Son of an American Housewife Part 5
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Oliver and Cooper had fallen into a new routine. On days when they were having fun and getting along, they would go to bed and Oliver would slip down from his top bunk and gently pull down Cooper's pajama bottoms. Oliver would slowly rim Cooper's tight butthole as he gently squeezed his peach fuzz covered butt cheeks. Then Oliver would flip Cooper over and take Cooper's hard cock in his mouth. After several minutes of gently sucking Cooper's dick in the dark, Oliver would gently pull Cooper's knees apart, taking an ankle in each hand, and gently penetrate Cooper with his cock. Oliver would sometimes kiss Cooper's collar bone as he gently fucked him. A helping hand from Oliver and Cooper would spurt cum all over his own chest (or sometimes his fancy silk pajama top). Only after Cooper had finished cumming would Oliver quicken his pace and finish himself inside of Cooper.
Then there were other nights. Nights that came after days when the two young boys weren't getting along. They would argue during the day, and by dinner, Cooper would catch Oliver giving him long, seething glances across the table. On these nights, they would retire to bed as usual, but when Oliver slipped down from his top bunk, there was no gentle sliding down of Cooper's pants, but rather an angry tug to expose Cooper's ass. No rimming, no blow job, no gentle clavicle kisses, just Oliver's slight weight on top of him before a searing pain as Oliver pushed himself inside. Unlike the rest of Oliver's body, his dick was quite large. Without lube or rimming or loosening, Cooper agonized to take Oliver's cock. But unlike the first time Oliver had hate fucked him, Cooper didn't make any attempt to cry out or ask Oliver to stop. He simply buried his face in the pillow until Oliver finished inside of him. Hate fucks usually didn't take very long. Then Oliver would climb off of Cooper and go back to his bunk.
Cooper's dirty secret was that while he really enjoyed the rimming and the blowing and the gentle kisses, he had come to enjoy the hate fucking more than he thought he could. Sometimes he even picked a fight with Oliver during the day in the hopes of turning it into a dark evening. This had worked a few times, and on these nights, Cooper had taken to smearing a dab of petroleum jelly on his hole before bed. To ease the process. If Oliver noticed, he didn't say anything.
But then the boys had moved from Oliver's cramped room down to the basement "apartment" that Cooper's parents' credit cards had paid for. And in less cramped quarters, the two boys had started getting along better. And dark nights pretty much stopped. And while Oliver still crept into Cooper's bed every night, it was always with a gentle touch. Cooper couldn't tell Oliver, but he secretly wanted more "hate fucking." Sensing that something wasn't satisfying Cooper, Oliver had thought about making another visit to Trip's house (Cooper having enjoyed it so much the first time), but instead, he had another idea.
Oliver was secretive, saying only that he had a surprise visiter for Cooper. Cooper didn't even know it was sexual, he just loved surprises. Cooper sat with his feet dangling off the sofa like a child. From upstairs, they heard Oliver's dad's voice call out, "Oliver! Oliver where are you?" "Down here Dad!" Oliver bellowed up the stairs. Cooper heard the sound of Mr. Otto bounding down the stairs before he appeared in the doorway of the "apartment" dressed in his normal boring poor professor suit. "Oliver, what's this text about..." Mr. Otto sounded agitated but he stopped mid sentence when he saw Cooper sitting on the sofa. Mr. Otto straightened up and looked embarrassed. "Hello Cooper. Oliver, can speak privately upstairs?"
Oliver smiled his cocky grin and said, "Whatever you want to talk about we can do it in front of Cooper. He and I have no secrets."
Mr. Otto looked stricken. "No Oliver, I need to discuss the text you sent me. And I don't think we should talk about that in front of Cooper."
"Oh, I sent him that text too." Oliver smirked. At this Mr. Otto's eyes grew wide. Cooper looked confused (his default expression). He looked at his phone and said, "I didn't get any text." At this, Oliver looked at his own phone before playfully saying, "whoops, forgot to hit send." Oliver tapped, there was a whooshing sound from his phone and a near simultaneous buzz of vibration from Cooper's phone. Mr. Otto clambered to snatch Cooper's phone from his hand before he could view the text message (and attached image), but it was too late, as Cooper stood up in reaction to the image, "Oh man!" Cooper said as he looked at Mr. Otto, first in surprise, the slightly up and down in almost admiration. "Wow Mr. Otto." Was all Cooper could manage. The picture showed Mr. Otto in bed, nude, a punch drunk look on his face, while a smiling Cooper held the tip of Mr. Otto's massive erection mere inches from his open mouth.
"Cooper, that's not..." Mr. Otto began, but couldn't finish his sentence. The photographic evidence belied any lie he might try to tell to explain it away. Mr. Otto collapsed to a seated position on the couch. "Don't worry dad," Oliver said as he sat next to his father. He placed a hand on his dad's knee which made Mr. Otto jolt. "Cooper and I have just been having fun. The way you and I used to have fun." Mr. Otto stared terrified into Oliver's face at this. "And I thought that as a treat for Cooper, we could all have fun together." Mr. Otto looked as if he might pass out. "Thats....thats out of the question Oliver. You and Cooper are...." Oliver smiled again. Always scheming. "The way I look at it," Oliver smiled. "Either you show Cooper a good time....or I show mom this picture." Once again, Mr. Otto's eyes shot to Oliver with fear upon mention of his wife. "And all the other pictures. And she either divorces you...or kills you in your sleep." Mr. Otto, eyes wide, knew he had been defeated. He looked down, averted eye contact with either boy. Finally he almost whispered, "What do you want me to do?"
