CHAPTER SIXTEEN Mike
Twelve Years Ago
Aweek went by before Cooper went back to his usual loving self.
Of course, I’d gone out of my way to be attentive and mindful of what I said around him.
The fact that he had admitted that he liked me as more than a friend had occupied my thoughts for the past several days.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to respond or if it was true.
“Did you see the new senior that transferred from Boise?” he asked.
I had and wasn’t impressed. “The dude all the girls are in a flutter about?” I asked, punching one of my pillows on my bed for some reason.
“Seems like a regular enough schmuck to me,” I added.
I already couldn’t stand the new dude because I’d spent lunchtime listening to Jennifer and her cheerleader pack of she-wolves drooling over him.
“His name is also Mike. Mike Hastings,” Coop reported. “I’ll call him New Mikey if we become friends,” he added.
“The hell you will,” I stated. “Not while I’m in a room with ya, ya won’t.”
Cooper grinned at me. “Sore spot for ya, buddy?” he asked. “Jennifer and her glam squad seemed all excited about ‘Mr. Buff’.”
“And you won’t be calling him that either,” I insisted, glaring at him as he relaxed on my bed while tossing a small rubber ball in the air and catching it on every return. “He looks gay to me,” I added, thinking that was a proper putdown.
“Wow,” Coop said, sitting up and throwing the ball at me.
I dodged it and glared some more.
“So tell me, macho, what exactly does gay look like?”
“Like him,” I blurted, bouncing off the bed and heading for the bathroom, dropping my boxers as I made my way to the shower.
Cooper hustled after me, stepping out of his shorts and boxers, thinking nothing of the fact that we were talking about gay guys and the two of us were about to shower together for the millionth time.
“So hold on and wait for me, tough guy,” he hollered when I cranked the shower on.
Coop stepped past me and leaned against the tile, massaging the bar of soap to create suds.
My eyes moved to his cock and that new feeling washed over me. I quickly turned around.
“Do my back,” I said.
Cooper stepped behind me like he always did. In fact, I felt the tip of his cock brush my ass cheek. Again, the rush of adrenaline surged through me and straight to my dick. It was getting hard.
“Hey,” I began. “Can you step out for a second?”
“What for?” he asked, dragging the bar of soap over my ass crack before squatting and sudsing the back of my legs. “I’m almost done.”
“Then step out, okay?” I asked, panic in my voice.
Cooper stood and grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to study my face. “Are you okay?” His eyes shifted down my body and then widened. “What’s go . . .?” His baby blues returned to mine. “Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah, okay.”
“It’s nothing, dude,” I defended. “I was just stroking it with the soap,” I added, trying to talk my way out.
Cooper stepped out and shut the frosted glass door. “But you didn’t have the soap,” he argued. “I was soaping your back,” he added, making the situation even more awkward.
“I meant shampoo,” I lied.
“It’s all cool,” Coop yelled from the bedroom.
I had a full erection and even after being caught, it wouldn’t deflate. Terror set in as I fumbled to rinse off quickly. As soon as I stepped out of the enclosure, Cooper entered the bathroom to finish his shower when he saw my raging boner still at full attention.
“Looks like someone’s happy about something,” he teased. “Damn, Mikey, that’s gotten huge.”
“Stop fucking looking at me, Coop,” I vented, cupping my junk with both hands to conceal it.
“Can I touch it?” he asked, stepping forward. “Not like sexual or anything, but I’ve never touched another guy’s penis, and since we’re buds and all.”
“No fucking way, dude,” I hissed. “That’s fucking gay.”
“Exactly like me,” he quipped. “I just want to feel it. You’re huge.”
As embarrassed as I was, I enjoyed his describing my dick that way. I particularly liked that he thought it was huge, his words not mine. “You can look, but no touching,” I stated.
“I’ve seen your penis a thousand times before, so what’s the big deal suddenly?” he asked.
“The big deal is that you might like touching me,” I argued, moving my hands to my hips and liking the shape of my boner from my angle. It was big.
“I already like it,” he said, not taking his eyes off of me.
“This is weird, dude,” I said, feeling uncomfortable and horny at the same time.
“I could touch it and if you liked how you feel then you could tell me what to do next,” he offered, eyeing me carefully. “You know, only if you like what I do.”
Cooper’s tone and his words were unlike any I’d ever heard before. He was seductive and very convincing. I was mesmerized by him and had obscene thoughts about shoving my cock down his throat, maybe fucking his ass. What the fuck was I doing?
“Back the fuck up, dude. No guy is touching my cock even if you are my best bud,” I stated. “You’re pretty as fuck, Coop, but un-uh, no way.”
He appeared crestfallen, but quickly recovered and began to laugh. “Just joshin’ with ya, Mikey,” he said. “You ain’t my type anyway.”
That didn’t sit well either. “The fuck I ain’t?” I hissed. “I’m every gay dude’s dream. And the ladies too,” I added.
“The new boy is buffer and rougher from what I can tell,” he said, turning and walking out of the bathroom.
I hurried after him, wrapped in a towel as my dick deflated along with my ego. “Rougher? What the fuck does that even mean?” I raged, grabbing his arm and yanking him around. The moment I touched his soft naked skin, I felt the urges reignite.
“You know what I mean,” he began. “He has a bad boy edge to him. I kinda like that in a guy.”
“The fuck you do. You like boys like me. I mean . . . men like me,” I declared.
“But men like you, don’t like boys like me,” he quipped. “And the jury is out on New-Mikey and what team he plays for.”
That was a tough night for me and I’ll never forget fearing that Cooper could like another boy.