#dannyboy cooper

Øystein "Euronymous" Aarseth - Lords of Chaos I think Euro is above average for sure, but not by too much. Enough to slam into your cervix and hurt, though, which he'd do all the time bc he likes to watch you squirm and hear you scream.

Danny Cooper - Intruders This whiny little baby has got a slightly below average, smooth package and by that I mean, it's the same girth along the whole length, no flare on either end, and not veiny at all. He'd have the perfect dick for deep throating and anal.

Clyde - Electrik Children Clyde's got a long, less girthy cock. It'll hit your cervix every time he even comes close to bottoming out, which makes riding him a very intense experience.

Oliver Sway - The Song of Sway Lake Sweet boy's got a regular sized dick, but it curves upwards and hits your g-spot every time. He wouldn't even have to know how to use it, he's got the kind of dick that does the work for him.

Charlie Walker - Scream 4 Charlie's got the boyfriend dick. The kind that feels like it fits like a glove, nestled perfectly in between your thighs.

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home Biggest dick out of all of them, for sure, and this man likes to hurt you with it. Whether you're fucking, or giving him head, he's slamming into you until you beg him to stop.

Mike - 5lbs of pressure Mikey's got an average sized cock, but he's still careful with it. I think that he thinks it's above average, and he fucks like it's big, getting you all ready for him with his fingers and tongue and checking on you once he bottoms out. You'd always be taken care of and certainly wouldn't have any complaints.

Danny Cooper

Nobody in Danny's life knew about his days before moving to Louisiana.

It was intentional in a way, to keep him from thinking about it and avoid answering questions that he certainly had no intention of answering.

He'd grown up in Utah, on a compound where he lived with his family and many others. It was a small community obsessed with faith and worship. Families were big and houses were modest. The church was open at all hours and was guaranteed to have at least one person inside, praying or begging for forgiveness.

Danny had been raised to hold his belief in god over all. Nothing was more important than the word of the holy texts or the ramblings of the community priest. He hadn't known any better than to follow the guidance of father Mitchel. No one had.

Still, there was a part of him that had doubts. That couldn't fathom how a god who was supposed to love him could condone corporal punishment or some of the others things that happened behind closed doors in that church.

Slowly, resentment built.

He didn't learn anything about the world outside the compound until he was in his late teens and about to be matched with a wife. It wasn't that he hadn't liked the girl that his parents had picked for him. She was plenty pretty, and nice enough, but there was no spark. No excitement. No love. No awareness that what was happening was wrong.

So, when he caught one of the older kids sneaking away in the dead of night with a backpack and ramblings of a world of possibilities, Danny didn't even think about it. He just went with him.

He'd grown tired of living in fear.

Of repenting the only way he knew how for every little mistake.

Tired of asking for forgiveness. Of spilling his guts every Tuesday in the stuffy confessional only for him to be punished as penance the second he walked out.

The boy he'd left with had more sense than he had, and was armed with a plan and a rusty old truck hidden in the cornfields, to Danny's surprise. The two of them had experience with farm work and traded labor for room and board, coasting from town to town until they went their separate ways.

It had been overwhelming at first.

Danny had no idea what he wanted from life or who he wanted to be. All he knew for sure, was that it was exhilarating to be free like that. To meet people who hadn't grown up in the same environment and listen to their stories. Hear their beliefs.

He'd spent years drifting, learning and un-learning, before he settled.

He stopped praying long ago. Why bother, when the sky seemed to be deaf. But Christ. Sometimes, it felt like his soul was on it's knees, begging for a way out. He wondered if, it too, had scars indented in it's skin from kneeling on grains of rice instead of the grain of a wooden pew.

Did his soul feel the welts on the back of his hands if he missed a word in a prayer? Did it experience the same fear whenever it saw a ruler?

Could his soul feel shame?

And, fuck. That was the worst of it. Wasn't it? The shame?

He'd never stop feeling guilty for sleeping in on a Sunday instead of getting up for mass or waking up next to someone without a matching gold ring in his bed.

But, it went both ways though, didn't it? His hands would always twitch to do the sign of the cross when he passed a church on his drive to work but giving in felt like admitting defeat. Like the years he'd spent trying to forget everything that came before he left had been wasted if he allowed anything to bleed through.

Despite wanting to start over, he still found himself looking for religion in every face that graced the pillow next to his. A part of him felt like he needed to fill the cavity that the church had carved out of his insides. Like he'd always feel hollow and empty without it. It made it hard to love without putting his partners on a pedestal. Hard to accept love as anything other than conditional.

But he'd found a way to offset the emptiness, even if only a little bit. Delivering meals to the seniors in the neighborhood gave him purpose. Every spark of warmth from a grateful smile and the feeling of being useful helped fill the void.

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