Date: Sun, 26 May 2019 17:49:13 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 21 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 21 David Durland, Dalton, Darrel, and I arrived at Dell's Downtown Marina and Moorage about 8:15 on Wednesday morning. We'd had a big breakfast with Grandmother about 6:30 before she headed to the store and we loaded up for the hour's drive through rush hour to Clearwater. Dell, Drew, and Dillard were all working to get the yacht ready for the cruise. When I first saw the yacht, my throat constricted and I gasped. The name across the back had always been "Good Time Coop" but had been repainted "The Spirit of Sarah Ann" in honor of my mother. No one had mentioned it. Even Darrel wasn't aware of the change until that moment. Grandfather put his arm around me when he saw the emotional impact it had on me. "We all loved her a great deal," he said as he hugged me from the side. I looked at him with teary eyes, but couldn't speak, so I pursed my lips and nodded. We stood like that for a few seconds until I could finally talk. "Dad will be so happy," I croaked. "I hope so." He released me and walked on along the dock. As we were stowing our gear in the aft cabins, Darwin, Darren, and Darold joined us. There was a flurry of greetings and stuff passed around until everything was properly stowed. I would share one cabin with Drew, Dillard, and Darold while Darrel, Dalton, and Darren had the other aft cabin. The fore cabin was reserved for the older guys: Durland, Darwin, and Dell. Each cabin had one queen-sized bed, so it would obviously be cozy sleeping, not that anyone objected to that. I realize that some of you readers may be getting a little confused about all these Cooper guys, so I decided to include here a handy reference table for the cruise crew. I hope this will assist you as you read about the cruise. Ten Cooper Men Name Age Relationships Durland 59 Father of Dalton, Denton*, Darrel Darwin 42 Nephew of Durland; Father of Darren & Darold Dell 39 Nephew of Durland; Brother of Darwin; Father of Drew & Dillard Dalton 32 Son of Durland; Father of Doug* Darrel 27 Son of Durland Darren 20 Son of Darwin Drew 19 Son of Dell Darold 18 Son of Darwin Dillard 18 Son of Dell David (ME) 18 Son of Denton* *Not on the cruise. Once we were settled in, everyone stripped down to their swimsuits and we cast off. Darrel and I had our Fourth of July Speedos on while Durland and Darwin wore short boxers, green and blue respectively. Dalton looked hot in his dark blue Speedos with a bright yellow panel right in the front to draw anyone's eyes to his cock, which was semi-hard already. Dell wore a full-cut brief in a sort of maroon color with a yellow tiger on one side of the front. Drew had a black bikini while his brother Dillard had a white bikini. Darren had Speedos the color of a cloudless sky. Darold had on the first thong I'd ever seen. A bit of neon orange cloth cupped his substantial cock and balls, but the rest of the suit was just strings in the same bright color. At 18, he had a firm, perky ass that seemed to be begging to get filled and I was sure it would get filled by every cock on the boat, except possibly mine since I could only top an older guy if he asked me to. About six months of age determined that he would be top to my bottom, no matter how much his bottom called out to my cock. Sigh. Durland said we had to keep our suits on until we got positioned in the secluded inlet where we would drop anchor in a couple of hours. And there was to be no consumption of alcohol until then either. I think we all knew there would be ample time for sex and for drinking, so we just relaxed and enjoyed the wind blowing across our sweaty bodies as we motored north on the Inland Waterway and eventually through a break in the barrier islands to the open Gulf of Mexico. Occasionally we passed bystanders on the shore or other boaters, who would stare at the 10 hunky guys who all had dark hair, blue eyes, light skin, and revealing swimsuits. I saw a group of teenage girls, who openly ogled us and took several photos as we sailed past. All in all, it was a great opening to our two days afloat. Darold laughed when he saw them staring so frankly at us. He turned his back toward them and wiggled his ass provocatively. I doubted if they could even see the tiny orange string running up his crack from their distance. "If they only knew what we'll be doing in a few hours, wouldn't they be disappointed?" he asked. "Yep!" Darrel said before placing a hand on Darold's bare butt cheek. "I'm certainly looking forward to getting into this gorgeous butt this afternoon." Darold flexed his glute and blew Darrel a kiss before walking away to get a Pepsi from the cooler. Darrel grinned at me. "Too bad he's older than you, babe." "I'll say! I just hope he doesn't get all the tops." "No chance of that!" Darrel laughed. "You're going to get all you can handle and then some. After