Son of an American Housewife Part 8
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Since the day that Oliver had forced Cooper to walk out in his underwear in front of the entire family, Oliver and Cooper's relationship had changed. Cooper, even more than before, followed Oliver around like a lonely puppy. Cooper only had one goal in like, to please Oliver. And while that was true before, Oliver had discovered just how eager Cooper was to please. And that is how things had changed. It was little things at first. The very next morning, Cooper awoke to find a pair of Oliver's underwear folded neatly on the pillow next to Cooper's head. A quick smell (which Cooper relished) told him they were the underwear that Oliver had worn the previous day. The implication was clear. Thus began a new system where Oliver wore underwear the first day, and Cooper had to wear them the second day. It was a small thing, but it turned Cooper on immensely. Sometimes Oliver watched Cooper dress with a smirk. If he didn't, he would find a moment when no one was looking and would slyly say, "show me." Cooper would turn red and quickly unzip his pants to show that he was indeed wearing Oliver's day-old briefs before quickly zipping back up and righting his clothes.
A week later, Oliver started each morning by bringing Cooper a blue pill and a glass of water. Cooper asked what it was, but Oliver just smiled and gently stroked Cooper's cheek and said, "Don't worry about it." Cooper was dubious, but he did as Oliver said. This pill became a new daily routine. Other things too. Occasionally at school, Oliver would text Cooper to meet him in a secret spot. The boys bathroom on senior hall, behind the bleachers in the old gym. Once there, Oliver would unzip his pants and wag his erect dick at Cooper. No matter how near someone was or how possible it might be that they would get caught, Cooper would dutifully (thought sometimes sheepishly) drop to his knees and suck Oliver to completion. It was kind of like the man said. Everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.
Even on days when Cooper took a load down his throat at school, or in his car parked dangerously near a road where they might be seen, Cooper would still hear Oliver's soft foot falls as he came into his room at night. Cooper would feel Oliver's weight in the bed, then on top of him. Then a quick bolt of pain as Oliver would penetrate him. Oliver never used lube anymore and rarely rimmed him before fucking him. Oliver's fucking was less gentle now. Oliver never fought him anymore, though occasionally he would bear down as Oliver fucked him. This caused him more pain, but he felt like Oliver could feel it and that it made it better for him. Cooper only ever thought of what would please Oliver.
Today, he found himself once again being driven to an unknown location. Would it be Trip's house again? He wondered how Trip's dick would feel inside him. Would it be back to the dirty book store? But once again, Oliver was tight lipped. They had gotten an early start and drove an hour before they once again found themselves in a town that Cooper didn't recognize. They pulled into a motel parking lot. Cooper had never stayed in a motel. He had never stayed in a hotel with less than four stars. But Oliver, seeing that Cooper was confused, smiled and said he would give him a hint. "Those blue pills you have been taking? It was so we could have today without putting you at risk. Don't I always take care of you?" Cooper smiled, but was still confused. Rather than check in, Oliver drove around to the back of the building and parked. He retrieved a large duffle bag from the trunk and led the way upstairs and to a specific room. He didn't have a key. He knocked. The door opened and Oliver motioned Cooper to go in first. Oliver closed the door behind them and with the sun no longer glaring in, Cooper saw the occupant of the room, a tall man with a balding grey head. He was dressed in jeans and a tight t shirt that showed off his muscular arms. Cooper was a little intimidated by him. And by what he was pretty sure what about to happen.
"Cooper, this is Adam. Adam, this is Cooper." Cooper yelped a little as Adam stepped closer and placed his hand the back of Cooper's neck. Adam brought his face close to Cooper's, as if examining his pores. "He is a pretty one." Adam said. A moment passed. Cooper was scared. From behind him, Cooper heard Oliver's voice, "He paid you a compliment Cooper, aren't you going to say thank you?"
