Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2019 10:16:34 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers The Cooper Twins 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"! Congratulations on finding the story after it was suddenly moved. I apologize for any inconvenience. Regardless of where Nifty puts it, I hope you will enjoy every bit of it! Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 25 Denny Friday morning I dropped by the high school towards the end of practice and watched a few minutes from the stands. When he dismissed the boys, Randy waved me to come down to the field, where he introduced me to his assistant coaches, Bert Blaylock and Joel Kern. Both were newly hired this year and both were complimentary when Randy told them I was Donald's father. Coach Blaylock had done a four-year stint in the Navy before playing football for Memphis State, where he'd been a running back of some note, catching a pass and running 60-something yards for the win in the Mississippi State game last fall. He was my height and just a bit heavier in a very masculine way. His hair was almost as dark as mine and he had medium brown eyes. He wore a thick mustache above cushiony lips and a cleft chin. All in all, he was quite sexy and handsome. Coach Kern was younger, having just turned 23 a few weeks prior. He was hired primarily to coach basketball as his lanky 6'3" frame would indicate. Though slender, he had solid musculature with a very fine, tight-looking ass over endless, gorgeous legs that were covered in dark hair. He also had full dark hair on his head and dark brown eyes. He had classic facial features with a nose Sarah Ann would have described as "turned-up" and he was so handsome you could easily get caught staring. He was originally from Charleston, but had just graduated from USC Upstate in nearby Spartanburg and was about to begin working on his master's in secondary ed at nearby Clemson. While the boys showered and dressed in the locker area, we sat behind Coach Randolph's closed door and chatted. Randy explained to his assistants that Donald was in a family training regimen at home that had put on almost 20 pounds of muscle this summer and turned a moderately rebellious lad into one who quickly submitted to authority. Randy told them he was considering adapting this training to others who needed that extra degree of discipline. Blaylock was quite intrigued when he learned Donald's physical regimen was based on Marine Corps basic training. I offered to introduce him to Darrel so they could compare notes for bringing the concept to the larger team. All the coaches liked that idea. Randy asked Blaylock and Kern to check on the boys and see that everyone had gone home. They were gone a few minutes while he and I had some private conversation. He said he had casually discovered that neither of the assistants was overly religious and that both seemed a bit liberal. "I think it's safe to bring them into our confidence regarding the other matters," he concluded. "I'll yield to your judgment, Randy," I said. "The thing is," Randy continued, "I would like for them to go through the training, too." "To be clear," I stated, "you are referring to the submission part?" "Yes." "Including sexual submission?" "Yes. I want them to be able to teach submission to the selected boys. Won't they be better if they first experience it?" "Undoubtedly. I would think they would also yield to your dominance easily afterwards." "My thought exactly." I grinned. "Teaching them submission will be a magnificent pleasure for Darrel and me, as well as you." He grinned. "Absolutely." "Does anything make you think they would submit sexually?" "Young Kern says he hasn't had a long-term girlfriend. As gorgeous as he is, I find that quite unusual. And I wonder if there is a sexual reason." I wondered if the Coach often referred to other men as "gorgeous." "He is gorgeous," I agreed. "And Blaylock has had three fiancées, but never gone through with it. He commented the other day that he's tired of his right hand, implying a lot of sexual frustration." "Hmm. Are you comfortable explaining that aspect of the training to them?" "Yes, but I was hoping we could do it together." "Today?" "Yes." "Okay. But I think you should take the lead." "Of course." A few minutes later, the assistants returned, confirming the boys had departed and the building was locked. Randy explained that the physical training was only part of the transformation in Donald. He said the submission part of the training was unorthodox and highly personal. Both coaches seemed intrigued. They exchanged a look and Blaylock asked, "How personal?" "I guess as personal as it gets," Randy said. There was a moment's silence. "Um," Blaylock hesitated. "Sexual?" "Yes." Blaylock turned to me. "You're teaching your son to submit sexually?" He sounded astounded, but not necessarily judgmental. I nodded. "When a young man submits his body for the domination of an older man, his entire psyche seems to accept