all, you are the new meat to most of the guys." I grinned and licked my lips. A little after 1:00 we dropped anchor in a small inlet in Chassahowitzka Bay, about 60 miles north of Clearwater. (Doesn't that sound like it was named for a Russian Seminole?) The inlet had a curve to it that put us completely hidden from the Gulf. The shoreline was completely covered with mangroves which gave the whole area a deserted, swampy-looking feel to it. Sandwiches, chips, and beers were quickly distributed and everyone chowed down for a few minutes. The salt air fueled our appetites and the beer cooled and relaxed us. Dell put some good tapes on his reel-to-reel and we listened all weekend to Sly and the Family Stone, the Beatles, the Supremes, Marvin Gaye, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Neil Diamond, Blood, Sweat, and Tears, Barbra Streisand, The Fifth Dimension, Jackie De Shannon, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Glen Campbell, Dionne Warwick, Lou Rawls, B.J. Thomas, Tom Jones, the Beatles, and of course Elvis. There were others, too. It was a wonderful mix of songs that gave us an energetic party feel. According to Drew, he and Dillard were largely responsible for keeping their old man in the know about the latest music. An hour or so after lunch, Durland stood in the middle of the deck and barked out one word: "Strip!" Within 20 seconds, 10 Cooper cocks were swinging in the wind, most of them either semi-erect or starting to plump up. Durland stepped in front of Dillard and wagged his cock at the boy, who grinned and dropped to his knees. Darwin selected Drew to get him stiff while Dalton took Darren and Darrel took the high-butted Darold. Dell settled for me, feeding me his thick 7" all the way down. So, five cocks were stiffening up in five well-trained young mouths. Darold quickly moved Darrel to a bench, where the younger man could lie with his head off the edge of the bench, happily taking into his hungry throat the thick 8 ½" I knew so well. For a few minutes everyone enjoyed their roles as suckers or suckees and the only sound other than the wind, the lapping of the waves, and the chirps, clacks, and squawks of birds was the gurgling, groaning, and grunting from the young men's efforts and the older men's appreciation. Seeing space on the bench beside Darold, I suggested to Dell that we move over there. He grinned and we rearranged so I could also hang my neck over the edge of the bench, offering my entire throat to the humpy Dell. Louder grunts and gasps as he began fucking my throat confirmed that this was a good idea. After a few minutes, Darwin tapped Dell on the shoulder. Dell pulled away from me yielding my throat to his older brother. A general shifting of the tops followed with the pairings remaining stationary for a few more minutes before Darwin thanked me and walked away. I had just enough time to raise my head to give my muscles a break before Dalton fed me his substantial cock. Others moved around again. When Durland turned Drew over and began rimming his pretty butthole, a cascading of movement followed. Soon Darold and I were on our knees on the bench with Dalton feasting on his rosebud and Dell at my hole. Far too quickly to suit me, a bottle of lotion was passed around and Dell's talented tongue was replaced by a slicked-up middle finger that was quickly joined by its neighboring index finger. Dell began rubbing my prostate and my hard dick began copiously leaking precum. I knew I would spend a lot of the rest of the cruise with a cock in my ass. My dick throbbed in anticipation, even as fear of the physical pain that might accompany all those dicks hit my mind. Someplace in the back of my mind, I heard my brother Donald scoffing and complaining. "You're such a fucking queer!" his mean voice said. He was right, I guess, but I didn't care as I had come to love getting porked! Dell leaned over me. "Are you ready, baby?" "Yes," I moaned. "What do you want?" he asked. "You," I answered, knowing this game well. "I want your cock, sir. All the way inside my hole!" He kissed the side of my face and withdrew his fingers. Two seconds later, his slick cockhead knocked at my back door and without conscious effort on my part, the door opened wide for his entry. Being an inch shorter than Denny and Darrel, but a bit thicker, his cock gave me a moment of pain as he entered me. As he drove on in, the pain became pleasure and I wished he could go a couple of inches deeper. But he gave me a strong, sensuous, prostate-rubbing plowing that had precum flowing out of my piss slit like a faucet. Beside us, Dalton entered Darold amid his whimpers and slowly but firmly took possession of his perky, plush ass. Elsewhere on the deck, one man entered one boy, then another man penetrated another gasping boy, and finally the last needy bottom was possessed by the final horny top. After several minutes, Dalton pulled out of Darold a foot