Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2019 19:01:36 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 27 Training the Coopers Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by Nifty.org as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author. As this is erotic fiction featuring male to male sexuality, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. Please note that this story features sex between relatives of various connections. If this offends you, please leave this site. Some of the characters in this story are under age. If this offends you or is illegal in your jurisdiction, please leave this site. I have followed Nifty policy regarding these matters. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once. 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None of the story has been posted until it is complete. Posting on Nifty takes a while, but the entire story will be posted in due time. This story is the backstory of characters who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2019, tentatively titled "The Deputy Boys Book 2: The Induction." The story of the Cooper Family is entirely separate from this book, although several Coopers are characters in that book. At the beginning of each chapter and occasionally within the chapter, you will see a name written on a line by itself with no explanation. This is the name of the author of that section. The point of view shifts between various members of the family to tell the most detailed story. Hopefully, this will not prove confusing to you. Without further ado, enjoy "Training the Coopers"! Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 27 Denny Dwight and Dwayne's birthday was coming up on Saturday, so we planned our camping trip for the weekend. I attended Friday's training at the school locker room, which was the last session dedicated to the coaches. As soon as I got home, we ate lunch and then the three of us loaded up and headed out. It took just over three hours for us to drive to the camping area near the North Carolina entrance to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The temperature had been about 95o when we left home, but was a pleasant 83o when we got out of the car at the campsite. We had our tent erected and our sleeping bags and other equipment set up by about 5:30. We cooked hot dogs over a fire, which the twins loved doing as well as eating them. Until the night became too cold, we sat by the fire, telling ghost stories, laughing, and eating Smores. The twins had grins all evening and kept touching me as much as they could. I loved that physical side of loving them, too. As we were tidying up before going to bed, I realized I felt more like my old self than I had in over two years. It felt incredibly good! I could easily tell my youngest boys were also feeling quite content and happy with the first part of our little vacation. Our tent was marketed as a 6-person tent, so it was quite roomy for one adult and two boys. We placed two sleeping bags beneath us to make a softer full-sized bed. We spread a sheet over these bags and had another to put over us. Just in case it got a little too cool, we had a third sleeping bag open and ready to spread over us like a blanket. As it turned out, we never needed that sleeping bag as our body heat was sufficient in the cool nighttime air. As we were preparing to lie down, the boys made a point of taking off their last garments, so I followed suit. We'd been naked together a lot this summer and, of course, I couldn't forget our initial sexual play a week ago when I let them lick my erection and taste my cum. As we climbed into the sheets, Dwight got on my right side and Dwayne on my left. I pulled them into my chest and both of them struggled and stretched to be able to kiss me on the lips. They didn't seem to know how the French do it and I decided not to show them quite yet. But we did exchange very loving kisses and touches for a while as we renewed our physical connection. I managed to stay calm (that is, flaccid) for a while as I concentrated on merely loving these two precious boys who were struggling to face a life without their dear mother. I knew I could never fill the void left by her passing, but wanted them to know they were loved very much. I held them tightly against me in hopes my love would pass through my skin and their skin to lodge right in their hearts. After a few minutes, Dwight swiveled his head so he could kiss and lick my right nipple. Briefly I wondered if he was using my nipple as a symbol of motherhood, a replacement if you will, or if he was trying to sexually arouse me. After a few moments, my psychological parental replacement theory was forgotten as I began responding to the sexual arousal theory as if it were the obvious truth. "Daddy?" Dwayne's inquisitive voice stabbed my sexual thoughts. "Yes, Dwayne," I answered. "Can we start our training now?" I knew they were feeling left out a bit, but I thought there had to be a better way to fix that issue. "Boys," I said, "you can't start training until you hit puberty." "Why not?" Dwight asked. "That's a reasonable question, son. Do you know what the training is about?" "Sex," Dwayne answered flatly. I thought for a moment. I wanted my answer to be accurate and balanced without being too detailed for young ears. "That's true," I started. "Partly. It's really more about