Date: Thu, 2 May 2019 11:18:20 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 15 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 15 Donald The rest of the week transpired without me being subjected to discipline, and, damn, was I glad about that! Each evening I was pressed into cocksucking mode and usually ended up receiving three loads in my mouth and throat. It required energy, stretched my jaw, and made my throat a bit raw, but in spite of myself I got very excited by doing it. During the oral banquet, I always received tongues and fingers in my ass. They seemed to stir up my juices and added a lot to my horniness. The very best and what usually brought me to orgasm was Darrel's 3-fingered "direct prostate massage." It was the nearest thing to Nirvana I had found and I had several more climaxes that shorted out all my circuits and made my brain cease functioning for a few seconds. After I had been fed each of my dominant partner's cum and had blasted a load of my own, David would disappear with either Darrel or Denny. Something told me he was going to get fucked, but that was never mentioned in my presence. Left alone with the other trainer, we sometimes swapped BJ's before turning off the lights and going to sleep, but sometimes we would just cuddle and talk for a while. I actually liked those times the best. On Friday night, when I lay in Darrel's arms after Denny had taken David away for their special time together, Darrel nuzzled up to my neck. I loved these affectionate acts that didn't seem to be a prelude to sex, but were just affection by itself. We kissed a bit, lovingly and quietly. Then he looked me in the eye and asked, "How're you doing with the training?" I kissed his nose to stall for time to organize my thoughts. "Okay, I think. The truth is that I'm enjoying the sex a lot. So, physically it's not only good, but very good. But, when I let myself think about what I'm doing, I kind of hate myself. I think being queer is wrong, a sin, and I feel like I have become a person I can neither respect nor like. No matter what a great feeling it is to do these things, I still feel it's wrong." He was quiet for a moment, looking at me with so much love in his eyes, it made me cry a little. "I understand, baby. We live in a very conservative, fundamental Christian part of the country and that is what they preach about gay people." He caressed my face. "May I ask, what is your definition of sin? I mean, your personal definition, not something you've been told." I grinned. "Wow, that's a heavy question for afterglow time! Um, let me think a moment." It took me a few seconds to compose my thoughts. "Um. I guess sin, to me, is simply doing wrong things." He listened carefully. "So, how do you determine what's a `wrong thing'?" "Um. Well, one thing would be the law." "Okay. It's wrong to speed so it's a sin to drive 60 in a 50-mph zone?" "Yeah, technically." "Okay. Murder is a sin. Theft. Cheating on taxes." "Yes." "Can anything that isn't illegal be a sin?" I considered that. "I suppose so." "How about a few examples," he suggested. "Hmm. Cheating on a test or on your girlfriend. Being nasty to someone. Making someone do something they don't want to do." Darrel looked thoughtful. "So, does a teacher sin by making you take a test?" "Um, no, I guess not. Maybe it's okay to force someone to do something they don't want to do if it's for their own good." "Could it be that wrong, guilt, and sin might not always be the same rules in every moment for every person?" "I'm confused. You mean the same thing might be right for one person and wrong for another?" "Yes, something like that." This was a little confusing. "Can you give me an example?" "Okay. Everyone pretty much agrees murder is wrong, correct?" I could see how wobbly this one was. "Yes. It's one of the Ten Commandments, too." "Very true. But in the Bible, God tells David to smite his enemies and God himself killed the Egyptian soldiers who went into the Red Sea after the Israelites." "That really muddles up a good commandment, huh?" Darrel laughed. "I'll say. And we think it's okay to murder someone if he breaks into your home and threatens your life. And the government can kill people convicted of certain crimes. Most people don't think that's wrong." "Yeah." "So, let's cut to the chase. If I understand correctly, you think it's wrong, always, for two men to have sex together. Right?" "I mean, when we're doing it, it doesn't feel wrong. It feels good. But I know it's wrong, when I think about it." "And you know it's wrong because ...?" He waved his hand to indicate I should continue. "'Cause everyone says so." Even I thought that sounded lame. "Not true. I don't say it's wrong. Denny doesn't say that. Don't you think there might be hundreds, thousands just in South