Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2019 17:51:29 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 11 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 11 Darrel Note to the Reader: David is right. He tried describing the ensuing fuck, but his description was nowhere near as erotic as the actual event. So, Dwight, as the editor and chief poo-bah of this project, and I decided this section should be told by a well-qualified observer rather than a whacked-out participant, therefore I'm taking the reins for a while. Let's start by setting the stage a little better. It was late afternoon, the end of a very hot mid- summer's day in the sweltering heat of the goddamned Piedmont of southern South Carolina, of all places. The temp was at the century mark and the humidity had passed the century mark back in February. (Just kidding, of course, but it felt that muggy.) In the distance, Ole Sol was only about half an hour from doing his nightly disappearing act when Art flipped Davey onto his cum-splattered belly on the black vinyl surface Hersh had added to the side/top of the old cable spool. (It was not leather as an uninformed writer has erroneously suggested. Hersh was far too cheap to spend that much just for a platform for guys to screw on.) Now, you also need to have a better picture of these two man-boys who volunteered to become the main beat-off fantasy of all in attendance for the rest of their lives. Barely 18, Dave is a most handsome dude with pure light skin that is tanned above the waist from his summer job on the ranch. His hair is jet black and plentiful on his chest, lower arms, and legs. His eyes are a lovely color I would call ocean blue. His nose, ears, and mouth are well-formed without being feminine in the least. In fact, there is not a feminine-looking cell on his buff body. Recall that he is a champion high school wrestler and linebacker for a large southern school district. He is 6'1" and weighs about 195. A lot of that weight is carried in substantial pectorals, bulging shoulders, and thick arms with amazing biceps. His thighs are big and strong, too, about 22 inches at their widest place, I think. His muscles are heavy and powerful! Oh, and he has an eight-pack abdomen with a 31" waist and one of those butts that is like two perfectly rounded melons and as firm and smooth as granite. And he has a beautiful circumcised cock that is an eighth of an inch less than 8 inches and has a circumference of about 5 ¼ inches. He is a big dude, handsome, in impeccable shape, and very masculine, in spite of his fears of being queered and feminized by his training. Art is even taller, 6'3" with a slender but muscular build. Not quite 21, he works out so that, while not exactly bulky, he has very solid muscles with maybe 2% body fat. He weighs about 200 and has a 30" waist, nipples that always seem to be erect, and perfect abdominals. He has a beautiful golden-brown tan that shows he spends a lot of time in that low-cut swimsuit we saw him in when we arrived this afternoon. He is completely hairless (I think he shaves) except for what is on his head, under his arms, and in his crotch. All that hair is a very pale blonde which seems to shine out from his skin. He wears his hair down to his shoulder blades, but usually has it in a pony tail. His eyes are such pale blue, they are stunning, and his nose, ears, lips, teeth, and skin are damn near perfect. He is one of the most beautiful men who walk the planet. He could make a fortune as a model or five fortunes as a gay porn star, especially when you consider his beautiful cock that measures 9.8 inches long with a girth nearing 6 inches. On such a slender frame, his cock really looks gargantuan! He's quite masculine, but he carries a hint of softening in his feminine hairstyle and the lightness of his coloring. His face is so incredibly handsome that he is beautiful. So, the picture is an unbelievably gorgeous, blonde, and hairless swimmer with a pony tail and a "dick of death" fucking the bejeezus out of a darker, hairier, and awesomely handsome wrestler with a perfectly- formed, meaty, and definitely manly butt. Visually, the expected roles were reversed with the darker, hairier, and more powerfully built Dave submitting completely to the lighter, silky smooth, and slender Art. Seeing David standing beside the spool, head and torso laid out on the vinyl surface with his masculine butt sticking out prominently behind him and Art standing behind him with that gigantic hard shaft stuck deep into David's hole had to be the sexiest pairing any of us had ever seen. When David thrust backwards, engulfing 5 or 6 inches of Art's magnificent phallus each time, it was truly way beyond hot. It was incendiary! Dave tossed his butt back onto Art's massive cock as if it was a toothpick. Dave yelped and screamed as he power-fucked his own ass with Art's monumental rod. This was the World Cup of self- fucks! His performance was worthy of an Oscar, an Emmy, a Tony, a Pulitzer, and a Nobel Prize all at the same time. Knowing that David was a virgin just three weeks ago made it virtually impossible for my