He thought it would be awkward living with the two of them the entire summer, but how could he refuse the invitation? And that first weekend seemed to go smoothly enough. They weren’t overly affectionate in front of him, and he found he liked Kylie. But, oddly enough, she left Sunday night. She was an art history major, and it turned out, she was going to work as an intern for a couple of months at a museum in New York.
Cooper seemed depressed when she left, and he started talking about how this would be his last summer on the lake. His grandfather had died the previous fall, and his family planned to put the place on the market soon. Cooper said he couldn’t complain because part of the proceeds of the sale were going to be used to pay off his college loans, but he had already lost his grandfather, and now he was going to lose the lake house, as well.
“Too bad Kylie had to leave, but at least you’ll be reunited with your girlfriend this fall. That’ll give you something to look forward to.”
Suddenly, Cooper began to laugh.
“What?” Logan could feel the blush rise in his cheeks. He knew he had made some kind of mistake, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
When Cooper settled down, he said, “Man, Kylie isn’t my girlfriend.”
“She’s not?”
Cooper laughed some more and said, “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you, but that’s so funny that you thought that. Kylie and me? She’d probably throw something at you if she was here.”
“Well, maybe I jumped to conclusions, but the two of you did sleep together last night.”
“We’ve known one another since middle school, and we’ve slept together a couple of hundred times over the years. But that’s all we do. We sleep and sometimes we cuddle, but it’s not a sexual thing or a romantic thing.”
Over the course of the next few days, Logan and Cooper fell into a routine. Mornings were spent hiking in the woods, and after lunch, they’d swim in the lake and lay out on the float that was about a hundred feet from the shore. In the late afternoon, they would go to separate parts of the house and read for a couple of hours. A few times, Logan couldn’t resist spying on Cooper. He loved secretly watching his host, and it was an easy sport because Cooper was invariably engrossed in the book in his hand.
After dinner, Logan and Cooper would watch a movie, play cards or a board game, and sometimes they’d drive to the nearest town and drink a few beers in a pub. Now and then, they’d sit out on the veranda until they got sleepy.
It was one of those quiet nights on the porch when things changed. Logan was leaning against the banister, and Cooper was in a rocking chair. They had stopped talking. Logan was listening to the frogs, and his mind was starting to drift. But then Logan noticed Cooper was looking at me. He returned the gaze, but before he had a chance to ask Cooper if something was wrong, his friend stood, walked over to Logan and intensely examined his face. Logan almost panicked, but then he noticed the corners of Cooper’s mouth turn up. Cooper was grinning at him.
At that point, Logan knew what was happening. His heart began to race and skip, and he felt his erection begin to rise in his pants. But he didn’t know what to do. The truth is, Logan had never been with a man. He had never been with anybody.
The twenty-year-old virgin almost fell backwards and out into the yard when he felt Cooper’s hand between his legs.
“Take it easy,” his friend said.
“Sorry.”
“You scared?”
“Yeah,” Logan admitted.
“Don’t be. Your buddy is going to take care of you.”
And Cooper did just that. He took care of Logan. He got down on his knees, unzipped Logan’s pants, and took him into his mouth. Logan could hardly believe it was happening.
After just a couple of minutes, Logan said excitedly, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”
He expected his friend to back off or slow down, but he didn’t. Cooper stayed right on him. So Logan put his hands on the back of Cooper’s head, wrapped his legs around his back and began to buck. He couldn’t help himself, and almost immediately, he grunted and began to shoot inside of Cooper’s mouth.
As Logan was catching his breath, he said, “I’m sorry.”
Cooper looked up and laughed. “There’s no need to be sorry. I wouldn’t have been blowing you if I didn’t expect you to cum.”
Logan laughed a little, too, and he said, “Okay, but I wish I could have lasted longer.”
“Don’t worry,” Cooper said. He was still down on his knees between Logan’s legs. “I’ll do it to you again later. …and I was hoping you would return the favor. That is if you want to.”
“I want to, Cooper. I want to.”
Cooper stood up, put his arms around him, and he kissed him sweetly and passionately.
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Fictional story by Gary Cottle
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