CHAPTER SIX Mike
Fifteen Years Ago
“See, I told you,” I stated, staring down at Cooper who was on his knees and inches from my dick. He wasn’t convinced as he shook his head. “Look really close,” I urged.
He did as I asked and then looked up, still on his knees. “Wow,” he said. “You do. And your dick is bigger too,” he added, getting to his feet. “Check mine.”
Cooper pulled his shorts and underwear down while I crouched down in front of him. We were doing our weekly pubic hair check, like we’d done since our thirteenth birthdays last month. My pubes were finally growing but I had bad news for him. “Nothing,” I reported.
He appeared bummed. “You sure? Could ya look again, Mikey?”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. Cooper’s dick fattened up from my touch. “Keep your boner under control,” I ordered. I tugged at his balls, lifting them, looking at all possible places he might have a hair growing.
He couldn’t control his erection.
“Stop it, Coop.”
“I can’t help it, Mikey. It feels good when you’re touching it,” he sighed.
Cooper and I had no secrets when it came to our bodies or the types of things we thought about, but lately he’d been holding back.
“You actually liked that?” I questioned, standing up and waiting for an answer.
I was naked and he had his shorts and underwear down to his ankles.
To me we were just bros hanging out but lately he’d become sensitive to conversations about girls and sex.
“What if I did?” he asked, looking away. He eventually turned back to me. “I feel weird and shit, Mikey. Like when, well . . . you know . . . like when we’re naked and stuff.”
“It’s just us, buddy. We see each other naked all the time, so what’s new?”
Cooper pulled his pants up and sat back on the bed staring at my body. His eyes took all of me in and he flushed red. “I . . . well, I kinda like looking at you and it makes me feel bad,” he began. “Like I’m evil or something with my thoughts.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, suddenly wondering where my boxers were.
I spotted them near the bathroom door where I’d dropped them.
“I don’t mind anyway, so don’t sweat it, okay?
” We were about to shower together like we often did, but now I wondered if he still wanted to. “We still showerin’?”
“You cool with what I just said?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be, Coop? I love you like a brother,” I responded. “Right? We’re brothers for life.” I added.
“For life, Mikey,” he answered.
Something about Cooper changed that day. I hadn’t recognized it back then but wished I had.