Son of an American Housewife Part 7
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
As much as Cooper had secretly enjoyed the quick and dirty fucking he had gotten at the sex shop, part of him was embarrassed even after they left the store. Even if he enjoyed being used at Oliver's discretion by whoever he offered Cooper's ass to, it still felt like something that Cooper should be embarrassed about. He sat in the passenger seat at Oliver drove them back to Westport. His butthole was sore from the rough pounding that the stranger had given him. And he could still feel the warm wetness inside him from the stranger's load.
That night had been a gentle fucking night, for which Cooper was grateful. Oliver had crawled into Cooper's bed and given him a slow wet blowjob. Cooper had a nice enough dick, but it was much smaller than Oliver's. Cooper often felt inadequate, but seeing Oliver's mouth on it made him feel better. After Oliver swallowed Coopers load, he had gently rolled him over and applied a generous dab of lube before penetrating the hole that had only hours earlier been seeded by the stranger at the sex shop. Oliver was done pretty quick, but it still hurt a little owing to the rough pounding he had gotten earlier. Once he was finished, Oliver got up and made a point to redress in the red y-front undies he had gotten at the sex shop (which Cooper thought was odd since Oliver usually just hopped back into bed naked or put on sleep pants only). Cooper didn't think much of it.
The next morning, Cooper and Oliver woke at the same alarm. Unlike most teens, it was easy to get these boys up in the morning because they were so vein. They both needed extra time to primp and get ready. Luckily, they were now living in the Otto's newly converted basement and finally had a bath and shower of their own. Cooper was washing away this sleep when he heard the door open behind him. Oliver stepped in with him and began lathering his lanky, slightly muscular frame. Cooper was surprised as Oliver had never done this before. Cooper gave Oliver a look to which Oliver replied, "What? I can cum inside you but I can't shower with you?" Oliver was cocky and smarmy as usual, and stepped in front of Cooper to get under the shower head.
The two boys washed themselves and Cooper was about to get out of the shower when Oliver placed his hand on Cooper's shoulder and said, "hang on a second." Cooper turned to face Oliver who smiled at him. Cooper half expected a kiss or for Oliver to force Cooper down on his knees, but instead, he felt a stream of hot water on his belly. Cooper was confused as he was standing at the rear of the shower and out of the stream of the shower head. He looked down to see that it wasn't water, but piss. Oliver had aimed his long, soft cock upward and was pissing on Cooper's chest and belly. Cooper reacted instinctively to recoil and said, "what the hell man!" but Oliver drew him closer with his hand still on his shoulder and calmly said, "Shut up or I'll make you drink it." Cooper, dumbfounded, just watched as Oliver's pee flowed out of his soft dick and struck Cooper's upper chest, trailing down his chest and belly, over his cock and down to the shower floor below. Cooper made only one more small gesture of trying to step away, but Oliver never moved his hand from his shoulder and firmly held him in place.
Cooper realized that this was just another way for Oliver to exert his dominance over Cooper. He didn't like it. He felt like Oliver didn't respect him at all. But then again, he loved being Oliver's play thing. Even if he couldn't admit it. When Oliver had finished pissing, he waggled his big dick at Cooper before quickly rinsing off again and stepping past Cooper and out of the shower. "Might want to rinse that off" Oliver said as stepped out.
Once both boys were out of the shower, they toweled off and stepped into the giant walk-in closet in the new basement. Here, Oliver began choosing clothes from Cooper's side of the rack. Cooper thought this odd since they only rarely shared clothes, but then Oliver brought clothes over to where Cooper was standing, "Wear these today." Cooper looked confused again. There was nothing unusual about what Oliver had picked. Khaki shorts, a pastel polo shirt, white socks. But Oliver choosing them was unusual. Oliver was slowly taking away all of Cooper's agency. Cooper would soon rely on Oliver for every decision. At least that was the plan. Whether it was Oliver's plan, Cooper's plan, or both, remained to be seen.
