Son of An American Housewife Part 13 Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com Cooper had discovered just how different things could be with Franklin. Franklin listened when Cooper talked. Oliver always just ignored Cooper. Franklin always asked Cooper what he wanted to do, Oliver always just did what he wanted. And when Franklin crawled into Cooper's bed, Cooper didn't have to wonder what new and possibly painful way he was about to be embarrassed. Franklin was a gentle and attentive lover.
Franklin had grown so much over the previous summer. He was tall and slim. And when he eased his big cock into Cooper's right ass, all Cooper could think of was how different it felt then when Oliver used to jam it in. Cooper used to think that he got off on Oliver's abuse and aggression, but now he lived only for Franklin's gentle kisses on the back of his neck.
And for what it was worth, Oliver couldn't hide his jealousy. And Cooper relished in it. At first, Oliver would still slip into Cooper's bed and force his way into Cooper's ass. Cooper would lay quietly and take Oliver's big dick. But when Franklin learned of this, he took Cooper to task. Franklin saw this as part of the larger problem. Oliver led Cooper around like a dog on a lead. And Cooper let him. Franklin encouraged Cooper to stand up for himself. And it was this encouragement that gave Cooper the courage to do just that.
Drawing strength from Franklin, Cooper rolled over in bed to face Oliver when he felt him crawl into bed. "Go away Oliver. I'm not in the mood." Oliver smiled. Oliver's face instantly contorted into his signature shit-eating grin. This was the smile that Cooper used to love, but now it turned his stomach. "Come on.." Oliver started. "You know that's not how this works." Oliver reached to pull down Cooper's pajama bottoms, but Cooper recoiled, drawing his blankets up to his chest in a childish defense mechanism. "Well....this..." Cooper said, "doesn't work for me anymore."
Oliver stopped smiling. Cooper had never seriously resisted him before. Ever. On anything. And Oliver didn't really understand it now. Oliver's face contorted into anger. "Do you really think you have a choice?" Oliver said as he got up on his knee on the bed and quickly moved his face close to Cooper's. "You know how it is with us." Oliver said as he yanked away Cooper's blanket and began pawing at Cooper's crotch. Cooper began to get up, but Oliver quickly put his arm on Cooper's chest, pushing him down onto his back in the bed. Oliver maintained his arm on Cooper's chest, now holding him down. Cooper was startled, and also genuinely afraid. Oliver was a small guy, but he had gotten taller over the summer. And leaner. And more muscled. And while he was still a small guy, Cooper was smaller. More just slim than lean. And between that and Oliver's alpha personality, Cooper wasn't able to push Oliver off of him.
Oliver leaned harder on top of Cooper. Cooper had to try harder just to breathe. Cooper tried meekly to resist, but he found Oliver was unfazed by Cooper clawing at his arms and chest. Cooper felt dread seem into his brain as he felt Oliver roughly yanking down his pajama bottoms. He felt the cold night air on his exposed ass. He knew what was about to happen. Oliver would roughly ram his big dick up Cooper's ass. It would sting, as Oliver would not apply lube. But Cooper had been through this so many time that it didn't even hurt that much anymore. He hated Oliver for what he was about to do. Or at least, for what he thought he was about to do. But instead of his cock, Oliver shoved three of the fingers on his right hand deep into Cooper. Cooper yelped, though the sound was muffled by Cooper's difficulty filling his lungs. The pain was instant and intense, though the endorphins rushing through Cooper's blood stream lessened his experience of pain. The terror was very real. Cooper knew instantly. Oliver wasn't trying to get his rocks off, he was trying to inflict pain. Maybe that had been true before and maybe not. But this time, Oliver's intensions were clear.
Oliver maintained intense eye contact as he slipped an additional finger inside, causing another strained cry from Cooper. Oliver had done plenty of things to Cooper's ass before. His cock, the cocks of others. Fingers. Toys. But this time seemed so different. There was no part of Cooper that wanted this. And as Oliver forced the four fingers of his hand past his knuckles, Cooper felt the pain stab upward through his abdomen and into his burning lungs. Cooper wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He thought he might pass out. And then he heard Franklin's voice calling his name.
This wasn't just in his mind. Oliver heard it too. Franklin was walking toward them from the hall. Perhaps paradoxically, Oliver (who had no sense of shame) quickly yanked his hand out of Cooper and removed his arm from Cooper's chest, propping himself up over Cooper. The simultaneous relief of pressure from his chest and the removal of Oliver's fist from his guts sent Cooper gasping for air while also breathing a sigh of relief. Oliver smiled as Franklin rounded the corner.