the authority of older men, in general, and the dominating man completely. There is more to be gained, too. Learning to submit sexually and concentrate on pleasing the dominant man teaches the boy to focus his own sexuality on pleasing his partner, whether male or female. I can attest to the fact that the wives in my family are very satisfied with their marriage beds." "Fascinating!" Blaylock exclaimed. "Once the boy accepts the submissive role and learns to welcome it, we then begin training him to be dominant, too. However, we continually emphasize and enforce that he must always submit to those in authority over him and in turn dominate those under his authority only with consideration and kindness. In the family, that is strictly based on age. Older men dominant younger men in the family. We are all happy with that arrangement." "Incredible!" said Kern. His eyes sparkled. "In order to use this very effective training for our selected athletes, we need to be very careful," Randy said. "As you can imagine, the administration would not be able to authorize or support this type of training, no matter how effective. However, they would reward the coaching staff significantly if we turn our teams into dynamos, which I think we can, especially football and wrestling where strength is a key ingredient to success." "I see," Blaylock said. "So, um, what do you propose?" "I'd like to employ the training very, very discretely and very selectively. We will carefully pick the boys who go into the training. They must want to be star athletes more than anything. They must be willing to do anything to be a star. They must be from families that are somewhat liberal. I want to get permission from the fathers for some very unorthodox private training. They don't have to know all the details, but they need to be willing to relinquish their sons to us with the idea that they just want success as long as we don't hurt the kid." "Sure," Kern said. "What do you want from Joel and me?" Blaylock asked. "Along with Denny, Darrel, and me, I want you to be trainers." Both coaches were silent for a few moments. I could see they were following some thoughts with great seriousness. Eventually, Kern said, "Um, Coach, let me be sure I'm understanding you correctly." "Sure, Joel," Randy said. "You want us to supervise a heavy workout regimen, okay. That's simple. But I also think you're saying you want us to, uh, dominate our student athletes, uh, sexually." Randy looked intently at Kern. "That's right." "Um, we're talking about man-on-man sex, right?" Kern asked. "That's right. Denny?" "Yes, Coach," I said to Kern. "My family has done this for generations and it really works." "Forgive me, please," Blaylock said, "but aren't you turning all your sons gay?" I chuckled. "Logic says yes, but the facts say no. I have two bothers. The older one is married with five kids and I have five kids. I had a wonderful sex life with my wife until she became too sick. I've never had any difficulty being completely faithful to my wife. With women, that is. I have had sexual relations with my brothers, cousins, and other family members ever since I was trained at 13. Now, of course, with the training of my sons, they're now involved." "You are aware of the legal and, I guess, moral issues that raises, right?" Blaylock asked. "I am. That's why it must be very carefully applied. But I assure you, none of the men in my family are angry or resentful about our special family closeness. I think we just don't worry about sexual labels like society does. I don't go around looking for sex from women or men outside my family. I have no need to do that since my needs are generously met at home. My brother Darrel is about your age, Coach Blaylock. He just came home from the Marines and is helping me train my sons. He has not married due to the demands of his military service, but he has significant sexual experience with women. Right now he is focusing on the training, but he may begin seeking female companionship anytime. I'm still recovering from the loss of my wife and have no interest in another romantic entanglement. Our way of life does not get in the way of healthy heterosexual relationships and marriage. We believe it actually makes those marriages stronger. It's well known most men have the need for more sex than women, so, in our family, we balance the needs by allowing the men to take care of themselves together." "You make it sound quite logical," Kern said. "I think it is logical. And, for the pure satisfaction of great sex, men who understand and know how to be submissive offer unbeatable sexual experiences." Kern flushed and squirmed in his seat. I noticed a significant lump forming in his workout shorts. "Even our young men are quite accomplished," I added. "In just a few weeks, Donald has become very talented at pleasing a man. But he isn't gay. I think David, my oldest, might be bisexual, which perhaps I am, too. And my third son, Daniel, is unclear, but may be primarily gay. If he is, that was