"It's Not for Everybody"
Part 3
Often the best of times seems nonexistent. Joseph and Cooper spent time at home enjoying the realism of each another with a glorious understanding of gay life. How they lived was not for everybody, and they often would say just that. It helped to justify their behavior, which, at times, was quite disgusting.
It was Cooper's birthday and they had just returned home from Chez Leona, an exclusive restaurant known for fine dining. Joseph took Cooper out to eat every year on his birthday. Their habits were perverted, but their existence as people, was quality.
In former years around twenty or so back, they would go bar hopping after dinner. Now they were content to go home to share comfort after dark.
It was still early compared to years ago when dinner was served late at night. Times change, people change and habits go right along with it.
The thing that didn't change was their drive for sex. The more they got, the more they wanted; there was no resting on the miles they did yesterday.
The phone rang and it was George calling to wish Cooper a Happy Birthday.
"How did you know that today was my birthday? Cooper asked.
"I have my ways...okay; Joe mentioned it during the interview that I didn't use. Another reason for my call is to tell you that I found somebody to interview and the article comes out tomorrow in the magazine.
"That's great, I'll tell Joe," said Cooper.
"I think you and Joe would be interested in the fellow I interviewed. He fits the profile of what you are looking for. Would you be interested in meeting him?" asked George
"Sure."
"He is with me now and we are only a block away. How about now?" said George.
Joe was hearing the conversation and frantically shook his head `yes-yes' getting Coops attention on the phone.
"Sure, come by and have a birthday drink with us. That would be really cool," replied Cooper.
"You got it man. Consider it a birthday present. His name is Skip, a loner and ok, according to how he talked in the interview.
"Here he comes now, so gotta hang, see you in a bit."
"I heard," said Joe "Let's check it out."
"Yeah, let's see what happens." Coop agreed.
Waiting was all there was to do and sometimes easy isn't easy at all.
They changed their clothes with the thought of being entertaining. After all, everybody wants to be relevant.
Joe slipped on a pair of blue shorts with a plain white tee shirt. It accented his hard body as usual. He had the dick of a cowboy, and not about to hide it.
Cooper changed into shorts also. They bundled around his cock forming an intriguing package in need of unwrapping. Coop had good -looking legs, slightly hairy and masculine. One look at Cooper and you knew what he did for fun.
Today Coop was forty-five years old. Both men went commando knowing it made getting to the meat of the subject a breeze during foreplay. Being prepared, there was always the possibility that something might happen.
They rushed around busy, doing nothing. The doorbell rang and Joe answered the door. It was George holding a folder and with him a sidekick who evidently was Skip.
"Hey good buddy, c'mon in," said Joe
They came in and went straight to the living room to sit down.
Cooper joined them and the chatting begun immediately.
"This is Skip. I interviewed him for the magazine and I brought along the article so you can read it before the magazine is printed. It is cleaned up a bit and Skip's name was changed to Charlie," said George.
"I will leave the article with you. It talks about the habits and sexual desires of a young lonely man living by himself away from his family. I have another stop to make. I can let myself out," said George and was gone.
Skip had been quiet and Cooper thought he was shy. However, that was not the case. He was waiting for the right time to connect with both Joe and Coop.
Skip was not a great looking young man. He had red hair with freckles and seemed scrawny. He wore glasses but took them off and put in contacts hoping to improve his appearance. He was twenty-six years old and not anyone you would pass on the street and even notice.
Cooper always loved red heads, but this carrot top, just didn't make the grade. It didn't matter however, he wasn't there for a beauty contest; he was there to suck dick, providing everything went as planned.
"You men are hot," said Skip. "I don't mean to sound desperate but George said, coming here, I could suck some cock."
Joe took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Skip stood in front of Joe and Cooper feeling their dicks through their clothing.
"You like that?" said Joe
"Oh yeah, sure do. I bet that a nice dick." He said
"Why don't you take it out?"
"Skip calmly nuzzled his face in Joe's crotch and unbuttoned his shorts. His hefty cock landed in Skip's hand and he licked it with an exceptional burning desire.
"Don't forget Cooper," said Joe. You have two men, who need your mouth."
"I'm not forgetting. He pulled Cooper's shorts down and with no foreplay, put his lips around his long dick and began sucking him using his tongue lips and spit ever so smoothly.
Skip went back and forth from one cock to another. The men rested on the bed with their legs dangling and feet on the floor. Skip was kneeling between them going back and forth sucking cock and working like queen of the street whores.
"Man you've got great balls," he said to Joe. "I bet they are full of cum."
"They are."
"I want it."
"You'll get it.
Put your mouth on my cock. Are you hungry?" Asked Joe
"Gaud yes, daddy Joe, I am so hungry feed me. I am a cum pig."
Skip quickly switched to Cooper and began talking. "Look at this great cock hard, warm and dripping with sticky juice. I gotta have it."
"You better get it," said Cooper. "My nuts are buzzing with warm jizz. I want to see you eat it."
"I'll get it out of there, don't worry. I want the cum. don't forget men. The cum is mine." Skip barked wildly and meaning every word of it.
Joe and Cooper rested on the bed as Skip sucked, stroked, licked, swirled, and gobbled their cocks in a frenzy marathon.
"I'm getting close," said Joe.
"So am I," added Cooper.
"Don't lose it guys, remember the cum is mine." Skip pleaded for the third time.
"C'mon you cocksucking red headed faggot," shouted Cooper as jizz started to move.
Skip knew that Cooper was about to erupt and opened his mouth. He stuck out his tongue to hold the syrup that he knew was coming. Joe held Skips head from moving, so Cooper could shoot his load into his mouth feeding him the way he wanted it. Except for a drop on his lip, it all disappeared.
"Here is your second load," mumbled Joe pulling skips face to his crotch.
Joe's nuts pulled up tight and things were happening. Cum moved and began a surge up the pole to a waiting mouth. This is the way Joe liked blowjobs. His dick right now, was in love with Skip.
Joe squeezed Skip's lips apart and flushed his mouth and teeth with gob after gob of white sticky sauce resembling gooey white paste. It was lovely and disgusting both at the same time.
There had been much swallowing of cock honey; however, it ended quickly.
"I'll be going now," said Skip. I know you want to get rid of me.
Thanks fellows, now I don't need any supper." He said smiling.
"Don't go," said Cooper. We don't want you to leave just yet.
"Exactly, "added Joe. "You are incredible, as Joan River's would say..."Can we talk?"
"Is something wrong? Skip asked.
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