Cooper tried to look at Oliver, but Adam's grip was firm, almost painful. Scared, Cooper murmured, "Thank you." Adam released his grip and brought Cooper in for a hug. "I'm just fucking with you pretty boy." Adam laughed. "I'm not quite that dom." Adam quickly released Cooper, who stepped back and bumped into Oliver. Oliver caught Cooper's mid stumble and Cooper instinctively walked into Oliver's arms. A pavlovian response to perceived danger, he went to Oliver to protect him. Oliver grasped Cooper and looked him in the eye. "Don't be scared. This is gonna be fun. And I'm gonna be here the whole time. I won't let anyone hurt you." As Cooper once again looked confusingly at Oliver, Oliver unzipped the duffle and began unloading things onto the dresser. Cooper's understanding and alarm grew with each item. A handful of clothe that Cooper quickly realized was underwear. Lube. A black rubber thing that Cooper knew from porn was likely a sex toy. Several bottles of water. While Cooper started to understand what this was, his brain rushed with fear. But his cock also began to harden.
Oliver chose a pair of underwear, a tight-fitting pair of yellow briefs with no ass in them, and tossed them to Cooper. "You can change in there" Oliver said, pointing to the bathroom door. Cooper wanted to ask questions, but something about Oliver's stance and tone told him not to question. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was genuinely scared. Servicing Oliver was one thing. Laying there flexing his ass as Oliver hate fucked him was one thing. But when he involved others, there was always a scary component. He really just wanted to feel close to Oliver. To please Oliver. But this must be what pleased him since clearly he arranged all this. As his mind raced, he heard Oliver call to him from the other room to hurry up. He quickly undressed and piled his clothes on the counter. He slipped into the yellow undies and opened the door.
Adam was now naked except for a leather harness across his chest. His cock was out and was hard. Cooper saw a black ring around its base. Adam was large, as big as Oliver. The much slimmer and younger Oliver stood nearby, stripped down to his black boxer briefs. Oliver's cock was getting harder and caused the front of his undies to bulge. "Come here pretty boy." Adam said lustfully. Cooper didn't move. "You heard the man" Oliver finally said. When Oliver spoke, Cooper obeyed, walking to where Adam stood. Adam pulled Cooper close and kissed him. Adam's mouth tasted like cigarettes. Cooper didn't like it. Adam probed Coopers mouth with his tongue as Cooper writhed in his grasp. Finally, Adam directed Cooper to lay down, which he did.
Cooper was on his back, so Adam grabbed either of Coopers ankles and used them to direct Cooper to flip over. Now on his belly on the cheap motel bedspread, Cooper felt Adam's fingers around his hole. Adam said lustful things to Oliver and Cooper as he dabbed some lube on Cooper's hole. Cooper shuddered at the cold sticky sensation. Then almost all at once, Cooper felt Adam force two of his fingers all the way to the knuckle up Cooper's ass. Cooper winced, though truth be told, it wasn't so bad. At lease Adam was using lube. Oliver never did anymore. Still, he was uncomfortable with a stranger roughly fingering his hole. But after a few more stroked, Adam removed his fingers and Cooper breathed a silent sigh of relief.
The relief was short lived as he felt Adam's weight shift on the bed (as he did every night with Oliver) and then felt the tip of Adam's cock on his hole. A moment. Two. Then heavy pressure (but much less pain than he anticipated) as Adam slid his full length and width inside of Cooper. It was less painful than Cooper was used to with Oliver. For one, Adam used lube. What he didn't realize at the time that Adam, being older and more experienced, had more skill as a top than the young, horny Oliver. There was still some pain, and a lot of pressure, but Cooper had to admit he enjoyed it. Once Adam had settled into a rhythm of gentle but deep stroked, Oliver came around to sit on the bed near Cooper's head. Oliver looked down at Cooper. Oliver's hair was always in his face. Cooper smiled at Oliver and heard his own voice ask Oliver, "Do you like it?" Oliver smiled and said, "Oh yeah. You are doing great."
Cooper reached his hand up to Oliver's bulging undies only to have Oliver move his hand away, "Not yet." Cooper was confused. Oliver reached to the night stand where a nondescript brown glass bottle sat. Oliver uncapped it and placed it under Cooper's left nostril and pressed his finger against the right nostril. "Deep inhale" he firmly instructed Cooper. Cooper did as instructed and his nose and lungs burned with a smell like airplane glue. Cooper coughed a little and instantly felt lightheaded. Oliver moved the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Cooper once more, "Deep inhale." Cooper obeyed. His head swam as Adam kept railing him. Oliver or Adam may have also inhaled from the bottle. Cooper didn't know. He began to feel funny. In a good way, but he definitely was less aware of his surroundings.