Carolina who might not believe that?" He had a point. "Yeah, I guess so, maybe," I said slowly. "So, if it really is wrong, there has to be a better reason than `everyone says so.'" I couldn't really think of a good argument. Finally, I blurted out, "It's disgusting. It's not how real men act." "Oh. Eye of the beholder. I'm not disgusted in the least by guys giving great pleasure to other guys. I think it's often beautiful. To see a guy cum because of how his buddy just treated him is a very beautiful thing." I was squirming against him. This was not helping me sort anything out. "And there are a lot of men who have sex with other men who are very real men. Denny is one of the strongest and manliest men I've ever seen. Do you disagree?" "No. And you are a very manly man, too." I realized I was arguing his side against me. Fuck! "Thanks." He kissed me quickly on the cheek. "You want to know what I think is wrong? A sin?" "Oh, yeah, sure!" That was a good idea. "I think it's wrong to hurt someone, to take something away from someone, or to lessen a person in some way." "That sounds pretty good," I said. "That would cover murder, theft, rape, being mean." "Uh-huh," he agreed. "That might also cover situations in which the person didn't help someone when they needed it. Not helping hurts the person needing help." I nodded. "Yeah. I like that definition." "So, who is hurt or lessened when I have sex with you?" Hmm. "I'm not sure." "Could it be anyone other than you or me?" "Um," I stammered, trying to think deeply. "Maybe my girlfriend." "I didn't think you had one. But, if you did, how could it hurt her if we had sex?" I thought I could answer that. "If I were getting my needs met with you, then I wouldn't need her, so I might deny her her own, uh, sexual fulfillment." "Wait! That could happen, but the wrong thing wouldn't be us having sex, it would be you refusing to have sex with her. Isn't that a different issue?" "I don't know." "Some men, like most of the Coopers, it seems, like to have several orgasms every day. I think it's safe to say that a lot of women like sex no more than once a week, or even less. That's a gross generality, but the point is, a man might need a lot more sex than his wife or girlfriend. So, in that case, it might actually be better for a woman if her man was having sex with his buddies and didn't come to her for sex so often. So, I repeat, who is hurt when you and I have sex?" I thought about my buddies, who would not respect me, but then I realized that wasn't just because Darrel and I had sex, but because of them knowing and also it was mostly because of society's attitudes. Hmm. "I can't think of anyone except maybe me." "I know you were uncomfortable when you were restrained, but were you hurt?" "No," I admitted. "So, have you ever been hurt when we had sex?" "No. Not physically." "What about other ways, mentally or emotionally, for example?" "It made me anxious, uncertain, uh, question my own, uh, masculinity." "Of course. I've seen you go through all that. But is it bad for you to have a time of questioning?" "It was scary." "People pay good money to go to scary movies or ride the roller coaster." I laughed. "Look, do yourself a favor. Really look at what our sexuality means to you. I think you know that I love you very much and so does Denny. David, too. We're not using you, although I'll admit we are pushing you to expand your boundaries, just like the coach pushes you in football practice, which can also make you uncomfortable and make you question your manliness sometimes." He caressed my neck and said quietly, "Donny, I believe you are ready for the next step in your training, but you need to clear this hurdle first." I wondered what was next, so I asked, "Next step?" "Bottoming." Shit! I guess he saw my panic because he quickly said, "Relax. Think about the last few nights. We've been giving a lot of attention to your ass, haven't we?" I didn't have to spend much time thinking about that. "Hell, yes!" "And does it hurt you when a man licks your hole?" I giggled. "Not hardly." My hole twitched a little to remind me. "It feels great." He chuckled. "I can tell. And a lubed finger probing inside. Does that hurt?" I blushed in recognition of how good it was. "Fuck, Darrel, you know I love it." "I do. What that means, my dear Donny, is that, physically, you are ready to go all the way and experience the deeper, more intense, more sexually-involved, stronger connection that happens when you take a cock in your ass. You are ready. And you need it. But you are resisting because of your emotional conflict about it. Your body says, `It will feel good,' but your mind says, `It's wrong and it will hurt.' So, you're avoiding that which you need. All the attention Denny and I have been giving to your ass is precisely