having adult relationships, not just with your wife or girlfriend, but also with your teacher, your boss, your co-worker, your employee, your children, your friends. It's about relationships that are equal, like your relationship with each other. And, it's about relationships when the people involved aren't quite equal." "Like what?" Dwight asked. "Like your relationship with me, for example. As the older person, the parent, I'm responsible for taking care of you, being sure you have a safe and pleasant home life, being sure you go to school and do your homework, helping you grow up strong and wise. In fact, it is in helping you grow up that the training is so valuable. In some relationships, like with your teachers or someone you work for, you have to let that person have some control over what you do. When you're in school, you naturally let your teacher give you assignments, tell you when to be quiet, when to eat lunch, and a bunch of stuff, right?" "Yes," Dwight answered. "So, in a relationship like that, you voluntarily allow another person to control your actions at certain times and in certain ways. Your training will help you know how to yield to control, which we also call submitting to domination. It'll help you know when you should submit to someone else and why and how to do it effectively and pleasantly. There will also be times when you are an adult when you'll be in the position of power and control. Maybe you'll have your own kids someday, or you might become a teacher or a boss of some kind. Even with your wife, you will sometimes need to be the dominant partner and sometimes not so much. Your training will help you learn all that." "Can't we start learning all that now?" Dwayne asked. "It will be a few years before you need to deal with such adult relationships." "But we have teachers now," Dwight pointed out. "And you and Uncle Darrel and Grandmother and Grandfather," Dwayne added. Oh, they're good, I thought. "Yes, all people who need to direct your actions sometimes." "So, we need to, uh, submit to all of them, right?" Dwight asked. "Yes, you do. But because they are all adults and you are still children for a few more years, these are easier situations than when you are adults in relationships with other adults. You're both good at handling these relationships now. And, you aren't ready for sexual relationships until after you reach puberty." "We know that, Dad," Dwayne said, "but we also see and hear a lot of stuff going on with our brothers and Uncle Darrel and you." "And the coaches, too," Dwight added. "Everybody is so busy training about sex that we're lonely sometimes," Dwayne said. "In the evening, mostly," his twin added. "I see," I said and kissed each of them. "You do know that I love you very, very much, don't you?" "Oh, yes!" Dwight answered quickly. "Sure, Dad," Dwayne said. "I'm very sorry you're feeling neglected, boys." "No, Dad, we don't feel neglected or unloved," Dwayne corrected. "It just seems like we spend every evening watching TV alone or in our room reading or talking." "While we hear all these moans and yells and sounds like someone's getting hurt," Dwight added. "Wow," I said. I was afraid I had gotten so caught up in the training I hadn't truly understood the effect it was having on these boys. "It's a little scary sometimes," Dwight confided. "That's because you don't know what is actually happening, I guess," I said. "Maybe," Dwayne said. "It seems like everyone understands and likes it. Everyone but us. It's been kept a big secret from us." "So," Dwight concluded, "we thought if we could be part of the training, we wouldn't be alone so much and we'd see what's causing all these weird sounds so they wouldn't frighten us." "I promise you," I said, "no one is being hurt or made to do something they don't want to do." "The other boys have told us that much, Dad," Dwight said as he played with my nipple. "I understand why you're feeling lonely and I really, really am sorry. You guys are very precious to me and I want you to be happy." "We are happy, Dad. As long as we have each other and we know you are doing okay, we'll be happy. Right, Dwight?" "Yep!" "Let me think about it a little bit and talk with Darrel. Maybe we can figure out a way to help you feel included in the family more. I still think you're a little too young for the training, but we'll consider it. Okay?" "Thanks, Dad!" "You're the greatest!" "You know, Dad," Dwayne said with a chuckle, "we'll be another year older in a couple of hours." I laughed. "Yes, honey, I know. But 12 is still a little young for training in adult stuff." I held them as tightly as I could without injuring them. Both boys started to struggle in my arms. They started tickling my sides until I laughed so hard, I let go of them. They kissed me and pinched my nipples. In spite of my resolve, my cock responded when two small hands grasped it and began to slide up and down a bit awkwardly. Damn, it felt good as they got their rhythm settled. Each boy began licking one of my nipples until I was dripping precum in a constant stream and moaning with their surprising hand work. When my cock started erupting, Dwight pulled away for an instant in shock, I think, but soon put his hand back to feel the pulsations of my cumshots. Before my orgasm had completely ended, I became aware of two small tongues licking up the wads of cum from my belly. When I