brain to accept what my eyes were seeing. As David pounded his body backwards, Art struggled to stay upright, tightly gripping David's waist to counterbalance the power of his thrusts. Art exploded with a loud "Ooof!" each time David's firm butt slammed into his belly. Alternately, we mesmerized onlookers held our breaths, exhaled, and muttered "My God!" or "Unbelievable!" or "Fuck!" or "Shit!" Every eye was on this incredible fuck machine we were seeing. Every dick was rock hard and dripping. Every guy stroked, some slow, some fast, but all stroked. Minutes passed and the crazed David repeatedly impaled himself on the biggest dick in town. Suddenly, after about eight minutes, David slammed his body back into Art, completely subsuming the blonde's cock into his rectum. Art staggered but hung on. Dave's vocals went up a half octave and about 40 decibels and his cock splooged out the biggest seven shots I've ever seen. The wads of semen blasted down onto the deck beside the spool and ricocheted over a very large area. Two of the onlookers got caught in the splatter zone, but no one cared. As David screamed and shot, Art held him tightly at his waist. He also screamed and shook as if he was having a standing seizure while his dick exploded 10 inches up Dave's asshole. Four audience members shot at the same time and two more came before all the screaming had stopped. As soon as Art's deflating dick dropped out of Davey's dripping ass, I pulled Dave up and led him to the hot tub for a rest. Art and his brother Charlie joined us among the bubbles. That led to the blonde brothers sharing some exciting kisses with both Dave and me. Gradually, Charlie and Dave seemed to form a pair while Art sat in my lap. In order to stake my claim, I let my hand roam onto Art's spectacular buns and then circle back to his rosebud. As I touched him there, he moaned into my mouth. I exerted slight pressure and was rewarded with the words "Oh yeah" whispered into my ear. "Come on," I said. We got out of the tub, quickly dried off, and walked hand-in-hand to the sex spool where Art lay face down across the padded top. I climbed above him and started kissing that marvelous rosebud of his to the accompaniment of his delighted gasps and whimpers. Soon, Dave lay down beside Art and Charlie began rimming him. The bottoms began kissing as they enjoyed their rim jobs. I entered Art as he lay flat on the spool. Charlie slipped to the side and entered Dave from behind him as they lay on their right sides, facing us. Neither Charlie nor I were in a hurry and we gently thrusted into our respective bottoms as we all moaned and groaned. After a while we shifted into the missionary position and the bottoms looped their adjacent ankles together and locked their lips in a kiss that was going to last until we were all finished. After all their earlier orgasms, both Dave and Art stayed in that level of ecstasy where you are having a fabulous time but not moving noticeably toward a climax. After close to 20 minutes, Charlie shifted a bit more over Dave and doubled his pace, which brought both of them to a higher plane of excitement quickly. I followed Charlie's lead and soon Art was crying out loudly and squeezing my dick. When Dave's cock blew, his happy top responded by slamming his big dick home and joining in the orgasm. Seeing this pushed me across the finish line, too, and I unloaded inside the gorgeous Art, who began spewing his sticky essence onto his abdominal ridges. We four got down from the top of the spool, wiped ourselves and the table up and enjoyed one final beer, Art and Dave cuddled up while Charlie and I sat with our arms around each other. On one side of the pool, Alvin was taking Clint in his oral opening and Zack in his anal opening. Next to that grouping, John was getting thoroughly fucked by Mark. The final foursome, Hersh, JJ, Norm, and Lester sat in the hot tub nursing their beers. A few minutes later, I took Dave by the hand and led him to bed where neither of us was in the mood for anything but some mild spooning and a lot of sleeping. David When it was all happening to me that night on the spool, I didn't know quite how sexy it was to the audience. I was too in-the-moment with Art to think about what our union might look like or sound like to bystanders. I'm glad Darrel wrote that section for us, even though it makes me blush to read it! (It makes me bone up, too!) Saturday, we had a leisurely brunch served again on the deck. After a while we all got dressed in street clothes (shorts, tanks, and sandals mostly) to go into Savannah (about 40 minutes to the south) to see the Independence Day Parade at 2:00. This gave us an opportunity to interact as guys, not sex objects, and I enjoyed it a lot, especially hanging with Art and Charlie. After the parade, we ate dinner at a very nice, but casual, seafood restaurant on the old riverfront where Hersh had reserved a table for 13. I was seated between Clint and Mark who talked with me some more about the club. By the end of the meal, I was certain I wanted to be a part of that hot group. The sun was about to set by the time we got back to