Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 22:50:21 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 10 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 10 David As we got out of the car, I immediately noticed a stunning blonde looking off the porch at us. He was taller than us by a couple of inches, wore his hair long, but pulled back into a pony tail, had a slender swimmer's body, and was packed into a square-cut form-fitting white swimsuit that obviously barely accommodated some monumental man-flesh. He peered at us for a moment, holding my eyes in a warm stare, and raised his hand in a slow wave. Fuck, he was breathtaking! Soon we had our small bags in hand and went up the steps. Before we could knock, a good-looking man about Darrel's age burst through the door. He immediately grabbed Darrel into a lingering hug as I scoped out his handsome face, shoulder-length light brown hair with matching mustache, piercing blue eyes, and well-muscled body covered only by a bright green bikini. "Damn, buddy!" the hottie in the bikini cried as he clung to Darrel. "It's so good to see you." He pushed away from Darrel and looked over his body. "And you do look fabulous, babe, if a little over-dressed, but we'll soon fix that!" Finally, he took a breath, allowing Darrel to speak. "Good to see you, too, John!" my lover-uncle said as he pulled John in for a lengthy, probing kiss that left me blushing and all three of us semi-hard. When they broke the high-energy kiss, John turned his flushed face toward me. "And this gorgeous one must be David!" He moved his hands from Darrel's back (and butt) to my shoulders, looked me in the eye, and surprised me with a kiss that was as lengthy, probing, and erection-producing as the one he'd just shared with Darrel. When we separated, Darrel laughed, stroked my hard rod through my thin nylon running shorts and said, "Obviously David likes you, John!" John laughed and turned back toward Darrel. The head of his erect penis had escaped the waistband of his bikini and was stretched toward his navel, a couple of inches caught momentarily in the sunlight. "I like him, too!" We all laughed. As we turned and walked into the house, I felt a flutter of excitement in my tummy. I was starting to think this was going to be an amazing weekend. Inside was a large living room furnished with rather non-descript basic furniture. Light-weight wooden couches and chairs provided seating for about ten butts while a couple of side tables made suitable drink-holders. In the center of the room stood a rather unusual piece I could only describe as a leather bed. It stood about waist high and was about five feet square and upholstered in shiny black leather (or maybe vinyl). It had some kind of mattress or padding under the upholstery, making it look rather comfortable. When they saw me inspecting this piece, Darrel and John exchanged a smirk and then both giggled. I wasn't so dumb and naïve I didn't have a few ideas of what its purpose was. Our furniture-inspection was interrupted by the opening of a set of French doors at the side of the room. From the porch outside, an older man wearing a Navy blue bikini came in with the blond vision who had waved to me. With them was a slightly smaller version of the blonde Adonis. Obviously, they were brothers, but the brother had shorter hair, was a couple of inches shorter (about my height), just a little smaller in the waist, and was a bit thinner. He wore a red Speedo that strained to control his genitalia almost as much as that white swimsuit strained to control his brother's package. I couldn't breathe as we were introduced to John's Uncle Hershel, the older man who owned the house, and his two gorgeous employees, Art Vinton (the long-haired beauty I had seen on the porch) and Charlie (Art's brother). John's uncle instructed us to call him Hersh. Hersh seemed friendly but a bit business-like, taking immediate control to explain who the others were. According to his story, he was a supervisor for a big construction firm in Columbia and "these boys" were a couple of his carpenters. When Art took my hand in greeting, I swear electricity shot up my arm and through my guts to my balls! They tingled and I think my cock drooled some precum into my briefs. Since I stand 6'1", it's unusual for me to have to look up at someone, but Art had a good two more inches on me. Secretly, I suspected he had another two inches on me elsewhere on his magnificent body, and I do not mean on his pecs or arms! His smile made the hairs at the top of my butt-crack twitch. As Hersh showed Darrel and me to our room, I remembered the encounter with the boy at the burger