so you can realize how amazingly sexy your ass can be. We've been pushing your limits so you will be ready for more. You're afraid it will hurt, but I promise you, if you are well-prepared, it will not hurt. On rare occasions where there is a little pain initially, it will go away in five or six seconds and be replaced by the most wonderful bliss. In this family, you will never experience a time when anyone will hurt you when you bottom. Never! We are adamant that the sex should be better for the bottom than for the top. And we will not fuck you until you want it. Not until you ask for it. Do you understand that?" "Yeah, I guess so." What he said did make me feel more comfortable. It wouldn't hurt. Their fingers brought me over the moon. I had been wondering more and more what one of their cocks would feel like and how I could ever take something so big. Maybe I should try it once so I would know. "You see, your whole training is meant to show you the full range of ways that your body can get sexual pleasure and how to make that happen. We want you to understand your body and how to best make it work for your pleasure and happiness. Bottoming is a form of submitting to your top, giving everything to him, connecting with him in the deepest, most intimate way possible. It is a sort of paradox. By giving everything you can give, you open yourself to receive everything he can give you. And your body rewards you with the highest levels of stimulation possible and the strongest, best orgasms of all. You remember how I insisted you had to cum without jacking off?" I grinned. "Fuck, yeah. I'll never forget that ordeal." "Now that you've had that experience, do you agree the huge orgasm you had then was worth going a while without one?" I'd already realized the answer to that one. "Yep," I grinned. "It was mind-blowing and I have pretty much stopped jacking off altogether now." "Good. We`re ready to take you to the next incredible level when you're sure enough to ask for it. But, just so you know, it will be Denny who takes you there the first time. By rights, it should be him who takes your cherry." "I'll think about it." We had a lovely 69 that ended when he rammed a third finger up my butt while sucking me relentlessly. Darrel I enjoyed writing earlier so I'm going to take another turn now. The next afternoon, I conferred with Denny and David while Donald was out to a movie with his buddy Harold Richardson. We agreed Donald was ready to get fucked, but needed just a little more time to overcome his reservations. I pointed out that it was Denny's prerogative to claim Donald's cherry. "David," I took his hand. "You'll get your turn as soon as Denny and I have taken him. But, since you are inexperienced, we need to talk just a bit first. Okay?" He looked excited. "Sure." "Remember we always want to be sure our bottom is completely prepared. That means a douche, which is his responsibility, and rimming and fingering, which is our responsibility. We want to be sure that every penetration Donny experiences will be pleasant and pain-free. We want him to crave bottoming, not fear it." "Like me!" David giggled. "Like you, babe!" Denny said. "Like you," I agreed. "So, we never want to rush Donny. Be sure he is physically prepared and that he is emotionally ready, too. So, at first, we will always ask him what he wants. After a while we will know when he wants it and be able to be a bit more spontaneous." "Like you are with me." "Uh-huh." We talked a bit more about technique, but Denny and I both knew David was ready to graduate to topping as soon as we had an available bottom. "I think it will be very soon that Donny will ask. He knows he has to ask and that it will be Denny for his first. So, we just need to keep working his asshole with tongue and fingers until he asks for more. It's okay to suck him or jack him a bit before we move toward the climax, but it would be better if we do not let him climax in any other way than through direct prostate massage until he is willing to bottom. We want to build a strong connection between his ass and his climaxes." We were interrupted when Dwight hollered that Grandfather was on the phone and wanted to talk to me. After a little small-talk, Pop asked how Denny was progressing and I was able to share that he was doing great, fully participating in the training now and becoming his old self again. "Excellent," Pop said. "How's David's training going?" "You wouldn't believe him at the Fourth of July Party, Pop! He had a fabulous time as a major bottom." "No!" He was incredulous. "Details!" "Over a 48-hour period he took 7 or 8 of the guys in attendance, one after the other, usually in groups of about three and then a half hour break. He and one other guy took on the other 11 in a round robin that lasted almost an