CHAPTER FORTY-NINE Cooper
“Well, this is different,” Mikey said, holding me tightly as we faced each other and the warm shower spray splashing against my back.
“Only in reality as far as I’m concerned,” I teased. “I’ve played this over in my mind countless times.”
“You did, huh?”
“You have no idea,” I confessed. “Over and over and over and over.”
Mikey placed a hand over my mouth. “I heard you.”
I wriggled free. “I must say this is even better though.”
“Turn around, you goofball,” he said. “Lemme get your hair and back.”
“Umm, can I share something?” I asked. “Not to be too, well . . . forward for a newbie.”
“Am I the newbie or are you the newbie in this scenario?”
I laughed out loud, turning my back to him so I’d have the courage to admit something dirty to him. “I’ve always been the gay one in this friendship, so you’re the newbie.”
“Friendship, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Stop,” I said. “You know what I mean.”
“Whatever. Go ahead,” he said.
“What you’re about to do,” I began. “You know, like we’ve done this like, so many times, right?” I continued, probably sounding like a sorority girl with my overuse of the word like. “You always start by washing my hair and then you scrub my back, but only to my waist.”
Mikey brought his hands around my waist and pulled my ass against his cock, then snuggled his cheek into my neck.
My entire body tingled with electricity.
My knees were weak from his cock pressing against my butt cheeks, making me putty in his hands.
He was very strong and good at manipulating my somewhat smaller body.
“But I never washed your butt, is that what you were going to say?” he snarled, repositioning his hands to my erect cock and sudsing it with soap. “I guess that was a line I was afraid to cross, Coop.”
“Yeah?” I asked, moving my butt cheeks in a circular motion over his cock. “What about now? Do you think you could manage?” I moaned, reaching behind my back and grabbing his dick.
Mikey had a thick dick with a huge mushroom head that was often visible through his gym shorts or tight jeans.
I’d tried my best to avoid staring at his bulge when he wasn’t paying attention because I didn’t want to freak him out.
The things I fantasized about doing to him would play in my spank bank for days.
I’d seen his dick tons of times but never had him pushing his boner against my butt before.
“You’re nastier than I thought,” he whispered in my ear while sliding his open hand up and down my cock while his free hand squeezed my balls gently. “I like that, pretty boy.”
“I’m not wasting my chance,” I stated. “Trust me, I have a million things I want to do with you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re dirty as fuck.”
“Well?” I asked, turning my head to the side and glancing at my ass. “It ain’t gonna wash itself.”
Mikey pushed my head forward until I was bent over at the waist with my palms resting against the cool wet tile so he had access to my firm, round cheeks.
He moved his hands to my ass, palming my never-been-touched-before flesh in his large hands.
He squeezed and lifted each one before letting the mounds drop.
“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he began.
“I used to spin you around and wash your back so I could look at it,” he admitted.
“I was afraid of the feelings I had then.”
“That’s kinda hot,” I said. “I wish I’d known. Knowing would have helped the jack off sessions.”
“No way,” Mikey stated.
“Trust me. Way.”
“Lemme see what I was missing.”
As Mikey played with my ass cheeks, soaping and sudsing them heavily, he trailed a finger down my sensitive ass crack, stopping just before my hole, and then caressed up to the small of my back.
“Tease,” I complained, arching my back to reposition my hole because I longed for his touch.
“How about this?” Mikey gripped my waist with one hand and slid a soapy finger across my asshole, stroking my button repeatedly. Each time he rubbed against my hole, my legs felt like they’d give out on me.
“That feels amazing,” I moaned. “Stroke my dick,” I begged.
“Listen to you, you nasty little man,” he hissed, his finger swirling against my asshole. “Who’d a fucking known?”
“Don’t blame me, stud. You’re the one that’s kept me waiting,” I reminded him. “Kept me frustrated my entire fucking life.”
“And your language? Who the fuck are you, Coop?”
“Shut it and stick your dick between my legs,” I demanded. “Pretend you’re fucking me while you jack me off.”
“Jesus, dude,” he growled. “Keep talking that trash.”
“You still yakking back there?”
Mikey grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back, until his lips were pressed against my ear. “You like this, pretty boy?” He twisted my long hair in his fingers. “Because I’ve got plenty of my own built-up shit for you.”
“Then fucking show me,” I hissed. “Prove it.”