Hersh's beach house and no one wasted any time getting naked and into the pool. However, Darrel stopped me and sent me to do a douche, saying, "You won't miss any action by taking a few minutes to get clean." I knew he was right but hated to leave the party even for half an hour. As I was coming back to the deck later, I met Alvin in the hallway. He admitted having taken a moment for the same cleansing and suggested we share the spool in a round robin. After he explained it, I thought it sounded hot, too. Without talking to the others, we spread towels onto the spool and climbed up on opposite sides of the spool, on our knees facing each other. This put our assholes at about face height near the edges of the spool. The guys in the pool and hot tub and the ones just lounging with beers had noticed us and were watching and waiting. "Attenzione!" Alvin shouted. "Attenzione!" When he had everyone's attention, he announced, "The lovely David and I invite you to an endless round robin. Phase one is all the rimming you want to do, starting right now." Alvin reached for my neck and pulled our faces together. His lips found mine and his tongue entered me. Thirty seconds later, Zack kissed my rosebud and the evening's activities began. Alvin and I were rimmed by almost all the guys for 20 minutes or so before John called out, "Phase two is fingering!" The next six or seven minutes passed with the fingers of eleven of the horniest dudes in the South plunging home in our quivering assholes. Everyone cheered when John called out, "Phase three is fu-u-ucking and it starts now!" Darrel and Zack helped me to get down and lean over the edge of the spool. Alvin took a similar position across from me and we brought our faces together in the middle of the spool, renewing our passionate kissing. From the more modest cocks belonging to Lester and John to the monsters belonging to Clint, Charlie, and the luscious Art, Alvin and I took them all. For the next hour and a quarter, I was impaled constantly in three or four-minute increments by my eleven lovers, cumming once with Zack, once with Clint, and once with Art. Alvin got off two or three times, too, and I'm pretty sure I took at least six loads up my butt. I knew I should feel incredibly slutty and like the gayest thing since Liberace, but I didn't care. I felt very happy, surrounded by loving friends. And I was very well-satisfied. During the last few minutes of the round robin, my ass did throb a bit, but a few minutes in the hot tub took care of that. Beer flowed like Niagara Falls and all the guys were gregarious and randy. No sooner had I gotten out of the hot tub than Zack led me to an air mattress on the deck beside the pool. He had a bottle of lotion and a towel in his hands. He rimmed me briefly, finger-fucked me long enough to get my hole lubed and my cock dripping, then he entered me and delivered an ass-pounding that left me breathless and spent about 20 minutes later when he left a sexy deposit deep, I mean deep, inside me. Just before he withdrew, he whispered, "If we were alone, I'd do you a couple more times, but I think I've hogged you long enough." "My God, Zack!" I muttered. "I hope we get the opportunity to do it that many times soon!" "When you're in the club," he grinned and pulled his beautiful cock out of me. He escorted me back to the hot tub and helped me sink into the soothing bubbles. As I sat in the hot water, I felt the slight soreness dissipate from my hole. Nearby, my beloved Darrel was fucking his friend John against the spool. Clint was 9 inches deep in the gorgeous buns belonging to the luscious Art, who was gasping and pushing back powerfully against Clint's abdomen. And on the airbed Zack and I had just vacated, Alvin laid down so the orange-bearded Norm could insert his 8 inches into Alvin's well-used hole. On one chaise lounge, Hersh was giving a blow job to Lester and on another JJ was sucking Mark. Charlie joined Zack and me in the tub for a few minutes before moving over to kiss me. The three of us exchanged sweet kisses in a kaleidoscope of changing connections for a long while. After a few minutes, John and Darrel slipped into the warm, wet cocoon and our kaleidoscope expanded to include them. A few minutes later Art and Clint joined us, too, causing a little water to overflow onto the deck. I cannot quite describe the shifting unions that transpired at that point, but I can say it was a very special, unique time that was full of gentle erotic love that seemed not intended to lead to sex, just to mutually acknowledge the sexiness emanating from all of us. It was a beautiful experience! Eventually, by an unspoken agreement, the kissing ended. Zack, Darrel, John, and Charlie got out and Clint moved away from Art and me to relax in the swirling water. When we were alone, Art lifted my head and smiled warmly. "You know," he said quietly, "it's been over 24 hours since my cock and your asshole have gotten together." I was very tired, but also very intrigued. "Your point?" I teased. He laughed. "How about sleeping with me tonight?" Fuck, that sounded nice! "Is that allowed? I mean, musical