hour and a half. And he took a nearly-10-inch cock with no apparent trouble. In fact, he liked that guy so much they did it a couple of times. He has not topped yet, but will as soon as Donald's ready." "How soon will that be? "Very soon. We're into heavy ass-play with Donny, but so far, he hasn't asked. I had a long talk with him yesterday to encourage him to go all the way. I'm sure he's considering it and is very intrigued by it. I'm hoping he'll ask tonight." "Good. How soon can you bring David down to spend a week in Tampa?" "If Donny takes the plunge in the next couple of days, we would be able to come down in a couple of weeks. I can leave Denny with him until we get back. And we won't be ready to start Daniel until August, at the earliest." "All right. Let's shoot for you and David to spend the first week in August with us. I'll set up the schedule at the store so I have a couple of days off and I'll coordinate with Dalton so he and Doug can be here for part of that time, too." "Awesome!" I said. "That will make it quite a party!" When we concluded the call, Pops was in a good mood thinking about having his first sexual encounter with his eldest grandson. I told Denny and David that the two of us would be going to Tampa the first week in August and that Dalton and Doug would probably be there, too. "Doug recently finished his training so you can plow his hole as much as you like, David." "He's just a kid!" "Well, he's already hit puberty, obviously. So, he's old enough. I think when you see his little asshole all a-winking at you, you'll be quite happy to fill it up." David blushed at the thought. "Right now I'd be very happy to get a shot at my brother." "Just a little patience," Denny said with a chuckle. "Your enthusiasm is appreciated." Donald My friend Harold, weirdo that he is, just had to see the movie Midnight Cowboy, that was showing at the new Quadraplex Cinemas at the mall. I didn't know much about it except that it was Jon Voight and Dustin Hoffman, two great actors. Well, it had this big plot about Voight's character working as a hustler in New York, complete with a couple of scenes of him having sex with sleazy faggots. Shit, I thought, I just can't get away from this queer stuff. But what bugged me the most was that I noticed how good-looking Voight is and how nice his butt looked in tight jeans and how his crotch seemed large, too. It made me think I'm queerer than I thought. After the movie, we got cokes and cruised girls at the food court for a while until Harold needed to go home to have dinner and get ready to go out with Lacie Grant. I dropped him off and came home for dinner with the guys. On the drive home, I thought a bit about the movie and noticed I was sprouting a boner as I remembered the sexy Jon Voight and his hotel-room encounter with the older guy. I thought about my conversation earlier with Darrel when he said he thought I needed to get fucked. I had to admit I really loved having my ass tongued and fingered and the orgasm I'd had when restrained was a mile above any other orgasm I had had. Shit, I'd love to have that kind of orgasm tonight. I felt my cock throb in anticipation. But I still hadn't gotten over the belief that it was wrong to do such things. Somehow, I didn't have any guilt about the time I was tied up and forced to do those things that were so sexy. I wondered if I would ever get my head and my cock to agree on how queer I really wanted to be. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen and then started a big card game called Liverpool Rummy. We'd been playing it as a family for as long as I can remember and it was fun with a big group of people. We had the best time we'd had together in years. I forgot for a while that we were a family in grief and I think everyone else did, too. It was awesome to see Dad laughing and kidding around with us like he used to do. In the end, David was the winner and Dan came in second. About halfway through the game, Dad opened a bottle of white wine and gave everyone a glass except the twins. They were still restricted to cokes. Now, I'd had wine a couple of times before and beer more than that, but it was still a rare treat to have Dad give it to me. A second bottle was opened so I did get a second small glass to make me quite relaxed by the time we finished. After the game, David was sent upstairs to "get cleaned up for training." I was sent to the basement with the same instruction. A few minutes later, I started laughing as I imagined my older brother two floors above me squeezing a bag of douche into his ass just as I was doing. Dan and the twins were left in the living room watching TV while Darrel and David showered upstairs and Denny and I showered downstairs. Soon, Darrel and David joined us in Denny's bedroom. In moments, they had us on our knees, David sucking Denny and me sucking Darrel. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that David's cock was rock hard and impressive. As he worked Denny's rod, Dave's cock would throb and twitch and release little drops of fluid. He never touched himself, but his cock was obviously having a nice little party all on its own. My cock was also rigid as I reacted to Darrel's assault on my mouth with his big, hard, soldier's cock. As I licked, sucked, and stroked this big cock, I realized I always have a good time when I'm servicing him. His masculinity was like a drug to me and I thought I might be getting addicted to it. I reached down and grasped my swollen dick, pulling gently on it. Oh, that felt good. Darrel whacked me on top of my head. "Stop stroking!" he commanded. "Haven't you learned your lesson about that?" "Sorry," I mumbled around the big fleshpole in my mouth. I redoubled my efforts to appease him with a great BJ, but after a couple of minutes, my hand absently returned to my needy cock. I'd gotten in maybe two strokes when he whacked me hard enough to make my head hurt for a moment. Darrel rammed his cock into the back of my mouth and grasped the back of my head so I couldn't pull off. I looked up and met his angry blue eyes. "If you touch your cock once more, you'll wind up bound up like before," he growled. He backed out, removing his cock from my mouth. "You got that?" "Yes, Sir!" I said meekly, nodding to emphasize my understanding. His obvious irritation with me made me feel like a stupid little shit. It scared me a bit. And the masculine dominance inherent in his words was hotter than hell. My cock twitched and drooled even more. Darrel put his cock against my lips again and I obediently opened them. Firmly, he grasped the back of my head to hold it in place and then pushed quickly through my mouth, setting up a very powerful face-fuck. His power-drilling fuck thrilled me and sent more blood to my already-engorged dick. It throbbed badly. Darrel's masculinity overwhelmed me. I needed to cum. He fucked rapidly, nearing his own orgasm. Without thinking, I took my cock in my hand. Instantly, Darrel stepped back, forcing his cock out of my mouth almost in mid-thrust. He pulled my hair and my head dropped back. Involuntarily I looked into his blazing eyes. His mouth twisted in tight anger. "You've been warned repeatedly! Are you stupid or what?" Precum oozed out as my cock throbbed. I moaned quietly as I released my cock. "Get on the bed!" he ordered. I complied, and Darrel straddled me, sitting lightly on my chest, big cock waving above my face. I attempted to take it back into my mouth, but he took it into his hand and beat me on both cheeks with it. Fuck! That was hot! He held the sides of my head tightly in both hands and stared coldly down on me. "What the fuck are we going to do with you?" My hands were taken and pulled away from me in each direction. Soon I realized David and Denny were putting the restraints on my wrists and tying one to the headboard and one to the footboard. Unsure what would happen, I panted and felt another rush of blood to my cock. I was so hot! When my restraints were tight, Darrel got off and Denny and Dave put the restraints on my ankles. Darrel pulled my body to the edge of the bed where my head would hang off, bumping his rigid cock in the process. My ankle restraints were tied to the bed, putting me in the same position as before, ass spread wide open and completely vulnerable. Wondering what they would choose to do made my precum squirt. My breathing was very rapid. Darrel put his cock at my lips and shoved it to the hilt in my throat when I parted them. I was in heaven! As Darrel pounded in and out of my stretched throat, a tongue found my rosebud and made sweet, sweet love to it, reaching as far into my anus as it would go. My asshole began to open as the interior massage relaxed my sphincter. I imagined juices flowing from throughout my guts into my ass walls and then oozing into the open channel just waiting for ... what? Fingers? Sure. But even in my virginal state, I knew no fingers were long enough to provide the complete fulfillment my asshole seemed to crave. Fuck! My ass had gone over to the other side, the queer side, for sure. If it had a mind of its own, it would be shouting, "Fuck me!" But I still had a vestige of true masculinity, of human pride and dignity, of morals and ethics. Darrel's cock swelled even fatter than normal. He rammed forward into my esophagus and stopped, his wiry pubes tickling my nose, lips, chin, and cheeks. He cried out, "Yes, baby!" With my tongue, I could feel the spurts of cum race through his cock, then the scalding of my throat confirmed his orgasm. When his cockhead drew back into my mouth, I enjoyed six or seven