Cooper didn't know how to respond so he just took the clothes from Oliver and said, "ok". He stared Oliver in the eyes. Oliver stared back with his usual smile. He was about to get dressed and realized something was missing. "I..I need underwear". Oliver smirked, "Oh yeah....here..." Oliver reached into the dirty laundry hamper and pulled out the crumpled up red y front briefs he had worn the day and night before. "Wear these" Oliver said as he tossed the undies at Cooper. Cooper caught them and could smell them as he did. He didn't hate the smell. He had sniffed Oliver's undies before, but only when he wasn't looking. He loved Oliver's musk. The smell of his balls after a long day drove Cooper wild. These weren't that dirty, but they had some sweat and ball musk from a day and nights wear. Cooper also noticed a small spot of dried cum on the crotch, likely from when Oliver had put his dick away after fucking Cooper the night before. Oliver gave Cooper a serious look. Cooper hesitated. "Put `em on." Oliver said softly but firmly. Cooper didn't break eye contact as he slowly put on Oliver's dirty red briefs. Oliver, now satisfied said, "Ok, now hurry up and get dressed, we are going to be late."
All day at school, Cooper secretly reveled at his dirty little secret. No one could possibly know that Cooper was wearing Oliver's dirty undies. As Cooper talked to a teacher or spoke in front of the class, he thought about the spot of Oliver's dried nut on the inside of the undies. He thought about the dried Otto DNA rubbing against his own junk. And each time he went to the boy's room to pee, he thought about Oliver's pee running down his chest that morning. Cooper got red int he face each time, embarrassed for maybe liking it a little. Embarrassed for hoping maybe Oliver might do it again sometime.
Oliver, as he often did, didn't mention anything about sex during the day. Oliver was two different people. When he was horny and wanted action, he could say or do anything. But when he wasn't, he had no time for sex. He never even alluded to sex with Cooper outside of actually having sex with Cooper.
They got home, which was busy with lots of noise and action, the entire family in the kitchen/living room while Mr. and Mrs. Otto cooked dinner. The boys went down to their basement apartment and Oliver looked conspiratorial. He was almost giddy at his own machinations. Finally Cooper asked him, "what are you thinking about?" Oliver went over to Cooper and pulled his shirt quickly up over his head. "What are you doing?" Cooper said in a playful tone, thinking they were going to fool around before dinner. Instead, Oliver laughed as he began unfastening Cooper's belt. "I want you to strip down to your underwear and go upstairs so everyone can see." Oliver said laughingly. "What?" Cooper said, actually putting his hand on Oliver's to stop him as he was pulling down Cooper's shorts. "No, I'm not embarrassing myself in front of your family! Why?" Oliver, kind of shocked, stopped what he was doing and looked Cooper dead in the eye. Any laughing or smiling was gone from Oliver. He was very serious now. "Because it will get me off." Cooper, almost scared, tried to speak up for himself. "But...I don't want to do that."
Oliver released Cooper's pants and stepped away with his hands in the air as if to indicate surrender. He took a few steps toward the door that led upstairs before turning around to face Cooper. Oliver didn't sound angry, but he was very serious and spoke softly. "If you don't give me what I want...." Oliver paused and gently cupped the bulge in the front of his pants, which excited and terrified Cooper for some reason, "you don't get any more of this." Then Oliver turned and went upstairs.
Oliver put on his best creepy smile as he entered the family room, saying something snarky to his mom (who replied in kind) as he grabbed a water from the fridge and seated himself in the family room, so that he could get a full view of the show that deep down he knew he was about to see. A few minutes went by, and Oliver might have started to doubt that it was going to happen (if Oliver ever doubted himself, which he didn't). Sure enough, finally, the door to the basement slowly opened and Cooper stepped out. Only Oliver noticed at first, as he was watching the door, but then everyone else seemed to notice him at once. Mr. and Mrs. Otto, Taylor and Trip, even Anna Kat and Franklin all immediately fell silent as they took in Cooper. Cooper stood completely naked except for Oliver's stained dirty red briefs with the y-front. Cooper was slim, but unlike Oliver, his muscles weren't particularly defined. His face was beet red. And much to Oliver's surprise, he had his hands at his sides, rather than cupping them over his modest bulge.
There was a long pause before finally Mrs. Otto said, "Boy, where are your clothes!?"
Cooper looked at her, like a deer in headlights, but he couldn't speak. Finally, Oliver spoke up. At the sound of Oliver's voice, Cooper's face shot to where Oliver was sitting, "Did you forget to put on clothes again?" Oliver's tone was less mocking than what sounded like genuine concern. Finally, Cooper managed, "yeah...I guess I did."