place in Allendale. I had felt an immediate desire to dominate him, to top him and take him as my own. Even more powerfully, I was now feeling an immediate desire for Art (and Charlie, too, for that matter) to dominate me. I wanted to feel their big cocks snug in my tight love-hole. I wanted to give myself to them, to submit my body to their desires, to be completely vulnerable to these incredibly handsome and sexy men. Their masculine beauty brought out my desire to feel lost in their control. "What do you think so far?" Darrel asked when we were alone, changing into our leave-nothing-to-the-imagination Speedos. "They're all very nice," I said. I told him about my realization that I want to submit to Art and Charlie. "Excellent!" he said. "I'm glad you're understanding yourself so well. I'm sure you`ll have the opportunity to submit to them several times during the weekend." Did my asshole really twitch at that news? Within a few minutes I had met the other party-goers, except for three guys from Asheville who had not yet arrived. In addition to Darrel and me, John and his uncle, and the spectacular brothers Art and Charlie, there was Clint, Jimmy Joe, Lester, and Norman. Clint was one of the founders of the sex club at UNC in Asheville. In fact, I found out John was also a founder and that Mark, a third founder would be arriving, too. The fourth founder was Ivan, who couldn't be here because he was still on his honeymoon, having married Miss Georgia 1967 two weeks ago. The other founders had attended the ceremony in Atlanta and talked quite a bit about how nice it was. Why did knowing he was married to a beauty queen make me want to meet Ivan even more? My brain was really getting confused by my desires! I digress. Back to Clint, who was standing in front of me. Clint was 28 and lived in Charlotte so he had ridden down to Hilton Head in John's Imperial. He was about 6' tall and, as my Grandmother would say, was `big boned.' Later I found out how accurate this description really was! He was a big handsome guy with substantial, solid muscles, brown eyes and hair, and a scrumptiously hairy body. He was an agent for United Airlines, so he sometimes checked people in and sometimes threw the bags. He was naked but for a pair of Speedo's in a black and white checked pattern. He had a cock that stretched all the way across his thigh and was quite thick, even though he didn't appear to be hard. Lordy, I felt my hole twitch for sure! Jimmy Joe and Norman both worked in maintenance at the Hilton Hotel in Hilton Head, Jimmy Joe in plumbing and Norm in landscaping. Jimmy Joe, who answered to JJ, was about 30 and about my height but not as generously muscled as my wrestler's physique. Still, he was in good shape. He was rather Irish-looking with hair that was on the orange side of red, prominent freckles, and eyes that might be called Leprechaun green. He had one of the only red-orange mustaches I'd ever seen. Altogether he had a different, unusual look, but he had good features that made him attractive overall. He spoke with a very strong South Carolina lowlands accent and said he was originally from Orangeburg, which I thought humorous given his hair color, but I withheld the remark as I wasn't sure it would not sound bitchy. For some reason, his good-ole-boy persona seemed a little out of place in this man-loving crowd. He wore a yellow bikini that seemed on the verge of losing control of a rather large set of low-hangers. At 5'11" Norm was a couple of inches shorter than Jimmy Joe and me. He had medium brown hair worn a bit shaggy and overgrown and he had a thick beard that was about an inch or so long all around. He was handsome, tanned, and rugged and triggered my submissiveness. He was polite but seemed quite shy. His gray terry-cloth bikini held a substantial-looking package that drew my interest. Lester was also one of Hersh's carpenters, but he was quite different from Art and Charlie. Where they were tall, slender, blonde, and not much older than me, Lester stood only about 5'9" and was thicker built, not fat at all, just thick. Hmm. He was a bit over 30, I think, and he had dark brown hair and eyes and a beard. His facial features were sort of coarse, but came together to make him a combination of handsome and sexy. Looking at his nose and lips and tongue made me hot. He wore a plain, black Speedo that obviously contained a good package, but details were difficult to discern through the dark fabric. Perhaps, he is the party `surprise package,' I laughed to myself. We collected towels, snacks, and a keg of beer transported on a little red wagon. We all went out the back of the house to another deck. This