tangy wads of fresh spunk, which quickly took all the space not already filled with twitching, pulsing manmeat. When he had emptied his balls, he quickly pulled out and slipped his dick into David's mouth beside me. I hadn't noticed my brother kneeling on the floor beside me until that moment. As David cleaned Darrel's cock, my trainer leaned down as he pulled my head up from the bedside until it was level with the mattress, thus easing the strain on my neck and positioning me to be kissed. Darrel kissed me for quite a while, sucking out a portion of his own juices. As he lazily fed from my tongue, Denny (the only one who could have been rimming me at that moment) moved away and off the bed, only to be replaced immediately by David. In a few seconds, Denny kissed my cheek. Darrel withdrew from my mouth and Denny replaced him. Denny began to suck in the remnants of Darrel's load and I thought it quite fortunate Darrel's load had been so generous we could all share it. Denny gave me a sizable reward of his hot cream after a 10 or 12-minute deep throat session, during which my ass was very well eaten. David cleaned Denny's cock as he had cleaned Darrel's and Darrel smeared lotion on his fingers and began working my sphincter with two fingers. During all this sucking and probing, my cock trembled with need and dripped repeatedly. The outer and inner rings of my sensitive sphincter were silently begging for more as I silently denied them. When Denny moved, David took his turn feeding his ample cock into my mouth and throat. Apparently, Denny joined Darrel between my widely spread legs as a third and fourth finger joined the others. Each time I groaned in a moment of pain before my ass stretched further to comfortably accommodate them. David came in about five minutes and some of his cum joined the loads previously shot into my stomach by Darrel and Denny. My ass was screaming in simultaneous satisfaction and frustration as the finger fuck continued. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I cried. David held my head up and everyone pulled and pushed until my body had moved about a foot across the bed so my head was comfortably supported by the mattress. Cum dripped from the corners of my well-worn mouth as I grinned at Darrel and Denny who were side by side just below my ass. Darrel looked lovingly at me and my cock burped, partly from the intense stimulation and partly from the joy of seeing Darrel pleased in me. "What do you want, baby?" he asked. "More!" I answered succinctly. With his free hand he held up a black cylinder that resembled a medium-sized dick. "Would you like to try this? It'll be just a bit thicker than two fingers, but it will go a couple of inches deeper than our fingers." My heart skipped a beat, from fear or anticipation I couldn't tell. I looked at it a moment. "I don't know. Will it hurt?" "You are so open and relaxed right now, I'm pretty sure it won't hurt a bit, but I cannot guarantee that. If it does hurt, it won't be very bad and it won't last long. I promise." He held it across my abdomen so it was only a foot from my face. "I'll remove it immediately if you ask me to." That gave me some extra confidence. Slowly I nodded. "Yes," I said. "What do you want me to do with it?" I thought I'd been clear enough that he wouldn't need to ask that. "Um. Put it in me." "Yes?" He was being a little thick, it seemed to me. Did he want me to be more submissive? "Um. Sir, please put that rubber dick in my ass. Please!" "We can meet your need, babe. But first, I think we need to get you up from that position. If we release your constraints, do I have your word you will not touch your dick?" My legs, arms, and neck were all crying out for a change, so I was happy to hear Darrel's suggestion. Could I keep my hands off my raging cock? I would have to do that. "Um, yes. Yes, Sir!" Darrel was obviously pleased with my answer. The four fingers withdrew from my ass and it felt very empty and lonely. He nodded and David and Denny went to the bedstead to untie my ankle cuffs and my wrist cuffs. When my legs were lowered to the mattress on each side of Darrel, I felt blood flowing into muscles that relaxed from their efforts. Darrel pulled me into a sitting position. He left me sitting for a moment, my head swimming a bit in the reorientation. Then he pulled me toward him, took me into his arms, chest-to-chest and lifted me off the bed. He put his arm under my butt and held me like a small kid, my legs around his waist. He looked deeply in my eyes. "You're doing so well, Donny," he cooed. "And very soon, you're going to feel pleasures so special you've never been able to imagine them. Would you like that, babe?" I couldn't anticipate what those pleasures might be, but pleasures were always good, weren't they? I nodded. "Yes, Sir." He