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 handsto 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. Itwasbig.
“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?