away from Dell and me. "I don't want to cum yet," he said to Darold. After a few more strokes, Dell withdrew from my ass, too. "I want to save my cum for a while, too," he explained. Soon Darwin asked me to turn onto my back, which I, of course, did instantly. He lifted my legs, stared into my eyes as he added extra lube to his big cock, and plunged right into my warmth. Darrel approached Darold and spun him around so his face was above mine. As Darrel mounted our cousin, Darold groaned and brought his face down to kiss me in an upside-down orientation. As Darwin pounded me and Darrel pounded Darold, our lips ground together and our tongues wrestled in an intoxicating mix of movement. After several minutes, a cry from across the deck alerted us to the first orgasm. It was from Drew, who was pushed over the precipice of desire by Dalton's rhythmic thrusting. A minute later Dillard cried out as his Uncle Dell fucked his load out of him. Moments later, Dell joined Dillard in orgasmic pleasure with some deep cries to acknowledge it. By now, I was desperately needing release, so I tightened my asswalls around Darwin's thickness. Applying this internal pressure soon brought me the release I wanted. Screaming, "Fuck, yeah!" I shot all over myself, catching the top of Darold's head as he kissed me and covering my chest with my release. Moments later, Darwin unloaded into me. Darold grunted and spewed onto the bench underneath him, dragging the fuck-machine Darrel into orgasm with him. Completing the cum-cycle, Darren yelped and emptied his balls onto the deck while Durland grunted and pumped his cum into Darren's clutching asshole. Wet washcloths and towels were soon passed around as everyone tidied up a bit. The sun was still high above the water, even though the day was approaching late afternoon. Beers were passed around and the satisfied relatives clumped in groups of two or three as conversations began to cover a wide range of subjects. At one point, I had a long conversation with Darold and Dillard, who had both received their training several years ago. They were both surprised that I'd been a virgin (well, that way) at the beginning of the summer. They asked about my brothers and I shared that Donald was nearing the end of his training and Daniel would soon be starting. They laughed when I told them about Donny's concern about Dad and Uncle Darrel "queering" me and how he'd turned out to be a major leather-bottom. Neither of them had experienced a sling yet, but they both thought it would be fun. I told them about the party we'd had at the gym over the weekend and invited them to come up for another one sometime. "Absolutely!" was Darold's response. "Fuck, yeah!" said Dillard. The older guys had several beers while we younger guys were allowed a second one. When the sun sank behind the mangroves on the western side of the lagoon, Dell and Drew set up a typical backyard grill on the side of the deck. They fired it up while Darren and Dillard were assigned to the galley to prepare everything to support hamburgers and hot dogs. When the coals were right, the meat got grilled and we started filling the other end of our digestive tracts. I found I was starved, so the burgers and dogs tasted exquisite, as did Grandmother's potato salad and Aunt Amelia's coleslaw. As we sat around after dinner having yet another beer, Durland sent his sons (Dalton and Darrel) to "get cleaned out." I happened to overhear the instructions and was a bit shocked. When my uncles returned half an hour later, they stood submissively before Durland. To me, these guys were super-macho men who easily and lovingly dominated me. To see them inviting domination was a mind-fuck! Darwin stood and shooed us off the long bench. "Help me," he said to Darren. They took opposite ends of the bench and moved it into the middle of the deck. "Thank you," he said before turning back to Dalton and Darrel. Dell stood, too. He stepped behind Darrel as Darwin stepped behind Dalton. The two brothers confidently grasped their cousins by the waist and positioned them on their backs on the bench, their legs high so their butts were kissing and their heads were dangling over opposite ends of the bench. Something about the way those beautiful, muscular bodies draped across the bench butt-to-butt made me crazy with desire. Damn, I thought, this is hot! Soon Dell fed his cock to Darrel and Darwin fed his to Dalton. The other younger guys and I all sprang hardons quickly. I was particularly turned on to see that both Darrel and Dalton were plumping up as quickly as we were. They seemed to be excited by the dominance of their older cousins. Clearly, Dalton and Darrel had been well-trained as deep-throaters with Darwin and Dell gasping and moaning loudly as they took possession of their younger cousins' throats. "Damn," someone whistled softly. "This is hot!" someone else said. "Yeah!" The audience was intently focused on