Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2021 18:33:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chubby Boy <chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com>
Subject: Son of An American Housewife Part 16

Son of an American Housewife part 16


Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure
fiction. I welcome your comments.


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"Thank you," Oliver had said quietly in the doorway. This was moments
after Oliver had snuck into Cooper's bedroom, crawled on top of him, and
roused Cooper from sleep by sitting on his hard dick. As Oliver closed
the door, Cooper sat in bed in the dark, barely believing what had just
happened. Oliver, who had barely been able to hide his contempt for
Cooper most of the time when sex was involved, who had humiliated him
countless times, who had passed Cooper's ass around to strangers, was
not only riding Cooper's dick, but thanking him after. Cooper didn't
know what to make of it, but the subtext was clear. Thank you for the
dick. Thank you for the load of jizz in my guts. As Cooper tried to go
back to sleep, he noticed that his dick was still hard.


The next morning, for the first time since before the incident with
Franklin, Oliver was kind and polite to Cooper. He joined the family at
breakfast and went out of his way to be kind of Cooper. He offered him
toast and juice, he looked at Cooper and listened while he spoke, and
while he jabbed verbally with almost everyone else at the table, he had
nothing but kindness and respect for Cooper. Cooper kept looking to
Franklin to see if he had noticed the difference in Oliver's behavior,
but Franklin (who had trouble with social cues) didn't notice a thing.


That day at school, Oliver was again kind, polite, and attentive to
Cooper. Cooper wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn't know how.
So instead, he just went along with it (which was Cooper's personality
in a nutshell). By dinner time, Cooper had become accustom to it. He
figured maybe this was just some game Oliver was playing. And Cooper
thought he might as well play along.


That night, Cooper expected Oliver to want to talk once they were alone
in their basement apartment. But instead, Oliver politely smiled at
Cooper and said goodnight before disappearing down the hall to his own
room. It took Cooper a while to go to sleep. He woke at 4am shocked, but
not surprised.


Once again, there was a rustle over him and the thin form of Oliver's
body in the dark. Once again, without a word, he felt Oliver's hand seek
out his hard dick and guide it to the edge of his asshole. Just as the
night before, Oliver slid slowly down onto Cooper's hardness until his
balls rested on Cooper's pelvis. Oliver grunted softly as he began to
slide up and down on Cooper's erection.


Cooper, taking his cue from Oliver, also remained silent. The room was
quiet, so the only sound was the gentle rustle of the sheets, a soft wet
sound as Oliver's tight ass pressed tightly on Cooper's dick, and the
gentle breathing and groaning of each of the smooth boys in the bed. It
didn't take long (maybe a minute) for Oliver's breath to quicken once
more and Cooper felt hot jizz splatter his belly. Once Oliver's
shuddering subsided, he quickened his pace, now slamming his ass hard
into Cooper's hips. This quicker pace only took a minute or so before
Cooper felt himself climax deep inside of Oliver.


Once Oliver was sure he had milked every drop from Cooper with his
clenched ass, he gently pulled himself off of Cooper's dick and once
again took an unseen towel and cleaned his DNA from Cooper's belly. Just
as the night before, he stood and said, "Thank you" quietly. As Oliver
closed the door, Cooper knew that this would be their thing now. Oliver
never did anything in moderation.


Cooper was correct of course. During the day, Oliver was well behaved,
polite, even deferential to Cooper. Each night, usually around 4am,
Oliver would let himself into Cooper's room, gently fondle his dick to
tumescence, and gently sit on Cooper's dick. For eight days, this
routine went on without deviation. On the morning of the ninth day,
Cooper was in his first period class when he got a text from Oliver. It
instructed Cooper to skip school after second period and meet him at a
hotel. The text was quickly followed by a dropped pin showing Oliver's
location.


Cooper was immediately nervous and apprehensive. Cooper and Oliver had
gone to hotels before, and it usually ended up with Cooper high or passed
out and taking who knows how many loads from who knows how many
strangers. There was a tome when Cooper had been into that some, but
Oliver had definitely pushed that beyond Cooper's comfort level. Cooper
didn't want to go back to the way Oliver and Cooper were before. But
something told him that this would be different. Oliver had been so
different since Franklin and he had "taught him a lesson." Also,
beneath his desk, Cooper's cock strained against his khakis.


Cooper ditched school and ordered an Uber to the location Oliver had
texted him. It was much nicer than the shitty hotels that Oliver had
always taken him too before. This was a fancy boutique style hotel in one
of the fanciest parts of Westport's fancy downtown. Cooper texted when
he was in the lobby and immediately received a response from Oliver with
a room number but asking that Cooper wait five minutes before coming up.
That made Cooper nervous. Why would he need to wait? But part of him was
too aroused (and too curious) to turn back now.


