Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 10:50:58 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: The List Chapter 4: Rusty

       The List Chapter 4: Rusty
       Specimen's name: Rusty
       Height: 5'10
       Build: 195, athletic/muscular
       Occupation: Student (Pre-Med), Sigma
       Age: 22, Senior

       After sleeping with Kyle, I have to admit, I went through a sort of
reflection stage. I mean, here I was a month and three guys into the
list. I was starting to see men differently, approach them differently. I
found myself flirting with any guy that looked at me for more than a
second. At the gym, I caught myself looking at a guy while he was toweling
off after a workout. At the Starbucks, I found myself chatting up a new
barista when he asked how I liked my latte. I was officially more than just
experimenting; I was into guys.

       One thing I couldn't get over was how into Kyle I was. It wasn't
just about hooking up and fucking him (he was yet to even ask if he could
fuck me). He as so nice and cute (I decided he reminded me Eric Van der
Woodsen from Gossip Girl). After we woke up that Saturday morning, to show
him that I wasn't some pervert taking advantage of his body, I asked him to
dinner that night. He said he already had plans, but we should meet up for
lunch on Monday.

       I stayed in and caught up on reading Saturday night. When Spencer
came home on Sunday afternoon, he looked through the list and saw I'd
already added Kyle.

       "You and Kyle?" he said looking a little surprised. He began writing
his own entry.

       "Yeah," I said. "I wasn't going to write it in there. He was
specific about me not telling you."

       "Well that's weird," Spencer said, scribbling away. Apparently he'd
hooked up with a swimmer from the Baylor swim team that was staying in the
same hotel as our guys. I would have paid to see how hot that was. "But it
doesn't really surprise me."

       "Did you guys ever..." I began to ask.

       "Oh god no," he said. "He's like a brother to me, are you joking? I
meant people used to wonder. They'd ask me if he was and I always said no,
that he was just shy around girls. Don't worry, buddy. He's all yours."

       For some reason I couldn't describe, I was relieved. It's wasn't
like I wanted a relationship with Kyle or anything. I just didn't want to
know that he was sticking it to my roommate. I knew I liked him and I knew
I needed to figure out really quickly just how much.

       In the spirit of investigation, I needed to clear my mind and my
sexual schedule. I opted to meet David at an office instead of his
apartment for our Sunday evening session. We'd already banged at our first
two meetings and I wanted to make it clear I needed a break.
       "What's up?" he said coming into the study office after I'd been
there for about thirty seconds. He was wearing tight jeans and two layered
tank tops—black on top of red. He was holding his sweater in his
hands. "Sorry, I took this off on the bike ride over."

       "I'm sure that was a sight," I said smiling at him. I decided to rip
the band-aid off and address the situation at the start. "Listen, I'd
appreciate it if we kept our sessions to just studying from now on; at
least until I figure a couple of things out." I didn't want to tell him I
had agreed to go out with a guy for the first time tomorrow or that I was
trying to figure out my feelings for said guy. But I did want to keep the
door open in case it didn't work out with Kyle and I wanted a rebound fuck
with David.

       His face didn't change. He was too old and experienced to let a
freshman disappoint him. Instead, he surprised me by asking "A couple of
things like what?"

       "I mean, this whole deal. I'm not used to feeling this way about..."
I began. He interrupted me.

       "Guys? No worries, man, I get it," he said sitting down, not
sounding in the least bit disappointed. "I was exactly where you are when I
was freshman. New experience, just trying to figure out what you're really
feeling. It's overwhelming at first and then you sort it all out. It gets
better. Trust me." And that was that. "You can come to me any time you
wanna talk. Or anything," he added smiling.

       We didn't talk about it again and David went on helping me
appreciate theater without once acting like he'd seen me naked.

       My lunch with Kyle on Monday was pretty cool and casual and resulted
in a more date-like Thursday night dinner invitation. I didn't tell Spencer
I was going on a second date with Kyle until Thursday rolled around and I
was getting dressed.

       "What, are you dating my old childhood friend now?" he asked while I
was getting dressed. I'd just come out of the shower and was toweling
myself off, not even bothering to cover up anymore.

       "Shut up, prick," I said. "He has a gift card to the Spaghetti
Warehouse in historic downtown that he needs to use, and so he asked me if
I wanted to join him."

       "Oh, a gift card dinner," Spencer said sarcastically. "That explains
why you're stealing my Calvin Klein cologne. Free breadsticks."

