Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 22:27:05 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 2 Training the Coopers By Kenneth Kirk 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 2 Chapter 1 was Dwight's introduction to the Cooper family history and the situation that brought Uncle Darrel to their home and put him in control of a mysterious regimen of training intended for all five of the Cooper boys. With Chapter 2 the perspective begins to shift to other of the boys; however, at the beginning, Dwight continues: Dwight Several years later, when Dwayne and I were freshmen at the University of North Carolina in Asheville, David, Donald, and Daniel told us their part of the story. Since they each know a lot of details that are unknown to the rest of us, I have asked each one to share the behind-closed-doors details of his own training. To start us off, here is the beginning of Dave's story: David I was a senior in high school when Mom died. My eighteenth birthday was the next day and then the funeral came the day after that. That was the weirdest birthday I ever had. Everyone, including me, completely forgot about it. A few days after the funeral, my paternal grandmother took me aside and pressed a $20 bill into my hand, apologizing for forgetting about my birthday. I just looked at the money, which seemed so trivial at such a tragic time, and hugged her. I couldn't think of anything to say. Dwight's already given a good description of what happened with Dad and how Uncle Darrel came to live with us and be in charge. I must admit that I was a little resentful that Darrel took such control of me along with the younger boys. I graduated from high school shortly after Darrel's arrival and felt I should be treated as an adult. After all, I was scheduled to go off to college in North Carolina in three months. But Darrel set up his strange rules and obviously expected me to keep them just like all the other boys. I decided to endure whatever he had planned just to set a good example for my brothers and not to create a bunch of friction just before I left home. So, when Darrel ordered me into our parents' old bedroom to begin my "training," I pushed down my own sense of irritation at being treated like a kid. I was skeptical and reticent about what Darrel had in mind, but, secretly, I was also intrigued by what he thought he could teach me to help me be a better adult. Dwight's observation that I didn't look happy as they left me alone in the bedroom with Darrel that first night is surprisingly astute for an eleven-year-old. When the door closed, I felt a surge of anxiety. I turned to look at Darrel. "So," I said a bit belligerently, "you're going to tell me about the birds and the bees?" He chuckled and I noticed the jiggle of his gigantic pectoral muscles as he laughed. "Nothing as mundane as that," he finally said. "I'm sure you already know about that. Are you still a virgin?" At first I thought it was none of his business, but I quickly realized it didn't really matter what I thought. "Hell, no!" I said with a grin. "Tell me the details," he lay back on the bed, his hands clasped behind his head, his balls hanging between his solid-looking thighs, his heavy prick lying across one of them. I re-arranged myself so I was sitting near his knees, one leg up on the bed and the other reaching to the floor beside me. That way we were facing each other as we talked. "Okay," I said. "I started dating when I was a sophomore and by the spring of that year I had a steady girl named Janette." "Pronounced `Jane Ette' instead of Janet or Ja-NET?" I nodded. "Pretty name," he commented. "Pretty girl, too," I said. "We enjoyed being together and over the summer we would hang out whenever we could. I helped a couple of our neighbors out with their crops and livestock, so I was pretty busy, but would go see her a couple of evenings a week and on the weekend we would go to a movie or something. It wasn't really planned, but we gradually got a little more comfortable with making out and petting until finally one night we just did it in the back seat of Mom's Buick." "Did you like it?" What a stupid question! "Sure! It felt awesome and it made me feel like a real grown-up." "Did Janette like it?" I thought about that and decided I wasn't really sure. "Good question. She cried for a few minutes afterwards, but she told me that she had wanted to do it, too, so I shouldn't feel bad. We didn't do it again for a month or so and then one night she seemed to want it all of a sudden. After that, we would do it occasionally, maybe once every couple of weeks, but not as often as we had the opportunity and not as often as I really wanted to." "What happened to Janette?" "We dated all last year and then she met another guy at her summer job and broke up with me so she could date him." "Sorry about that." "It's okay. I liked Janette, but we didn't seem to be going anywhere so I wasn't too broke up about it. After her, I dated