CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE Cooper
Iwatched as my mother, Kathleen, and the goofy looking lady with the purple VW stood chatting in front of Mikey’s house.
The strange woman had arrived about thirty minutes before our mom’s had returned from errands.
After texting Mikey to ask what she was doing there, I went back to cleaning my room while I waited for his response.
I was making a birthday card for Mikey and was trying not to be too mushy.
After years of imagining him as my boyfriend, I had a million things I wanted to express, but fear of pushing him away was still haunting me.
I hoped beyond hope that I was truly what he wanted.
I’d decided to trust him because I loved him, but I was only human. I was worried.
I glanced at Mikey’s bedroom window which was above where the ladies were visiting. He was standing in his room and watching me too. I held my phone to my ear, suggesting he either call me or asking if I could call him. My cell rang instantly.
“Hey, handsome,” he said when I answered. “Miss me?”
“Sure do,” I replied. I checked on the women just below his window. “What are they talking about over there?”
“Who knows? You know my mom,” he said. “Could be just about anything.”
“Who is that lady?” I asked, having noticed her last week. “She sure dresses unusual.”
“She’s some madame who sees shit,” Mikey said. “I don’t know exactly what she’s called, but she talks to Mom about the stars and the future I think.”
“That’s what I figured,” I stated. “I should show her something weird that I noticed.”
“Oh, hell no,” Mikey replied. “Please don’t do that.”
I was about to drop the topic but my curiosity got the better of me. “Do you remember the pictures that Jen gave us last year?” I asked. “The one of us swimming in Campbell Lake?”
Mikey was silent.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, I remember, why?”
“Do you still have yours?”
“Mom stuck mine in a photo album, why?” he asked.
“I’d rather show you,” I said. “Could you grab yours and come over?”
We’d been watching each other as we spoke and I saw him duck out of view and then pop back up in the window.
He held up a dark colored photo album in the window.
“Got it. Hang on a sec,” he said. I could hear the pages flipping, him laughing occasionally.
“God, we can be weird. Some of these pics are stupid,” he commented.
I heard the static sound of stuck plastic pages crackling as he sifted through the album.
“You’re talking about the one in the water, right?
Arms around each other with me making bunny ears? ”
“That’s the one. Bring it over here, ‘kay?”
“Why? What’s wrong, Coop?”
His remark caught me off guard. “I didn’t say anything was wrong. I just want to compare them,” I said.
“So, there is something wrong with your pic?”
“I didn’t say that, Mikey,” I sighed. “Can you just please come over?”
“Are we gonna shower?” he asked, lowering his voice to a growl. “I’m feeling dirty,” he added.
“About that,” I started.
“What?”
“Just bring the picture over and then we can talk about the other topic.”
“Does it involve sex?” he asked. I laughed at him, watching as he lifted his tank top and tweaked his nipples. “Because if it does. I can move faster.”
“It could involve your dick in my mouth,” I stated.
The call ended and he disappeared from his window, a minute later he came flying out of his house and sprinted across the street, barely checking either direction when he crossed.
The ladies in the front yard stared after him when he threw open my front door.
I heard him running up the stairs seconds before he burst through my bedroom door, breathing hard.
“You . . . you . . . put my what, where?” he questioned, huffing and puffing with his hands on his knees. “Did you say in your mouth?”
“That’s all you heard?” I quipped, laughing at him. “You have that picture?”
He waved the photo up above his head, still bent over while he caught his breath; but he managed to look up at me, grinning like a fool. “Right here,” he said, panting like a dog in heat.
“I wanna show you something first,” I said, turning to my desk.
Like a leopard waiting to pounce, he was on me the next second, tightly embracing me from behind and rubbing my ass with his erection that had popped up in his favorite gray gym shorts. I would bet money he was commando.
“Let’s shower first. Please, please, please?” he begged. “Your mom is across the street and your dad’s car is gone. Come on, Coop. I’m so fucking horny.”
“Because of what I said?” I teased.
“Well, duh.” He spun me around and our lips almost touched. “Were you serious?” he whispered, grabbing my hand and shoving it down the front of his shorts. Yup, commando just like I thought.