       I knew he was joking, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was
actually bothered. Pulling on a pair of slacks sans underwear, I asked him
"Hey, are you ok with all of this? I mean if you're bothered by me seeing
Kyle, I can always end it after this."

       "Of course not, man," Spencer said. "If you want to date him, go
ahead. He's really cute and I'm sure ya'll are cute together."
       There wasn't a hint of jealousy in his voice, so I assumed he was
telling the truth. I borrowed a Lacoste polo from Spencer and went on my
date.

       The whole evening was pretty sweet. For a first man-date I was
surprisingly calm. I mean, I'd been on a million and a half dates before,
but it was usually me doing the asking out, planning and paying. Today, it
was the exact opposite and I was actually ok with it. The one thing that
did feel weird, though, was walking to the passenger's side of the car
instead of the driver's side. For some reason, I couldn't wrap my head
around it.

       We ended up walking around historic downtown for a while after
dinner, talking and getting to know each other. It turns out that Dutch was
Kyle's best friend and they all ran in the same circle as Spencer in high
school. He confessed to always feeling a little insecure at having such a
successful and gorgeous older brother, but he'd managed to stay cool and
fit in anyway. It turns out he was a political science major and planned on
running for public office at some point—the main reason he hadn't come
out yet.

       "I'm not ashamed of being gay and my family is really supportive,"
he said. "It's just if I want a political career of any kind, I have to be
careful who I tell and what I do."

       It felt good to be trusted. In the spirit of honesty, I confessed
that Spencer had found out about us. I didn't confess that he'd found out
because I told him or that his name was entry number three in my list of
conquests.

       "Yeah, I figured he might eventually," Kyle said, dropping his voice
a little.

       "Look, he respects your privacy. He said he won't even tell Dutch if
you don't want him to," I replied. Kyle said he'd talk to Spencer and I
shouldn't worry about it. We went back to walking around and getting to
know each other.

       I told Kyle all about me—the youngest of four kids with an older
brother and two older sisters. All of my siblings had gone to a trade
school close to home. I was the only one that had dreams of bigger things:
I wanted to be a defense lawyer—the kind you see all the time on TV. I
told him I'd had two serious girlfriends in high school but wanted to try
something new when I got to SMU.

       "How many guys have you been with?" he asked me. I told him two. "Do
I know any of them?"

       I didn't answer, but simply shrugged.

       "What about you?" I asked him. He held up two fingers too. I guess
we really were on the same page.
        I noticed that we were alone on a street outside of the main West
End attractions. Deciding to take the moment to be spontaneous, I leaned
into Kyle, grabbed his hand and kissed him quickly.

        "Let's get out of here," I said to him. He kissed me back, this
time for longer. Unable to control myself, I looked around, realized we
were still alone and pulled Kyle into a small alley between two
buildings. I leaned my back against the wall, pulled Kyle close to me and
kissed him deeply. He pressed his body into mine and I got a distinct
feeling of his hardening cock on my thigh.

       "We can't do this here," he said heavily, pulling away from me for a
second. Not taking that for an answer, I pushed him against the opposite
wall and ground my hardening cock into his thigh. "This is where hate
crimes go to feed."

       "You're right," I panted, still kissing him. I was so turned on, I
wanted to take Kyle right then and there but knew we should probably go
somewhere more discreet. Plus, I didn't want our second sexing to be in the
middle of some random dangerous ally.

       "Let's go to your place," Kyle said pushing me away despite my
attempt to continue kissing him. Just then a couple passed by us on the
main street.

       "Spencer is there," I said. Still close to Kyle, I reached down and
felt his crotch. Still hard, just like I thought. "What about your
apartment?"

       "My roommate is there too," he said.

       "I can call Spencer," I said after thinking for a second. "If I tell
him I need the room, he'll go to the study lounge or something."

       Kyle nodded. I pulled out my cell phone just as Kyle was pushing me
back against my wall. Instead of kissing me, he started sucking at my
neck. To be completely honest, this was about to be my first ever
hickey. I'd given a million, and felt like I was pretty good at it. As far
as getting them, though, I had no clue my neck was such a sensitive
area. My cock stiffened even more and I could tell that Kyle felt it.

       "Hey Spence," I said.

       "Hey buddy," he replied. "How's the date going? You ready for me to
come rescue you yet?"

       "Actually I was wondering if you were still in the room?" I
panted. I wondered if he could tell I was hooking up with his friend as we
spoke.

       "No man, I ran out to get some food. I can stay out for a while if
you want some privacy with Kyle," he said.