one contained a swimming pool with beautifully clear water and a nearby hot-tub that looked like a 6-seater to me. Scattered around the deck, I counted 7 lounge chairs and 3 tables, each with 4 chairs. On one side of the deck was one of those large cable spools lying on its side. This one was weird because, like the odd piece in the living room, this spool seemed to have been padded and then covered in the black upholstery. Over the spool was a canopy attached to solid metal posts, suggesting it was a permanent installation. I figured the spool's intended use was similar to the living room centerpiece. Everyone grabbed a cup of beer and began drinking it down pretty fast. Clint, the hairy stud in the black and white Speedo came up to my side. He said he'd heard from John that I would be entering UNCA in September and was being considered for the club. I said I was intending to go to the college, but knew little about the club. "Don't worry about that now," he smiled. "Just have some good fun this weekend. John and I will probably talk with you a little at some point. There will be a couple of other members here, too, so you can learn a lot about it. I can already tell you that you pass our standards for good looks so that's no issue. You look quite delicious in that Speedo, my dear boy. I can't wait to get you out of it!" While this idea didn't shock me, this almost-stranger saying that to me did surprise me a bit. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to go with the flow. In my best sultry voice, I said, "I can say the same thing about your Speedo, Clint!" That seemed to have been the right thing to say, but we were interrupted by Darrel before he could respond. JJ, Hersh, and Lester had quietly gotten into the shallow end of the pool, setting their beer cups on the edge of the deck in easy arm's reach. Art, Charlie, and John were standing near one of the tables, nibbling on some mixed nuts and guzzling beer. After they'd downed their second cupsful in about ten minutes, they started toward the pool. John and Charlie plopped into the deeper end, sending some waves across to splash against the three in the shallow end. Art came up to Darrel, Clint, and I to say, "Let's move this party into the water, men!" Darrel took our empty cups while Clint dove into the pool. I hesitated, waiting for Darrel to get back. But Art didn't tolerate dawdlers, apparently, as he put his strong hands on my lower back and pushed me a couple of feet until I was forced off the edge into the pool. When I surfaced, he popped up about a foot behind me. He grabbed my chest and pulled us together so that his impressive bulge smashed into my rump. This party seemed to be moving along at a very rapid pace. And in an exciting direction! Immediately, the pool became Grab-Ass City. Although everyone seemed to be targeted to some degree, I noticed my ass was grabbed almost constantly, far more than the other asses. Soon I was gently laid back into the water by Art, who held me up with his strong arms through my armpits and clasped behind my head which also restrained me from any deflecting movements as Charlie and Clint forcibly removed my Speedo to a lot of cat-calls and whooping sounds. I was embarrassed because I was hard, but I felt better when someone said, "Nice dick on the kid," while a couple of others agreed. Clint and Charlie each held an ankle in their hands. I caught a sort of evil look pass between them and then they walked along my body until they were standing by my pecs, holding my ankles over my shoulders. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, but, damn, if my cock didn't swell even bigger and burp out a healthy dollop of precum that quickly washed off my belly in the waves. Go with the flow, I reminded myself. "Let them see how turned on you get," Darrel had said. With his free hand, Clint took my erection and held it straight up from my body. "Gentlemen!" he called loudly. "We have the official beginning to the Fourth of July Sex Party!" Everyone cheered and a deep voice called out from the deck, "I can see we got here just in time!" For a moment everyone's attention shifted from my hard cock and open asshole to the three newcomers above us on the deck. Two of the men looking down at us were also exceedingly masculine men. Unbelievably, it turned me on to imagine their view of my asshole and to imagine what they would do to it soon. Fuck, I thought, how queer can I get? Being the center of attention for all these hot guys was certainly great for my ego! Before I knew what was happening, Uncle Hersh stepped up to my ass, bent down, and started eating me out! Art tilted my head back but