Son of An American Housewife part 12
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Cooper was completely smitten with Franklin. They had fallen into a comfortable routing. As both boys were still living at the Otto's home, they often found themselves either alone or nearly alone at home. Cooper couldn't get enough of Franklin's body. And Franklin, though he rarely showed emotion, was also very into it. Franklin had a secret corner of the attic that he used as a sort of club house. It was here that the two typically snuck away just long enough for Cooper to suck a creamy load of jizz out of Franklin's dick.
But even better, Cooper had found Franklin was a salve to his caustic relationship with Oliver. More and more, Franklin's gentle and tender nature was the antithesis of Oliver. Oliver was bossy and impatient. Oliver only ever worried about getting himself off. Franklin frequently asked how Cooper was doing, asked if something felt good, and always wanted to cuddle at least a little after he shot his load in one of Cooper's holes.
At least two or three times per week, Oliver would wake Cooper up by climbing on top of him in bed and slipped his unlubed cock forcefully up Cooper's butt. This experience, which had once been what Cooper lived for, now made him think only of Franklin's gentle touch. Cooper no longer cooed softly when Oliver violated him. Instead, Cooper made a point not to make a sound, not wanting to give Oliver the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. This only made Oliver fuck harder. Maybe that's what Cooper wanted in some deeply repressed section of his psyche. As a way to spite Oliver, Cooper now liberally lubed his own asshole each night before going to bed (just in case Oliver chose to rape him while he slept).
But now, Cooper had his own routine independent of Oliver. On rape mornings, Oliver would roughly fuck Cooper until he came inside, then climb off and begin his day. On these morning, Cooper would now skip his morning school classes and stay home. Once the house was empty, Cooper would text Franklin, who would skip gym class and rush home to meet Cooper, who would be waiting naked in bed. Franklin was a boy of few words, and the two boys found they didn't need many words. Cooper had quickly taught Franklin what he liked, and Franklin was very amenable. Franklin would quickly undress as Cooper would roll onto his side facing away from Franklin. Cooper would feel the weight shift on the bed as Franklin climbed in. It was the same sound and feeling as when Oliver would climb into the bed.
But that was where the similarities between Franklin and Oliver ended. Instead a quick push resulting in Oliver's massive cock slipping all the way inside Cooper's hole, roughly smashing against his prostate, Franklin would gently placed the head of his thick cock at the edge of Cooper's hole. Since these encounters always came shortly after a session with Oliver, Cooper's hole was already lubed and loosened when Franklin arrived. So Franklin would gently push into Cooper, whose hole would easily relent to accommodate Franklin's thickness. Rather than shove himself in roughly like Oliver, Franklin would take a long pause, letting Cooper adjust, before sliding another inch in. Franklin was gentle and patient. Once Franklin had finally slid his entire length inside Cooper, he would speak quietly into Cooper's ear, "ready?" Cooper would silently shake his head, his eyes closed, and then collapse into ecstasy as Franklin began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Cooper's ass.
Having only ever had Oliver and the rough men he chose up his ass, Cooper had not realized how different fucking could be. With Franklin, Cooper had discovered just how pleasurable and intense it could be. He had also discovered just how long it could last.
Oliver had a big dick, but Cooper had come to understand that perhaps Oliver didn't know how to use it. Compared to Franklin's skills, Oliver was clumsy and selfish and quick to cum. Cooper had just assumed that one could only fuck for a couple of minutes at most before cumming. This was usually how long it took once Oliver got inside for him to bust and be done. But Cooper had marveled as Franklin seemed to be able to go on forever. In fact, Franklin apparently could usually control it pretty well and Cooper had to tell him when he was ready for him to cum. And once he was ready, Franklin could cum almost on command, needing maybe 30 seconds of slightly faster thrusts before he could squirt.
Franklin was quiet as he pumped into Cooper. Inside Cooper's ass, Oliver's cum from the morning served to lube his guts for Franklin's thick cock. As Franklin gently slid in an out, he placed his hand over Cooper's and laced their fingers together. Cooper never felt safer than with Franklin inside and around him. Cooper allowed himself to drift away into delight. When he glanced at the clock by the bed he realized that Franklin had been inside him for almost an hour. Shocked that time had flown, Cooper said "you can cum now!" Franklin didn't speak, but instead, quickened his pace. Just as he had many times, after perhaps 20 seconds of this faster pace, Franklin grunted quietly as his cock exploded cum deep into Cooper's guts. Franklin left this cock inside Cooper but relaxed his slender hips onto the bed and lay perfectly still behind (but still inside) Cooper. Cooper loved this too. Franklin occasionally began to soften when he left it inside, but more often, his card would remain hard until he pulled it out, removing the stimulus. This time, Franklin's hard cock continued to fill Cooper's ass as the two boys relaxed on the bed. All while Oliver's and Franklin's sperm swam around inside Cooper's guts, looking for an egg they would never find.
Franklin, his hand still in Cooper's, ran their hands along Cooper's tummy. Franklin spoke for the first time since entering the room. "Oh. I see you ejaculated as well. Good." At first Cooper didn't understand but then he looked down and was surprised to see his own cum staining his belly and the bed. He had been so wrapped up in the pleasure that he had cum without even noticing. He smiled and craned his neck around. Franklin, surprisingly, picked up on the social cue and leaned his head over to give Cooper a small kiss. They sat in silence for a while before Franklin said something that almost made Cooper's blood run cold. "We need to talk about Oliver."