       "That'd be awesome. We're heading back right now, so give us a
couple of hours," I said.

       "Let's be honest, Cooper," Spencer replied. "You don't need that
long at all." He laughed, said it was no problem and then hung up. I pulled
Kyle away from me and simply said, "Let's go," before heading to the car
and driving back to campus.

       We went from the car to my apartment and up the stairs to mine and
Spencer's room in less than three minutes. This time I wasn't drunk or
fumbling, only horny. It was like we couldn't get in there fast
enough. Talk about a great ending to a great date, as soon as the door was
closed off, Kyle and I were tearing each other's cloths off. We were
kissing the entire time we could keep our lips together. I pulled Kyle down
on top of me as I lied down on my bed, both of us already completely naked
and hard as rocks.

       "Wanna ride me?" I asked him. Fuck foreplay, I thought. We hadn't
been able to keep our hands off of each other for the past twenty
minutes. If he needed me to be romantic and take things slow, he was
crazy. I was more than ready to fuck.

       "Fuck yeah," he panted, getting up. I pointed to the drawer where
Spencer and I kept our condoms. Kyle, as hungry to get my dick in as I was,
leapt across the room, retrieved a condom and was back at my bed in an
instant.

       "Down boy," I mocked him. He smiled and told me to shut up. He
ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled the rubber onto my cock like a
pro. Seconds later, he climbed on top of me, slipped my dick in and started
riding, all while my hands were idly placed behind my head.

       Everything about it felt good. His tight hole giving me an intense
pleasure I couldn't deal with; the view from below him as he bounced up and
down, appreciating every inch of my dick inside of him; the feeling of his
long cock bouncing on my stomach, as hard as a rock and ready to explode
any second. It was so much better than it had been last weekend. This
little guy was so hot as I watched him go up and down on my cock, holding
onto my chest to steady himself. I honestly couldn't take too much more of
it. I grabbed his hips with my hands, pulled him up and down slowly a
couple more times, closed my eyes and shot the largest load I'm sure I'd
ever shot right into the condom in his ass.

       Apparently feeling me cum was more than enough to make Kyle lose it,
and within an instant, his cock bobbed and a huge blob of semen hit me
square in the chest. He came for what felt like hours, rope after rope
coating my torso with hot stickiness. I couldn't do anything except smile
and hold him.

       He collapsed next to me, lightly rubbing his own cum around my
chest. I could feel it cooling, something that would have drove me insane a
few weeks ago but a feeling I'd come to tolerate.

       "That was fucking awesome," he said. "I didn't think we'd ever make
it to the room."

       "I know," I replied, still panting and spent. "Un-fucking-real."
Something about being told how good I was, about knowing how appreciative
he was, was a real turn on to me. I couldn't explain it.

       I was suddenly extremely sleepy. I knew if we lay there, Spencer
would come home soon and find us in bed together. Although I didn't care, I
didn't think Kyle would be too comfortable with that. I sat up, pulled on
some shorts and grabbed a towel to wipe off.

       "Wanna go get some coffee?" I asked.

       "Yeah, I suppose we should get moving before Spence gets back," he
replied. The whole time we were getting redressed, I wondered if this was
it. Was I in a relationship with Kyle? Was that how things like this went?
I mean, we'd been on two legitimate dates and I hadn't fucked anyone,
including Spencer, all week. And I liked him more than I liked most
people. I had broken it off with David and had let him pay for my meal
today. If this wasn't dating, I didn't know what was. And I wasn't sure how
I felt about it. I mean, this whole thing was supposed to be an experiment,
not a quest to find a life partner. Could I sustain a relationship with a
guy? Did I even want to?

       At coffee in the student center downstairs, almost as if he'd read
my mind, Kyle said "This doesn't have to become a thing, you know. If you
don't want it to."

       "I was just thinking that," I told him.

       "I mean, I know you're pretty new to this, I'm sure you have wild
oats you want to be sewing."

       "Wild oats?" I asked laughing at him. "Who says wild oats anymore?"

       "You know what I mean," Kyle said smiling but trying to keep it
serious. "If you want to keep seeing people, I'm totally fine with that."
Then he did something I wasn't expecting. Right there in the student center
in front of everyone and anyone to see, he took his thumb and ran it across
my upper lip. "You have foam." He smiled.