not caused by the training because he's just beginning." "So," Randy interrupted. "Would you be willing to meet with Darrel to discuss the workouts?" "Yes, sure," Blaylock said while Kern nodded. "Good," Randy nodded. "Can you all come to dinner at my house tomorrow evening?" We all said yes. Randy smiled. "Good. Six o'clock. Bert, Joel, please think about this and we'll talk after dinner and see where we go from here." He scribbled his address on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. I stood and reached out to shake hands with Blaylock. "Darrel and I will be happy to answer any questions on the condition that you do not take this information to anyone else." "You have my word," Blaylock said as we shook. "Likewise," Kern said as he stood, awkwardly trying to conceal an erection. We shook hands and I said goodbye and left the office. Saturday evening, Darrel and I went to Coach Randolph's pleasant suburban home in a nice middle-class section of Greenville for dinner. We were greeted at the door by Randy with a precocious 2-year-old beauty in his arms. He introduced us as "Mr. Denny and Mr. Darrel" to Abigail. As we said hello to her shy smile, he stepped back to admit us. Soon we met 4-year-old Charlie and then our hostess Lucy, who was a tall woman, maybe 5'10" with a slender build and shoulder-length auburn hair that framed a lovely face. I could see why the Coach was attracted to her. She turned out to be as lovely inside as she looked on the outside. Coach Kern and Coach Blaylock arrived only a few minutes after we did. Soon we men were seated around the living room with beers in hand while Abigail enjoyed various laps. Charlie talked incessantly to Darrel about the new Legos he got for his birthday a couple of weeks ago. After almost half an hour, Lucy announced dinner, whereupon we adjourned to the dining room to enjoy a delightful, animated dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and salad. After dinner, Lucy insisted we move to the basement game room while she cleaned up the kitchen and put the kids to bed. We were briefly interrupted to say goodnight to Abigail and Charlie before they and their mom disappeared upstairs for the remainder of the evening. Over more beers we explained the training regimen to the assistant coaches, who listened with fascination. I pointed out the rules of our interactions that included younger men always submitting to older men. Pointedly, Bert slapped Joel's knee and said, "I have noticed you have a hot butt." Joel blushed a deep red and Randy remarked, "Before you agree to be part of this, you should be clear that you will be expected to submit to Denny, Darrel, and me without protest or question. Joel, you will also submit to Bert without question. All of the boys, including Donald and his older brother David, will submit to you." "Coach, um, Randy," Joel said nervously, "I've never, um, su--, um ..." "Given a blow job?" I asked. "Um, yeah." "Can I be honest with you, Joel?" Darrel said. "Of course," the handsome young coach responded. "You may not really like it. Or you might be surprised and find it fun, exciting even. But, you will be doing that to learn to please another and also to be a full partner in a very important and, no doubt, satisfying group." Joel looked a bit doubtful. "Joel," Bert interjected, "I've never given a BJ either. But I have received several. Have you?" "Um, once." "Tell us," I said. "It was a couple of years ago. I was dating a girl who wanted to stay a virgin until marriage. When the frustration about not having sex got so high it was causing us to argue a lot, she finally agreed to giving me one as a substitute for the real thing." "How was it?" I said. "Not very good. She wouldn't put it in her mouth except just a couple of inches. I could tell she hated it and I finally stopped her." "That wasn't really a blow job," Bert said. "No, it wasn't," I said. "Bert, what is your experience in that way?" "When I was in the Navy, I was stationed in Manila for two years. I frequented a whore house where I sometimes got a BJ instead of a fuck. The orgasms were very good that way, too. After the Navy I had a girlfriend who kind of liked to blow me, so I had quite a few from her. She wasn't as good as the Filipino whores, but still it beat jerking off." "Generally, it seems that men give better blow jobs than most women," Darrel said. "That's certainly true in my experience. Men are less inhibited and are willing to really work on it. Plus, they can understand what feels good." "I agree," Bert blurted out, then blushed a bit. "You've had a BJ from a guy?" I asked. "Um, yeah." "Explain, please," I said. "Sure. Um, one night at the whore house in Manila, the girls were all busy, so they gave me a boy and said he gave the best head in the house. I was horny, so I thought, `what the hell!' and said okay. As a result, I got a very hot BJ from Juan. It was only a few months before I came back to the states, but I asked for him several times after that. He was more