Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2019 22:55:13 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 26 The Cooper Twins Chapter 26 Dwight The night the coaches came over was special for Dwayne and me. First, we got to spend the whole evening with all our brothers at the drive-in. We saw two great Westerns, The Wild Bunch and True Grit along with a good Road Runner cartoon, had popcorn and sodas, and got to sit on David's and Donald's laps so we could see better. I know almost-12-year-olds don't usually sit on anyone's lap, but we all had a very physical relationship and loved each other very much. It seemed quite natural and normal for us to be so close. I could feel David's big rod hard against my butt for a long time. Later I learned that Dwayne had felt Donny's cock against his ass, too. To cap off the great night, we got to sleep with Dad that night! When we were about to climb into Dad's bed, both of us slipped out of our briefs and looked at Dad. He was wearing some sexy red briefs. After staring at us for a moment, he slipped them down, his big soft cock hanging low between his legs. We all climbed between the sheets with Dad on his back in the middle of the bed and each of us cuddled into his chest from opposite sides. He held us tight. I felt my heart race and I pressed myself against his big, warm body. I felt the love flow out of my heart onto him. After a moment, he said, "I know your twelfth birthday is only a couple of weeks from now." "It is," Dwayne said. "Have you thought about how you would like to celebrate?" He pulled us tighter so we were almost lying on his body. "Would you like a party?" "Well, Dad," Dwayne said, "a party would be fun. But what we really want is to spend some time with you." "Yeah," I said. "We've missed you." He smiled and looked at each of us. "I'm sorry, boys," he said. "I know I've been spending most of my time with the older guys and now the coaches." "It seems like you have time for everyone but us," Dwayne said. Dad was quiet for a minute. "I guess it does, huh?" "Yes," I said in a whisper. "That's not what I intended, boys. You know I love you very much, right?" "Uh-huh." "Sure." "I have been spending a lot of time with all this training. But I don't want to neglect you." "Now that Danny's getting trained, too, it's like everyone is gone all evening. We've been kind of lonely," I explained. "Oh, baby!" he said with a tight throat. "I tell you what. Your birthday is when?" "Oh, Daddy," I giggled. "You know." "I know it's August 30, but I meant what day of the week?" "Saturday," Dwayne said. "In two weeks." "Okay. How about if you guys and I spend the weekend together? Just us." "Really?" I said. "Yep." "That'd be awesome," Dwight said. "It would," Dad responded. "What would you like to do? Camping? The beach? Something else?" We each thought for a minute. Finally, Dwayne asked if we could think about it and tell him later. He agreed and then kissed Dwayne on the lips for a few seconds. "I love you, Dwayne," he said. "I love you, Dad," Dwayne grinned. Then Dad kissed me and said he loved me. I kissed him and said I loved him, too. "It's late. Let's get some sleep," he said. We rolled up close against him and Dwayne's hand rested on my shoulder. We slept really well that night. Darrel Denton and I discussed whether we had perhaps bitten off a little more than we could easily chew after we started training the coaches. Donny was ready to shift from totally submissive to the dominant roles and Danny was ready to learn to bottom. Dave was a good assistant to us, but would be leaving in a couple of weeks. Denny told me the twins were feeling neglected and I could easily see why. We had to be more available to them. And, of course, Randy was a natural dominant male. Bert was surprisingly open to being dominated, and Joel was about to accept submission, we felt. In the third week of August we fell into an almost rigid schedule. Denny and I trained the coaches (primarily Bert and Joel) from 9 to 11 each day, then returned home for lunch with the boys (except David, who was still working at the Cavanaugh Farm). Afternoons were spent with chores, errands, and hanging with the boys. I also supervised the boys' workouts and Denny and I worked out, too. When he got home from work, David joined the workout. We prepared and ate dinner after that and then sometimes watched a little TV. The older boys performed their colon cleansings and showered from 8 to 9 while Denny and I played games or watched TV with the twins. Around 9, everybody went into training except the twins, who showered and went to bed. We'd had the spectacular experience of de-flowering Bert on Saturday night and then took Sunday afternoon to enjoy the zoo together as a family. When our Sunday night training began, we all went to Denny's basement room, where all of us (even Donny) took a turn at rimming a twitching, gasping, whimpering Danny. Realizing that a virgin top and a virgin bottom had done well together the previous night, we explained carefully to Danny and Donny the technical points they hadn't already experienced and then let Donny top a very willing Danny. Donny had been such an accommodating and enthusiastic bottom, we weren't sure if he would be very excited about topping, but he performed very well. As we'd expected, Danny was a natural-born bottom. He loved it! Donny, whose cock was still developing, was about 6 ½" long and 4 ½" in circumference. Danny seemed to take his brother's appendage with no pain whatsoever (after a good rimming and fingering) and screamed in delight with Donny's fuck-strokes. When Donny came after about 5 minutes, Danny said, "That was fabulous. Who's next?" David, who might or might not be fully grown at 7 ¾" and 5" around, plowed Danny for the next 10 minutes, until Danny came and his ass spasms squeezed the cum out of David. I could tell Donny was a little jealous of his brother, so I gave the cuffs to Donny, who eagerly put them on his wrists. We tied his hands to opposite sides of the headboard with him on his knees. Denny plowed his welcoming ass for about 15 minutes, blasted him with a heavy load of man-cream, and withdrew so I could have a nearly 20-minute turn with him. I fucked him slow and deep, which he dearly loves, before finally picking up the pace to bring us to the end point: a pair of heart-stopping, jizz-throwing ejaculations. Denny It turned out to be a very big week, indeed, for de-flowering virgins as Joel asked us on Monday