       I was almost sold. Of course I liked Kyle, a lot it felt like right
then. But what kind of guy turns down the chance to have his cake and eat
it too? I decided I'd use the upcoming weekend as a barometer. If I
honestly could go out and feel nothing for anyone else, then I'd know it
was meant to be with Kyle and I'd bring up the possibility of a
relationship. I didn't want to get in a relationship with him this early in
the year and this early in my experiment with guys only to be tempted later
on and wind up hurting him. That would suck for both of us.

       Talking to Spencer about it later that night, he agreed with me.
       "I mean, I think it's cool that he's willing to keep it open,"
Spencer told me when we were about to go to sleep. He was totally cool
holding off on having sex for a while. I was pretty sure he was sticking it
to at least one of his teammates anyway. "You don't want to jump into this
thing prematurely and then break it off. Take things slow with Kyle and see
how you feel after this weekend, maybe."

       I opted to stay in on Friday night. I had a paper due Monday morning
and I really wanted to get started on it. Kyle called me late Friday from
what I could hear in the background was a small party.

       "You're coming to hang out with me and some Sigma's," he said
clearly already a little drunk. "No is not an option. A pledge is on the
way to pick you up."

       "I'm in the middle of a paper," I said in a lame attempt at protest.

       "Didn't I just say no is not an option. Put some pants over that big
dick of yours and go downstairs," he said. Correction: he was already a lot
drunk.

       "Kyle," I said, trying to protest one more time.

       "You've been requested by name, buddy," he said. At that point, I
was slightly curious. Requested by name? Who the fuck had requested me? The
only Sigma I even remotely knew was... Rusty. And he was the only guy in
the world that called me buddy. It had to be him who requested me by
name. I suddenly got the urge to go.

       I told Kyle ok, got up, slipped some decent clothes on figuring this
wouldn't be a rager on the same level as last weekend so I should look like
I tried. I took a couple of pulls from the vodka Spencer and I had in our
fridge and then raced downstairs.

       Just like Kyle had said, a car was sitting outside my dorm with its
hazards on. I recognized the pledge in the driver's seat as the same guy in
blue shorts and blue bowtie. This time he was wearing blue jeans, a blue
shirt and a blue cap. He explained on the drive over to the Sigma house
that he was blue pledge. They each had a color and they had to wear it from
head to toe every day. Even their pledge pack had to be that color. I felt
sorry for orange.

       When I got to the house, I noticed Kyle was in one corner talking to
a girl. The whole place was the exact opposite of what it had been a week
ago. It was pretty clean, furniture was placed sparsely but nicely around
the common rooms. There were a handful of brothers hanging out, some
playing flip cup in the kitchen, but most talking to the many girls that
were loitering about. If Kyle brought me over here to rescue him from a
girl, I'd kill him.

       I was immediately pulled into the kitchen by Rusty.

       "Commando's on my team," he said. Evidently Kyle had told them the
nickname I was picking up around the freshman class. The rest of the team
chanted Commando, Commando as we set up for another round. I told Rusty I
should probably go check in with Kyle since he's the one that called me
over.

       "Little Wriggs is a little occupied," Rusty said really close to my
face. Apparently the girl he was talking to in the corner had the hots for
him. "Looks like he's gonna get his dick wet tonight."

       Thinking it was inappropriate to cock block Kyle in front of all
these Greek campus Gods, I decided to join the game of flip cup and just
have a good time. I also thought it wasn't appropriate to get jealous at
all. Kyle had given me the go ahead to keep my options open, obviously he
was interested in doing the same.

       I played back-to-back-to-back games of survivor flip cup. I was
actually pretty good and every time my team had to vote someone out, I
somehow kept making the cut. All three games, it was Rusty and me defending
our team at the end. Every once in a while, Rusty would pat me on the back
and linger there a second longer than normal. Kyle's words that he might be
crushing on me kept going through my mind.

       After getting my fill of beer, Rusty asked if I wanted to go
upstairs with him and do some shots. "You look a little too sober
Commando," he slurred. I followed him up.

       The room he took me to upstairs was small but decorated really
nicely. There was a bed in the middle of one wall, a television on the
other. There was a desk with a stereo in one corner and a KA rug in the
middle of the room.

       "Is this your room?" I asked him as he went into a small fridge and
pulled out a bottle of Maker's Mark.

       "God no, I'd never live in the Sigma house," he said. I couldn't
tell how drunk he was at that point, but he was pouring two shots, so I
assumed he was down to get drunker. "I live at RLD," he said. I guessed
that I was supposed to know what that meant. "The Red Light District. It's
a house west of campus. You should come over sometime, it's pretty
sweet. And we entertain all the time."

