“It’s Sunday,” I said. “You know how I am about Sundays.”
“Yeah, I know.Every dayis like Sunday to you, Coop,” he stated before yawning and stretching again.
I sat up and yanked the covers off of him, exposing his golden skin and perfect body. He worked hard as well asworked outhard. His body was the evidence.
“I’m hungry,” I said, licking my lips.
His eyes were closed so he didn’t see me staring at his morning wood. “It’s Sunday, pretty boy. I’m sure Mom is making breakfast,” he groaned, his eyes still closed when he flexed his legs which caused his dick to bounce off of his stomach.
I slid down the bed until my face was near his erection. “I prefer a bigger sausage.”
I glanced up at him but he either fell back to sleep or was pretending to be so I lifted my head from the mattress, rested my cheek on his stomach, and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. His hand immediately came to the back of my head. Hehadbeen paying attention.
Mikey let me tease the tip for a few moments before he pushed me off of him and rolled to his side so that his cock moved deeper into my mouth. While gripping the sides of my face, he pumped his hips, moaning softly. I let him use my warm mouth and kept my hands off of his cock as he manipulated my head to his liking.
He liked being aggressive. I liked him being aggressive. Part of my attraction to him was his power and the way he made me feel when he controlled me. There was the gentle power he wielded in everyday life. How he walked and carried himself so confidently was a turn on for me. I was turned on by the way he looked out for me, protecting me when he probably didn’t notice he was doing it.
But Mikey wielded his power sexually as well, and that’s what turned me on the most. I went crazy when he used my mouth or held me down and wrestled me while we were naked and grinding our cocks into each other. His moves and strength overpowered me, and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be the one he manhandled and I sensed he was very aware of my desires.
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned, after a minute.
Getting his cock first thing in the morning always had him coming fast. Most guys were like that. Most of us woke up with wood. Sometimes because we had to piss, but even that didn’t prevent a quick orgasm. And typically, Mikey was ready to go five minutes later if need be.
I grabbed his balls with one hand and squeezed, tightening my mouth around his dick. We were only one minute in but my reward was seconds away. I’d become the master at reading Mikey’s body language and cock signals. Sometimes I enjoyed edging and teasing him, but today I knew he wanted a release so I let him pump until he cried out in sweet agony.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” he moaned, holding me against his pubes and unloading.
I never complained about him coming in my mouth. Of course, he’d never asked either. We both swallowed. I guess that’s what we thought a person did according to the porn we watched.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” I said, sliding up to join him on his pillow.
“You’re so good at that, stud. I should probably tell you I like that a lot,” he said, rolling on top of me and then pushing up, grinning at me. “Want one?”
“I mean, if you insist,” I replied. I glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “You just sucked me off less than seven hours ago,” I teased.
“And I’m very sorry it’s taken this long to get back to you.”
We could have sex all day long. We were both eighteen and constantly horny so why not?
“It ain’t gonna suck itself,” I stated, pushing the top of his head toward my needy cock.
“You’re a nasty little fucker,” he whispered on his way down. “And I like that too.”
I didn’t manage to last much longer than Mikey, and within minutes his mother was yelling up the stairs that breakfast was ready.
“See?” Mikey teased. “Every Sunday. Just like clockwork.”
We jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, both of us needing to clean up from our morning session.
“I hope we have bacon,” I quipped, following closely behind him. “I don’t think I can handle more sausage after the meal I just had.”
Mikey stopped and turned around, briefly eyeing me and shaking his head in amusement. “Boy oh boy, was I wrong about you, Coop.”
“How’s that?” I asked, bumping into him on purpose.
“I had you pegged as a bit of prude about sex and talking smack,” he explained.
“I wasn’t having sex, so I guess you were wrong.”
