"It's Not for Everybody"
Part 6
Cooper left the dishes from breakfast, and took a morning shower as quickly as possible. He was thinking about sex, an addiction that he couldn't overcome. His brains were in his crotch.
Cooper flopped his cock under the warm soapy water scrubbing away anything unpleasant. He also scrubbed his butt, feet and armpits. His cock stayed semi hard and even oozed a bit of precum.
He definitely hoped there was no change in Skip's hunger for cock. This sometimes happens when they return a second time. Anyway, he was prepared.
Cooper's setback was thinking too much about nonsense. He had to calm himself and appear cool and collective. There was nothing wrong with loving sex.
He wore a jock strap to help control his cock, wearing old jeans. Yes, they were tight.
Cooper's body belonged to Joe; however, they loaned flesh out to cocksuckers worthy of taking care of them. Other than that, they didn't have much in common with other people.
The downstairs vestibule door slammed shut and somebody came bouncing up the stairs. Cooper didn't wait for a knock. He opened the door.
"The domestic cleaner has arrived to apply for a job," Skip babbled, being friendly.
Cooper took his hand and gently pulled him inside. They went into the kitchen and sat down. Coop offered breakfast, but Skip only wanted coffee. He said he just had oatmeal for breakfast.
"You look different," said Cooper.
"Yeah, little bit. I got a haircut and rid of the glasses. These clothes fit. The pants make me look better and my dick is lying on one side. The right clothes help a lot, don't you think?"
He smiled stretching the cute little freckles that gave him a sexy look. He also had nice teeth, which Cooper hadn't notice before. Skip was a package needing to be loved. He had nothing skimpy . Even with the changes, Skip was no movie star. What he had, you felt deep inside by being around him. Just the same, Skip was awesome; Joe and Cooper wanted him to be their sexual outlet.
"We'll talk about the cleaning job later, Okay?" said Cooper.
"Ok, but the job is not for sex; - right? Asked Skip."
"Correct, sex is a separate issue. We need a housekeeper."
"Where is Joe? I want both of you," saying words that turned Cooper, into a sheep.
"He'll be here later."
"You've got a big load, huh Coop? I can tell; you need me."
"Oh Geezus – c'mon," directed Cooper walking ahead to the bedroom. Coop got there first dropping his shirt and pants as he walked. He got to the bed and flopped down lying there in just a jock strap with his legs wide open. No Chippendale could have looked any hotter.
"Muther fuckin Jesus," mumbled Skip diving on top of Cooper. He pulled off the jock strap and threw Cooper's legs into the air. He dove head first into his ass with his tongue and began eating Coop in a way never experienced before.
He wiggled around like a hungry slut, going under and over Cooper's crotch every way, to find an opening where he could massage his flesh with his mouth.
A piece at a time, Skip's clothes came off and Cooper began making love to him. This was something he wouldn't do with anybody but Joe, but this was too hot to pass up.
"I'm hungry daddy."
"I know baby."
Skip was rubbing Coop's face and his big nuts surrounded with red fur. Coop opened his mouth and licked his balls getting hungrier and hungrier to taste more of his strawberry slut. It took only seconds and Skip's dick was in Coop's mouth.
"Fuck – you taste good."
"You don't have to blow me. That is my job. Feed me your cock."
"You're gonna get it."
"I know I will."
"Stop talking for a minute or I will blow like a volcano with your words melting my mind" Cooper managed to say breathlessly, holding Skip by his precious red hair.
"I understand what turns you on now. I know what you like hearing, and I like it too," groaned Skip dripping with precum from the big head of his strawberry gooey cock.
"Lick me again, will you?" Asked Coop.
"Skip didn't reply but quickly opened Cooper's legs and plunged his face into his butt. Cooper wiggled around feeling the glow of his face glued to his hungry hole.
Skip kept wiping precum from his own cock and rubbing Cooper's hole with his sticky juice. Then it happened:
Skip mounted Cooper and .pushed his cock into his ass without showing any mercy.
"What the fuck, are you doing," groaned Coop realizing Skip was fucking him.
"I hadda get in there Coop. You are so fucking hot. I just had to see what your hole felt like. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you. Take it out."
"Okay"
Skip pulled out and snuggled up to Cooper like a whipped puppy. "I'm sorry."
"Stop, that is nothing, we are having dirty sex, so stuff is going to happen."
"Really."
"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm saying, but it's okay."
"I would rather suck dick anyway," said Skip. "I am a cum pig, yeaaah nice balls. I bet there're full. " "They are."
Cooper slid off the bed and stood on the floor. Skip on his knees, wrapped one arm around Cooper's backside holding him so he couldn't pull away. His balls twitch in rhythm with Skip's mouth.
Cooper wished now that he hadn't told Skip to be still. He longed to hear him begging for cum. It turned him on as much as the actual blowjob. Skip sucked cock differently than other gay men. Skipper had no gag reflex evident by choking. He could swallow and breathe at the same time with cock in his throat.
"Do you have any idea how great that feels being eaten alive with a tongue of silk and lips like cherries?" He told Skip hardly able to get out the words.
Skip stopped sucking and stared up at the man he longed to call `daddy'.
"Can I talk now?"
"Sure Skipper, tell me what you want. I know what you want, but I like hearing it."
"I'm a pig."
"I know baby."
Skip had Cooper actually trembling. He had met his match when it came to saying the right thing at the right time. He started to cum without touching himself.
"Get on it skip, I can't control it. You are too fucking talented for me to compete with."
Skip immediately caught gobs and spurts he called "Cooper cum" and finished him off by masturbating him first with his lips and then with his hand. He milked Coop's cock until nothing was left to eat.
"Are you ok?" Asked Skip
"No, I am fuckin drained. I don't have to die. I already know what heaven is like,"
"I did my best,"
"You sure as hell don't need any rehearsal."
"Really?"
"Don't comment right now," mumbled Cooper – just don't talk."