July 4th
2007-07-07 @ 9:35 a.m.

Cooper is back. Unfortunately not for anything positive. A family member is in a bad way and he's needed. He flew back on Sunday and went straight to the hospital. He called Steve and I and he'll be crashing with one (or both) of us for a few weeks. He might be moving back east. He brings his laptop to the hospital and he's banging out an updated resume. I feel really bad for him. It's a stressful situation.

That's where I come in. Neither Steve nor I brought it up considering the situation but Cooper did make it quite clear he's interested in continuing our "get-togethers." Steve told him it was fine with us but it is his (Cooper's) call. No pressure from either Steve or myself.

Chris and I made a number of tentative plans since our last date but each plan has fell through for one reason or another. We did have a nice, long chat the other night. It is the most intimate we've been in months. It was a good, comfortable chat, nothing about the past.

I began this post a few days ago so I may as well fill you in on my 4th of July. We did the party thing and the fireworks thing with a few friends and then retired to Steve's.

Cooper was there, watching a movie and relaxing after another stressful day. He didn't seem a bit randy so I freshened-up and put on the PJ's I usually wear when I stay with Steve (read: tee- shirt and panties).

I sat down next to Cooper and we finished watching the movie. I yawned and said I was going to bed. Cooper looked at Steve and asked: "Do you mind if I....you know."

"Be my guest," answered Steve. "Mi Piper su Piper."

Now, if Steve treated me like property in our everyday life....lets just say we would no longer have an everyday life. He'd be gone. I have to say, though, when done in context, it can be quite the turn-on.

Steve stayed in the living room and watched television while Cooper and I went to the bedroom. He had his tongue in my mouth and his hand in my panties before we reached the bed.

"You're soaking wet," he said.

"That's very observant. What are you going to do about it?"

Cooper pushed my onto the bed and proceeded to finger-fuck me until I almost came. Then it was his turn. I freed his cock from his shorts and told him to sit on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and went down on him. As I noted before, Cooper is big, both in length and girth. Despite his size, I was somewhat successful in deep-throating him. This strange because I usually have trouble with that particular skill when working on Steve, who is a good two inches smaller than Cooper. It may have something to do with the curve of Steve's cock. Steve has a pronounced curve and Cooper's is less pronounced. However, I'm guessing you don't really care about penile angles and trajectories.

After the head, Cooper, as he likes to say, put me through my paces. I received his cock from behind, from on top and in the missionary position. We even tried reverse cowgirl, not one of my favorite positions.

I also like the fact that Cooper is not embarrassed to ask what I like or to tell me what he desires. He's pretty unabashed about it all, which always results in more pleasure. Why spend valuable sex time engaged in something one of the participants doesn't really enjoy? I've never understood why people aren't more open about this type of thing.

"Do you want it hard or soft," he asked.

"Hard," I replied.

Cooper flipped me over onto my hands and knees and grabbed my hips. He thrust harder and harder, keeping me at the edge of a climax. I could do nothing but bury my face in a pillow and emit high-pitched squeals.

Then, he reached down and rubbed my clitoris, finally bringing me to two quick orgasms.

"Can I cum on you?"

"Do whatever you want," I replied, in no condition to argue.

Cooper pulled out, rubbed his cock against my ass. I looked back at him. He concentrated on watching his cock against my ass and sounded as if he were hyperventilating. He looked at me and I smiled. He then shot what felt like a massive load all over my back.

Once he caught his breath, he grabbed a towel and cleaned me. Quite gentlemanly of him, I thought. You have to admire a man that was taught to pick-up after himself.