"Cooper?" Franklin said. He was calm. But he had that confused look on his face that he often had. "Oh hey Franklin." Oliver said jovially.
"You're just in time. Cooper and I were just about to have some fun." Oliver looked slyly back at Cooper. "You should join us again." Cooper looked at Oliver. He was so frightening. Cooper thought that Oliver must be capable of anything. "Is that true Cooper?" Franklin asked earnestly. "Are you okay?" Cooper looked past Oliver to Franklin. Franklin's face was so kind. Franklin was so kind. Cooper now worried no only what Oliver might do to him. But what he might do to Franklin. A tear dripped down Cooper's face as he nodded his head in the affirmative. "It's ok, Franklin." Cooper whispered. Oliver gave Cooper a smirk before turning back toward Franklin. "You heard him, Franklin. He want's it....Lets both give it to him at the same time." Oliver pulled down the front of his sleep pants revealing his thick erection. Oliver put his face close to Cooper, as close as it had been just a minute before as he had shoved his fist into Cooper's hole. Cooper couldn't see Franklin anymore. Oliver's face took up his entire field of vision. He could see only that smirk as he felt the familiar touch of the head of Oliver's fat cock against his hole.
Cooper's hole was sore and puffy from the abuse earlier, but Oliver's cock didn't hurt as much going in as his hand had. Cooper closed his eyes, but Oliver muttered lowly, "look at me." Cooper opened his eyes. Oliver needed the eye contact to get off. Cooper felt the bed shift under him. He couldn't see it, but he knew Franklin had climbed in with them. He was going to join them like Oliver had suggested. Cooper didn't blame Franklin. He wasn't good at picking up signals or social cues. Cooper had told him everything was okay. Franklin, who took everything at face value, had no reason to suspect otherwise.
Cooper remembered what Oliver had suggested. Double penetration. Cooper knew it would hurt. His ass was already on fire. But it wouldn't be the first time. At least Cooper could focus on Franklin. The realized he loved Franklin. Maybe as much as he now hated Oliver. Oliver smiled down at him as his slid his cock in and out of his ass. But then there was a glimmer of confusion on Oliver's face. "Franklin...no that's me... you're...." and then Oliver's mouth drew wide, like he was going to scream, but nothing came out. Oliver stumbled forward and fell into Cooper, his cock slipped out of Cooper's ass as he did. Cooper could now see Franklin looming over both of them. He was nude, but Cooper could only see his head and his broad shoulders (which seemed to be getting broader by the day). Franklin flashed him a little smile. Cooper filled with love.
Then Oliver finally managed to spit out his words, "Franklin! Stop....I don't.....I don't do that...." Cooper finally realized what was happening. Franklin, rather than sidle up behind Oliver to force his own cock along side Oliver's inside of Cooper, had instead, slipped his own fat cock into Oliver. Slipped isn't exactly the right word. Franklin had shown more mercy than Oliver, having rubbed a little lube on the tip of his cock before he quickly found Oliver's hole with the slippery tip before pushing hard, inserting a couple of inches inside Oliver's virgin hole.
When Oliver, in shock, fell forward, Franklin pushed himself forward, falling hard on top of Oliver (and Cooper). The momentum forced the entire length of Franklin's cock deep inside Oliver. Oliver, who had been rendered momentarily mute by the pain, had finally began panting for Franklin to stop. Upon hearing this, Franklin looked past Oliver toward Cooper. Franklin's smile reassured the shocked Cooper. Cooper, perhaps instinctually, wrapped his arms over Oliver's biceps and grasped his hands behind Oliver's back, rendering him unable to wiggle out of Franklin's grasp. As Oliver once again protested, "take it out....take it out!", Franklin leaned close, putting his mouth next to Oliver's ear. "We are just having fun."
Cooper and Franklin now worked as a team. Cooper held Oliver in place with his arms, while Franklin used his own weight to hold Oliver down as he pumped his hips into him. Oliver continued to welp and beg for mercy. But Franklin just looked at Cooper. Cooper was so grateful to Franklin for saving him. Franklin unclenched Cooper's hands from one another so that he could take one of Cooper's hands in his own. They felt close. Franklin also used their clenched hands to give himself leverage as he gave Oliver the justice he so dearly had coming. After several minutes, Oliver stopped begging for mercy, and even stopped trying to get away. Eventually, Oliver's body went limp, as he resigned himself to what was happening. Oliver just turned his head away from Cooper to hide his shame. Cooper whispered into Oliver's ear, "Look at me."