watching this live porno show while Dalton and Darrel each dribbled precum as their throats constricted around Darwin's and Dell's cocks. It became clear the tops were not trying to get their rocks off, but wanted to maximize their enjoyment of their cocksucking cousins. The tops controlled their pace so they managed to go for probably ten minutes before Darwin pulled out of Dalton's throat. Meekly, Dalton kept his head back and mouth open, ready for Darwin to thrust back into his throat if he wanted. Dell, seeing his brother's withdrawal, followed suit. Watching Darwin carefully, Dell did to Darrel exactly what Darwin did to Dalton. Almost in unison, the tops pulled their bottoms apart, swiveled them around on the bench and repositioned them head-to-head with their asses hanging just off the ends. The tops lifted their bottoms' legs, knelt, and kissed the assholes they were about to take. For a while Dalton and Darrel groaned and wiggled as their sphincters were kissed, massaged, and loosened by talented tongues. When Darwin raised his hand, I wondered why, but received an answer almost immediately as Durland elbowed Drew to get his attention. Durland pointed at a bottle of lube and Drew stood up, fetched the bottle, and handed it to Darwin. Realizing his limited role in the drama unfolding before us, Drew fetched another bottle of lotion, which he handed to Dell. Soon Dalton and Darrel were well lubed in addition to being quite relaxed. When Darwin stood up, my heart skipped a beat and my cock throbbed in anticipation of what would happen next. As I expected, hard, well-greased cocks were positioned at relaxed, well-greased rosebuds. The cocks pressed inward and sphincters opened. Cockheads disappeared and the bottoms gasped and groaned. After a couple of seconds of delay, the cock shafts pushed into warm depths, forcing air from the bottoms' lungs and eliciting grunts from the tops as their ballsacks kissed firm buttcheeks. I was so fucking horny by the realization of my uncles' complete submission to the desires of the older men that I wanted to scream. For a moment I thought I would bust my nut, but I didn't. Darwin and Dell began to thrust into the quivering asses that were theirs to subdue. A robust, powerful pounding ensued, marked by reflexive bounces of the bottoms' bodies as their masters (shit, I'd never used that word before in this way!) used these two manly holes. The sight of my two uber-masculine uncles getting plowed into submission by two dominant cousins was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. All around me, my young cousins were breathing raggedly, some moaning, twitching, and wiggling as if they were on the receiving end of the powerful body slams currently being received by my hunky uncles. Dalton and Darrel gasped for air, their big cocks flopping around as their massive bodies were slammed by eager fuck-rods. Suddenly, Darwin held still, probably to avoid cumming for a bit. "Switch," Darwin said. Dell stopped his movements, looked at Darwin, and nodded. Both tops extracted their cocks from the gaping holes and circled around the bench. They paused as they approached the middle of the bench on opposite sides. Leaning over (Dell showing his untapped rosebud to everyone on my side of the deck), the tops kissed the bottom they had just vacated. After a long moment of tongue-dueling, the tops swapped and began kissing the bottom they were about to possess. Shit! I thought. The tops seemed so gentle and considerate, yet they were taking complete control of the beautiful bottoms with no hesitation. Although not their usual role, the bottoms seemed eagerly accepting of the dominance of the others. I felt as though they wanted to be taken, possessed, used for the pure pleasure of their tops. My cock throbbed. I wanted desperately to whip out a quick load, but I refrained. Breaking these kisses, Darwin proceeded to Darrel's ass while Dell continued to Dalton's ass. Simultaneously, the tops grabbed the ankles of the bottoms and raised them high above their abdomens. Squatting a bit to line up with the gaping assholes, the tops positioned their cocks at the hungry holes before them. Still in sync, the tops thrust slowly but fluidly into their prey (!) until their cocks were completely engulfed in warm, wet, grasping flesh. Instantly my internal dam broke. "Oh, my God!" I shouted as hot, white jizz shot out of my cock in a long arc taking the wad almost to the bench on which Dalton and Darrel were getting skewered. I shot a second wad before Dillard's mouth captured my spurting rod. Half a second after I cried out, Darrel yelped and unleased a massive load all over himself, managing to hit both himself and Dalton in the face as his cock bounced from the combination of forces imparted by Darwin's body slams and by his internal muscle contractions as his orgasm transpired. It only took a moment for his ass-constrictions to trigger Darwin's