Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2019 15:15:54 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers 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 underage. 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 underage 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 24 Daniel Wednesday night I was with Denny and was allowed to kiss and lick his cock until he shot all over my face and his abdomen. He licked his own stuff off my face and fed it to me in a deep kiss. Talk about erotic! He took my dick into his palm as he shared his tasty treat with me, gently probing my mouth with his tongue. I shot in less than a minute with that hot kiss. I'd enjoyed this activity very much but it was sleeping in Denny's masculine embrace that was the best part. I'd never felt so loved and protected in my life. Back with Darrel Thursday night, I was instructed in how to put Darrel's big cock in my mouth and lick and suck until he came right there in my mouth. I had dreamed and fantasized about tasting a beautiful cock for several years but had not quite imagined it to be so exciting. Wow. The steely hardness and velvety smoothness all at the same time was unexpected. And the power as he thrust into my mouth was, frankly, overwhelmingly masculine. I think I almost swooned! The blasts of his cum into my mouth were startling and incredibly tasty. It only took a couple of tugs on my dick to finish me off as Darrel shot into my mouth. I'd never experienced anything so exciting, so scorching hot! As we recovered from our orgasms, Darrel told me I was doing well so far. "Tomorrow night, both Denny and I need to be with Donny so we're going to let you be with Davey. That's okay with you, isn't it?" The thought of being with David was very appealing to me. "Of course, Darrel," I said. "I've always thought he's very handsome and he's the sweetest big brother in the world. Whatever you think is best is good with me." "He'll help you practice taking care of your partner." "Thank you for training me, Darrel." "It's my pleasure," he said laughing. I looked at him and licked my lips as sensuously as I could. "I know," I said quietly. He laughed and pulled me closer, kissing me with light, happy kisses. We slept cuddled up and I blew him again in the morning, cumming myself with barely a touch on my dripping little dick. Friday night, Coach Randolph showed up while Donald was in the basement bathroom doing whatever he did down there every evening. Denny, Darrel, and Coach had a beer and then disappeared downstairs not to be seen again. After Dave and the twins and I went to bed, Coach apparently went home as he did not appear again on Saturday morning. David and I enjoyed a slow, romantic shower together. He let me wash his entire body, which drew my attention to the perfection of his muscles and the beauty of his nearly flawless skin. I found the hair patterns on his chest and belly to be very manly and could not believe how hard his abdominal muscles were. I could hardly believe how much bigger his biceps were than mine. And, of course, his dick was over 2" longer and quite a bit thicker than mine. Wow! When I washed his butt, he leaned away from me and moaned loud enough that I knew he liked it. "Wash my asshole, too," he said in a deep voice. As I contemplated this new intimacy, he reached behind himself and put a big hand on each firm cheek. Then he leaned further over and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his pink hole so openly I nearly fainted. Even with such a blatant invitation, I was almost afraid to touch him there. I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands as much as I could. After waiting for me for a couple of seconds, he wiggled back and forth. He's getting impatient, I though, as I put my hands on the edges of his buns with my fingers facing towards his hole. As my soapy fingers drifted into the cleft between his cheeks he got really still and began to breathe heavily. When my finger first touched him there, he jerked and said, "Oh, yeah!" I moved my fingers around his hole and then he said, "Push inside." Shit! Could anything be more personal and intimate? I put a finger at the opening to his hole and pushed gently. After half a second, his body opened miraculously and my finger slid in to the first knuckle. He exhaled and said in a quiet, breathy tone. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I was mesmerized by his body as I worked my finger back and forth in him. He seemed to have no discomfort as I pushed in to the second knuckle and then the third. When I would twist my finger, he would moan. When I would pull out a bit, he would inhale noisily. When I would push back in, he would moan. His moans and twitches showed me he was having a good time. I was so enamored with what I was doing that I'm not sure if I enjoyed it, but I would have done it all night if he had wanted it. Of course, he stopped me after a couple of minutes. "Thanks, Danny, that's enough for now." When he washed me, he cleaned me inside, too, using a couple of fingers before he was done. Oh, my! It was like my ass was hungry for more. "I'd love for you to fuck me," I said with a bit of a begging tone. He chuckled. "I'd love to do that, but I have to wait until I'm told I can." With that, he took his fingers away, turned me to face him, and kissed me hard. We rinsed, dried off, and went back into the bedroom. We were both quite hard the whole time. In bed David let me suck his cock until he shot a juicy load in my throat. Yum! His hard and smooth cock was as exciting as Darrel's, but then, my brother was oozing manliness much like my uncle. When he came, it was powerful as well as tasty. After he had calmed a bit, he slipped his softening cock out and surprised me