a few other girls this year at school, but didn't have a real girlfriend. I always could get a date when I wanted one and that was cool." "Sure, Dave. You're good-looking, athletic, and seem like a nice guy. I'm sure any girl would like to go out with you." I grinned. "There were a couple of girls who didn't like me although I don't really know why." "That's just the world's way of keeping you humble." Darrel laughed. I laughed, too. "You're probably right on that!" I was feeling much more relaxed by this time. "Did you have sex with any of them?" "Um, yes. I guess I had sex with three or four of them. A few times at most." "What about guys?" I wasn't quite sure what he meant. When I hesitated about answering, he said, "I'm asking if you've had any sexual experience with a guy." That was what I had thought he meant. It was also what I was afraid he had meant. I hesitated some more because I didn't know why he would ask that. "Why are you hesitating to answer my question?" "It makes me uncomfortable." "Because you don't want to admit to having that kind of experience?" "Oh, no! Not that. I'm just sort of wondering why you would ask me that." "Fair enough," he stared into my eyes. "I think you've figured out that the training I'm going to give you has something to do with sex. For me to know the best way to start, I need to have a clear understanding of all the experience you've already had." "That's what is making me uncomfortable," I said truthfully. "I don't feel I need any training concerning sex. It doesn't seem normal for an uncle to train a guy about sex." Darrel smiled. "You're absolutely right, I guess. Most guys in America just learn whatever they can from the crude remarks of their friends, who don't know any more than they do. Most guys don't know how to make sex as good as it can be for their partners and for themselves. It's sad, really, how much pleasure is lost because no one knows how to make it outstanding." "So, you're gonna teach me how to make sex outstanding?" Darrel smiled like a teacher whose dunce just made an A. "As a matter of fact, yeah." "Um, no offense," I said, "but how are you such an expert on sex?" Darrel chuckled. "What are my credentials, huh?" "Well," I hesitated, not wanting to irritate him. "I guess that's what I'm wondering." "Because our family is different from most and that's a very good thing, man." "Our family?" "Yes. For at least four or five generations, the fathers in our family have trained their sons in sexuality. Your grandfather taught your father and me. Your dad has sort of dropped the ball with you and your brothers because of your mother's long illness. He should have started with you when you began to show signs of puberty. Around twelve or thirteen." "So, why teach me now when I already know about sex?" "Because it would be unfair to you and all your future sexual partners to just skip it. Better late than never, as they say." "But what can you teach me I don't already know?" "A lot, Dave, if you'll trust me. I think it would have been a little easier at thirteen, but we'll be okay now, too. You'll learn fast and be ready to go out on your own by the time you go away to Asheville in the fall." "What do I have to do?" "As I said, trust me. I care about you and won't do anything that would hurt you. I might have you do some things that are new to you, but that's how a person grows, right? When you started working out, you did things you hadn't done before and now they're easy and comfortable to do. Right?" He had a point. "Yes, I guess so." "Good. Then just think of me as you would a coach. When your coach tells you to run some laps, you run some laps. When I tell you to do something, I expect you do it just as if I was your coach. Can you do that?" "You're going to be my sex coach?" I laughed. He laughed, too. When we had both gotten quiet again, he simply nodded, "Yes." I thought about it for a minute. I never expected to be taught about sex from a man, but it was a little exciting. I felt my cock twitch as it hung there between my legs. What was that all about? I just stared at his handsome face, noticing his strong blue eyes and his familiar facial features, so like Dad and my brothers. My attention was drawn to my cock as I felt a surge of blood pouring in. Without thinking I glanced down to see if it was growing. To my horror, it was plumping up a bit. "So, please answer my question." Huh? "Your question?" I mumbled. "Have you had any sexual experience with a guy?" "Oh." I was having trouble focusing my mind on our conversation since it seemed to be heading off into some fantasy involving better sex than I had previously experienced. Darrel was getting a little impatient as he waited for my answer. "Well?" he said pointedly. "Sorry," I said as my cock reached half-mast. "Uh, no, not really." "So, there was something?" He didn't give up easily. "Well, my friend Kerry once found an old 8-millimeter flick of his father's and we watched it together a few