load. The shots of Darrel's semen unexpectedly falling on his face from behind him pushed Dalton over the edge, too, and before Darrel's cock had stopped blasting them, Dalton's cock exploded, shooting all over him as well as landing a couple of wads on Darrel's forehead and in his hair in retaliation. Of course, all that cum blasting and shouting took Dell over the edge, too, and he filled Dalton's grasping ass with his essence. Watching their fathers pounding our uncles had been highly erotic to my young cousins, too, and the completion of their fathers' domination of the suddenly submissive hunks drove all of them over the edge, too. Cum flew everywhere as Drew, followed by Darren, then Darold, and finally Dillard ejaculated, amid much shouting, gasping, and flailing about. When Darwin finally withdrew his drooping cock from Darrel's conquered ass and helped him up, Durland stood before me, holding his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. "My turn," he said and gently laid me on my stomach on the bench. After a 30-second fingering to spread lube in my anus, he entered me, fucking me for about 15 minutes before he cried out and contributed his load to my body. When he pulled out and stood up, everyone applauded! I thought the applause was for everyone, not just Durland and me. Nevertheless, I rose from the bench, smiled, and bowed to my audience. The applause turned to gales of laughter when Drew called out, "David! You're dripping!" By then night was upon us and our world shrank to just the dimensions of the yacht. Chips and dip and beers appeared, so we took a collective break from the action while we all stoked our furnaces for later. Dell, who was an accomplished guitarist, killed the rock music and pulled out his Seagull acoustic guitar to begin quietly strumming in the background. Drew produced and lit six big torches that were inserted into sleeves fixed to the top edge of the railings for just that purpose, I guessed. Standing six feet above the railing, the flickering flames of the torches gave us all an orange glow and made the acres of pale skin look warm and sensuous. The evening took on a peaceful, intimate feel and I felt my inner being rejoicing to be in such a safe, protected place, surrounded by the love of these kind, generous, and gorgeous men. I experienced a very unusual, but beautiful, emotion for the rest of the evening. I can only describe it as a full-blown romantic love like nothing I'd ever known before. But it was not directed at any particular guy, not even Darrel, who I was certainly in love with. What I experienced was a broad, diffuse pouring out of my heart to what for the moment was my whole world, my nine awesome companions. I loved them all as deeply as I expected I would ever love anyone. I would have done anything to bring peace, love, happiness, or joy to any of them. Everyone seemed to mellow as the evening progressed. I'm sure it was the beer. I'm sure it was the music. I'm sure it was the night, the breeze fluttering the mangrove leaves, the occasional splash of a fish (or something) breaking the surface of the water, the heavy humidity and lingering heat. I'm sure it was the companionship. I'm sure it was the companions themselves, their quiet demeanor, their glowing skin, the softness of their touch as we lay together around the deck, their hushed voices as they whispered to those beside them. I remember thinking this must be what Heaven is like. After a long while in this sort of languid state of love without normal limits, the guys gradually began forming pairs or threesomes, cuddling closer, caressing, gently kissing. Cocks slowly rose as the love coalesced into a physical need. I found myself standing in a sensuous full-body embrace with 20-year-old Darren, who gently kissed me, humping me so that our cocks rubbed each other slowly, while firmly rubbing my rump with both hands. I knew he could have his way with me and, indeed, that's what I wanted for I loved him with all my heart and being, wanting nothing but to please him, to give him anything he wanted. For a long time, we stood in this ethereal embrace, very slowly building our sexual desire through the touches, thrusts, and kisses. A finger drifted along my ass crack and I shifted my feet apart a bit to open myself. The roaming finger grazed my rosebud and I gasped like a virgin. Gently the finger circled, not pressing for entry, just teasing me, feeding my sexual need. I leaned into Darren, understanding that I wanted him to take me, to make me his. In reality, I needed to give myself to him. I desperately needed to sacrifice my ass to his dominating cock. I wanted to beg, but I knew I must also give him the right to initiate, to dominate, to be in control, to take me according to his whim. The finger gently massaged my hole for several minutes before a slow realization permeated my dull brain. As the finger worked on my hole, a hand caressed each