to annoy the living daylights out of his tutor. That was only part of the truth. All that validation he had been searching for during the game, Matty could give right away and put his mind at ease.

While he had been busy chasing Zoey, and consequently Matty through the crowd, his teammates had already finished showering, and the last of them were getting dressed to leave right then.

Well, there was a still a guy in the buff when he dragged Matty to the locker room, and it took him a moment to realize that he was subjecting Matty to what had to be one of the gay boy's fantasies coming to life right then. So, he pushed Matty behind him and held him there, obscuring the view of that dude's family jewels until he put his pants on.

"What's going on?" Matty asked, trying to get around him.

Just as he played with the ball, Rusty dodged Matty's attempts and held him there without much difficulty.

"Good practice, man." Rusty's teammate high-fived him on his way out. "What are you hiding there? Some girl, you dog?"

"I'm not a girl," Matty protested before Rusty had time to reply.

"Just my friend, Matty."

He couldn't say 'my backwasher' because he had a feeling his friend-slash-tutor would try to murder him a little for it.

Finally, they were alone, and that was what mattered. Matty pulled at his jacket zipper and dropped down on a bench, still huffing and puffing a little.

"Why the hell did you overdress like this?" Rusty asked.

"I was cold," came the deadpan reply. "What was that all about just earlier?" Matty continued undressing, first taking off his jacket, then a couple of sweaters and a shirt, to finally remain in just a t-shirt.

"You're deflecting. Wait, were you trying to disguise yourself or something? Because it didn't work," Rusty warned him.

"Why would I do that?"

"So that you can come incognito to my mock practice and judge my skills without me knowing," Rusty said.

"Yeah, right. What do I know about basketball?"

Rusty pondered. "You're kind of weird, Matthew."

"Oh, Matthew is it now?" Matty played along and grinned. "The real question is: why am I here?"

Rusty opened his arms wide. "Well, that's easy. Have you ever had locker room fantasies and the like?"

Matty nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I suppose."

Rusty moved slowly and stopped in front of the other. Matty looked up and their eyes met. "What are the fantasies about?"

Matty smiled. "Do you really want to know?"

That was the cool thing between them. Rusty didn't have to explain too much for Matty to catch what he meant. So, he crossed his arms and leaned slightly, to tower over his tutor and make him tip his head back further. "I want more than that. I want you to show me."

That small glint of mischief in the hazel eyes told him what he needed to know. Still, he grunted in surprise as Matty grabbed and pulled down his shorts and underwear in one fell swoop.

"Is that all?" he challenged.

Matty's smiled broadened and Rusty shivered as smooth fingers rested on his hips, and the next sensation was a warm mouth on the head of his cock, taking him inside.

"It's a real wonder you haven't hooked up so far," Rusty said, exhaling while Matty moved his hands over his crotch, teasing him everywhere, until one hand was solidly wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other was cupping his balls.

"Is this okay?" Matty asked in a whisper. His lips were already wet and parted, and he looked beautiful and guilty.

"I'll stop you if you ever go too far," Rusty assured. "That has never happened with anyone, just so you know." His own voice was low and raspy, and it had to be the high of enjoying practice with the guys mixed with that naked look in Matty's eyes. "Now, go on. You're doing more than fine."

Matty nodded eagerly, and this time, he was a lot more decisive as he took Rusty's cock in his mouth and began to caress it gently with his tongue.

There was no way this guy wouldn't end up blowing gay boys' minds like frigging confetti. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on nothing else but the sensation without letting his mind wander. Not that it wandered far; it just went to Matty, and how nice he looked, sitting there, his mouth full, his eyelashes dropped so prettily and a bit wet, probably because of his sensitive eyes or something.

He was supposed to let Matty do his thing, while he thought of girls. That was probably what Matty thought was happening right now. He expected it. But Rusty, for the first time in forever when it came to sex, discovered that he couldn't deliver what was expected of him.

It was way too enjoyable to separate the person doing it from the act itself. Matty was moaning softly while he took him in as far as he could, showing his lack of experience. Even that was pleasant, causing Rusty to let out a few sounds of his own. "Easy," he begged.

They had fooled around some the night before, so he wasn't supposed to shoot so fast again. When everyone knew him for his staying power, he turned out to be a complete failure when it came to Matty, and that was weird as fuck.

Matty decreased his grip but thought it a good idea to tease the head with little licks. Rusty groaned in exasperation, as well as mind-blowing pleasure. "You naughty jerk," he berated Matty through his teeth, "you deserve what's coming."

His partner in locker room fantasies didn't seem to take it to heart and just moved his head a little faster, until Rusty had to steady himself by holding Matty by the shoulders. One more flick of the tongue and he was gone, his jizz shooting so fast out of him that he barely felt it for a second or so.

Matty let out muffled moans while he continued to drink Rusty dry. Which took a while, and made Rusty shiver in pleasure, as all those sensations spread through his entire body, while Matty took his time to clean him well.

He didn't protest when Matty released him from his mouth and then hugged his waist and pressed his warm cheek against his spent cock. He even caressed Matty's hair. "That was really good," he said. He had dragged his tutor here to hear some praise about the way he played ball, and in turn, he found himself being the guy to offer those praises back, which was kind of new to him.

Anyone he had hooked up with said he was a nice dude, but he had a feeling what was happening here was beyond being nice. And he had a damn hard time defining what it was.

TBC