@thecoopreturns
Dylan sat down on his front porch, excitedly leaning over to look for Cooper’s car. He had been looking for something to do tonight, his original plans just involved his bed and a 10-inch dildo so getting to just spend the night being absolutely railed by the older Anderson sounded like a huge step up. He rubbed his bare thighs a little for warmth, the cool evening air making the hair on his legs stand up. He’d dressed in possibly the sluttiest outfit he owned, a skin-tight croptop that stopped just above his navel and a pair of shorts that were so short he had no choice but to wear a jockstrap under it since any boxers would be peeking out the legs. He didn’t even bother with shoes or socks, figuring he wasn’t gonna be doing much walking. He could feel a few eyes on him from some of their neighbours but he managed to ignore them, his focus on the road in front of his house.
Eventually, a car pulled up to park right out the front of his house and the grin that came over Dylan’s face could light the whole town. He stood up, adjusting his shorts just a little in a way that really made it clear how tiny they were and walked over to the door. He leaned on the side of the car and opened the door, looking in and seeing Cooper somehow looking even hotter than he did on the soaps “Glad you took me up on my offer… and so quickly, which is good cos I think Mr Finkle across the road was 5 minutes away from offering me a lick of his special ice cream” he said as he climbed into the car, leaning over to kiss Cooper’s cheek “So, did my fit meet your expectations?”