smiled and took a few steps to the end of the bed. He removed his hand from under my tush and leaned over a bit. I dropped my feet to the floor and he steadied me to be sure my legs would hold me. With one hand he held me loosely while Denny came up beside him. Denny put an arm around my back and drew me into his chest for another wonderful hug. He kissed me passionately and fondled my ass cheeks. His finger found my anus and slipped easily in and, for a few moments, he thrust his tongue into my mouth in sync with his finger going into my ass. I felt another flood of blood enter my dick and my breathing deepened. Beside us, Darrel began to grease the black cylinder up. Denny released me and turned me around so I faced the foot of the bed. He took one wrist while David took the other. They tied them to the bar that ran across the top of the footboard. My dick throbbed in response to the restraint. Behind me, Darrel gently pressed a hand against my back. "Lean over and spread your legs," he directed. I obeyed. He rubbed both my butt cheeks sensuously. My hole quivered and my cock drooled. Then I felt the pressure of the rubber dick against my ass. I had learned how to push down to relax my anal ring so a finger could come into me. This was no different except that it was bigger, but not as big as four fingers at one time. The stretch was not difficult and I felt no pain, just the full feeling that was rather comforting. Slowly, the end of the object slid deeper into my ass. I felt it brush against my prostate, but it wasn't as nice as a couple of fingers rubbing my internal nut. However, once the end passed that point, it was meeting nerve endings that had never been touched by something coming into me. My ass continued to stretch easily to make enough room for it and I couldn't help feeling excited by its presence. My dick was hard as steel and leaking like crazy. At some point the rubber cock stopped advancing and paused. "How're you doing, champ?" Darrel asked. "Okay," I moaned. "You're doing so well," he cooed. "Now, I'm going to move it back and forth a little bit. It won't hurt, but if you're uncomfortable, just say so." "Oh," I moaned as the cylinder retreated. It paused just before slipping out of the grip of my sphincter and then slid back into me. Darrel set up an easy rhythm that forced my ass to stretch and contract as it continually adjusted to the presence or absence of the intruder. If my wrists weren't restrained, I'd have reached for my cock to answer its demands for attention. I felt a delicious tension building in my groin. The rubber dick continued to exercise my ass walls. This new experience was quite exciting as new sensations passed through my nervous system to my brain. Denny placed a hand on my shoulder and brought his lips to my ear. "Are you ready to feel the love of a real man deep inside you, baby?" Darrel pushed the fake dick in and pulled it out. "Oh," I moaned. "I'm ready to put my cock deep inside you if you're ready to take it." The idea was very appealing to me. I think my asshole screamed "Yes!!!" in my brain. My cock lurched and I thought I might shoot at the mere suggestion. "Um," I panted, "yes, please." "Yes, what? I want you to ask for what you want me to do." "Oh," I moaned as the rubber dick rubbed me from the inside. "Please, Denny, I need you to fuck me." "Okay, babe!" He kissed the side of my face and then moved behind me. In just a moment, the rubber dick pulled back, but didn't pause before it pulled all the way out. A heartbeat later, I felt the pressure of what I knew was my first cock, about to make me his in a way no man had before. I knew this was my last moment as a virgin. I was about to surrender the last bit of myself to this man I loved so much, to the one who made me, to this man whose sexy body drew me irresistibly, whose kisses made me weak, whose protection made my life possible. I was about to have him further inside me than anything had ever gone. I was about to become 100% queer. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but the pressure increased and ultimately my body made the decision my mind could not make. My body yielded and welcomed Denny's beautiful, smooth, thick cock into me. It felt so big as it breached my sphincter! It was enormous! My sphincter opened itself to draw this amazing cock into my most intimate place. Already stretched from the fingering and from the narrower rubber cock, my sphincter spread painlessly to accommodate this most impressive cock and my own cock throbbed and released precum to drip down to the floor beneath me. Just when the head kissed my prostate, Denny stopped moving. I held my breath, waiting for the deeper push. Warm air from Darrel's mouth curled into my ear as he whispered, "How are you doing?" His breath sent