supported it so my face didn't go under water. He leaned down and began kissing me passionately. Holy fuck! This guy was a fabulous wet-dream come true! My cock burped again. I couldn't see who it was, but someone took my cock into a warm and wet cavity and began applying some delicious suction while someone began twisting my nipples. This all continued for a few minutes and I could feel my sexual tension building rapidly toward my first climax of the weekend. Then suddenly, my blow job and rim job ended and Art gently tapered off the kisses. Art, Charlie, and Clint carried me to the shallow end of the pool where I was handed up rather awkwardly to the newcomers, who took arms and legs and hauled me over to the leather-covered spool, which had mysteriously been covered by a huge bath towel. I was laid there on my back with my head swimming as I tried to keep up with all this activity. My legs were pushed back again and Darrel moved into position to rim me some more. My moans announced my enjoyment of a tongue in my ass. A couple of guys toweled my body dry, Art began kissing me again, fingers tweaked my swollen nipples, and my cock was taken in another (the same?) mouth. If Art's lips and tongue hadn't been in control of my mouth, I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs. As it was, I was moaning into his mouth quite loudly. After a couple of minutes, I felt my gonads beginning to gather their energy for a cum-gusher, but at that very moment, Darrel pulled his tongue out of my ass, and announced that no one was to touch my cock again. Reluctantly, my cocksucking buddy stepped away from me and my cock was left to quiver and bounce on my abs as Darrel went back to work. After a while, Art yielded my mouth to his brother, who was also a sexy kisser. Darrel stepped aside and John took over, followed a little while later by Clint. After Charlie, John kissed me for a minute or so as Norm's bushy beard began scrubbing my nether parts while his tongue reamed my sphincter. My cock burped a couple of more dollops of natural lube followed immediately by someone licking it off. I almost came each time! Finally, Norm's beard moved away and was replaced by a lubed-up finger, then two as Darrel finalized my preparation to be sacrificed on this leather altar to this group of randy strangers. Several hands grasped parts of my body and I was pulled to the edge of the spool so my head dangled over the side. Knowing what was intended, I obediently opened my mouth and accepted my first cock which happened to belong to John. His cock was more than an inch shorter than Darrel's and a bit thinner, so it was an easy job for me. In fact, it was no slouch in the cock department, but was about the size of Tanner's cock, not nearly as challenging as Denny's or Darrel's. John's cock was long enough to pass through my mouth and lodge about an inch deep in my throat. I started sucking and swallowing and giving him my best deep-throat technique. Meanwhile, Darrel's fingers were working me over well and making my hole anxious to get stuffed with more than fingers. After a couple of minutes, John withdrew to be replaced by the redheaded JJ, who was slightly longer, but still easier than I was used to sucking. He might have taken an inch and a half of throat. I'd barely gotten adjusted to him when Darrel suddenly abandoned my asshole and was quickly replaced by the pressure of a cockhead. I pushed down and it plopped through my anal ring. While JJ was working my mouth, I didn't know who was plowing my ass, but when JJ withdrew I glanced up to see that John was on his knees on the spool working his cock into my ass. We exchanged a smile before another cock began beating my cheek. I dropped my head back over the side and opened to receive a bigger challenge from the hunky baggage handler Clint, whose cock was thicker than even Darrel's. It looked huge as it passed over my eyes and nose and nestled onto the roof of my mouth. I had to part my jaws more than ever, but was able to do it. John was doing a number on my prostate and my gonads were again preparing for the first blast of the weekend. I squeezed his cock when he reached the deepest part of his stroke and could feel his cock twitch and hear him groan each time. His pace picked up as Clint's slow drive brought him to the back of my mouth. I relaxed my throat as much as I could and he began to descend toward my stomach. My cock was drooling a continuous flow of precum as John's dick pushed past my prostate a couple of times each second. Finally, the Hindenburg was parked all the way into my throat, garnering a deep groan from Clint and several shocked expressions from