Son of An American Housewife Part 15
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It had been days since Franklin and Cooper had taught Oliver a valuable lesson. After boys had used and abused Oliver, they had left him naked, his ass stinging from the brutal pounding he had received. His nose runny and eyes watering, the taste of both boy's DNA and his own ass still in his mouth. Oliver didn't say anything, he just lay there, staring off into the distance. Oliver didn't come to the dinner table that night, and when it was time for bed, Cooper noticed that Oliver had simply gone off to his bed without a word.
After two days of this silence, Cooper started to worry that they had gone too far. Oliver was a cruel sexual sadist, and certainly deserved what he had gotten and more. Moreover, they had not done anything to Oliver that Oliver had not done to Cooper (or had done to Cooper) countless times before. But still, Cooper began to worry about Oliver's silence. Cooper wanted to say something, but he didn't know how. Franklin, who wasn't really good at reading people, had little constructive advice to offer.
It was around 4am on the third day when Cooper was roused from a sound sleep and immediately felt the pressure of someone hovering over him. Just as he was about to cry out in panic, a boney hand with long fingers gently covered his mouth and muffled his cry. The room was dark, and before Cooper's eyes could adjust, he felt a sensation he didn't recognize at first. Then he immediately understood what was happening as he felt a warmth and then a tightness around his cock (which he only now realized was erect).
The figure over him, he only now was starting realize, was riding his dick. His first thought was that it was Franklin, though this didn't seem like his modus operandi. The figure had slid up and down on his cock four times before Cooper's eyes adjusted enough to realize that it was not Franklin who was fucking himself on Cooper's cock, but Oliver.
Cooper couldn't see Oliver's face in the darkness, but he knew his slight frame well enough to know it was him. What Cooper couldn't understand was why he was doing this. Oliver had never expressed any interest in being a bottom. As far as Cooper knew, Franklin's was the first cock that had ever been up Oliver's ass. And that was under duress. So why Oliver was doing this now made no sense. Oliver usually got off controlling someone, manipulating them, coercing them into doing something they may or may not want to do, but here, there was none of that.
Cooper was startled more than scared, and after initially trying to sit up (perhaps in protest) he lay back and let Oliver do his thing. Oliver's ass felt amazing on his dick. Oliver still had his hand on Cooper's mouth. It wasn't forceful. Cooper felt that he could have easily broken free if he had wanted to, but he didn't rather he just lay back. After less than a minute, Cooper heard Oliver's breath quicken. The room was quiet, so the sound of Oliver's breathing was the only thing to hear. Oliver let out a quiet grunt and Cooper felt a warm wetness splatter across his smooth chest. Without seeing, Cooper knew what had happened. Oliver had ejaculated hard onto Cooper's chest as he rode his dick. But then Cooper realized that while Oliver's one had was still on his mouth, the other was resting gently on Cooper's shoulder, clearly to brace himself as he rode. Cooper (who had never been the best at deductive reasoning) realized that this meant that Oliver had not been stroking himself as he rode. No. Once again, as he had days earlier as Franklin had railed into him, Oliver had cum without manual stimulation. The force of the cock in his ass alone had once again pushed him to climax.
Cooper expected Oliver to stop now that he had cum, but rather than stop, he sped up. Oliver began bouncing harder, sliding up and down on Cooper's hardness. It was another two minutes or so before Cooper felt the cum welling up inside him. Cooper grunted into Oliver's hand as he cum shot deep inside of Oliver's ass. Once Oliver felt that Cooper was coming, he pressed down hard into Cooper's hips and held that position. The goal was to get Cooper as deep inside as possible and keep him there.
After what seemed like a long time, Oliver finally gently rose off of Cooper's dick (which was now beginning to soften). Oliver finally removed his hand from Cooper's mouth. Cooper thought about saying something but couldn't think of what. The shadowy figure of Oliver produced something from behind him. When it touched him, Cooper realized it was a towel. Oliver had brought a towel for clean up. This had been planned. Definitely not some sudden impulsive urge. Oliver wiped away the rapidly cooling jizz from Cooper's chest and belly and gently wiped away the cum and lube from Cooper's dick before finally rising from the bed and moving toward the door.
Just before Oliver disappeared through the dark doorway, he turned toward Cooper (Cooper couldn't see this, but could tell from the direction of the sound that Oliver was now facing him) and said quietly, "Thank you" before closing the door quietly and going to bed. Cooper's brain was awash with endorphins. He couldn't really make sense of what had just happened, even as the blood (which had previously been occupied elsewhere) began flowing back to his brain. It took a long time for Cooper to go back to sleep.