Rather than answer that, Oliver looked to Cooper and motioned for him to come over. "Take his dick out." Mr. Otto looked at Oliver with shock at his forwardness. Though he certainly knew what Oliver was capable of. Cooper obediently got on his knees in front of where Mr. Otto was seated on the sofa. Be slowly unfastened Mr. Otto's belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Within seconds, Cooper had gingerly freed Mr. Otto's already hard and throbbing erection. It was even larger than it looked in the photograph. Cooper flashed back to when Oliver had said that he got his big dick from his father. He hadn't been lying.
Mr. Otto was easily ten inches, thicker than a beer can, and curving slightly to right. It was bigger than anything Cooper had even seen in porn. He stared at it for a moment in awe, only to feel Oliver's hand on the back of his head gently pushing his face toward it. "Suck it." Oliver said quietly. Cooper did as he was told, placing the tip of Mr. Otto's massive dong in his mouth and gently sucking the last two inches or so. Mr. Otto still looked stricken as he heard the flash sound of Oliver's camera. Oliver snapped several pics showing both Mr. Otto's surprised, worried face and Cooper's own face stuffed with cock. Mr. Otto tried to hold his hand up to block the camera phone and said, "Oliver! No!" but the damage was done. Oliver smiled and said, "Just in case." Mr. Otto was defeated and looked as though he might cry, but then the sensation of Cooper's young mouth on his cock struck him and he got a wash of euphoria across his face.
As Cooper sucked more, (maybe four inches) of Mr. Otto, Oliver moved around and knelt behind Cooper. Cooper first felt Oliver pulling his silky basketball shorts down. Cooper shifted his weight so that Oliver could expose Cooper's ass. He then felt a sticky coldness as Oliver smeared a dab of lube on his hole (apparently having noticed when Cooper did this to himself on "hate fuck" nights. Cooper's eyes watered as he took a deep thrust onto Mr. Otto's cock and felt the tip go down the back of his throat. Almost simultaneously, he felt the familiar pressure as the head of Oliver's cock slipped inside of him. Cooper instinctively began to softly bounce up and down on Oliver. Cooper relished having a dick in either end, and he also really enjoyed being in control of how hard and how fast Oliver penetrated him. Mr. Otto was mostly silent, but had begun to be swept up in the feel and the sight of what was happening. After only a couple of minutes, he felt Oliver's cock swell inside him and felt the familiar sensation of Oliver's hot seed flooding his guts. Oliver's soft grunts confirmed that this was what was happening. Oliver, in a practiced move, bottomed out inside of Cooper's ass and held his cock there for a short while. All this in an effort to keep as much of Oliver's copious amount of cum inside Cooper. This worked, and when Oliver finally withdrew, all of his essence remained inside. After a few more moments of sucking, Oliver stood and coxed Cooper to a standing position, turning him around, and grabbing each of Cooper's hips in his hands. Oliver peered his head around Coopers side and smiled at his dumbfounded father before looking down at Mr. Otto's enormous ten inches. Silently, Oliver guided Cooper toward Mr. Otto's cock.
Gently, Oliver positioned Cooper's hole on top of Mr. Otto's cock head before gently pushing him down. Cooper, now loose after Oliver's cock, effortlessly opened up to receive Mr. Otto. Mr. Otto was even thicker than Oliver (which Cooper had doubted was possible), and after the head, Cooper felt himself having to open up more to accommodate the larger cock. But Cooper did so with ease, Oliver's cum acting as even more lube. Oliver began moving Cooper's hips up and down, fucking the smooth, toned boy on Mr. Otto's cock. Oliver began shoving Cooper all the way down, causing a small yelp of pain each time that Mr. Otto's member bottomed out inside of Cooper's ass. The encounter had gone more from gentle fuck to "hate fuck" as Cooper no longer controlled the strokes. Cooper found that he liked both gentle and aggressive, but he loved them together.
Mr. Otto was helpless to the sensation and soon felt pressure building. He didn't want to cum in the boy and managed to spit out, "Pull him off I'm gonna cum." Instead of doing as his father asked, Oliver pushed Cooper down hard, causing him to call out in paid as Mr. Otto grunted. Unable to stop it, Mr. Otto exploded his huge nut deep inside of Cooper. Mr. Otto always came a lot, but this time it included three days of pent up seed. Even as tight as Cooper was being held to his lap, as soon as Oliver pulled Cooper off of Mr. Otto's dick, both the elder and junior Otto's combined jizz shot out of Cooper like a faucet, spilling all over Mr. Otto's cock.
As Cooper stood, stumbling and light headed, Oliver steadied him and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth, which struck Cooper as both a little odd given the aggressive nature of the rough double fucking he had just endured and also a big turn on. Oliver helped Cooper step out of his basketball shorts and said, "time for a shower, champ!" As they two boys walked toward the bathroom, Oliver turned to his father over his shoulder. Mr. Otto looked confused and scared. "Thanks Dad! Same time next week!"