the onlookers. I heard one bass voice say, "Shit, he's taken every inch of Clint's monster!" A baritone said, "God, I've never seen anyone take a huge motherfucker like that so easily!" A tenor cried out, "He loves it! Look at his cock drool!" I was starting to feel oxygen deprived when Clint pulled back long enough for me to catch two deep breaths. Then he pushed back in. John was pounding me even faster and finally my balls smashed into my body and my cock shot a load that flew over my torso and splattered against Clint's abs. As my first spurt was launched, I screamed a very muffled scream since Clint was ball's deep with his 9-inch Godzilla. I squeezed down internally as my jizz blasted Clint's belly a second time. "Shit! Did you see that cum shot?" the baritone asked. Above me John began to scream as he creamed my ass with his first load. John and I came together as Clint let me breathe, but quietly remained in my mouth. By the time my orgasm had ended, there was a trail of jizz from my neck to my navel and the wads that had landed on Clint's belly were dripping onto my forehead, eyes, and nose. Clint pulled out and lifted my head. He leaned down so his face was above mine and whispered, "That was incredible, dear boy! Thank you very much!" Then he kissed me gently for about a minute. When Clint stepped away, Darrel leaned into me and gave me a gentle kiss. "How are you doing, baby?" he asked. "Good." Actually, I felt so hot it was like I was on fire. "Can you take some more?" I smiled. "Absolutely!" "Great!" He kissed me quickly again and gently lowered my head. Next to cram his dick into my mouth was the bearded Norm, whose dick was nearly as big as Darrel's but seemed very comfortable after Clint's. While I enjoyed Norm's lollipop, another pressure pushed against my rosebud. I pushed back to yield my ass to a more modest dick that was also easy for me to accommodate. So far, my mouth was getting the bigger (literally) challenges. Norm came after only a few minutes, shooting a nice, salty load into my mouth. When he pulled out, I took the opportunity to lift my head with some help from Lester, who seemed to be waiting in line. I glanced up to see that the dick currently plugging my ass repeatedly was attached to one of the newcomers, who I later learned was Alvin, one of the club members. We smiled at each other and he picked up his pace a bit. Lester pulled my head back over the edge and fed me his 6 ½ inches, which sank about an inch into my throat. He liked to fuck more than he liked to be sucked, I guess, as he fucked my face with a pace almost as rapid as Alvin was now using on my ass. The advantage was I could easily breathe with this technique. Since he did all the work, I felt like I was on a smoke break or something. Alvin creamed my ass at almost the same moment that Lester creamed my mouth with an oddly tasteless load. By this time, my cock was rock hard and beginning to drip again. When Alvin and Lester withdrew, Darrel and Art lifted me into a sitting position and with no fanfare picked me up. They took me across the deck and I felt cum dripping out of my hole for a moment until Charlie stuffed a cloth into my ass to catch the combination of John's and Alvin's loads. For about 15 minutes, Darrel sat in the hot tub holding me on his lap with my head resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes he asked if I was sore. "They were pretty easy on me, babe, and left me with a drippy cock, so I guess I could handle a little more." Darrel smiled and kissed me. "I'm so proud of you, baby! You're impressing the hell out of this group. Everybody is so turned on by you!" "Probably not more than I'm turned on by them. What a hot bunch!" After we got out of the tub, I walked back to the keg for a beer, where I met big-dicked Zack, one of the guys who had arrived after the action started. He was about 6'1", very well-muscled, very rugged, and had an air of great authority about him. He was about 23 or 24, without a doubt a dominant male and, yes, my ass twitched in recognition that I wanted to submit to this gorgeous hyper-masculine guy. He introduced himself as a member of the UNCA club and talked with me for a few minutes about the university. I decided I liked him as a person almost as much as I liked him as a sex object! "So," Zack said quietly, "I was really turned on watching you over on the spool a while ago." "Yeah?" I smiled coyly. "Uh-huh," he nodded. "I have to admit I was jealous of those lucky tops." I grinned, having a pretty good idea where this was headed. "Yeah? Is there anything we could do to help you get over your jealousy?" Zack snickered. "Maybe if I got to be