       "Well you aren't entertaining now," I said taking the shot glass
from him.

       "Aren't I?" he asked giving me a wink. I was sure, right then and
there that Kyle had been right. "To entertainment."

       I took the shot, choked a little on it, braved my face and
swallowed. Wow, I thought. I handed him the glass and he poured
another. While he was waiting for me to recover, he walked over and turned
on some music. Ten minutes and three shots later, I was definitely feeling
the effects of the beer and the Maker's.

       "Are we going to rejoin the party?" I asked him, sitting down on the
bed to take an ease off of my dizziness.

       "I'm in no hurry if you aren't," he said. He sat down next to me and
put his hand on my thigh. If I wasn't sure before, I totally was now. This
frat star was trying to get me to hook up with him. He could have saved his
Maker's Mark, I totally would have anyway. Rusty was fucking hot. He was
definitely a bigger, more muscular looking guy— sort of reminded me of a
country version of AC Slater. His hair was long and swooped to the side. He
kept his beard grown in a five o'clock shadow. Showing him that I could
take his hint, I leaned over and kissed him. A second later, he'd pulled me
down to the bed next to him and we were making out.

       If I thought that David and Spencer liked taking control, it was
nothing like Rusty. From the get go, he had me in his palm. He took my
shirt off for me in one fluid motion, pulled me up so that I was sitting on
the bed and he was standing in front of me. I watched him take his own
shirt off, revealing a lightly hairy, extremely bulky chest. This was my
manliest lay to date.

       Suddenly, sitting there watching him undress, I felt extremely
guilty. Kyle had called me over here and he was stuck downstairs talking to
some girl he didn't like. I reached into my pocket, avoided grazing my
boner and pulled out my phone.

       "I gotta send this really quick," I said. Rusty said no worries and
walked over to the fridge to take another shot. I typed "Where are you?" to
Kyle. Almost immediately he responded with "Cab back to campus with Jamie."
Evidently that girl had been Kyle's lady friend. My guilt began to ease. A
second later he sent another text. "Rusty wants you. He told me. Have
fun. :P"

       "Ready, little buddy?" Rusty asked walking back over to the bed. I
looked at Kyle's last message, smiled, put my phone away and proceeded to
extract Rusty's specimen while he stood there in front of me.

       As far as giving blow jobs is concerned, I wouldn't say I'm the best
there is. I mean, I'd only been doing it for about a month at that point
and even now I'd much rather get head than give it. But Rusty was standing
there with a 7 inch cut pecker that was begging to be sucked and as soon as
I put my lips on it, I could tell he was enjoying it. He took hold of my
shoulders, moaned "Oh yeah," over and over and let me go to work.

       I tried my best to vary up my technique, but always found myself
just bobbing back forth, extracting as much pre-cum as I could with deep
pulls from his cock like I was smoking a cigar. For some reason, the
saltiness of pre-cum drove me absolutely crazy. It was like I couldn't get
enough once I tasted it. I used one of my hands to trace Rusty's huge chest
and the other to fumble with his balls. Evidently Rusty was a bit of a
ball's guy because as soon as I cupped them, I got another spurt of
precum. I squeezed his dick pretty hard and sucked in deep.
       "Oh fuck, little buddy," he said. "I've been waiting for this for a
while." I didn't stop to think how long a `a while' was because Rusty was
starting to precum more and more, a sign I knew well. He was about to fill
my mouth with seed.

       He pushed me back, got on the bed himself, straddling me and shoved
his cock into my mouth in one thrust. It was like he was doing a push up on
top of me and my mouth was his dick's target. Feeling like I could do
anything to him right then without protest, I used one hand to pump his
dick and with the other, reached two fingers around him and slipped them
into his ass. Within a second, Rusty screamed "fuck, little buddy" and shot
a massive load right down my throat.

       "That was amazing," he told me. I felt proud of myself. I'd managed
to get this guy off in t-minus five minutes. "Good call on the reach
around," he winked.

       I got dressed, went downstairs, hung out a little bit more and then
asked silver pledge to drive me back to campus. I'm sure Rusty thought I
was going to stay a little longer and maybe follow him to the Red Light
District, but to be honest, after I'd collected his specimen, I wasn't
really into it. I spent the rest of the night thinking about Kyle,
wondering if it was ok that I was jealous he was with a girl even though I
had just given an "amazing" performance to Rusty. I fought every urge to
drunk text him as I got to my dorm, stripped out of my clothes, pulled out
the notebook and added Rusty to the list.