Mike Cooper
This is another story in a series of short narratives. I have enjoyed writing these one-offs and I hope they are easily digestible but still enjoyable for all of the Literotica readers. Thank you all for putting up with my long stints of time between submissions and special thanks to those who take the extra time to rate, comment, or reach out to me. Super cool of you.
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Mike, he is straight, and while I don't normally ogle or fantasize about straight guys, I am attracted a bit to that more dominant energy. I grew up on a farm, I love trucks, motorcycles, I played football and I love sports. While I am gay - I am very masculine. I mention that about me just to kind of explain, all my friends and social circle are like me. My friends are all "bros" masculine dudes like myself. I just prefer that energy around me more than feminine energy.
Mike was a friend of a friend. I didn't know him very well, but whenever I went to hang out with a specific friend group Mike was always there. He was basically good-looking if you aren't picky; really kind of average. He had brown hair, brown eyes that were kind of large, and was probably 5'10' and he did work out, but primarily cardio stuff a few times a week which barely kept up with the beer and wings he consumed daily. He was not a quiet guy in the corner, but he was never the center of attention either. He seemed to have a hyper-interest in a few things and one of those topics came up, he was intriguing to listen to and watch.
I am not sure why it happened exactly, but I have no regrets. I never really thought of Mike as someone I wanted to hook up with, but I also watched him a fair amount and found that he had a bit of an energy that was just different. He was super into college sports, nerdy sci-fi stuff, and he always wore the same clothes. Not like the exact same shirt, but he had like 5 of the same shirt in different colors and multiple pairs of the same pants in varying colors. I know he didn't date much, didn't talk about hooking up much, but was unquestionably heterosexual. Mike was the most boring dude I ever knew who could also seem interesting if you caught little things he said when people weren't really listening to him.
Every January a group of us went to a Blues game in St. Louis. It started with 5, the next year it was 11. The 3rd year we had 18 people. We broke up into groups of 6 for arrangements, it was just easier than one person trying to get everyone on the same page. We knew which game, what hotel, and the rest was decided by your group, like who would drive, what time time to leave, room situations, etc. I was in a great group with a few of my very besties and Mike was in our group. Totally fine, I liked Mike, he was milquetoast. I didn't even mind when Mike and I got paired up for a room. My 2 besties were bringing their girlfriends so they each got their own room, so Mike and split one. I was openly gay for years, everyone knew it, so I didn't think twice about Mike or anyone else caring about that.
We got into St. Louis, checked in our hotel, we had made such good time that the next closest car of people was an hour behind us. "We could go to the hotel bar and pay $9 a beer or I have my own cooler full right here!" I said to Mike.
"Oh yeah, give me one." He replied.
"Let's chug the first one, set the tone." I said handing him a can. I turned on the tv in our room and flipped it to ESPN. They were playing the highlights of the previous Blues game.
"Yes. I need a hard reset. For some reason long car rides always make me horny." Mike chuckled.