your top, you know, like they were?" I caressed his heavy, hairy pecs. "Would you like that?" I asked in my most seductive voice. "Oh, yes!" He put his arm around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. Oh, what a kiss! Within a minute I was rock hard and panting with lust. Breaking our kiss, I said, "What are we waiting for, stud?" Zack laughed, took my hand, and led me to the spool where he had me stand and lean over the spool, leaving my ass high and open for him. Like a perfect top, he spent about five minutes licking and tonguing my hole, which made it tingle with fresh desire for cock. Then he lubed me properly with a three-finger stretch, which prepared me well for his big cock to follow. Zack pressed his cockhead against my rosebud and I pushed down to open my ass for him. I felt my anal ring begin to stretch as just the first bit of cock pressed in. One more push and the thick head passed into me. I could tell from the stretch that his cock was just a bit thicker than Darrel's, which was previously the biggest one in me. Slowly Zack pushed into me until several inches had stuffed my hole. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Just a moment," I said and waited until my body adjusted to the invader. "Now," I said, "please fuck me!" Zack's big cock began sliding past my prostate in a long, delicious slide until about nine inches of dick had me skewered like a rotisserie chicken on a spit. When he paused, I gave him a welcoming squeeze. He grunted and caressed my butt cheeks. Then he commenced to pull back until his flange was all that held my ass open. He paused and drove back through nine inches of asshole until his body was pressed tightly against my rounded buttocks. I squeezed and we now had a pattern that took us to a high state of ecstasy over the next 20 minutes. I groaned as he pushed into me, grunted when he stopped at the end of the thrust, and moaned as he withdrew. All the way in and all the way out was a nearly non-stop massage on my prostate and had my dick so hard it hurt. I dripped what seemed like a quart of precum onto the deck below me. Finally, Zack paused and I took the opportunity to show him how much I loved the rub of his cock on my prostate. When he was still, I tossed my butt back, gobbling up a couple of inches of his cock. Then I pulled off. He backed out just a little more and we did that again. He backed out until only his flange remained inside. This time, I really had to work for my ass to eat about seven inches of his shaft in my backward thrust. Once again I heard a tenor voice say, "Holy shit! His ass is eating Zack's cock!" My hunky top was now moaning continuously and my cock was tingling like it was covered with honey and buried in an ant hill. My gonads could only take about three minutes of this before they finally exploded. I backed onto Zack's big ramrod and screamed. My ass convulsed rhythmically as my body threw blast after creamy blast down onto the deck. My ass's second squeeze triggered Zack's cannons to flood my ass with his love-juices in what seemed like a very big load. Our audience applauded and we lay connected in the most intimate way for a couple of minutes as we recovered our breathing and strength. As he pulled his ass-stretcher out, Zack leaned over my back and whispered, "You definitely have my vote, kid. I want to do you often!" "I'd love that!" I responded with genuine enthusiasm. An instant after Zack's hand left my back, Darrel appeared to check on me. I assured him I had room for another load in my butt so he stepped aside. My throat constricted when I saw Clint step up, Godzilla at the ready. "What do you think, David?" he asked. "Do you want to give it a try?" I considered it for a moment, but I decided now was a good time as I felt quite stretched and with Zack's big load up there I should be well-lubed. Maybe I could get extra points for willingness! I smiled at Clint. "You bet, big guy!" I said with more confidence than I felt. "Okay," he smiled. "If it hurts, tell me. I'm willing to stop." "Thanks," I said. He helped me turn over on the spool so we could do it face-to-face. Then he climbed onto his knees, lifted my legs so Art and Charlie could hold them back, slid his knees around my hips, leaned over me to kiss me wetly, and stabbed my sphincter with his prick. Even after the major fucks I had had, my tired hole still had to stretch a bit more to make room for Clint's monster. There were a few painful seconds and then everything calmed and I felt blissfully full for the remainder of the time he made love to my hole. This fuck was gentle but relentless. I lasted about three minutes before my load