times, once with our friend Jason." "What was the flick?" "A guy fucking a girl while she sucked another guy." "And you and Kerry – what did you do?" "We beat off." "Did you touch each other?" "No." "And Jason?" "Same thing. The three of us beating off as we watched the flick." "Was it embarrassing to be with them?" "Um." I'd never thought about it. "I don't remember being embarrassed." "Was it more exciting than beating off alone." "Um. Yeah, I think it was." "Okay. Afterwards, did you ever replay that time in your mind when you beat off alone?" I had to think a minute. I felt my cock surge and had to check it out again. It was hard enough to be lifting up from hanging over my balls. It was sticking out a little bit beginning to point right at Darrel sitting in front of me. When I looked up and met his eyes, he was grinning. "I see that remembering it now is, uh, exciting for you." I blushed at his reference to my growing erection. "I, uh," I stammered. "Don't be alarmed, Dave. We'll have lots of hardons as we go through this training." He gently patted my foot where it lay beside his belly. "So, to be clear, that is the only sexual experience you have had with guys?" I nodded. "Beating off together while watching a porn flick." "Uh-huh." He looked at me for a moment. I felt he was looking into my mind to a place others have never gone. It was like he could read all my secrets, not that I had a bunch. I became aware that my heart was beating fast. Another heartbeat sent a wave of blood into my cock and it twitched wildly as it stood up to attention. Darrel smiled warmly and held out the hand he had patted me with. "Come up here beside me, Dave," he said softly. As if I was hypnotized, I swiveled around and moved up beside him so that my head was on the pillow beside his, my body laid out on the mattress parallel to his bigger, stronger torso and thick legs. I noticed his cock was beginning to twitch, too, as if blood was surging into it with his heartbeats. He rolled onto his side facing me and put his arm on my shoulder on the far side of my body. He lifted firmly and began to turn me onto my side facing him. Our bodies were only a few inches apart and our eyes, identical in color, locked into each other. My cock was as big and as hard as it had ever been. It throbbed as my body settled onto its side and my cock slammed against his even bigger dick. When our two hard cocks settled against each other, a large droplet of precum oozed from my piss slit into the pubic hairs at the base of his biggie. I was so drawn into the feelings in my cock I barely noticed his hand slide across my back dropping into the indentation at my waistline. "Touch me," he said so quietly I wasn't sure for a moment he had even spoken. "Touch me," he said again. I tore my eyes away from his so I could scan his chest and abdomen. Slowly I reached out until my fingertips contacted the warm flesh of his hard belly. Mesmerized, I watched as my fingers spread out across his washboard abs, plowing through the hairy undergrowth covering the ridges, dropping into the furrows between the ridges, soaking up the electric charge of his body, drawing energy directly into my cock until finally my palm rested impatiently against his taut flesh. I'd forgotten about his hand on my back until it dropped onto my ass cheek, a place I had seldom been touched and never in this way. His hand made a gentle circle on my rump before sliding across the side of my hip to tenderly grasp my hand on his belly. He lifted my hand and pushed it down a couple of inches until it brushed against the scorching surface of his shaft. "Hold me," he whispered. Driven by their own need instead of a demand from my consciousness, the four fingers of that hand drifted down, cupping the side of the hard shaft, slowly encircling his flesh, and eventually resting around the entire thick tube. My thumb had simultaneously slithered around the other side and stretched to reach my fingers. Barely touching my index finger, my thumb completed the encircling of the only other man's erection I had ever touched. His cock throbbed in welcome. My cock throbbed in response just as his hand encircled it. I think I moaned. I looked from my hand (and his cock) into his face only to find him staring lovingly into my eyes. I was fascinated as his eyes grew bigger, startling me with surprise until I realized they were growing because they were coming closer. A millisecond later his face tilted and his nose slid against one side of mine. For a second, then two, we stared across an inch of space into each other's eyes, his left uniting with my right and his right connecting with my left. His eyes grew larger for another millisecond until I felt the faint touch of his cushiony lips against my own. His eyes continued to grow as the pressure on my lips grew, flattening my own lips and somehow pushing my chin down to open me for his exploration. Languidly, his eyelids flowed over his eyeballs as his tongue sampled