enthusiastic than the girls and his tongue was incredibly talented. He could take me all the way to the pubes without gagging." Bert grinned broadly. "Those might have been the best orgasms of my life." "So far," I said with a wiggle in my eyebrows. Bert laughed. "Ooooh, baby! So, Joel, I'm willing to learn to give these guys BJs in exchange for BJs from all our boys as they are trained." "What do you think, Joel?" Randy asked. "Well," he said hesitantly, "it does sound like a good deal." He paused for a moment. "I'm willing to try it." "Good," Darrel said. "Great," I said. "You realize, of course, there is another bit of submission, too, right?" "You mean taking it up the ass," Bert stated bluntly. Joel seemed to cower at that. "Yes, I do. A man's ass is tight, warm, and wet." All three coaches seemed to squirm. "Any man can learn to take even a large cock without significant pain, so you don't need to be afraid. Sometimes there are a few seconds of pain upon initial penetration, but it soon turns to a very pleasant full feeling." "Is the pain as bad as I would imagine?" Joel wanted to know. I exchanged a look with Darrel. "I don't know what you imagine, Joel, but let's just say it could be a rather sharp pain that is not at all pleasant. But, if you are properly prepared, it should not be very strong and if you relax it should not last but a couple of seconds." "That's right," I continued. "Because the prostate is located right against the rectum wall and just inside the sphincter, it's rubbed by any movement inside. Until you've experienced it, you really have no idea how good that feels. This prostate stimulation also leads to the strongest orgasms of all. So, giving yourself to another man that way is very pleasurable for you, too. Besides, we will not force you to do anything, although if you don't participate we might have to stop the training." There was complete silence for a few moments as they absorbed what I had said. "I think we need about two weeks to get you through the training before we can start training any more of the athletes. We don't have any experience with training anyone other than our own sons who are living at home. Would it work for us to meet each weekday after your morning practice until school starts? It would be for a couple of hours each day." "Yes, I think so," Randy answered. "Are you guys okay with that?" "Sure," Bert said. "That's a good time for me." Without enthusiasm, Joel said, "I guess so." "It'll be okay, Joel," Randy assured his assistant. "As Denny said, you won't be forced to do anything." "Okay." Dwight reminded me this story is supposed to be about training the boys in the family, so I will try to hurry this section along, so he doesn't get mad at me! On Monday we met at the locker room half an hour after the last boy was usually gone. After Joel locked us in, we took a group shower and washed each other's bodies. It was good to see that all three coaches sported semi-hardons or full-bore erections throughout. For the record, the Cooper clan tends to have cocks that are in the range of 7 ½" to 8 ½" in length and probably average 5 ½" in circumference. (Reader, if you aren't accustomed to that measurement, measure yourself, please. The thinnest adult cocks tend to be about 4" and the thickest about 6", though there are a few outside this range.) The coaches were a little different in their cock dimensions with Randy presenting about 8 hard inches that were just a bit thicker than either Darrel or me, besting us maybe half an inch in circumference. Although that doesn't sound like a lot, accommodating an extra half inch is quite noticeable to a young sphincter. Bert came in at about 7 ¼" in length and between Cooper thickness and Randy thickness. Joel's cock was visually beautiful, smooth with a shapely head at the 5 ½". His cock also seemed to get hard quick and stay rock hard for as long as it was exposed. Darrel and I taught each of these straight men to kiss another man, first us and then each other. After some initial hesitation, they warmed up to it and actually got into it. We'd decided to exempt Randy from the submission training as he was the one in charge and had no one he needed to submit to. So, we laid Bert and Joel on benches in the locker room, greased up our bodies and brought all of us to orgasm through frottage coupled with hot make-out sessions. We fed tastes of all our cum to each of the coaches, including Randy. At first they were hesitant, but after tasting the samples, all of them relaxed about it. At our direction, Randy humped first Bert and then Joel until he, too, came. We shared his jizz and took a final shower. I thought this session was very successful since we had overcome the coaches' basic hesitancy about being sexual with another male. Tuesday, in the shower, we put Bert and Joel on their knees and gently fed them our cocks (which they had already washed with their hands). Once they became relaxed, Randy joined us and the three of us rotated between the cocksuckers until