"It's Not for Everybody"
Part 8
Several months had gone by and Skip was a regular fixture spending his time with Cooper and Joe. He came and went so often, that Joe gave him a house key. Sometimes he would let himself in the apartment early in the morning and surprise them by preparing breakfast. He was truly a gem and they trusted and loved him dearly.
He kept the apartment sparkling and beyond. He did the laundry, changed bed sheets and pressed clothes that need it. Whenever Coop or Joe left a dirty dish anywhere, Skip washed it and put it away. It was not his job duty, but that didn't matter.
Saturday morning at breakfast time, there was a tap on the door. Skip had been out walking and thinking. He felt drawn like a magnet to where he was secure, and that was with Joe and Cooper.
"Hey, "Skipper, just in time, the old lady is making waffles, sit your butt down and I'll pass the bacon and syrup. "Pour the guy some coffee, Joe said to Cooper.
"I ain't hungry, dad," said Skip.
"Oh Jesus, he's calling me `dad' – what's up?"
Cooper recognized that something wasn't right. They had become so close, they could sense hurt, just being near him.
"I lost my job at the hospital. They cut back, changed hours and moved people around. They kept the good people and the driftwood they let go. I guess I am driftwood because I got fired."
"Why don't you get out of that apartment and move in here with us," suggested Joe without even consulting Cooper.
"Awe, I can't do that. You don't have room and I can't pay for room and board. I am not sponging off you guys. You have been so good to me already I won't live long enough to pay pack what I already owe you."
"Joe and I love you, we love you naked and horny," began Cooper, giggling.
"Hey, keep it serious, "barked Joe. "the kid is hurting."
"I know, I am trying to cheer him up by being funny, I guess I am not very good at that."
"That's right, you're not; you're a jerk."
Cooper kissed his freckled cheek and squeezed his hand. They treasured Skip, and there was no hiding it.
"Skip don't worry about the hospital job. Come work for me in Real Estate. We will train you. I will show you how it works and eventually you can become an agent. Whatever you need, I will handle for you."
"I'm scared."
"Well, you're not stupid, and I know you can do it."
"Take the job Skip," said Cooper. You need us and we need you."
"If I am working, than I can keep my apartment."
"You'll have more money for yourself if you live with us. Come and go as you please," said Cooper.
"But – but" – I have no place to sleep."
"Not a problem, we can turn the den into a bedroom."
"You would do that for me?"
"Of course."
"I always wanted to be a house boy, like the Chinese have in the movies." "Sex, we don't talk about to anybody." Joe stressed.
He put Skip on the payroll. Nobody suspected how close they really were. At work they barely spoke. At the dinner table, they were sucking each other's face. Cooper was a part of every dirty game they played as a threesome.
Skip would get under the table and suck their dicks while they tried eating dinner. It was just mischievous fun. However, they ate dinner like an ordinary family, except for a few crazy moments of fooling around...
He was now 28 years old and a heartfelt man. Cooper believed Skip was the best cocksucker on the planet. He never was tired, complained, or failed to be anything but hot, hungry, and thankful.
For the last two years, Skip kept himself active with raging hormones. It made him easy to love. His chest filled out, the freckles faded and his face looked more masculine, every time they kissed him.
His legs tinged with little curls of red circles as well as his chest, created an enormous turn on for Cooper. He would burrow into the red fur patch surrounding Skips plump dick with the pink head breathing in the scent from Skip's red cock hair. "Love it – just love it," he would mumble.
"Great looking hair," Cooper said, trailing the fingers down Skip's chest.
"You always say that."
"It's not a hard thing to do. You are so fuckin sexy."
They finished dinner and Joe went into the living room to watch network news on TV. Skip was clearing the table while Coop watched him move around the kitchen. He knew exactly what Coop wanted from him.
Coop zeroed in on him, as if he was a sexy stranger.
Skip leaned against the counter and put down the dirty plates. "Do you want me to clean up the kitchen first?" he asked.
No answer...
"I should get these dishes in the dishwasher."
No answer...just a glare.
Skip, unbuttoned his pant and let them fall to the floor. He pulled down his underwear and his fleshy cock and large hairy balls hung throbbing surrounded by a patch of red fur... "Okay, It's yours Coop," – he whispered spreading his legs inviting Cooper to take what he wanted.
Coop fondled his cock and held his plump balls in his hand, before making any moves. That lasted about two seconds before Cooper was under Skip's balls with his mouth and licking the hair on his ass.
This did not happen often, but when it did, somebody always demanded more. Cooper straightened himself and pulled Skip's underwear back to where it belonged.
"That's it; a lick is all you want?"
"Yes, my red fuzzy hero. I just felt like a taste."
Skip and Cooper working together, put the kitchen back in order and the dishwasher rumbled spraying hot water doing the work left behind.
Coop went into the living room and snuggled up to Joe on the sofa. They often held each other for no particular reason. They remained forever connected.
Skip brought them dessert and a shot of crème de menthe. He loved being a part of their family. They were sluts of a feather and belonged together.
"Move daddy one," said Skip to Joe, getting between them on the sofa.
Skip has showered in the morning, but worked all day in the underwear that covered his cock and balls. Cooper loved smelling him.
"Fuck, you are so hot," Joe said putting his hand on Skip's thigh.
"Coop just licked my balls in the kitchen," he mumbled...
"Well, he's a slut," Joe smirked.
Later that evening, they retired to the master bedroom with Skip between the two of them. They kissed and cuddled bodies together in a private ogre of sex and love.
"This was a wonderful evening, whoever you are," mumbled Cooper in Skip's ear, trying to be a comedian.
"Well, I am flexible," admitted Skip. Just a team player with excellent benefits." He backed up against Joe's hard cock dripping precum on the cheeks of his ass. In a matter of seconds, Joe was fucking him from behind. Cooper's head was between his legs sucking strong and firm for a load of cum. Skip made everything in their lives better.
"I am up to my balls in warm apple pie," admitted Joe taking it up a notch. He had cum inside Skip, and then drifted off to sleep.
"Good night, baby," whispered Cooper after getting the load he wanted.
Skipper fell asleep wedged between Cooper and Joe.
The rest of America didn't mean a damn thing.