Cooper sat in an oversized chair while he waited and nervously pretended
to check his phone. Most people probably couldn't hang out in the lobby
of a hotel this nice for long without someone asking what you were doing
there. But Cooper was young, blond, hot, and rich. And rich looking.
Cooper's privilege had made him comfortable in places like this.  He set
a timer and spent most of the five minutes watching the numbers tick
down. At exactly one second left, Cooper ended the timer and hit the
elevator.


Moments later he approached the room and knocked on the door. A few more
moments of waiting in the hall seemed like forever, until finally the
door opened and Cooper was shocked to see Franklin was the one who had
answered. Cooper was shocked to see Franklin here. Cooper opened his
mouth to ask questions, but Franklin quickly held his finger up to his
own mouth. The international sign for "shhh." Franklin gently took
Cooper by the arm and guided him inside. With the door shut behind them,
Franklin leaned into Cooper ear and whispered.


"We are just about to get started, but I think the camera is already
rolling."


Cooper was (as he so often was) confused. But Franklin's presence put
him at ease. It was only now that Cooper realized that Franklin was
dressed in a fluffy white hotel robe. The crest of the fancy boutique
hotel embroidered on the left breast. Franklin was so handsome. He looked
good in anything. They rounded the corner into the hotel room.  The room
was actually a suite with a large curved sofa in the center. On this
sofa, Oliver was positioned on his hands and knees, nude, facing the
entryway where Franklin and Cooper stood. Between the sofa and the entry
way was a small tripod on a table with an iPhone nestled in it. Even from
a distance, Cooper could tell that the camera was rolling.


Oliver gave the camera a smile, but Cooper realized the smile was meant
for him. It was only then that Cooper noticed the presence of another
person in the room. Just out of the camera's field of vision stood a
tall, blond, nude man who was fumbling with something. As the man turned,
Cooper recognized him as Trip Windsor. It had been a long time since the
last time that Oliver and Cooper and Trip had swapped DNA, but when Trip
turned and noticed Cooper had entered the room, he flashed Cooper a
brilliant smile or recognition. Trip was very smooth and very fit. His
dick was already hard and seemed to point to Cooper. Cooper felt a twinge
at the base of his own dick. Cooper was still confused, but he could
understand enough to know what was going on. Oliver wanted a sex tape.
Presumably they would all take turns.  It wouldn't be the first time
Oliver had made a sex tape with Cooper. But the one big difference this
was was that Oliver was the one on his knees.


Cooper saw that the thing Trip had been fumbling with was a ski mask.
Trip slipped the black mask over his head and once satisfied that his
face was covered, stepped into frame, giving Oliver's ass a hard slap as
he did. Oliver grunted slightly as he winced, but that was all. It
occurred to Cooper in this moment that while Trip was wearing a mask,
Oliver wasn't. Perhaps whatever switch had flipped inside Oliver that
had made him compelled to sneak into Cooper's room every night and ride
his dick had also made him crave attention. It was clear. Oliver wanted
to be seen.


Franklin stepped forward as Trip got into position. Franklin held another
iPhone, this one he zoomed in to get different angles of the same action
being captured by the one on the tripod. No doubt, Oliver would later
combine them into a single video. Trip was already hard, but no matter,
he stepped to the edge of the sofa, grabbed a hand full of Oliver's
hair, and craned his head upwards before jamming his hard dick into
Oliver's mouth. Trip, clearly taking out some aggression on Oliver (who
had no doubt given Trip, given them all reason to feel harshly), jammed
his cock deep into Oliver's throat, causing him to gag and tears to well
in his eyes. Trip was careful to keep his hip angled so that both cameras
could get unobstructed views of Oliver's face getting fucked.


Cooper just watched as it played out. Several minutes of hard mouth
fucking passed before Trip finally yanked his cock out and Oliver gasped
for breath.  Trip quickly moved around to Oliver's feet and yanked him
slightly so that his ass was angled off the edge of the sofa.  From a
standing position, Trip jammed his cock all the way inside of Oliver, so
that his balls slapped against Oliver's.  Oliver yelped a little, but
then was silent once more.  Trip then began to rail Oliver as hard as
Cooper had ever seen. With each down stroke, as Trip's dick bottomed out
inside of Oliver's ass, Oliver would let out a low moan. After only a
few strokes, Oliver made a motion with his hand toward Franklin. Cooper
didn't understand it, but Franklin obviously did as he took a step over
and focused his iPhone on Oliver's cock, which pointed out and down and
bobbed wildly with each thrust of Trip's dick.


Second's later, Oliver's cock erupted, spurting jizz onto the sofa
below. Oliver's face was one of pure ecstasy as the orgasm washed over
him like a wave. If Trip noticed, he made no indication of it, jamming
his dick into Oliver again and again as Oliver's ejaculation went from
shots to spurts, to drips. Trip continued to pound for another minute or
two before he suddenly made a loud grunting sound (the first sound he had
made the entire time) and clearly emptied his load into Oliver. Not that
there was any sign of it. Trip's loud orgasm was accompanied by his
shoving his full weight into Oliver for several seconds before finally,
he slowly slid his cock out of Oliver. When he did, all the evidence was
left inside of Oliver.