Randy shot in Joel's mouth. We told him not to swallow and had him feed each of us a bit through kisses. Then I came in Bert's mouth and he fed us. Then Darrel came in Joel and he fed us again. We led the assistants to the locker room, put Joel on his back on a bench, and showed Bert how to straddle him and go into a 69 position. By this time, their sexual need to release was intense and they vacuumed big loads out of each other. We coached them in swapping their loads orally, which Randy said was very hot. So, we had them share with him. On our drive home, Darrel and I agreed that both Bert and Joel seemed to be taking to cocksucking quickly and seemed to find servicing Randy and us to be erotic. Wednesday, we put Bert and Joel on the benches with their heads over the edge and began teaching them to deep-throat. Neither overcame his gag mechanism but each made some progress. Darrel and I face-fucked them until we shot. Then Randy face-fucked Bert until he came. Since they were doing so very well, Darrel sucked off Joel and I took Bert over the moon. They were both so hot when we started that it only took a few minutes to finish them off. I could tell they felt very good about us servicing them. Thursday, we taught Bert and Joel how to douche and explained the benefits to all of them. We encouraged them to always douche if there was any possibility of bottoming and suggested they never top a student unless he'd douched. After our showers, Darrel and I positioned them face down on the benches and rimmed them for a long time. The first touch of our lips on their rosebuds elicited a loud shout of "Holy fuck!" from Bert and a gasped "Oh, my God!" from Joel. As we moved into intense tonguing, they both panted, wiggled, and moaned so much there could be no doubt they both loved it. At first very reluctant, Randy finally took a short turn on each of them. Then we put them into a 69 so they could do each other. After a few licks, both of them got into it. After a while, we split them up and put them face up on the benches. Rolling their legs back, we introduced our fingers to their virgin asses, which both of them accepted willingly, albeit a bit hesitantly. A few strokes against their prostates had them moaning like Tijuana whores and begging for more. Their obvious pleasure amazed Randy and soon he was doing a two-finger fuck on Joel like an old pro. Then, we put them back into a 69 so they could suck each other while we finger-fucked them. It only took about 60 seconds for them to unload massive cum dumps into each other's hot mouth. Joel, who was the upper partner, almost fell off the bench as his cock fired into Bert's clutching throat. We caught him just in time. After cumming, both were able to manage a few strokes of cock in their throat before their gag reflexes stopped their progress. Eagerly they took the three dripping cocks presented to them. Friday, after their douches and rim jobs, we put them on benches, where we finger-fucked them and face-fucked them at the same time. This time, they were able to take our eight-inch cocks to the root for a dozen or so pumps before we had to quit. After Darrel and Randy had given them cum cocktails for their efforts, I buried my cock in Bert's throat until I gave him a shot or two straight into his stomach before pulling back. He immediately shot into Joel's mouth in response to my release. We arranged for all of them to come to our house on Saturday night at 9:00 for a special session. We emphasized that Bert and Joel should be "completely clean" before arriving. On Saturday, David took all the boys to the drive-in for a double feature that night, so they would be gone for several hours. When the coaches were all present, we gave everyone a beer, which they drank quickly, I think because they were anxious to get to the more exciting stuff. When we were all naked and making out in the bed, the dicks were hard as rocks and dripping in anticipation of what might happen next. We put Bert and Joel on their knees on the bed and pushed their faces into the pillows. "Spread `em," Darrel commanded and they eagerly complied. Randy, Darrel, and I ate their assholes for a long time as both of them moaned and wiggled while their dicks dripped onto the sheets. Eventually we began fingering them as we presented a hard cock to each willing mouth. As they sucked Randy and I, Darrel worked two fingers into each rosebud. When he inserted a third finger, their moans changed to grunts as he plowed into them. When Randy and I were quite excited and both bottoms were squirming like crazy, we pulled out of their mouths. "What do you want, Bert?" I asked. He looked up at me a bit puzzled, then rolled his head back, releasing a long, low groan as Darrel shoved three fingers deep into his hole. "What do you want?" I repeated. He looked at me again and I saw a war going on in his mind. "We know what you want, what you need, but we will never give it to you unless you ask for it." I caressed his head. "So, what do you want?" "I, um, I," he