As he sat in the bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at Cooper’s slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper loved kissing more than anything, and desperately wanted to kiss Derek, but somehow knew that wasn’t what he wanted. Sex Tilting his head slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached Cooper one day as school let out. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the heated grasp and crushing embrace. “Hey, Coop!” he yelled. It was beyond his wildest dreams. He had piercing, cat-like green eyes with long, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he wasn’t. Students were running about to find their lockers, stow their gear, and locate friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be. Derek’s cock rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked, “are you a fucking fag?” Matt was a crude, stocky type whose brain didn’t even closely match his bulk.