of my buns. Two hands and a separate finger. Who owned the free-roaming finger? I didn't care, for I loved every finger on this boat. But I was curious. I would have turned around to see, but Darren's kisses were too wonderful to miss even a second of them. So, I let the mystery linger. I spread my feet a little further and pushed my butt back to the unidentified finger. I guess this was perceived by the finger as an invitation to come in out of the cold for a moment later I felt a different finger touch my needy flesh hole. This finger was lubed and it pressed inward. I relaxed my sphincter and the finger slipped inside. Joyously I groaned into Darren's mouth while the finger circled, spreading its lube around the interior of my anus. When I was greased up, the finger departed and something bigger pressed against my sphincter. My ass yielded and a cock penetrated me. A cock. Who's cock? I didn't care. Any cock on this boat would do nicely. I loved this cock and I loved the man attached to it. The cock slid all the way inside me and I welcomed it with a strong squeeze. From its size, I knew the cock was not Darrel's and it was not Dalton's, but I wasn't familiar enough with the others to identify it. Hands encircled my waist, forcing themselves between Darren's abdomen and mine, pulling the body possessing the gentle fuckstick against my back. My movements were constricted by the closeness of the two bodies, but I worked the cock within me with my ass muscles as it worked me from outside. The cock lovingly stroked my prostate with each thrust until I was almost crying from joy. To find enough air, I had to relinquish the loving lips belonging to Darren. As I was poked from behind, my cock rubbed against the front of Darren's body and his hard cock. My hidden lover fucked me for at least twenty minutes, holding me near to orgasm, but not quite pushing me over. Finally, he pushed in all the way, stiffened as his wonderful cock swelled, and gasped as his hot juices erupted into my lucky ass. My mystery lover withdrew and another cock pressed into me. My second mystery lover pumped me a little harder and only lasted about six minutes before he came in me. When he withdrew, a third mystery cock took his place. This fuck was slow and loving for a while, but imperceptibly sped up until he was pounding me so hard the only way I kept standing was because Darren continued to hold me. Darren had remained erect against my belly all this time and my cock regained its rigidity during this pounding. When the third cock fired off inside me I could feel the backwash as the sheer volume of cum pushed this additional load out around his cock, dripping down my thighs onto the deck beneath me. "Have you had enough?" Darren asked sweetly. "No," I shook my head, "not until you give me your load, too." "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to lay me on my back with my legs in the air and to put your hard cock all the way into my hungry ass." His eyes widened and I felt his cock throb against our bellies. He took me to the bench and laid me out on my back. Lifting my legs, he entered me quickly and began fucking me strong and deep. Against the railing beside us, I saw Darrel driving into a butthole I couldn't quite identify. On another bench, Dalton was balls deep in Dillard's lovely hole, pounding him almost as hard as Darren was pounding me. Neither Darren nor I could last long so our mating soon culminated when I climaxed all over myself and he responded by depositing yet another load of Cooper DNA in my rectum. Afterwards we lay quietly on the bench, his cock gradually softening inside me. "Thank you, Darren!" I smiled. "Hell, David, it was all my pleasure." "Do you always like sloppy fourths?" I asked with a grin. "In this family, you'd better." He grinned back at me. "Can you tell me who the first three were?" "Um, yeah. Uh, first was Dillard. Then Drew and last was Darwin." "Thanks. It was hot not knowing whose cock was fucking me, but it's also nice to know who has possessed me." We all had another beer before ending the night. Dell came around to ask everyone to take a sponge bath before turning in, "out of courtesy to your bedmates." Full showers were discouraged since both fresh water and wastewater storage were very limited onboard. To accommodate everyone, a big pot of water was heated on the galley stove and in shifts we washed up in the galley before heading to our cabins. Sharing a bed with my three randy third cousins Drew, Darold, and Dillard was erotic by its nature; however, we were all tired and "fucked out" so we just cuddled up and went to sleep. We slept until the intake of beer placed too much pressure on a couple of bladders and caused us all to troop onto the deck and pee over the edge. I expected we wouldn't get back to bed without more sex, but I was wrong. Everybody seemed content to wait a few more hours before starting up the marathon again.