my lower lip before circling within my lips. Responding to its own desires, my tongue slid forward to meet this enticing new guest in my mouth. Time stood still. I felt his heartbeat in the throbs of his cock. Slowly, in an impossible melding of gentleness and insistence, his tongue caressed my lips, massaged my tongue, tickled the roof of my mouth, explored my teeth, and ignited flames deep within my groin. His hand never moved upon my shaft, but his palm and fingers never stopped relaxing rhythmically and squeezing sensuously, pushing me higher and higher every moment. My mind couldn't react to the delicious attack on my mouth, the sensations flooding me from my cock, and a host of unknown emotions bombarding me constantly. There was simply too much happening too fast. I tried to match the squeezing and releasing actions on his cock, but was so distracted by my physical and emotional sensations that I could not concentrate on anything else. Mostly I just held his manliness while he devoured my mouth and milked my cock. I have no idea how long we were in that space between consciousness and out-of-body oblivion, but eventually the itchy tingling in my balls suddenly peaked, seemingly pulling energy from all parts of my body, concentrating the kinetic potential deep in my scrotum. I knew I was about to experience a major blast. But it didn't happen. More energy flowed into my scrotum. I'd never felt this build-up before. Not like that anyway. Energy flowed in like water over Niagara. Time was so still it seemed as if it reversed, holding me hostage while balanced on the highest peak of the highest mountain. Already the intensity was beyond the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced. Darrel's fingers squeezed firmly. His tongue twirled at the speed of light. His lips seemed intent on merging with my own. My short-circuited brain was not quite fried as I began to fear the unknown intensity of the orgasm I could no longer avoid. It was destined to be an explosion to rival the one that took out Hiroshima. Would my cock be blasted apart? My balls simply explode? My heart burst? At the top of the mountain, I teetered. I rocked forward and backward in a small arc that grew wider on each cycle. The tongue swirled. The hand squeezed. Energy collected. My heart crested. Nanoseconds passed like rays of sunlight. I rocked backward one last time. Balanced precariously at the top of the world, I could not breathe. I could not think. I was pure energy, condensed into one tiny sphere right in the center of my balls. There could not be another cycle of movement. When I rocked forward, it would be never-ending. I'd go right off my perch at the top. Imperceptibly, I moved forward for a nanosecond. No time. No space. No body, except for cock and balls. Nothing but stimulation and energy. In some kind of micro-motion, I saw the flash of fiery spark as the energy sphere shattered and pure energy began expanding like an atomic conflagration. I pitched forward beginning to accelerate as my body flew off the mountaintop and molten cum exploded through a tiny tube that ran the full length of my cock, obliterating the billions of nerve endings lining it, exploding it nanometer by nanometer from cockroot to cockhead. As the first shot of white-hot ball juice burst into open air, the entirety of my existence was rooted to that last circle of nerve-endings that were blown out by the shock-wave of nuclear energy exploding into space in that instant. Forgotten was the bed; forgotten were my brothers in nearby rooms; forgotten was this man who had taken me to the peak and pushed me off, the one who had pushed the nuclear button in my scrotum; forgotten was today, tomorrow, and the day after; forgotten was fear, pain, joy, happiness, love, desire, need, good, bad, even a son's grief; forgotten was my existence. Einstein's Theory was proven as my entire mass, my entire being, everything was converted into one blazing, searing, obliterating, cataclysmic blast of energy. My head flew back and my mouth flew open, even wider than Darrel's tongue had forced it. Thankfully, as that probably saved both our tongues from being severed as my mouth worked in the immediate release. As the flood of my jizm shot all over Darrel's cock, balls, pubes, abs, hips, and the sheets, I screamed with the nuclear sensations of each explosive shot of semen. Over and over, my cockhead was cauterized and I screamed with the intensity. The sensations were well beyond pleasurable. They crossed the border of unimaginable fantasy into the real world of agony and ecstasy. Daniel Responds Don and I were in the room next door when David began screaming. We figured it was some extreme pleasure driving his caterwauling. After a moment, Don exclaimed, "Holy fuck!" I laughed, "You got that right!" Dwight Responds At the end of the hall, Dwayne and I were cuddled in the darkness together, but we woke suddenly to the scream of a monster in the distance. For an instant we