Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zi...pper. Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light blue cotton briefs, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek's. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the floor with. Incredible. Shannon Miller better start worrying." She's retired," Kelly informed me dryly. "What's the coach answer?" Well, one leg was higher than the other on that swing beneath the bar." It's called a glide." Thanks," I said, and meant it. I was still learning the lingo. "It looked like you struggled a little with your kip." I cocked my head at her and she nodded that I'd used the right word. "Legs were apart when you jumped to the high bar." She nodded again. I think she was agreeing with. “At last,” you sighed. I wrapped my hands in your curls and drew your face to mine. Your extraordinary eyes widened at the feel of our lips meeting. Those first moments exist in my mind as separate freeze frames even as they go by in a blur. Moans came from both of us, our cheeks were wet with tears; yours? Mine? You were not shy and your tongue sought mine. Your response telegraphed your hunger and I felt the mounting evidence of our mutual need as we pressed our bodies tightly against one. He watched me as it went on and said quietly, 'They're fucking'. I turned to look at him, I had heard my own parents use that word, and I knew it was a bad word, so I asked him, 'Is fucking bad'?He laughed out loud, shaking his head, before answering, 'Fucking is good for you, it feels nice and you like it and want more'. I saw as he spoke he was grabbing at himself in a strange excited way, like when my cousin Willie, wanted to go to the bathroom.The dogs stopped fucking and sniffed around,.