said slowly, then rapidly added, "I want to be fucked." I nodded and smiled. "Good. I promise you will love it." Looking deeply into his brown eyes, I kissed him gently as I caressed his cheek. Next, I turned to Joel, cupping his cheek with my palm. "And what do you want, Joel?" For a moment he hesitated. "I, uh, I like what he's doing to me. It feels really good. But I'm not sure about getting fucked. I'm just not ready." I smiled. "We understand. We won't do that until you ask for it." Joel smiled and then moaned as Darrel shoved his fingers through the young coach's gaping sphincter another time. I kissed him quickly, too. We all shifted around so that Joel was flat on the bed, face up and feet together, making one long, lanky slab of hot male flesh along the mattress. Bert laid on top of Joel so they were plastered together with Bert's meaty butt vulnerable and available. His knees were spread on either side of Joel's narrow hips, which opened his hole provocatively. No longer shy about kissing, the two assistant coaches began making out like horny teenagers while Randy got behind Bert on his knees, rock-hard cock in one hand and bottle of lotion in the other. After working a lot of lube into his assistant, Randy greased up his thick 8-inches and positioned it against Bert's rosebud. Bert broke the kiss with Joel to groan as Randy leaned forward. "Remember to relax," Darrel said. "Push back, Bert." Bert did and the broad cockhead slid out of sight. "Oh!" Bert cried out. Randy gasped. He looked completely mesmerized. I reached out and placed my palm on his belly and pressed, just to hold him still. Bert cried, "Ow! It hurts!" "Relax, baby," Darrel said. "It'll stop in just a few seconds." All five of us held our breath until Bert's clenched face relaxed and he moaned. "Are you good?" Darrel asked. "Oh, I think so, yeah," Bert breathed. I took my hand away from Randy's belly. "Just a couple of more inches," I instructed. He complied and Bert groaned throughout the insertion. We gave him another moment to adjust and then Randy pushed in two more inches. The next drive took him in to the pubes. "Oh, my God!" Randy exclaimed. "My cock has never felt so completely, uh, embraced!" "Damn!" Bert moaned. "Your cock is fucking huge! You must be ripping me apart!" "No," I said. "You're fine, Bert. It's just a new feeling. Now, Randy is going to start fucking, so try to relax and let him do all the work." "O-o-kay." Bert groaned as Randy pulled out to the point the flare of his glans re-appeared at the edge of his sphincter. Randy paused and looked at me. "All the way, but slowly," I nodded to Randy. As Randy pushed into Bert's no-longer-virgin asshole, the younger coach moaned loudly. Randy's sound was more of a surprised groan. When he had given all he had to Bert, Randy immediately withdrew and Bert said, "Fuck me, man!" Randy needed no more instruction as he began making long, powerful drives into the now-willing asshole. "Oh, yeah!" Bert shouted. He devoured Joel's mouth and began to push his ass back in time with Randy's forward thrusts. Continually he moaned into Joel's hot mouth as Randy plowed his hot ass. Darrel and I exchanged grins across the coach sandwich as Randy's strong butt-muscles clenched and relaxed with increasing frequency. The force of Randy's thrusts pushed Bert's body along the top of Joel so that their cocks rubbed together and between their bellies. Soon we could hear Joel's moans join the louder sex sounds from Bert and Randy. The slurping sound from Bert's hole as it drew in Randy's big cock, the slapping of their balls as the penetration was completed, and the squeak of the bedsprings coupled with the three men's verbals was an exciting cacophony of sex-sounds. Darrel and I were dripping in response to this hot show before us. Randy quickly reached his peak of excitement from the physical stimulation and the realization he was pounding away at his very handsome and stupendously built assistant. After five or six minutes, the head coach screamed out, "Holy fuck!" as he slammed his cock home in the ass he now owned. He held still, buried balls-deep in the uber-masculine new bottom, obviously creaming the fresh asswalls as he yelled, "Oh!" over and over again. Bert moaned without ceasing as Randy filled him with coach nectar. Darrel leaned down and spoke right into Bert's ear. "Do you want more?" Bert pulled his mouth off Joel and gasped, "Yes! Please!" Darrel nodded at me and I returned my palm to Randy's now-sweaty belly and pushed against his taut muscles. He gathered his strength for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew, grimacing from the extra friction applied to his overly sensitive cock. When he was out of the way, I quickly lubed my cock and slid it all the way in with one long, slow plunge. This asshole was very warm and very wet from Randy's powerful fuck and his apparently huge load of cum. Bert exhaled noisily and said, "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I went to town on this very