Oliver, satisfied at Cooper's humiliation, stood and spoke as he crossed the room, "Well, maybe we should go get your dressed for dinner." As Oliver took Cooper by the shoulder, Cooper simply turned and allowed himself to be led back to the basement, grateful at his humiliation being over. As Oliver shut the basement door behind him, he heard his mother screeching, "We got a house full of lunatics, Greg!"
Oliver was laughing as they walked down the stairs together. "Oh man, that was so great, you did great. Did you see their faces?" As they entered the "apartment", Cooper forcefully wrenched his shoulder away from Oliver. Oliver was surprised as Cooper swung around to face him. "Whats your problem?" Oliver said calmly. "What's my problem?" Cooper wear near tears. "That was humiliating! Why did you make me do that?!" Oliver kept his tone low and looked coldly at Cooper. "The same reason I do anything with you. Because it get's me off." Cooper actually began to cry now. Not a lot, but enough for Oliver to notice. Cooper looked betrayed and without thinking blurted out, "well not anymore." Oliver stepped closer, his face calm. He reached to put his hands on Cooper's shoulders as he said, "You don't mean that."
Cooper exploded at Oliver, pushing him hard to where he stumbled back while shouting, "Fuck you!" Good thing they had had this basement sound proofed.
Oliver, shocked at Cooper shouting at him, let alone shoving him, suddenly looked less calm. In fact, his face was angry, a look Cooper rarely saw from Oliver. "Fuck me?" Oliver said quietly. Oliver ran to Cooper and wrapped his hands around his head as he aggressively kissed him on the mouth. Cooper was shocked, expecting a punch rather than a kiss, and he half-heartedly resisted as Oliver's tongue probed angrily into Cooper's mouth. Oliver pulled away long enough to gasp, "Fuck me?" before one again shoving his face into Cooper's and assaulting his mouth. Cooper, finally unable to resist, began rubbing his hands along Oliver's chest, feeling his pecs under his shirt. Oliver broke away and spun Cooper around, bending him over the back of the sofa.
"Fuck me?" Oliver kept saying, gasping a little for air. Cooper felt the jingle of a belt and the rustle of fabric (a sound he seemed to hear behind him a lot). Cooper felt Oliver tug hard at the red briefs, hearing a couple of stitches break as he felt cold air on his now exposed ass. "Fuck me?" Oliver repeated. Oliver spat hard on Cooper asshole (something that Cooper would later realized Oliver had never done before) then said, "Fuck you!". And as he said it, Oliver pushed himself all the way inside Cooper. It was painful and intense, even thought Cooper had almost gotten used to rough fucking. The spit made it a little bit easier than no lube at all, but it still hurt. Cooper cried out and Oliver began stroking in and out. Oliver often wouldn't put himself all the way in, instead fucking Cooper with just half of his massive dick, but this time, each stroke went all the way in, with Oliver's balls slamming against Cooper with each stroke. Cooper was in so much pain, but he couldn't really focus on that. The realization that blocked out everything else, was that this was exactly what he wanted. He realized that having been humiliated moments earlier in front of the entire family only made Oliver's hate fuck better. Cooper realized that this was Oliver's plan all along.
It was over relatively quickly, as it often was when Oliver hate fucked him. Cooper could always tell when Oliver was about to cum as he made these little noises right before. Cooper braced himself against the sofa as Oliver pushed into him hard and grunted as he filled Cooper's ass with jizz. Oliver routinely would stay inside Cooper for a few extra moments to try to keep his load inside. This time though, he pulled out as soon as he had finished, allowing his nut to ooze out of Cooper ass. Oliver quickly put his dick away and straightened his clothes. Cooper stayed over the sofa, trying to recover and process what had happened.
Cooper expected Oliver to walk away, but instead, he walked around the sofa and brought his head down to Cooper and gently kissed Cooper's forehead. Oliver put his hand gently on Cooper's face and smiled. Cooper looked up at Oliver as Oliver said, "So hurry up and get dressed for dinner, ok?"
As Cooper sat next to Oliver at dinner, Cooper was still red in the face, wondering if anyone around the table suspected that he had Oliver's load inside him, leaking into the dirty red briefs. Oliver kept giving him knowing glances, which made Cooper smile.