I decided Mikey needed to get a little more worked up because I was enjoying his behavior. “I’ve been watching porn,” I announced.
“You have?” he asked. His eyes widened when my hand grabbed his enormous cock. “What was . . . what hap . . .?”
I loved when he was mesmerized by my every word when I was being a tease.
I had been more proactive when we explored each other’s bodies these past couple of weeks.
I figured he’d imagined he’d have to coax me along or perhaps convince me to try new things, but he’d been very wrong about my perceived shyness.
I was crazy in love with Mikey and I was also crazy for his body which made me just plain crazy.
“You wanna know what happened in the videos I watched?” I asked. “Is that your question?” I added, aggressively stroking his dick that was still in his gym shorts.
His cock flexed in my hand. The head of his cock was engorged and swelling. I lifted the bottom edge of his tank top, hinting for him to get naked.
“Yeah. Tell me everything you saw,” he said, his breath elevated because I continued to tug on his cock. “What happened in the porno? Was it on your iPad so the video would be bigger? What were they doing? Why didn’t you watch it with me?” He rapidly fired his questions.
I removed my hand from his shorts which caused him to frown.
“Calm down, boy,” I soothed, pulling my T-shirt over my head and sliding my boxers lower on my hips but keeping them on; my throbbing cock making my own tent.
“Help me out of these and then kiss me really good. Then maybe I’ll show you what I learned. How ‘bout that?”
Mikey could barely speak, he was so excited when he nodded before tugging down my boxers.
After I kicked them to the side, he pulled his shorts down; his upright dick reaching above his belly button.
I swallowed hard at the visual. Perhaps my video studies hadn’t taken into consideration his significant asset.
The way Mikey stared at my nakedness with raw desire sparked my sexually awakening mind. The past couple of weeks had turned me into a walking sex machine. Whenever. Wherever.
Stepping forward, he wrapped me in his arms, smothering me in his strength and planted his mouth on mine.
He took his time, simultaneously grinding his cock into mine and kissing me gently as he began to explore my mouth with his tongue.
I went limp in his strength so he held us both upright.
Mikey had serious power and the way his masculinity fed my desire to be manhandled was doing a number on my will power.
I could’ve shot my load just from the kiss and his hold on me.
My hands rubbed around his lean waist and then moved to his solid ass cheeks where I pulled him as close as possible.
Mikey had muscular, round, cheeks that were bigger than mine with an athletic dimple on each one.
He was smooth all over except a dusty blond trail of pubic hair that led to the prize I was going to experience in my mouth for the first time.
For the past week after many sessions of humping and rubbing on each other, I was ready to go to the next level.
Over the past couple of years Mikey had often mentioned how much he’d wished he could get blown but I had been helpless since that hadn’t been part of my job description as his best friend.
But now that I was his boyfriend, I wanted to fulfill his wish.
For him of course, but also for my desires as well.
I’d spent countless hours at night viewing porn on my cell phone.
I wanted to learn the techniques that would get him off and figured porn videos would be able to offer master classes on the subject.
Of course, after watching several dozen videos, it doesn’t take long before you’re down a rabbit hole of interesting things to discover.
I’d viewed many positions that I wanted to put to practice, but I decided to start with giving him mind-blowing head before asking him to fuck me.
“Shower time, stud,” I said, detangling myself from his arms. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh my God. Fuck yes,” he moaned. “I fucking love this Cooper. So hot.”
Normally he’d adjust the water temp for me and wait for me to get in the walk-in shower first, but he ran in first and began rinsing off, his boner still at full mast.
“Someone looks happy,” I teased, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering my hands. “How does this feel, big boy?” I asked, stroking his shaft and massaging his balls.
Mikey put his head back and leaned against the tiles, his hands by his side while I moved my sudsy hands over his slick cock. “Easy, Coop. I could blast off so easily.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” I teased before I stepped closer and kissed his chest. “How about you turn around so I can rinse the soap off that cock of yours?”
“Anything you say,” he said, turning toward the spray.
I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist before I pushed his hands away so I could move mine back to his dick. I rubbed and rinsed his throbbing tool while he moaned in agony from my touch.
“I could fucking come,” he moaned. “Fuuuccckkk. Just let me come, Coop.”