spewed all over my torso and face as I screamed "Oh, my God" and "Fu-uck!" over and over. He fucked that load out of me, groaning as my ass squeezed the big mass inside it. But he just kept going. I expect he went another 12 or 14 minutes after I came before he finally filled me with his special sauce. There was so much cum in my ass and so little space for more that it seemed like as much oozed out around his cock as he put in me. When Clint recovered, he pulled out and Darrel halted the action by enlisting the beautiful carpenters to help carry me to the hot tub for another time to soothe my now-swollen and sore asshole. While we were luxuriating in the hot tub with Art and Charlie, John came out from the house to announce that dinner would be served in about 15 minutes. "So, don't start anything!" he shouted. Dinner was hot dogs and hamburgers cooked on the grill. The keg provided a lot of liquid refreshment along with the food. I was officially introduced to Zack, Mark, and Alvin, the guys who had arrived a bit later. Alvin was a handsome 24-year-old physical therapist at the VA Hospital in Asheville. Zack turned out to be a 22-year-old Deputy in the Sheriff's Department of the county north of Asheville. Mark was a 25-year-old 2nd Lieutenant in the Army, currently stationed at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky. I found it very strange to be introduced to men who had thoroughly fucked me this afternoon. Clint and Mark were founders of the club. Alvin was in the first group of new recruits and Zack had joined a year later, so all were long-time members. Clint and Mark explained a lot about the club as we ate on the deck, seated a bit apart from the others. At the current time there were 18 members, but they planned to add six in the fall. You were expected to participate in their weekend parties, which were held most weekends at a large house at the edge of Asheville, but you became like a family. It did sound intriguing. Thanks to Darrel and now Denny, I had grown accustomed to a lot of sex daily, which I didn't want to lose when I went to college. I told Clint and Mark I was definitely interested. After dinner Darrel took me to our room and insisted I take time for another douche, to clean out all the lube and cum that had been deposited there this afternoon. "It'll make you feel and taste fresh for the evening," he said. When I came back, the party had moved back to the deck around the pool where the beer flowed freely while John kept records playing loudly on a cabinet-model stereo. We heard several Beatles albums, some Rolling Stones, Blood, Sweat, and Tears, Neil Diamond, Elvis, the Supremes, Credence Clearwater Revival, Jefferson Airplane, and Stevie Wonder. There may have been more. I got distracted from the music after a while. Some of the guys danced together part of the time. I particularly enjoyed dancing with Art. We both got quite hard while dancing to the hilariously appropriate "I Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valle. I'd never experienced anything as erotic as slow-dancing naked with a babe like Art. Art wasn't quite the super-dominant type like Zack, Mark, Clint, or even his brother Charlie. There was no question I wanted to submit to those guys as often as possible. Art was different. He was as manly as any man, but there was also a sweetness about him. He seemed passionate and probably romantic, if given the opportunity. The way he'd kissed me several times during the afternoon had left me weak-kneed and horny for time with him, even when I had someone else fucking me. When we danced close together, our cocks were jammed between our abdomens and both cocks drooled a lot of precum in this highly erotic clutch. When the song ended, we exchanged a heart-opening, ball-churning, cock-dripping deep kiss that made my ass wet for him. I needed him then, not later. "Please, Art," I whispered, "would you fuck me?" "Oh, God, Dave, I would love to, if that's what you want." "You've got a lot of dick, more than I've taken before, but I want to connect with you that way. I'm so horny for you, I just have to try." "I know I'm not easy to take and I don't ever want to hurt a nice guy like you. We can try and if it hurts, I'll stop." "Come on!" I practically dragged him to the padded spool, grabbing a bottle of lotion and a big towel on the way. