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How many weeks since he had gotten laid last? He didn’t even know. That was a premiere for Rusty’s sex life since its inception. Well, maybe not quite that long, but ever since he had established himself as the king of Sunny Hill, he had had more than his fair share of sexual endeavors and this dry season wasn’t like him, especially since it wasn’t exactly self-imposed.

Rusty found himself bored out of his eyeballs. The occasional perky tushy wiggling about no longer had the same appeal. Girls resting their boobs against his arm while trying to get his attention had no success in dragging him out of his funk.

“Cat boys are ruining me,” he declared, although he was alone in his room, doing a kind of thing he supposed to be meditating, if meditating about his lack of sex counted.

Well, he always had his hand. But he had seen most of the cat boy porn the world had to offer, and he was all in for something new. Hmm, he needed to find that cat boy, because that was where the problems started. Now that he knew such a fine specimen was somewhere in the vicinity, he didn’t want to use only his hand and the porn videos available.

Plus, the cat boy he had chased down the wall on Saturday night was superior to all the porn stuff in existence. First of all, he hadn’t been sexed up. Not that Rusty didn’t appreciate collared cat boys who stuffed their asses with more than just butt plugs and dildos, but that wasn’t what he had in mind.

No, his desire to pet a cat boy was a lot more intellectual than that. Speaking of intellect, he could use all this boring time to get on someone’s nerves. He grabbed his phone.

Free?

He waited. And waited. Geez, he had read the message, why the hell wasn’t he replying?

Free for what?

Rusty grinned. He could see those pouty lips in his head if he closed his eyes for like a second.

Dunno. Tutoring?

It’s not Friday yet.

So? I have a need for knowledge.

Take your need somewhere else.

Come tutor me or I’ll tell everyone the kind of weird stuff you’re jerking off to.

Are you daring to challenge me? I’m sure you have a lot more skeletons in your closet than me.

What do you have in your closet?

Normal clothes. Nothing else. Bye, Rusty.

Wait. Do you want to hang out?

Another pause followed. It could be that Matty was ignoring him now, buried deep in his textbooks.

Hang out where?

My room.

That doesn’t sound too exciting.

Trust me, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

He was very much in the mood to ruffle Matty some more. After falling asleep in his room, Rusty had meditated about Matty a lot, too. Like about that kiss, as well, although it wasn’t like him to obsess over the little things. But he could ask Matty why he kept all that kissing to himself when he could make girls happy all over campus. Sure enough, those girls who wanted a tonsil examination with a tongue, but still.

Just joking, he typed. I just need your tutoring skills, nothing else.

Rusty closed one eye and used the other one to zero in on the tent he was pitching. He should just rub one out and leave Matty alone. Poor guy only wanted to study.

He took his cock out. He didn’t even need any porn. He’d just imagine catching the cat boy, caressing his back, playing with his tail and making him twerk for him. It should be enough to jizz after so much no-action time.

I’m coming.

Rusty checked the phone and grinned. He pushed his cock back in his pants. That would have to wait until after chasing off his boredom by playing a bit of cat and mouse with Matthew Han.

***

“Why are you moping around the house like you’ve just been left at the altar?” Maddox asked, lifting his eyes from his text book only so that he could check on him. Kane and Dex were at the library, and Jonathan wasn’t around, either.

Rusty would have preferred to have the house to himself while having Matty over, but Maddox had taken over the living room and was deep in his studying.

“Who’s moping?” he asked. “I’m as bright as ever.”

Maddox gave him a short once-over. “Rumor has it that you’re mourning some lost love.”

Rusty snorted. “Is that what Xpress is saying about me lately? Geesh, slow news day, I guess.”

Maddox grinned and leaned back into the sofa. “Come on. You can tell me if you have trouble in love.”

“Because you’re the expert, right? By the way, the only problem I have right now is that I’m not in the mood to get laid.”

Maddox snickered. “Don’t tell me you finally overused your dick. Maybe it’s time for a break, Rusty.”

“Yeah, yeah, I thought so, too,” Rusty replied, ignoring the jab. “That’s why, today, I’m studying.”

That wiped that annoying grin off Maddie’s face. “Studying?” The grin was replaced by an incredulous stare. “You? Is it the end of the world? Do we need to find shelter?”

Rusty smiled, sure of himself. There was already someone knocking on the door. “Laugh all you want. My tutor is here.” With that, he walked away, making sure to do it as pompously as possible.

He opened the door and he felt his entire face lifting up at the sight. Matty wasn’t wearing his ugly stripes. He had on a tight fitting black t-shirt that showed off his pretty nice shape.

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