Cooper went into a kind of trance. He could definitely feel Adam's weight on top of him. He could feel the pressure and sensation as Adam's large cock sodomized him. He could feel Adam's breath occasionally as Adam spat dirty talk into his ear. Cooper couldn't really understand all he was saying. He would catch an occasional word. Hole. Puppy. Fuck. Oliver would get up from the corner of the bed and disappear from Cooper's view for a little bit. Cooper was less panicked than before at Oliver's absence. Oliver would return. He would touch Cooper's face, then leave again. Then return. Oliver usually didn't last more than a minute or two. He was young and he fucked hard and fast. Adam fucked Cooper for what seemed like a really long time. Time seemed to be moving differently for Cooper now. Occasionally, Oliver would return long enough to place the bottle under Cooper's nose again, then disappear out of his view.
Finally, Cooper was temporarily snapped back to reality as he heard Adam begin to make a lot of noise followed immediately by the sensation of semen flooding his guts. Cooper moaned softly at the feeling, but secretly wished it was Oliver's sperm instead of Adam's. After a few more moments, Cooper felt Adam lift up, out, and off of him. People were talking behind Cooper, but he couldn't really understand what they were saying, thought they weren't whispering. A few more moments go by and Cooper was about to roll over when he felt another weight on top of him. This one much heavier. Cooper assumed it must be Oliver taking his turn, but he knew what Oliver weighed and how he felt on top of him. This wasn't right. A pressure on his hole and then a thickness entered him one again. Felt thicker than Adam but not painful. He was loosened good now. It didn't feel like Oliver's weight or Oliver's cock (both familiar to Cooper by now). But Cooper wasn't thinking clearly anyway.
These strokes felt different from Adam. Longer. The dick seemed to penetrate him at a different angle. At this point, there was slight discomfort and the rest was pleasure. The strokes went on for a while before he felt a strong arm grasp him, pulling him. The cock slipped out of him at the last second before he was flipped around onto his back. Cooper was shocked to see a stranger hovering over him. A large black man with a broad chest loomed over him. His chest was more beefy than chubby, but he was way larger than Adam. And three times as large as Oliver's narrow shoulders.
Cooper was shocked and confused. When had someone else come in the room? But He saw Oliver smiling over the man's shoulder and felt more at ease. The man smiled as he once again penetrated Cooper. Being face up this time, the man's cock entered him at yet another angle, this one such that the thick cock head (as yet unseen by Cooper) grazed Cooper's prostate (an organ he didn't know he had) on each stroke. An added pressure and tiny wave of pleasure accompanied each stroke.
Oliver once again would once again move in and out of Cooper's field of vision. Occasionally to stroke Cooper's face or play with his nipples. Occasionally to kiss Cooper gingerly on the mouth. Often to have Cooper breathe from the tiny brown bottle. Cooper's head continued to swim. He only realized the black guy (who Cooper thought he heard Oliver call James) was cumming when he once again felt his innards flood with hot wetness.
Cooper expected Oliver to climb on next, but instead, Adam once more entered his line of sight and penetrated Cooper again. But this time seemed shorter before he stopped. Cooper was pretty sure he hadn't cum again. Cooper fell asleep for a moment, or an hour, and woke to a thick cock in his mouth. His head was more clear now and he could see that the cock belonged to Oliver. He eagerly suckled Oliver's thick cock and used his hand to stimulate his balls. He felt someone grab his legs and looked down to see yet another stranger, this a short dark haired man maybe 30 with a hairy chest. With Oliver's cock in his mouth, Cooper was fearless. He felt no pain as the new stranger penetrated him. He felt the man's hand on his own cock, which he realized was exposed and his dick soft. He glanced down to see he was now wearing a blue jock strap, the front of which was pushed aside. His cock and balls were out and the man was gently rubbing his limp dick. If Cooper wondered if he had cum already without knowing, that thought was quickly washed away by the feel of a cock in either end.
This man lasted a few minutes and added his load to the two (maybe more?) already inside Cooper. Cooper hoped he would soon taste Oliver's load, but Oliver pulled away without cumming. Cooper was a little disappointed, but then another stranger climbed on top of him. This man was older, with gray hair, fuller than Adam's. If he had a name, it was unknown to Cooper. His cock was smaller than the rest, but he fucked Cooper with speed and fury. He too, lasted longer than Oliver usually did. He also played with Cooper's limp dick before cumming inside of him.