by offering to suck me off. Oh, my God! I was unprepared for how much better a blow job was than just beating off. The warmth of his mouth and the natural lube of his saliva, combined with the sheer amazing hotness of him doing this for me, brought me quickly to a point of near orgasm. Somehow, he knew how close I was and he pulled off my dick for a moment. He took my balls into his mouth, licking them and rolling them around with his tongue. Holy shit! When he put my dripping cock back between his lips, I whimpered with pleasure. He seemed to be licking and sucking everywhere all at once and even kissed my groin at the base of my cock many times. I was so hard I thought my dick might literally explode. It felt so good that I was a little disappointed when I felt my orgasm start. I didn't want this wonderful BJ to end. But, when my orgasm actually came, it was so intense and, uh, wonderful that it made up for being the end of the BJ. After I shot, Dave kept me in his mouth for a while, gently licking and sucking as my cock began to soften. Finally, he released my manhood and crawled up my body until our faces were level. He kissed me lightly and grinned. "You taste good, little brother." Fuck! I thought, what an incredible thing to say! "Thanks," I muttered. "Sure. Are you having a good time?" "Oh, yes!" I grinned. "The best!" "I'm glad. I'm also glad to have this special time for us alone." "Yeah. It's amazing. I love you so much, Davy!" He grinned and pecked my mouth again. "I love you, too, Danny." Then he kissed me more passionately as he began rubbing his hand lightly over my back. After cuddling and kissing sweetly for a while, Dave got hard again and turned me on my back. Then he got over me, his knees on either side of my head, leaned over, and shoved his big ole cock into my mouth. At first, I didn't like this position much because I felt I had no control. But as I got used to it I found it sort of easy to just hold my mouth wide open and cover my teeth while letting him do all the work. I hadn't anticipated this, but it was even more masculine when he drove his cock into my mouth rather than when I went down on him at my own speed. When he came, he told me not to swallow. When he was done, he pulled out, swiveled around, and kissed me deeply. He used his tongue to scoop out part of the cum he had just deposited there. I thought that was really sexy! Afterwards, we cuddled and kissed lightly for a while as we both began moving toward sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to discover he had flipped me onto my left side and was lying against my back with his arm over my shoulder and his hand resting on my abdomen. His huge cock was lying against my ass like a lead pipe. It was exciting, but my excitement didn't overcome the immense sense of peace I had that helped me relax back into sleep. Saturday morning, he got into that position above me again, but this time he sucked me, too. I thought it was very hot that we were each sucking the other, all at the same time! He started cumming first, but as soon as his jizz hit my tongue, my excitement went ballistic and my balls started emptying into his warm mouth. We were actually giving each other our sperm at the same time! Awesome! I thought my orgasms with Denny and Darrel had been great, but this one felt like all my guts came out through my dick. I'd enjoyed being with David! Seriously, I'd never felt closer to my big brother. Saturday night, Darrel was training Donny in his upstairs room, so Denny brought Dave in with me. I was told to get on my knees, which I did without protest, especially because I figured I was going to get to suck some big dick. As I'd guessed, they both pointed their dicks at my mouth, but Dave held back and let Denny drive right between my lips. After I'd sucked him for a minute or so, he pulled out and Dave leaned forward. In this way I alternated between them for a while. Eventually, Denny pulled out and asked if I knew about deep throating. I said I didn't, so he sat me on the edge of the bed and explained it. It sounded very hot, but just a little bit scary. I wondered how I would breathe. Denny had Dave lay across the bed with his head hanging over the side and then told me to feed my dick to him. When I was all the way in his mouth, I could feel the thick part of Dave's tongue with my cockhead, which was the first time I'd ever been conscious of actually feeling something with my dick other than the feelings inside my dick. Denny said I needed to be just a bit longer to experience deep throat but told me it's truly awesome. He had me pull out and then he put his much bigger cock into Dave's mouth. He pushed in until only a couple of inches was left between Dave's lips and Denny's pubes. Denny showed me how his cock could push on into Dave's throat when it was lined up with his mouth. I could see Dave's Adam's apple moving as the big cock slipped deeper into him. Fuck! That was hot, hot, hot! "Would you like to try to take my whole cock, Danny?" Denny asked. "Do you think I could?" "A couple of months ago, Dave had never done it, but look at him now. You have to fight to overcome your natural gag reflex, but I think you can manage it if you try." "Then I want to try." "That's a good attitude, Danny!" Dave got up and Denny helped me lie down and get positioned. When I was in place, he said, "Just suck normally." I opened my mouth and saw the underside of Denny's cockhead begin to pass between my teeth. A second or two passed before I felt the smooth, rounded end start to push against my tongue and then also the roof of my mouth. I saw inch after inch passing into me like a Goodyear blimp silently flying in. I was so excited, I could hardly stand it. Soon my entire tongue was being dragged along the