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several of the others taking notice of what we were doing so I was not surprised that an audience gathered around us as we leaned on the spool and kissed some more. We crawled up to the leather surface and lay facing each other while we continued making out. Slowly he dropped his head and kissed my nipples, suckling one and tweaking the other gently as he pushed me onto my back. I gasped as electric shocks ran from my nipples to my groin. He kissed down my abs as he fondled my balls. He pushed my legs apart and put his knees between mine. Bending over he kissed my cockhead, licked it clean of the precum that oozed out, and took my balls into his mouth. I moaned deeply. Vaguely I became aware of bodies surrounding our spool. As my breathing grew raspy, I could hear other heavy breathing from every direction. Art's hands moved under my thighs and he lifted my legs effortlessly to open my asshole, which he kissed lightly and then more firmly. I whimpered as my body shuddered and my cock drooled. His tongue pushed through my rosebud and caressed the inside surface of my sphincter. I tossed my head back and forth, whimpering, and crying from the intensity of sensations. He took his time rimming my hole and I was grateful to Darrel for having me douche again. Art's tongue loved me as well as Darrel's and Denny's did on any night back home. The fact that this tongue belonged to the butch, but sweet, carpenter somehow made it even better. As he licked, probed, circled, sucked a little, and kissed, I really felt I was experiencing the best sex possible. Finally, he removed his mouth from my needy anus, but he quickly inserted a finger dripping with lube. Soon a second finger joined the first and then a third. After all the action my ass had had earlier, my hole was already stretched, so there was no discomfort at all. I was loving Art's ministrations, but ready for the whole enchilada. "Please, honey, give me your cock," I said. Gees, I thought, I'm pleading like a Tijuana whore. I guess Don is right; I've been completely queered. But at that moment, I didn't care about labels or regrets. "Put it in me!" I ordered with some insistence. Art's fingers slipped out and he shifted so his torso was above mine. I felt his lips on mine and my mouth welcomed him like a drowning man welcomes a life preserver. As his tongue found its second home with mine, I felt the pressure of a blunt object against my dilated rosebud. As the pressure increased slightly, I pushed down and grunted into Art's mouth as I felt his golden shaft begin its maiden voyage down my channel. After a couple of inches, he stopped, pulled away from my mouth, and whispered, "Are you okay, baby?" I stared into his blue eyes, nodded, and pushed my body down, causing a couple of additional inches to slide into my guts. Art's eyes widened in surprise and a slow grin crossed his beautiful face. He pushed another couple of inches in and I groaned, "Yes!" More inches and I felt his cockhead conquering truly virgin territory as he reached a point where no dick had been before. I whimpered. "Fuck me, please!" I cried. He pushed just a bit more until we both felt our balls kiss each other's. He smiled. "Is that enough for you?" he asked. I smiled and squeezed the long, long cock inside me. "Oooh!" he moaned. "Jesus!" someone said over my shoulder. "Fucking amazing!" someone else said from the side. "Fuck, he's got the whole ten inches buried in prime boy ass!" Art began kissing me and withdrawing a bit before reconquering those deepest few inches. My prostate was pressed and rubbed and stimulated relentlessly as Art moved lovingly within me. My mind lost touch with the reality around me as it was flooded from sensations from my ass, prostate, balls, and cock. When Art's mouth didn't restrict me, I moaned loudly and continuously. I squeezed him at the end of each thrust and even managed to do a sort of rolling squeeze a few times. Whenever I squeezed, he responded with a loud moan. We continued in this state of nirvana for several minutes as the erotic charge in my gonads built toward the inevitable explosion. Art continued to ream me rather gently for another ten minutes before he pulled back from my mouth so he could pull further out of my ass on each withdrawal. He put more power into each thrust and quickened his pace a bit. After a minute or so, he paused, leaned down and kissed me deeply. The cock inside me as well as the cock lying on my belly stayed hard. "Let me turn over and then do me harder," I said. He grinned and we disengaged, flipped over, and I dropped my feet to the deck. Now I was in the classic position to take it from behind. Before my ass could even consider closing up, he mounted me again, sliding smoothly into me with no problems. As soon as we were hooked together again, I pushed back and swallowed about six or seven inches of hard steel. Damn, it felt good! It's difficult for me to describe this...