a shock of sensation down my back to the region at the top of my butt crack. Oh, yeah! "Good," I moaned. As Darrel kissed my ear, Denny's massive cock pushed past my prostate and pushed open a couple of more inches of my straining hole. This part of my ass had not been prepared by the fingering earlier. Even the stretch necessary to handle the rubber dick was not nearly as much as the stretch Denny's cock demanded. Still, he pushed in slowly, allowing a few seconds of adjustment every couple of inches. I couldn't believe how pain-free this was. When he moved deeper, I had a moment of fear that it was going to hurt, but it was only an unusual feeling, not uncomfortable or unpleasant. When he finally reached the end of his first stroke into me, Denny paused a long time. "You're doing so great, Donny," he said lovingly. "And you feel so warm and tight inside, babe. It's beautiful!" "Yes," I groaned. "Feels a-ma-zing," I mumbled. "So huge inside me." He began to withdraw and I wanted to tell him to stop because I already loved the feeling of his cock deep inside me. But, he pulled back until he was barely still inside my sphincter, then he paused. When he thrust into me the next time, he moved slowly all the way to the end, opening me wide and deep. He grunted at the end of the stroke and reversed direction. Soon he was gently pushing through me and pulling back quickly. I felt the friction increasing and moaned every time his cock brushed past my prostate. Gotta love that! My moaning became wails of delight as my prostate was massaged with every stroke. My cock throbbed and lurched, emitting a continual stream of precum juices that formed a plumb-line to the floor. I could only take about three minutes of these unbelievable sensations before my prostate, balls, and cock combined their efforts to produce my strongest orgasm ever. My wails turned into screams as my juices rose through my dick to blast out onto the footboard and sheets at the end of the bed. Over and over I ejaculated and screamed as my asshole spasmed against Denny's wonderful cock. Once my cum shots began, Denny held very still inside me until my balls were drained. As the sensations calmed, I began to mutter and gasp, "Oh, my God! Fuck! Oh!" Denny was still very hard rammed all the way into me. Darrel leaned against my ear. "How you doing?" he chuckled. "Fuck!" I said. "Best thing ever!" "That was quick, baby. Do you want Denny to keep going or are you ready to stop?" I took a moment to consider the options, but I was sure I wanted more. "More! Please!" Darrel kissed my cheek as Denny pulled back and rammed me again. Denny's thrusts soon took on a more rapid pace and he seemed to be putting a bit more power into them, too. Damn, it was so hot! And the feelings I was getting from his movements within me were not reduced by my own orgasm. Soon I was howling with each drive into me and moaning with each exquisite withdrawal. Denny groaned as he drove in and grunted at the end of each thrust. In front of me, David presented his cock to me and I took it into my mouth. Frankly, it was not my best effort at a blow job because I was concentrating on the feelings I was receiving from the wonderful movements inside me. David was soon moaning, however, as Darrel had gotten behind him and was spreading his butt cheeks and eating out his asshole. Only a few minutes were required for David to bust his nut into my sucking mouth. He didn't pull out, even as his dick began deflating. Only a minute passed until David groaned deeply and began to bump forward into my face. I realized Darrel had penetrated my brother's ass and was now fucking him just as Denny continued to pound me. I'd never imagined anything so hot! We were deeply connected cock-to-ass, mouth-to-cock, and ass-to-cock in an incredible pounding, screaming, super-sexy unity of men. David's cock rejuvenated quickly in my mouth and soon everyone was on their way to a resounding climax. My own cock hung below me untouched by hand, mouth, or ass, but battered by a continuous flow of erotic sensations that were even stronger than before. I could feel my cock dripping, throbbing, twitching as my asshole absorbed a very heavy internal massage and my mouth reveled in the taste of David's cum along with the excitement of his cock's beating against the back of my throat. Our screams of delight built to a decibel level that actually did awaken three sleeping boys two floors above us. None of us knew which of our cocks had started the chain reaction of orgasms, but nobody cared either because we all agreed later it was one of the greatest times of our lives. I doused the footboard and sheets again. David flooded my mouth again and our asses were filled to overflowing with the love juice of our trainers and lovers. Fuck! What a great time!