There was a break for a short while. Cooper sat up for the first time in hours and surveyed the room. Oliver and Adam stood nearby talking to a third man that Cooper didn't recognize. He was hispanic, mid 40's, with graying temples. He was naked and his long dick looked intimidating to Cooper. It was so heavy that it aimed directly at the ground. Cooper worried how much bigger it might be hard. The man who had just finished fucking Cooper finished dressing and gently touched Cooper's face as he walked passed him and let himself out of the room. Oliver, noticing that Cooper was sitting up, brought him a plastic bottle of orange juice, which Cooper drank greedily. He didn't realize how thirsty he was until he had finished the bottle. Oliver smiled and told him he had to keep his strength up.
Cooper had lots of questions, but he didn't ask any of them. He either passed out or fell asleep again. When he woke, another stranger (not the hispanic man he had seen before) was already inside him. He looked down and saw that he was now naked. His limp dick bounced as the man fucked him. This man, a nondescript young white guy, must not have been very large, as Cooper felt the in and out motion and not much else. Then Cooper wondered if he had now just been stretched out so much that he couldn't feel even a thick cock anymore. The man finished. Another took his place. This guy was also black, slim, young. Cooper was reassured that his hole wasn't permanently widened as he could feel this young man's thickness as it penetrated him. Cooper couldn't feel any pain anymore. Only pleasure. This pleasure was short lived as this guy finished quickly. When he pulled out, Cooper could sense that liquid was flowing out of his ass. No doubt the cum from so many men had to go somewhere. Cooper blacked out again. Or fell asleep. Who knew.
When Cooper woke up this time, he looked around the room and saw only Oliver. The rest had all gone. Cooper was so tired. His ass was numb. Oliver saw he was awake and walked to him. "How you feeling little buddy?" Oliver asked. It sounded like genuine concern. "You had quite an adventure." Oliver said, handing Cooper a bottle of what that he eagerly finished. Oliver, dressed only in his undies, sat next to Cooper not he bed. Cooper was tired, but his head was clear for the first time in hours. He was starting to wonder if that had just been the substance in the glass bottle, or if Oliver had given him something to make him feel weird. The idea excited and terrified him.
But Oliver was being sweet at the moment, and that always excited Cooper. They talked a little. Oliver explained that it was now dark outside, and that once he was ready, they would drive home. Oliver explained that 11 guys total had been there over the course of the day (way more than Cooper remembered) and that almost all of them had given Cooper a load. Cooper didn't really know what to say, so he just lay there, looking up at Oliver. "Why don't we get you a shower, that will help you wake up." Oliver helped Cooper to his feet. His legs were like jelly. Oliver supported Cooper's weight as they walked slowly to the bathroom. Cooper loved leaning on Oliver. They stepped into the small shower together and Oliver propped Cooper up against the wall and actually did the washing himself. Rubbing the tiny soap under Cooper's arms, over his slightly sore nipples, across his flat tummy. Cooper dick was sore too. He couldn't say why.
Oliver had Cooper turn around and leaned his face against the cold tile. "Push it out." Cooper was confused at first and then was a little embarrassed to realize what Oliver meant. "Push it out." Oliver said again. He was gentle but firm. Cooper bore down and immediately feel a gush of liquid as various men's DNA flooded out of him. "Hot" Oliver said quietly as he soaped and gently fingered Cooper's sore butthole. Oliver worked up a good lather a thoroughly washed Cooper's well worn hole. Of course, Cooper's insides were still raw and covered in a mix of stranger's loads.
Finally, Cooper moaned as he felt Oliver's thick cock slide inside him. Part of him had hoped he could just go home and not have anymore fucking. Part of him desperately wanted Oliver to sink his dirty dick in him. Cooper's raw insides ached at the touch of another cock. It hurt, even stung a little. But Cooper loved it. He quietly moaned as Oliver quickly added one more load to Cooper's guts. As soon as he withdrew, his sperm fell to the shower floor, Cooper worried that his hole would be permanently loose now and unable to hold on to Oliver's loads. Oliver, as if reading his mind said, "Don't worry, by tomorrow night you will be all tightened up and ready for me again." Oliver smiled when he said it as he washed his own cock with the tiny bar of soap. Cooper saw this with his head turned. As he turned back to face the tile and let the warm water run over him, he felt his dick finally get hard again.