massive structure, but there was still more to follow. Suddenly, my gut wrenched and my throat closed in a deep gagging. Denny stopped moving and said, "Try to relax your throat, baby." I'd never consciously relaxed my throat before but tried to will it to be open and relaxed. Denny pushed in a bit more and I gagged again. I thought I might throw up, but I kept trying to relax. The third time, I gagged really deeply so he pulled back until his cock was barely in me at all. "Take a couple of deep breaths and try to stay calm and relaxed." I breathed and told myself everything was wonderful. Then Denny pushed his cock all the way in quickly. There was a split second in which I felt my throat expanding and I was quiet and relaxed. Denny groaned; his cock throbbed; I gagged deeply and tasted bile; he withdrew completely, and I gagged again, even with nothing in my mouth. "Don't even think about sucking, Danny. Just try to relax your throat. Take a deep breath." I did and the huge prick slid quickly into me until the wiry hairs of Denny's pubes pricked my lips. I felt his big cock pop through a constriction and then fill up my throat completely. Instantly, he pulled back a few inches. I hadn't gagged. "Breathe," he instructed. I sucked in a lungful of air just as he started back in. In this way, he pumped me three or four times before I gagged. He withdrew and allowed me to raise my head for a few seconds. Then he lowered my head and slid in quickly. I took maybe eight pumps to the hilt before I gagged, so this made me feel it was possible for me to learn to keep my throat open. The next set of pumps lasted a little longer and then he pulled out completely, raising my head with his hands behind my head. He kissed me and said, "I'm very proud!" Denny put my head back down, called David over, and had him position his erection against my mouth. I took him in and managed to take him for several pumps without a problem, but eventually I gagged on his slightly longer and thinner cock. After that, Denny moved me up so my head was flat on the mattress. He and Dave lay down and Denny pulled Dave over to suck him while I sucked Dave. We continued on until each of them shot. Denny kissed me and jacked me until I came, too. Lying between the two of them, I took a long time to fall asleep because I was so excited. In the morning, I got to give each of them a BJ before we went upstairs for Sunday breakfast with everyone. Dwight Dear Reader: I need to take this story back for a little while. After all, this is the story of how Dwayne and I learned to love men in very special ways. All our brothers' training tales are just background for the main event, which is still a few months away. No matter whose stories you are reading here, please remember this is all about my beloved twin Dwayne and me! From the time Darrel first took David into his room to begin the mysterious training process, things got weirder in the Cooper house. Life was already surreal (a word I learned later, but which perfectly describes that whole year), starting with Mom's last months and then her unbelievable and unacceptable absence from our lives. Dad's immense pain and his withdrawal to the basement had added to the feeling we were living inside a nightmare and would wake up some morning to find the world right again. Of course, that never happened and eventually Dwayne and I understood that the world would never be right again. Then Darrel arrived and life became a little more settled, but it was so different from what we had known that it still seemed weird. When David was pulled away at the beginning of the summer, we missed him tremendously. It wasn't until later that we realized he had become a surrogate father to us over the year when Dad was focused on Mom and didn't have the emotional energy for us. We were grieving deeply for our mother. We were grieving for our father's presence in our lives. We were frightened about the future. Darrel came and with him some hope arrived. But then it felt as if he took David's presence away from us, too. Donald and Daniel tried to take us in. They loved us and held us when we were sad, dried our tears when we cried, and tried to help us with everything. Then Donald disappeared into the training zone. Dad began coming back, but then he spent his evenings in training. It was left to Daniel and us to spend our evenings together, knowing there were strange things happening in the basement and sometimes in Darrel's room upstairs. Sometimes Danny would play soothing music for us and he even taught us a little piano after everyone disappeared once the kitchen was cleaned up after supper. He made our evenings okay, but when we went to bed, we missed saying goodnight to Davy and Donny. We still missed Dad, too. And the ache of longing for our mother was deepest when we were alone in our room with the lights out. Dwayne and I would hold each other and cry ourselves to sleep. Sometimes Danny would hear us or maybe just look in on us and find us crying. He would gather us up and we would all move to Dave's room and sleep in his big bed together, Danny in the middle, cuddling each of us to his chest. Darrel and David went off to Florida for a week and the house seemed empty. That was the same week Donald started two-a-day football practices, so he was only home for a couple of hours around lunchtime. Then after supper he and Dad went downstairs. We slept with Danny every night that week. We just needed the presence of someone older and kind. When Darrel and David got home from Florida, things got even weirder. Suddenly, the handsome coach came to dinner and then began coming over a couple of times a week. Obviously, he was involved in the training. And Danny got pulled into it, too! The second night after Danny disappeared