caught my breath, I pulled both of them up to my face, so we could talk, but, instead they kissed me. They didn't share the cum, but I could still taste it on their lips, my cum on their mouths. With my release and the calm in my heart, I soon drifted off to sleep, holding my treasures close to me. Saturday, we went to Clingman's Dome to enjoy a 360-degree view of the Smoky Mountains and surrounding sections of Tennessee and North Carolina. We did some hiking, too, and mostly enjoyed spending time together. The twins were so loving that I felt better than I had in a very long time. Their pure love reminded me so much of the love I had felt from Sarah Ann. For a few hours, the grief and great void in my heart were almost forgotten thanks to them. I think the gorgeous clear skies and the high mountain scenery helped a great deal, too. In late afternoon, we visited the camp showers and washed off the sweat and dirt from the day. Then we piled into the pickup and drove down into the Cherokee Indian Reservation just beyond the national park entrance, where we enjoyed dinner at a Carolina Bar-B-Q joint. Back at our campsite, we listened to some hard rock music coming from a big recreational vehicle parked a few spots downhill from our location. Noting that school would be starting on Tuesday, after the Labor Day holiday, I asked the boys if they were excited about it. "Yes," Dwight answered enthusiastically. "I've missed our friends." "Me, too," Dwayne added. "I've decided to go back to work now that summer is ending," I told them. "I have training this week and then next week I'll start my regular schedule." "From 7 one day to 7 the next?" Dwight asked. "Yes. I'll explain it to everyone tomorrow night when we get home. There will be a few changes, but with Darrel at home, I think it will be fine." "It'll be weird for you to be gone to work again," Dwayne said. "True. But it's something I think I need to do to get myself back to normal." "We know, Dad," Dwayne said. He grinned. "We're so happy you're feeling better." "We all are," Dwight added. "David, Donny, and Danny, too." For a minute I reflected on my wonderful sons. "You were all great when I wasn't feeling well." We all stared into the fire for a few moments. "It'll be weird with David gone," Dwight said. "Yes," I agreed. "We'll all miss him. But every young man has to go out on his own at some time. Either to college, like Dave, or to the military, like Darrel did, or to work, like I did." They said nothing. "You boys are growing up fast, too. You'll be in sixth grade this year and junior high next year." Dwayne laughed. "And we'll hit puberty and then go into training, right, Dad?" I laughed with them. "I guess so. Nobody can say exactly when puberty will come, but it won't be too long until your voice is cracking unexpectedly and you get a face full of pimples." "Dad!" Dwight exclaimed. "Yuck!" "Hopefully, it won't be too bad. None of your brothers have had bad acne so maybe our luck will hold for you, too. How tall are you now?" "Last time we measured we were 4 feet 11 ¼ inches," Dwayne reported. "You'll probably grow several inches taller this year, too." "I hope so," Dwight said. "When school started last year, we were the tallest in the class, but then, Robert Sullivan grew several inches during the year and was about two inches taller when school ended." "You'll catch up. Is he older than you?" "Yes. His birthday is around Thanksgiving, I think." "Then he's nearly a year older. No wonder he grew faster." We took a trip to the rest room for a final pee before bed and then went into the roomy tent. We stripped down and crawled into the sleeping bag. I lay on my side and drew them into my arms, sort of squashed up together but held against my chest. They were tired from an active day and soon we were sleeping soundly. I don't think any of us moved until the sun brightened the campground and people started stirring in other campsites. When we were awake, I pulled my wonderful youngest sons close, kissed their foreheads, and told them how much I love them and how much I need them. Then I popped each of their bare bottoms and wished them a happy birthday. They attacked me with kisses on my cheeks and neck and a few on my lips. Finally, our collective need to pee overcame our love-fest. We pulled on our clothes and trotted down to the communal restroom to empty our straining bladders. Then we ate some cereal and broke camp, loading all our gear into the back of the truck. It took us about an hour and a half to drive the curvy roads to the little town of Almond, where we stopped at a local diner for lunch a little before noon. The boys had grilled cheese sandwiches while I downed a spicy bowl of chili. Then we entered beautiful, rocky Nantahala Gorge, where we found the swimming hole and played in the cool water for a while. The boys played with two brothers a couple of years older than them. They were from Atlanta and were rather rough, but played nicely with the twins. I spoke with their parents for a while as we watched our sons interacting. The father, Jacob, and the mother, Nancy, were friendly, so it was a casual, relaxed hour as we chatted. Our visit ended when they decided it was time they collected their sons and began their drive back home. We didn't stay much longer as we needed to get home early so we could all be ready for the twins' birthday dinner with the