I focused on the pulsating dick in my mouth and his grip on me as he continued unloading. My own release was seconds from erupting. I kept his cock in my mouth and jacked my dick furiously. The idea that I had successfully sucked him off was what triggered my explosive orgasm. I deep throated him as I released, focusing on his dick in my mouth. My mind exploded with my release, overloading my senses with complete satisfaction.
My eyes popped open and I gazed up at Mikey. He was wiped out and grinning when he reached for my hand and helped me to my feet. Ourmouths met and he forced his tongue past my lips, tasting himself on me.
Once we’d come down from the high of such an amazing act, he shook his head. “Wow,” he said. “Just fucking wow.”
“You just wait until I tell you about the other videos,” I said. “That was just the introduction.”
His eyes widened. “Next time, I’m watching with you, wise ass.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR: Mike
“We better get up,” I said, stretching my naked body while Coop remained tucked under my arm. “I heard your mom come in. Unless it was your dad,” I corrected.
“Dad won’t be home until five,” he said.
“But still, there’s the party,” I said. “Mom told me six-thirty at our place,” I added.
“Well, at least they said we’d have the rest of the night to do what we want,” Coop said. “And I have just the idea.”
I moved a hand to the top of his head. “Why wait? I’ve got three minutes,” I quipped, wondering if I came too soon when I received my official first blowjob. “I didn’t last long, did I?” I asked, unsure about BJ protocol.
Coop moved my hand from his head, laughing at my comment. “No worries, big guy. Must’ve been my skills.”
“That’s for damn sure,” I agreed, groaning when I stretched. “We’d better get a move on.”
Cooper bounced out of bed and headed for his desk. “But not before I show you something super weird,” he announced.
“Oh, yeah. The picture,” I replied, leaning over the edge of the bed and checking the floor for my copy. “Grab that,” I said, pointing at the photo sticking out from under my tank top next to his desk.
“You grab it,” he replied. “And hurry up. I need you to check mine out over here under the light.”
Coop held what appeared to be his copy even though it was a different shape. I got off the bed and bent over to pick up my copythen walked across the room to him while studying my picture and noticing nothing different. I’d recently gone through the photo albums Mom made for me hoping they could refresh my memories. I’d paid a lot of attention to this particular photo. This image was taken nearly a year before Coop had drowned at that same lake. I’d fucking hated the picture ever since.
We stood bare naked near his window but quickly ducked out of the way when Mom glanced out the front window of our house. “Sun glare,” I said, both of us chuckling. “She can’t see in here.”
Coop held out his copy of the picture for me to see. “Speaking of glare,” he began, using his finger to draw a circle around our heads in the lake photo. “I never saw that before.”
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Aww, did you cut this into a heart shape because of me?” I teased. “You were crushing on me back then too?”
“I’ve been crushing on you for eighteen years, Bozo, and you know it, so buzz off.”
I took the heart-shaped picture and tilted it toward the sun shining through the window. “What?” I asked. “I don’t see anything. What are you talking about, Coop?” I’d voiced my question prematurely.There it was.A chill of recognition inched down my spine. “When did you notice this?” I questioned too aggressively which caused Coop to step away from me, his eyes questioning my reaction. “Sorry,” I muttered.
“So, you see it too?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I’ve never noticed the rings before. That’s why I asked you to bring yours over so we could compare.”
I didn’t need to look at my copy. Mine hadn’t changed but I pretended to go along and rechecked. “Mine doesn’t have the rings of light,” I said nervously, my stomach clenching with anxiety. “Where do you normally keep this?”
He pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk. “In here.”
“So never in the sun?” I asked, wondering if exposure to the sun could’ve created the effect. Who was I kidding? I immediately thought of Mom and Dad’s picture from the Oregon Coast. Same damn thing. Same summerin fact. The year Dad died. The year before Coop drowned. This was no coincidence.
“Weird, huh?” Coop asked. “And flip it over. Check that out.”
I turned the picture over and noticed the smeared handwriting. “You didn’t let it dry?” I asked, handing it back to him.