with everyone else, Dwayne and I tried to watch some television, but all the shows were either stupid or boring, so we played some board games together, but nothing was fun for just us. We were both so sad, we barely spoke for a long time. Finally, we decided to walk down to the swimming hole just to get out of the house, away from the weird noises we occasionally heard coming from the basement or Darrel's room. We taped a note to the fridge so our absence would not worry anyone if they ever came out into the rest of the house. As we walked down the path, Dwayne took my hand. "I'm sorry, You." (Sometimes when we were extra loving we would call each other that.) "I wish I was enough for you, but I know I'm not." I sniffled and squeezed his hand. "I love you the best, You," I said. "Me, too." He squeezed me back. "It's just, um, so weird in the night." "Yeah. Silent, except for those noises." We walked in silence for a bit. "Remember last Christmas?" I asked. "Sure. What about it?" "Well, we were all together. Mom was so tired, but she and Daddy were there and all of us boys." "It was the best, huh?" "Almost the last time we were all together." I started crying and so did Dwayne. We stopped walking and hugged for a long time. Holding him always made me feel better. Safer. Calmer. "You," he purred in my ear. "You," I purred back. We rubbed each other's backs and I felt his heart beating with mine. I felt warm inside in a way I'd never felt before. I didn't want to ever let go. My heart started beating faster and then Dwayne's caught up. We clung together, sobbing quietly. I lost track of time or even where we were. Finally, we both seemed to calm down, our sobbing ended, and my hot feeling changed into an unusual contentment. We released each other and continued our walk to the pond. When we got there, we sat down on an old log. We sat in silence for a minute or two. I enjoyed the slight summer breeze across my bare chest. It seemed to gently rub my skin, calming me and exciting me simultaneously. As if in a dream, Dwayne spoke quietly. "I can't imagine how lonely it must be for people without a twin." I shuddered at the thought of not having him. "Me, too. I would die without you." "You ever wonder how we got so lucky to have each other?" "Not really." I rubbed his knee with my other hand. "But we are, aren't we? Really, really lucky." "Uh-huh. I think maybe God knew we couldn't go through losing Mom without each other. Maybe He gave you to me and me to you so we could make it when everyone else pulled away from us." Oh, I thought, that has to be the answer. "Dwayne," I said as a very important thought took form in my mind. "Can we always be together?" "Sure, Dwight." "I mean always. Never apart. I don't want to be away from you. I would die from the loneliness." "Me, too, Dwight. I'll always be with you." We looked into each other's eyes in the moonlight. We smiled. Our heads drew together and we kissed each other's lips. I guess it was like looking into a mirror, but in my heart, I felt my love for this boy to be greater than anything in my life. I could survive without Mom, without Dad, without our brothers, without a home, without anyone or anything. If I had Dwayne. We looked into each other's eyes again and kissed again. Then we just sat, leaning together, arms around waists, content to be together. I finally felt at peace. Donald I was very nervous when Coach Randolph appeared at our house for dinner that night. And, when he came into the bedroom to find Dave and me naked on the bed, I was embarrassed. I didn't want him to see me being queer. But Denny and Darrel took over and soon I was strapped down getting fucked and loving every probing thrust, in spite of my shame. I couldn't sort out my feelings when Coach stuck his hard dick in my mouth and then in my ass. It was incredibly exciting, as if my fear and shame actually increased my erotic feelings. When I realized I had the honor of being his first bottom boy, pride mixed with the embarrassment and it really got weird inside my head. Seeing Coach the next morning at practice was very strange. We exchanged a couple of secret looks, but didn't acknowledge that anything had happened. He asked me to stay after the afternoon practice session and I wondered what would happen. I showered and dressed and lagged behind while the other guys raced home for dinner or whatever. When everyone else was gone, I went to Coach's office. "Sir?" I stood at the open door. "Come in, Donald. Sit down." I did as instructed. "I think we need to talk briefly. About your training." I hung my head as a blush started up from my neck. "I'm very impressed with how strong you've become and also with how well you are accepting authority. Last year, you had a bit of a rebellious streak, which seems to be gone now. I like that. Your father and your uncle are justifiably very proud of you." I looked at my knees, thankful he was not berating me about being queer. "Please, look at me, Donald." I complied and felt the blood rush all the way to my scalp. "You don't need to be embarrassed or afraid of me, son. We've just learned something very personal about each other. I don't think less of you. In fact, I like you more than before. I hope you don't think less of me." He likes me more? "Um, of course not, Coach. You're such a strong man. I think you're great." I felt the blush again. Shit! He grinned across his desk at me. "That's good, Donald. Your father has invited me to join in on your training when I can. I'd like to do that, if it's okay with you." I looked into his handsome face and realized my cock was hard in my shorts. "I won't come back again unless you want me to." I liked giving myself to him. "Yes." "Yes?" I nodded. "Please come back. I liked being with you, sir."