beds?" "Oh, yes, I assure you no one will object." "I think that sounds peachy-keen, handsome," I said with a smirk. "Whoop-ti-do!" He looked like a happy 6-year-old. "Come on," he took my hand and began helping me up from the hot tub. "Let's start with a shower." As we walked to the outdoor shower at the edge of the deck, we passed Darrel and Clint having a beer. "Is it okay if I spend the night with Art?" I asked Darrel. "If he promises to screw you good," he grinned. Clint and Art laughed. "You can count on that!" Art answered. "Okay. You can have our room." Darrel pulled me over and kissed my mouth. "Have fun!" Art and I stepped into the shower and he turned the faucet to get the water running. Quickly so as not to waste hot water, he soaped up my entire body, paying extra attention to my red and stretched hole. Then I washed him, paying extra attention to his hole since I'd seen him taking Clint's Godzilla earlier. As soon as we got into our room, Art and I flopped onto the bed and started making out like crazy. One thing led to another, and soon I felt the extreme stretch as his giant love-stick breached my anal ring. As had happened last night, I could hardly believe his cock was so deep inside me at the end of each stroke. He fucked me on my back, on my side, and face-to-face. He fucked me slowly and in quick jackrabbit pumps. He fucked me with short withdrawals and with almost endless thrusts as those many inches moved into my hot center. I moaned. I screamed. My cock throbbed and drooled precum. I whimpered. I squeezed Art's big stick. I pressed back against him when I could. I was fucked and fucked and fucked until, at last, I had my final orgasm of the evening. There was very little juice, but you wouldn't have known from the extreme sensitivity in my ass and cock that made me thrash about and yell like a banshee. My ass clamped down like a vise on Art's ramrod and he began to shoot deeply into my exhausted hole, soothing my asswalls and my psyche as he blew. We slept, but sometime in the deep night, we made out for a few minutes before going back to sleep. As dawn began to brighten the sky outside our window, he gave me one last, special, romantic, and passionate plowing. Rejuvenated by a seven-hour rest, my balls were able to produce a respectable load of cum after almost half an hour of building to a climax and then Art stopping his movements until our bodies settled down before going again. We must have approached orgasm four times before he finally brought us on over the moon. I performed one final douche and showered with Art before breakfast. We played around in the water, but didn't try another fuck. I told him I loved surrendering to him and he commented that he often preferred to bottom, but with me he loved taking charge of our sexual encounter. He said he'd only met one other guy who seemed to be able to take his dick as easily as me. "I love that I can enter you without hurting you," he said. At breakfast, Darrel pointed out to me that Zack, Mark, and Alvin would be leaving early so if I wanted to experience any of them again, I needed to not be shy. Alvin was more interested in bottoming some more, so he went off with Charlie and Clint while I let Mark and Zack know I would enjoy more time with them. Zack explained he lived near Asheville and expected to see me regularly in the future, but Mark lived in Kentucky so he would not have as many chances to get together. Zack sent me back to my bedroom with the humpy lieutenant, who topped me missionary style until I shot spontaneously and squeezed the cum out of him. We were enjoying some afterglow when Zack came round to give Mark a "let's go" command. Mark assured me that he did get to club gatherings as often as possible so he would see me again. We rejoined the party, but they departed quickly after. Clint and John spent a few minutes talking with me about the club and told me to expect a phone call in a couple of weeks with the results of the vote on my admission. Then Clint kissed me and told me he looked forward to seeing me in Asheville in a few months. He walked away while John hugged me and said he had always loved Darrel and was glad to see the rest of the family was so "fucking gorgeous"! He kissed me goodbye and followed Clint and Mark to head back to North Carolina. We were next to depart the group. I got a little teary saying good-bye to the Vinton brothers, Art and Charlie. They said they might want to visit me sometime. I was all for that! Darrel and I thanked Hersh for his hospitality, kissed everybody goodbye, and got on the road about 2:30. The best I could determine, I had been topped individually nearly a dozen times and also enjoyed about 20 mini-fucks during the round robin from eleven different men, all in about 48 hours. On the way back to Greenville, Darrel made it clear he was astounded at how well I had performed at the party. "I've never seen a guy be able to take so much dick and enjoy it, baby!" he said with a big grin. "Zack, Clint, and John all told me you are a shoe-in for acceptance to the club." I grinned broadly. "After this weekend, I know I would love it!"