“That works for you and your mammoth GPA, but for me? I’ll always feel like a fucking String Cheese.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I have Matty germs and you’re a String Cheese. We make an awkward couple. Let’s move on.”
“So we’re a couple now?” Coop arched an eyebrow.
“I mean…” Stupid mouth saying stupid words. “We don’t have to be. We’re a couple of friends or a couple really good friends.”
“Matty.” Coop rubbed his hand and looked at him with whole eyes. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed. I’ve never been with anyone, never dated anyone. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”
“Neither do I. Let’s learn together.” Matty planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“Let’s.” Coop beckoned Matty to the empty space beside him. Matty’s jeans tightened in an instant.
He rested against Coop’s thick frame, smelling his cologne and his warm scent. He got the best of his both worlds: vulnerable Coop with a hard body shell. His heart raced against his rib cage like a feral animal. Matty leaned his head on Coop’s shoulder as they stared up at the blank ceiling. It could be the Sistine chapel right now. Coop dangled his index finger through Matty’s hair.
There is a boy on my bed. And I’m on the bed, too!
They turned to each other, Coop’s heady-lidded eyes filled with need. His lips shined red. Matty tried to study to details of Coop’s face, but their mouths came together too fast.
Coop pulled Matty against him into a passionate kiss. Ceiling, floor, it was all the same. The room spun in circles. Coop’s determined hands were rubbing up and down Matty’s back. Matty threw his arms around his neck. He could feel Coop’s racing heart vibrating against his chest.
Coop kissed his lips softly, tenderly. Passionate pecks. It was all so nice, but Matty wanted more than nice. He rammed his tongue inside Coop’s mouth. He wasn’t sure how to do this, but neither was Coop! Coop massaged Matty’s tongue with his tongue. He let out a low moan that echoed in Matty’s throat.
I made Coop moan.It revved his engine like nothing before. It was like a life milestone.
Matty listened to their lips opening and closing, their bodies rustling around the blanket. Coop squeezed his ass. Matty’s body was a slab of exposed nerve endings.
Coop patted his ass, like it was all his. And it was. Coop had the car keys and was taking him for a spin. Soon, Coop’s cologne faded away and Matty breathed in the natural scent of this boy next to him.
Like a twist he didn’t see coming, Coop’s hand was on the fly of his jeans. His fingers undid Matty’s top button, then unzipped tooth by tooth torturously. Matty’s cock raged inside. It twitched at the fresh air coming its way. Coop pulled down Matty’s underwear, and his cock sprung up. He’d never been this hard. His cock was exposed in the air, aching to be touched. Coop smiled at what he saw. He kissed Matty again, taking the air out of his lungs.
Coop spat on his hand and wrapped it around Matty’s cock.
“Actually,” Matty said. “I, uh, I read online that a really good lubricant is…”
His eyes traveled to his desk and bottle of extra virgin olive oil sitting in the corner.
“You’ve done your research.”
“I was poking around the internet during a quick study break.”
Coop hopped off the bed. Matty watched his tight ass move under his jeans as he snatched the bottle off the desk. He twisted off the cap and poured oil into his hand. “I wish I had some garlic bread to dip in this.”
“Coop!”
Coop returned to the bed, nearly smothering him with a kiss. His oiled hand made contact, and Matty went supernova. He gasped for air. The bottom half of his body was having a religious experience. Coop stroked softly. His slicked-up hand slid the length of his dick. His thumb rolled around the head.
That was all it took.
Matty’s chest sunk in with a huge breath and before he knew it, his stomach was drenched in spunk.
He covered his eyes with his forearm. He immediately wanted to bury his head in his pillow. That whole experience lasted barely one minute. It was spontaneous combustion. He didn’t want to look at Coop because Coop was probably wondering why he wanted to be with a guy who couldn’t last longer than a minute.
Coop’s tender kisses on his elbow made him look. A grin that he’d become accustomed to met his gaze.
