Page 19 of Relief Pitcher

Cooper kissed me like he had nothing better to do. Like we were teenagers and kissing was the journey and the destination. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like that, if ever. Being a gay teen in small-town Dahlia Springs hadn’t left room for much. Most people weren’t out back then, so quick hand jobs in the locker room had been my sexual bread and butter for a couple of years.

Cooper kissed a path down my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him close.

“I got off in the shower, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue going again.”Seriously, brain?

Cooper aimed a mischievous smile at me. “That makes two of us.”

“Okay, that’s hot.” I pulled him in for another wet kiss as we stood there groping each other, our dicks doing their best to get hard, pressed between our bodies. I was ready to get to the sex, but each time I tried to strip off a piece of Cooper’s clothing, he grabbed my hands and kissed me deeply, trailing his fingertips down my side.

I wasn’t sure if my urge to move forward had more to do with habit or avoiding the intensity of whatever was happening between us. I reminded myself it wasn’t some quick hookup with someone I met off an app. I was helping Cooper get his groove back, and if that meant being thorough, I could be patient. I was used to hurried sex, but there was nothing hurried about Cooper’s movements.

Cooper must’ve had his fill of making out because he lifted my shirt—well,hisshirt—over my head and gently pushed me onto the bed. He teased my nipples with his tongue and fingers before moving to take the pajamas off me. He hissed when he discovered I was going commando.

“Didn’t want to put dirty underwear back on. Even pretty ones.”

“Lucky me.” He kissed across my stomach.

“I was tested last month and am on PrEP.”

“I’ve been tested since…and…no one.” He swallowed.

I leaned up and teased my fingers along his side to keep him in the moment. He locked eyes with me and pushed me back on the bed with a hungry kiss. Before I could flip him on his back, he kissed down my body.

He had me writhing on the bed by the time he stood and removed his clothes.

“Jesus.”

“Name’s Cooper, in case you forgot.”

“Smart-ass,” I said, laughing.

“You look surprised,” he said before staring at my dick like it was a four-scoop cone of his favorite flavor.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect.” I had to admit the way he eyed my dick made me feel good. Real good.

“It might’ve been a few years, but this isn’t my first time. I know my way around a man’s body.”

My lips slowly curled into a grin as I tucked my hands behind my head. “All right then. Show me what you got.”

“Gladly.”

I expected him to take the head of my dick in his mouth or lick me from root to tip, but he surprised me again by going straight for my balls. He nuzzled them, played with them, made me wish I stretched regularly so I could spread my legs even wider. I’d forgotten how much I loved having my balls played with. Guys usually went for the kielbasa and left the peanuts alone.

Cooper took his time mouthing his way up my shaft, licking the precum pooling on my tip. He was slow and sure, almost forceful. No, that wasn’t right. Intense. He treated my body more like a temple than I did. He gave me head in a way that was slow and leisurely. A way I hadn’t experienced. I wasn’t used to people taking their time with me.

Alarm bells pinged in my head, but my dick told them to shut up and enjoy it. I wanted Cooper to do whatever he needed to find his groove again because anyone who wanted sex deserved to have it. Not languish away in a remote cabin. And if that meant I had to endure an A+ blowjob, I would happily make the sacrifice.

The pressure built slowly in my gut, pushing outward through my body. Cooper jerked me with sure strokes as he mouthed my balls again.

“So close. Fuck.”

Cooper watched, enraptured, as he jerked the cum from me and it spilled onto my stomach. I arched forward as I succumbed to the pleasure. My muscles contracted better than my last ab workout as my toes curled. I wasn’t sure if the relaxed sigh came from him or me. Jesus, I’d come so hard I would’ve sworn in court that I left my body. That was the only thing that could explain why my first thought was that I wanted to do it again. That wasn’t a line of thinking I was interested in entertaining, so I needed to distract myself.

I sat up and gripped Cooper’s stiff cock. He wrapped his hand around mine, and together, we jerked him until he spilled over our fists.

“That’s a lot of cum,” he said as he looked between us.

“Congratulations, champ. The pipes are cleared.”

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