It was at this moment that Cooper realized he was still standing. It was
also at this moment that he realized that at some point during all this,
he had absent-mindedly unzipped his pants and was now slowly beating his
own dick to the action. Oliver started directly into the camera, and into
Cooper's eyes with a look of smug satisfaction. Cooper suddenly felt
self-conscious and averted his view to Franklin. Cooper looked at
Franklin just in time to see him slipping off his robe. He was fully nude
and also erect. As Trip stepped out or frame, he slipped off the ski mask
and handed it to Franklin, who put it on as he handed the iPhone to Trip
and the two fully swapped positioned


Oliver's position was unchanged. He was on his hands an knees, his ass
in the air, a load of his own jizz cooling on the sofa below him.
Franklin chose not to fuck Oliver's mouth, and instead, penetrated
Oliver's ass immediately.  Franklin used less force, but his cock was
thicker than Trip's and the effect read on Oliver's face. Oliver
grimaced as Franklin quickly settled into a rhythm. It was while Franklin
began slowly fucking Oliver's ass that Cooper realized the absence of
sound in the room. There was no music, no TV, just the slow, soft, wet,
clapping sound as Franklin's pubic bone tasted against Oliver before
once again pulling out for the upstroke. Occasionally Oliver would make a
small grunt or Franklin would breathe a little heavy, but other than
that, there was no sound.


Trip gently wiped the lube and jizz from his own dick while aiming the
camera at the two boys fucking on the sofa. Trip was friendly, but
didn't look away from the task at hand. Cooper continued to gently
stroke his dick as Oliver took Franklin's dick. Franklin (as Cooper well
knew) had stamina. Cooper thought it likely that Franklin could fuck for
hours if he wanted to. After about five minutes of slow, rhythmic butt
fucking, Trip (who apparently had been asked to time it), looked at his
watch and said simply, "Ok, now."


Franklin (his face still obscured by the ski mask) nodded and quickened
his pace. Within a minute, Franklin made a small grunting sounds and
ground his hips into Oliver, once more filling his ass with jizz. When
Franklin finally pulled out, there was once again no trace of semen. All
of it had been left inside Oliver. Franklin quickly stepped out of frame
and removed the ski mask, handing it to Cooper.


It was only in that moment that Cooper realized that he was supposed to
take a turn too. At first his instinct was to refuse, but something
inside him (perhaps the part that made his dick hard) said that he
should. Cooper quickly stepped out of his jeans and stopped off the rest
of his clothes. For some reason, Cooper left his underwear on. They were
a pair of bright blue Calvin Klien's. they hugged his ass and he looked
amazing in them. His balls and hard cock protruded out over the
waistband. Cooper put the mask on and stepped into frame. Oliver smiled
at him.


Cooper wondered if all this was just a new way that Oliver had found to
manipulate those around him. Cooper was confident that the power dynamic
had shifted, but certainly Oliver had arranged all this for his own
amusement. Whatever conflicted feelings he had evaporated from his mind
as he slid his dick inside of Oliver's warm wetness.


As Cooper began to slowly slide in and out of Oliver, the reason that
they were all there didn't matter as much to him. Oliver's hole felt
different than it had all those nights he had slipped into his room and
slid down on it. Trip and Franklin had loosened the hole considerably,
and the multiple loads inside made for an itchy chaffing on his dick. It
still felt amazing, but all too quickly, Cooper realized that with all
the stroking he had done while watching, he was now dangerously close to
cumming.


Cooper didn't think. Instead, he watched as his body took over and did
the rest. Cooper slipped his dick out of Oliver's ass after less than a
minute of fucking. He quickly moved to the edge of the sofa and grabbed
Oliver's hair (mimicking the way Trip had grabbed it earlier).  Then
just like Trip, Cooper jammed his dick into Oliver's mouth. Oliver was
legitimately surprised and made a garbled grunt of protest (or surprise)
but made no other attempt to resist. As Cooper pumped his cock as deep as
he could, Oliver could taste himself on Cooper's dick. He could taste
Franklin and Trip too. Seconds later, he would taste Cooper as Cooper
suddenly pulled all the way out at the moment he began to cum. His jizz
shot directly into Oliver's right eye. The second shot onto his face,
drizzling down into his mouth, the third and subsequent shots were unseen
as Cooper shoved himself back into Oliver and finished in his mouth.

"Clean it off," Cooper said quietly under his breath. Oliver looked up
for a moment, one eye shut, the other wet with tears as he smiled before
once again opening his mouth to clean Cooper's cock and balls.


Once Cooper was satisfied, he finally removed his cock from Oliver's
mouth, allowing him to catch his breath. Cooper looked to Trip and
Franklin who were just staring speechless. Cooper looked into the camera
and calmly said, "cut."