other boys. As we gathered around the dinner table a few hours later, I was very proud of how well each one of our sons had dealt with a very difficult time in our family. Darrel was a very welcome addition to the close circle of love and mutual support. Without him, we would not likely be in such a good place at this time. David would load up his car and drive off to Asheville tomorrow, only an hour away, but that was far enough to remove him from our daily lives. It was an adjustment I was not looking forward to making, but one I knew was necessary. Being all together at dinner was very special and I think each of us understood that. We celebrated the twins' twelfth birthday and we were thankful we had survived our first summer without their mom. I knew Sally Ann would be proud of us. No, I corrected myself, she is proud of us. Her clear soprano voice was missing when we sang "Happy Birthday" to the boys. They received school clothes and new shoes as presents. The big gift was a stereophonic record player and speakers for their room. Darrel had gotten it while we were camping. He'd also gotten a $25 gift certificate for records at the Greenville Record Shop. That night Danny slept with the twins while the rest of us made sure Dave wouldn't leave home unsatisfied. Monday was Labor Day and we spent a couple of hours at our private swimming hole that morning, with David's friend Tanner joining us. David and Tanner spent an hour in his room saying goodbye in their own way while Darrel grilled burgers on our backyard grill. After lunch, David walked Tanner out to his car, where I observed a warm kiss that lasted a couple of minutes before Dave's friend got into his car. I was a bit surprised by the depth of emotion I saw passing between the two young studs. Dave was a bit subdued when he came back inside, going immediately up to his room to finish packing. Shortly after 3:00, we all helped him load up his car. A round of hugs and kisses and not a few tears ensued until he pulled out of our drive onto the road heading toward US 25 and Asheville. Dwight After Dave left, the house felt sad. No one in our family had ever left us, except for Mom. Maybe we all remembered the emptiness of life when Mom left us. Maybe we were just tired. But Dwayne and I went up to our room when we could no longer see Dave's car going down the road. We tossed our clothes on the floor and crawled into bed where we cuddled up and held each other for a long time. Dwayne pushed me away just enough so we could look into each other's eyes. "You," he whispered and touched my cheek. "You," I answered and returned his touch. "I didn't expect to feel this sad when David left," he said. "Me neither. I've been pretending it wasn't going to happen for a long time." "Yeah, me, too." He kissed me lightly. "We'll be okay," I consoled him. "We'll see him every once in a while." "Of course," he said. "And he'll call us sometimes, too." We hugged tightly again for a long while. Eventually Daniel appeared at our door. He was wearing shorts and flip-flops, having just come upstairs. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. We turned to look at him. "You're wearing clothes," I observed. He looked down and then grinned at us. Nonchalantly he unzipped his shorts and dropped them to his feet. Then he stepped out of his shoes, leaving the pile in the hallway in front of our door. He sauntered into the room, his cock swinging from left to right as he walked. I thought it might be getting a little bigger, too. When he reached us, he climbed into the bed and pulled Dwayne off me. Then he slithered in between us and pulled us to his sides, in the same position we sometimes slept with him. Dwayne and I rolled against his sides. Dwayne looked across Dan's chest and grinned at me. I knew what he was going to do so I reached my hand out, too. We each put our hand around Dan's cock, causing him to jerk his body and then sigh. "I don't know about you two," he said. "You haven't hit puberty and you haven't had your training, but you sure seem to like cock." "We do," Dwayne said and I nodded in agreement. "Why is that, do you think?" Dan asked. "I don't know," I said. "We want to know how they work," Dwayne said. "I think you already know that," Dan commented. "Do you know what `queer' means?" "That you like guys," Dwayne said. "Yes, but more specifically." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, most people like guys, but most people are not queer, are they?" "Oh," I said, thinking. "Queers think guys are cute," Dwayne elaborated. "Yeah," I said, "they want to have sex with other guys." "That's right," Dan nodded. He paused for a moment. Something was bothering me. "Danny?" "Yes, Dwight?" "When the kids at school talk about queers, it's really bad. Like nobody is worse than a queer." Dan nodded gravely as I spoke. "That's the attitude many people have, I guess." "Why is that?" "Because people are afraid of what they don't understand. They don't like people who don't think or act the same as them." "Yeah," Dwayne said, "everyone seems to think it's dirty and wrong." "True," Dan agreed. "Danny?" I said. "Yes?" "If we all like to have sex with each other, then that makes us all queer, doesn't it?" "That's what most people would think." "You don't agree?" Dwayne asked in a surprised tone. "Dad and Uncle Darrel explain it like this: Some men, like the Coopers, enjoy