He placed his hard cock between my legs and grabbed my hips to force my legs together so he could have friction for his dick as he pumped into my ass crack. I reached over my shoulder and put my hand behind his neck, pulling him closer and asking him to bite at my neck.
Mikey kept one hand on my hip while the other stroked my dick nice and slow, his cock sliding across my taint and hitting the back of my balls.
I reached my free hand between us, wanting to feel his dick pump back and forth.
I was no where near ready to be penetrated but I wanted the fantasy of being fucked while he jerked me off.
I’d watched a shit load of gay porn and always imagined that the guy getting pounded in his ass would be me.
Of course, I wanted Mikey to be the guy in charge.
He moved the hand from my hip and brushed one of my nipples, causing me to feel an entirely new sensation pulse into my needy cock.
I literally convulsed at the touch which steered him in a new direction.
He began to twist and squeeze my nipple making my insides feel like they would explode with agonizing painful pleasure.
“Fuck yeah. Do not stop that,” I ordered. Extreme pleasure that my virgin body had never experienced before, jolted through me with so much power that I couldn’t tell if it was too much or not enough of a good thing. “Harder,” I pleaded. “Harder.”
I grabbed the hand Mikey was using to jack me off and brought it to my other nipple. The new sexual awareness was too good and I wanted to double the pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, gripping my other nipple while I stroked my hard cock.
“Un-huh,” I panted. “I wanna shoot. Please don’t stop,” I begged.
Mikey had each of my nipples between a thumb and a finger, twisting and squeezing as I jacked my cock. The head was purple and angry. Playing with my meat a third time in less than an hour was a lot for me.
“Go ahead and shoot,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m so fuckin’ close too.”
With my eyes closed and I rested my head against his shoulder. Between him gnawing on my neck, twisting my nipples, and me jacking my dick, my brain’s pleasure center was nearing a nuclear meltdown.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, pulling on my nut sack while I jerked off. “Fuck yes, stud. Ohhh, fuuuccckkk.”
My third load blasted out and sprayed the shower wall when my hand shot out to brace myself against the cool tiles to prevent myself from collapsing into a pile of overstimulated flesh.
Mikey’s hands left my nipples and he wrapped his arms around my waist and slammed into me, pumping over and over as he attempted to reach the same point.
“Jesus H. Christ, Coop!” he yelled. “Fuck, your ass is so fuckin’ hot.”
“Come on, stud. Give it to me. Fuck your boy,” I moaned, gripping his arms as they held me closely
By then Mikey had lifted me from the shower floor with his brute strength and pounded away between my legs. I’d known he was strong before, but the excitement that flooded my filthy mind as he held me up like a sack of potatoes was exhilarating.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he gasped, a growl erupting from him. He panted like a wild animal when he released his load. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ugghhhh,” he groaned.
He set me down, his forehead resting against my shoulder as he inhaled and then exhaled like he’d just ran a marathon. It took him a minute to catch his breath. I could feel his heartbeat against my back.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist, he leaned down and put his head back on my shoulder, still catching his breath.
I was suddenly embarrassed by my behavior. I’d never acted so naughty in front of anyone before. “Um,” I began, my face flushing deeper than the hot red after that session. “I guess I was a bit . . . um . . . sorry, Mikey.”
He lifted his head from my shoulder to face me. “Whatever the fuck that was, Coop. I mean, whoever, whatever, bring it on.”
“You sure?”
“I’m totally sure,” he stated. “That was fucking hot,” he added.
“What are we gonna do now,” I asked, hoping for a fourth time as soon as we could both pop another boner. I knew I was good to go with little trouble.
“Wanna go to prom?” he asked, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“For real?”
“Why not? You’ve always wanted to go.”
“You’d seriously do that?” I asked. I reached for his hand. “You’d actually go to the dance? With me?”
“On one condition,” he said.
Here we go. My heart sank. I was afraid this was too good to be true. “Okay.”
“I’ll only go if you’ll be my official date.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve seen you in your tux, Coop. I’m dead serious.”
“I’m nervous,” I admitted.
“Well, we can hide or we can rip the Band-Aid off and admit to the world what we are to each other.”
“What are we, Mikey,” I asked, needing to hear him say it out loud.
“I’m hoping we’re a couple. I’d like that to be the case.”
“Me too,” I acknowledged.
Mikey touched his lips. “Seal it with a kiss?”
I’m glad my eyes were closed. I wanted to cry.