Nifty Archivist, please add this to my series Son of an American housewife under the gay celebrity section. Thanks!
Son of an American Housewife Part 4
Usually disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Since their first encounter at the beginning of the summer, Oliver and Cooper had fallen into a comfortable routine. During the day, they never spoke about their sexual encounters (the family made enough jokes about them being boyfriends as it was). But at night, after everyone had gone to bed and the house was silent, Cooper would listen for the sound of Oliver hopping out of his top bunk and onto the floor next to Cooper's lower bunk. Then he would listen for the rustle of fabric as Oliver quickly stripped naked before slipping Cooper would feel Oliver's weight shift on the bed as he climbed in. From here, it was always the same, but always great. Oliver and Cooper would gently suck one another's dicks. Oliver's was much larger, but Oliver never made Cooper feel inadequate. Then Oliver would silently rim Cooper while his eyes rolled back into his head. Then Oliver would gently penetrate Cooper's ass with his huge cock, trying to go shallow on the strokes to make it less painful for Cooper. Ultimately, Oliver would cum inside Cooper's ass, gently kiss him on the lips, and then steal back up to his own bed. Cooper secretly waited for bed time eagerly each night.
But lately, he and Oliver had been snappy with one another. Cooper felt Oliver was spending too much time with his new boss Trevor. Cooper felt slighted. Oliver felt smothered So they had been arguing more and more. So much so that tonight they had gotten into a full grown shouting match and Cooper had gone to bed angry. They two hadn't spoken for a couple of hours before bed and Cooper had decided that as much as he wanted to feel Oliver's weight on top of him, when Oliver came knocking tonight, Cooper would give him no quarter.
An hour went by, and Cooper decided that since he hadn't heard Oliver jumping out of bed, he must be as mad as Cooper and decided not to even try. While Oliver was received, he was also a little sad. He kind of wanted to be the one to say no. That would show Oliver. Also, part of him (the part currently erect between his legs) wanted not to turn Oliver away. Cooper rolled over, frustrated, too frustrated even to jerk off, and starred at the wall until he fell asleep.
Cooper woke to the feeling of someone crawling into the bed. He started to roll over onto his back so he could see Oliver, but he felt Oliver's hand on his shoulder, keeping him from rolling. "Look Oliver, I'm not in the mood." Cooper said quietly. Oliver was silent except to quietly "shh" Cooper. Cooper felt Oliver grab the waist of Cooper's silk pajama bottoms and begin to pull them down over his narrow hips. Cooper again tried to roll onto his back as he again, more firmly this time said, "Oliver, I'm really not in the mood tonight." But Cooper was cut off as Oliver put his long, boney fingers over Cooper's mouth to stifle him. Cooper felt Oliver's mouth near his ear as Oliver whispered, "Shut up and let me do it."
Cooper was a little panicked. Oliver was always aggressive and dominant, but never like this. Oliver sounded angry. Cooper tried to roll over again onto his back, but Oliver was surprisingly strong as he pushed Cooper into the wall. Cooper felt the tip of Oliver's cock (now familiar to him) press against the edge of his hole. With no rimming like he usually got, no spit, no lube, Cooper winced as Oliver pushed into him. Cooper tried to cry out in pain, but it was muffled by Oliver's hand still firmly over his mouth.
As Oliver pushed further into him, Cooper was powerless to escape. He felt like Oliver was damaging his insides. It didn't feel good at all. Just pain. He was scared. He felt betrayed that his friend, who he had started sharing his body with, would just take it like this. As Oliver began to thrust in and out, he spat quietly into Cooper's ear, repeating, "Just let me do it." Over and over again.
It felt like a long time, but in reality it was only a minute, maybe too. As Oliver hate fucked into Cooper, he quickly approached the finish line and grunted hard as he emptied his young balls into Cooper. Once Oliver was finished, he pulled out and Cooper was thankful for the relief. Oliver's massive cock left him feeling empty and raw. Oliver finally removed his hand from Cooper's mouth and eased of off him as he climbed out of the bed. As Oliver dressed, Cooper kept staring at the wall, unsure of what to say, tears sticking to his face, his hole still on fire.
"I hate it when we fight." Oliver said softly before climbing back into his top bunk. It took Cooper a long time to go to sleep.
The next morning, Cooper woke up and thought maybe it had all been a bad dream before realizing that his pajama bottoms were still wrapped around his knees and Oliver's dried cum was sticking to his legs, hole, and sheets. Just then, the bedroom door opened and Cooper scrambled to cover himself with the sheets. It was Oliver, holding a tray of food. Cooper quickly turned to face the wall, angry at Oliver and embarrassed.
"Hey buddy" Oliver said, setting the tray down next to the bed. "I know you aren't feeling good today so I brought you some breakfast in bed. Just like your housekeeper used to do every morning. I know how much you like it."
Cooper rolled over to face Oliver, shooting daggers. He was so man and betrayed.
"Look," Oliver said sheepishly, never breaking eye contact. "I wanted to say I am sorry.....for fighting with you."
Cooper didn't have the emotional intelligence to sort out all that he was feeling. What Oliver had done was such a betrayal. Any even if he was really was apologizing for last night, was an apology enough? And perhaps worse, as he thought back on Oliver forcing himself inside, after Cooper had said no, and hurting him, actually hurting him, Cooper could feel himself getting hard under the sheets. Rather than sort it all out, Cooper grabbed a piece of bacon and stared at Oliver as he ate it. Oliver smiled that beaming disarming smile of his and patted on Cooper head like a dog before condescending saying, "That's a good boy."