were terrified. Before the echo of the nonhuman sound quite ended, a second shout louder than the first exploded. By the fourth scream, we realized it was David's highly-distorted voice we were hearing. "He's being stabbed!" Dwayne wailed as another scream pierced the night. Donald Responds Between the fifth and sixth screams, I jumped out of bed and stepped into the hallway. Just outside the closed bedroom door, I paused, remembering Darrel's admonition not to open that door when it was closed. I rapped on the door. "Is everything okay?" "Yes!" called Darrel breathlessly. "Go back to bed!" Daniel came into the hall behind me. Between the screams, we heard sobbing in the twins' room, so he went in there. "What's happening to Dave?" Dwight called out when he saw Dan. "It's okay, buddy," Dan said soothingly. "I know his shouts are a little scary, but he's fine. He's not hurt or anything." "It sounds like he's being hurt," Dwayne said dubiously. "I know, but trust me. Don says it's okay, too. We'll find out tomorrow that he's fine. You'll see. Now, try to get some sleep. Okay?" "Okay." Dan grabbed the doorknob. "I'm going to close your door to keep you from being disturbed." "Okay." The door closed after Dan withdrew. David Continues Meanwhile, I was coming down from my orgasmic high as the last puny oozes of cum dripped from my cock. My gasps for air had settled into deep intakes and quick exhales. Darrel let go of my ultra-sensitive cock and brought his jizz-dripping hand to the side of my face. Touching my cheek, he lifted my chin so we could look into each other's eyes. Darrel smiled and whispered, "Yes, that really happened." Slack-jawed, I just stared at my uncle/lover. "You look as though you don't believe what just happened." "I guess I don't," I croaked between pants. "Believe it, babe. There's a lot of great new experiences ahead for you." "Fu-uck!" I said quietly. "I never knew sex could be so, uh, intense!" "If you'll just allow me to show you, you'll find a lot more intensity. Okay?" I grinned. "Fuck, Darrel, after that I will do absolutely anything you ask." "Good. Because now you need to learn to please your partner." Some warning bell went off in the back of my mind, but the still-firing nerve endings in my dick overcame my fear. "What do you want me to do?" Looking kindly into my eyes, Darrel said, "Maybe you could squeeze my dick and kiss me until I get off, too." He leaned into me while he took me by the wrist to place my hand on his throbbing cock. I was still a little breathless from my big "O", but I smiled at him as I sucked in a lungful of air. Soon our lips were sealed together as our tongues dueled sensuously. He moaned into my mouth as I pulled on his thick shaft. I could sense that he was very close to coming from his responses to my handjob. When his cock swelled, he pulled his mouth away from me to cry out, "Oh, yeah, baby!" just as his dick erupted onto my belly and chest. He thrashed about as he splooged me, bumping me and holding my shoulder. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to experience his orgasm as close and personal as I'd only experienced my own previously. Darrel lay back as his chest heaved and he drew air noisily into his windpipe. "How about ... bringing us ... a nice warm wash cloth?" he asked between breaths. In the bathroom, I ran the water for a few moments to get it warm, then I quickly washed myself off. I grabbed a hand towel and wet another wash cloth to take to Darrel. As I reached the side of the bed, he smiled up at me. "Now, you clean me up, please." Gently, I washed his cock and balls, his belly and his thighs. Then I patted him down with the towel. "Thank you," he said and held his hand out, nodding at the towel. I handed it to him and he mopped up the sheets where most of our sperm had either landed or dripped. When he handed it back, I returned the wash cloth and towel to the bathroom. By the time I got back, he had gotten fresh sheets and was changing the bed. When we climbed into the clean sheets a few minutes later, he pulled me into his big chest and kissed me chastely. "You did real well for your first training session, baby. I've had a good time with you and I'm very pleased that you've given me so much pleasure tonight. That's the most important criteria for your training: giving your partner pleasure. So, you get an A for this time." I grinned. "I had a wonderful time, too, Darrel." "It'll only get better," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I promise." He kissed me again and whispered, "Good night, babe." "Good night," I responded. "Turn out the light, please," he said. I leaned away from him to reach the bedside lamp. When I turned back, he pulled me into his chest and turned me so my butt was against his groin. His strong arm came over my shoulder and held me while he scooted up against my back. I'd never been held like this before, so it was a bit weird. However, at the same time, it felt quite natural and good.