hot fuck-hole, loving every delicious 8" plunge into the guts of this prince of man-flesh. I was proud of the way Bert accepted my big cock like a seasoned veteran as he cried out, "Damn! That's good!" After a few thrusts into his willing hole, Bert soon began rhythmically squeezing like a well-trained hustler. I grabbed his hips for support and fucked his ass with no restraint. He moaned, groaned, and shouted, "Fuck, yeah!" throughout my mauling of his talented hole. About five minutes into this wonderful coupling, he cried out louder and his asshole gripped my cock into an unimaginably tight clench as he began unloading his ballsac onto Joel's hairy belly and chest. I stayed deep in Bert for a few seconds to allow him to get maximum pleasure from his prostate-initiated orgasm. Then I gently pulled back to begin a gentler fuck of this awesome asshole in order to bring my own balls back into play. Bert's moans returned with the first plunge into the depths of this hot dick-sheath and I quickly picked up the pace until I was pounding him as hard as I could. As he pushed back to receive and squeeze my invading cock, he cried out in a constant sing-song of ecstasy. It was beautiful and made his enjoyment of what was happening crystal clear. After another couple of minutes, I felt my gonads fire and I shoved all the way in as my cumwads flung themselves as far up his butt as they could. Bert wailed and whimpered as I filled him with my babymakers. When I finally quit shooting, I stayed in his wet warmth for another minute, savoring the feelings and allowing my cock to deflate slowly within him. He lay still as his massive chest heaved against Joel's gorgeous torso. Eventually, we disentangled so Bert and Joel could rinse the detritus of love from their bodies while Darrel brought down a tray of beers. When Bert and Joel came back, Randy and I rinsed. "I never imagined..." Bert said quietly. "Nor did I," Randy agreed. "That might have been the best orgasm of my life," Bert admitted. "I wasn't even thinking about my cock and all of a sudden, I was rocked with the orgasm. Unbelievable!" Randy chuckled. "Yours was the tightest hole I have ever fucked! Jeez!" "Probably the only virgin you've ever had!" Bert quipped at his boss. We all laughed deeply. "How bad did it hurt?" Joel wanted to know. Bert looked affectionately at his friend. "I won't lie, Joel. It hurt pretty bad, but only the first few seconds and then it magically faded away. After that, I felt so, uhm, full. So, uh, complete. Yeah, that's it. I felt complete. And when Randy got to going, it just got better and better. It was like the most amazing massage ever combined with the best blowjob ever. I know it sounds crazy to compare getting fucked to receiving a blowjob, but it brought my level of excitement up in a similar way. It made me so very horny so fast I couldn't believe it. Knowing I was taking such a hot man and giving him such pleasure was an added bonus." He was quiet for a moment. "And to think I would beg for more. Wow. Joel, you have to try it. I can't imagine any man wouldn't enjoy it." "I'll definitely think about it, Bert," Joel answered. "It's obvious you liked it." Bert smiled. "I'll say. And I enjoyed the second time just as much, although I will admit it lacked that special experience of having those particular feelings for the first time. God, my ass felt so-o-o-o wonderful!" Then, thinking about what he'd just admitted, he blushed. "Hell," he grinned. "I loved it so much I'm ready again!" "Just what I was hoping," Darrel said. Before you could say, "Hot guys," Bert was on his back in the middle of the bed with Joel on his knees above him, feeding his pretty cock between Bert's cleft chin and his thick mustache, and Darrel pushing Bert's legs back while he inserted his hastily-lubed cock into the welcoming anus. After a few minutes, Joel turned around and laid over his buddy's beautiful torso. Joel fed his cock back into Bert's mouth as he leaned forward to swallow up Bert's dripping cock. Along one side, Randy and I stood with arms around each other as we each played with our rising cocks. When Bert came, his internal squeezes brought Darrel off, too. Joel pulled out of Bert's mouth, turned again and placed his mouth on his gasping friend, opening it to feed the new bottom some of his own load. When they were done, I pushed Joel onto the bed and began a short, but powerful 69 with him while Darrel knelt before Randy to finish him off. Bert, totally spent from three devirginizing fucks and two monumental orgasms, just lay there recuperating. After another round of quick rinses and one more beer, the coaches departed. It was just after midnight and our boys arrived home about 15 minutes later. I brought the twins to bed with me while Darrel took the other boys to his room upstairs. The next day as Darrel reported to me, I learned that Danny had sucked all of them before David fucked a restrained Donny. Afterwards, Donny and Danny had enjoyed a 69 together before they all slept.