having sex with other men and so they do it a lot. But a lot of them also like to be with a woman, like Grandfather and Grandmother." "Or Dad and Mom?" I asked with a catch in my voice. "Yes," Danny smiled. "So, Cooper men aren't queer?" Dwayne asked. "That's a hard question, Dwayne. I would say that most are not. Uncle Dalton is married to Aunt Juanita and our older cousins are mostly married. A lot of people would call them bisexual. Do you guys know that word?" I was a bit confused, but Dwayne nodded. "It means a person who likes to have sex with everybody." Dan laughed for a minute. When he finished, he said, "Not quite, but close. A bisexual is a person who is attracted to both men and women. That's a better word for most of our family than queer. You see the difference?" "I think so," I answered while Dwayne nodded. "Some of us might only be attracted to men and that would make us be like the word queer." "Really?" I asked. "Who?" Dwayne wanted to know. "I'm not sure about the others. It's not something I've ever discussed with Dad or Darrel or Dave or Don. But I do think that I'm queer." He said all this quite solemnly. "How do you know?" Dwayne inquired. "It's confusing," he said. "I like some of the girls in my class and I think they are pretty. That's like the other guys feel." I sensed this was a very personal conversation we were having and listened intently so I would not miss anything Dan was going to share. "But," Daniel continued, "I don't feel that I want to have sex with them." "Eww," Dwayne muttered. "I wouldn't want to do that either!" Dan laughed again. "At your age, I think almost all boys would say that. But, at my age, boys are supposed to want to screw every girl." "That's disgusting!" I said. "Yeah. I guess I'm exaggerating a little." He chuckled. "I still don't understand why you call yourself queer," Dwayne said. "Sorry, I didn't finish." He took a moment to look deeply at each of us before he continued. "You see, not only am I not interested in girls sexually, but I am interested in other guys that way." "How do you know that?" Dwayne asked. Daniel thought about that for a moment. "Do you remember Donny's birthday party a few weeks ago?" "Sure," Dwayne said as I nodded. "There were some guys there that I looked at and thought I'd like to be with them." "Like who?" Dan started to blush a little bit at that question. "If I tell you, it has to be our secret, okay?" We nodded. "I mean it!" he emphasized. "Okay," I said. "I promise." "Me, too," Dwayne said. "You can't even tell Donny because it would be horrible if one of these guys found out I think this. It would be dangerous." "Wow!" I said. Dangerous? "So, who?" Dwayne persisted. Dan sighed and grinned to himself. "Mike Morrison and Chris Logan." "Isn't Mike the quarterback?" I asked. "Yes, and I think he's so-o-o dreamy!" Danny gushed. "He is very handsome," Dwayne observed. "And has a great body, too," I added. "You're both right. But, he's also two years older than me and wouldn't know I existed if I weren't Donald's brother." "And Chris?" Dwayne asked. "Yes, I think he's very cute, too, and he's just a little older than me." "So, uh, Mike and Chris convinced you that you're queer?" Dwayne asked. "No. They didn't convince me. I don't think either of them know I'm attracted to them. It was the fact that I am attracted to them so much that convinced me." "Okay," Dwayne said after a moment, "that makes sense." "Except," I interrupted, "I don't understand how you know you are attracted to them for sex." "I'm not sure you can quite understand until you hit puberty, but imagine that when you look at a very attractive person, you get all nervous inside and you feel sort of hot all over." "That doesn't sound like fun," I said. Dan laughed. "I don't know that it is fun, but it's very ... very ... exciting. All your attention is on that person whenever they're nearby and you just imagine kissing them or whatever." "Sucking their dick?" Dwayne asked with a devilish grin. Dan blushed more at that. "Yes, little brother, sucking their dick." "And you didn't feel that way about the cute girls who were at the party?" Dwayne inquired. "Of course not!" I interjected. "They don't have dicks!" We all laughed at that. Dan ruffled my hair. "You guys are too much! No wonder I love hanging out with you." "Us, too," Dwayne said and then kissed Dan on his lips. They kissed for a minute or so and then Dwayne pulled back. Danny looked at me and I leaned in for a similar, warm kiss. "Listen, guys, I haven't told anyone else about being queer, not even Donny or Dave or Dad. So, let it be our secret for now. Okay?" "Sure, Dan," I said. "Thanks for sharing it with us," Dwayne added. "We love you," I said. "Likewise!" Dan said. "Now let me get up. I've got stuff to do on the final day of summer!" When Dan had collected his clothes from the hall floor and disappeared, Dwayne looked over at me. "That was interesting, huh?" "Very." "Do you think we'll be queer when we're older?" Dwayne asked. I thought for a moment. "It's hard to say, I guess, but I do feel a lot more interested in guys' bodies than girls'. I know that." "I feel that way, too," he acknowledged. "I guess we'll have to see how we feel after puberty hits us." "Yeah," he laughed. "I just hope it doesn't hit hard enough to knock us out!" I joined him in laughter, feeling a lot better than I had a few minutes earlier.