morning if he could experience what Bert had gotten on Saturday. Since we were at the school locker room, we had Bert and Joel douche and then we all went to the showers where we washed each other in a sensuous menage de quince (if you don't mind a probably mixed up linguistic expression I just invented). We turned Joel towards the wall and spent a long time with one tongue after another between his cute, dimply melons. Eventually we retrieved the lotion from the unassigned locker we used and fingered his reluctant hole for quite a few minutes. By the time his rigid dick was leaking continuously and he was bucking back to meet the middle fingers from three of us, we decided he was ready. Again, we felt the honor should go to his mentor, Randy, who was in 100% agreement with the suggestion. Noting that Joel was very tense when Randy's cockhead kissed his winking rosebud, Darrel dropped down and took Joel's cock into his throat. Immediately, Joel's young sphincter relaxed and the head coach's cockhead vanished into the hot virgin hole. Joel cried out, but I think it was more because he thought it would hurt than because of actual pain. In only a couple of seconds, he shoved his ass back onto the big cock as if he'd been fucked hundreds of times before. It only took one pause midway and Randy was in to the pubes. Both men gasped, moaned, and twitched as the mutual pleasures overwhelmed them. With the first full withdrawal and thrust, Joel cried out, "Oh, God, fuck me!" Which, of course, the football-god did. The pairing was quite athletic. Once a rhythm had been established, Darrel released Joel's cock and moved aside. Seeing Bert's breathing grow ragged while he watched his boss and his co-worker fucking like there was no tomorrow, I stepped behind him and touched his hole with a greased finger. Instantly, he moved his feet to the sides, leaned over a bit, and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them out to his sides, too. I let my finger circle his opening a couple of times and then put it against the wrinkled rosebud. Without me pushing, he relaxed and pushed his ass onto my finger. For a minute, I fingered him, bringing moans out of his lungs. Quickly I added a second finger, then a third. When I tapped his prostate, he barked out an "Ooooh!" "To the wall," I said. With small steps, he waddled to the wall so that my fingers were never pulled out. At the wall, he leaned over and took a half-squat position which pushed his ass back toward me and gave him solid footing. I was surprised at how well he understood sexual positions, but then remembered he undoubtedly studied physiology quite a bit in college. I wasted no time in removing my fingers and replacing them with my eager cock. I had thoroughly enjoyed pounding this former Navy man a couple of days before and looked forward to doing it again. This time I sensed he wanted it hard, so I gave it to him hard, putting all my considerable strength into each punishing thrust. He did not talk throughout the assault on his ass, except to scream out "Fuck!" every time my groin smashed his buns. Later Darrel told me that watching me fucking Bert so forcefully while Randy was long-dicking Joel beside us was one of the hottest sights he'd ever seen. Soon, both bottoms creamed the shower tile as both tops filled their asses. It was good we were alone with all the screaming echoing off the tiles in that shower. When Randy and I pulled out, Darrel asked, "Who wants more?" Quickly and excitedly, Bert and Joel said in unison, "Me!" We all laughed and I said, "Bert, you top Joel while Darrel tops you." "All right!" Bert cried out. He began stroking his half-flaccid dick back to life. "Help him, Joel," I directed. Joel dropped to his knees, opened wide and started sucking like a Hoover. No, like an Electrolux. In a couple of minutes, Bert's cock had returned to steel-like stiffness. Joel stood and faced the wall, squatting and leaning forward to present his ass in its most alluring position. Bert stepped behind him. In moments he was balls deep in the younger assistant while Darrel penetrated his gaping asshole. Later, I told Darrel that was one of the hottest sights I'd ever seen. Even though both assistant coaches had come only a few minutes before, they were soon climbing the ladder to nirvana once again. Darrel, taking a note from me perhaps, pounded Bert without mercy. The force of Darrel's thrusts was transferred through Bert and right into Joel's ass with very little moderation. The three extremely masculine men were lost as individuals, transformed into a train of asses and cocks with nothing on their minds but fucking. It was beautiful! Of course, this intense beauty was creating intense sensations, so it could not last for long. Bert, whose body was collecting sensations from cock and ass both, blew first. Darrel pulled him off Joel as soon as he quit shooting, pulled his swollen cock out of Bert's clutching hole, and rammed it into Joel. Sixty seconds later, he screamed and blasted Joel's insides. Two tugs on Joel's swollen cock brought him off, too, and he again blasted the tile floor. The remainder of the week went much like Monday with Randy, Darrel, and I fucking Joel and Bert repeatedly and Bert occasionally topping Joel. By Friday, we agreed the assistant coaches had successfully learned to submit and needed to begin the dominance part of the training. Danny Friday night, after I took big loads from Denny, Darrel, Donny, and Dave, Darrel told us the coaches would be coming over Saturday night. He explained that we boys would be bottoming for the three coaches. Damn, that thought was so exciting I could hardly sleep that night. Saturday, Dwight and Dwayne had a sleep-over at their friend Andrew's house, so we had the whole house for our party. Donny, Dave, and I dutifully douched and showered by 8:00, when the coaches were due. Darrel and Denny had also showered so all of us were naked in the living room when the knock on the front door came. Donny peaked through the curtain to be sure it was them and then swung the door open. Our three handsome and sexy coaches entered and the door was closed. As they saw we were naked, they all acted just a bit shy, I thought. "Come in, guys," Denny said. "You all know Donny. This is Danny and Dave," he said as he pointed at us in turn. "Boys, this is Randy, Bert, and Joel." That told us we were on a first-name basis with our coaches. "Boys," Darrel instructed. "Undress our guests while we get some beers." Donny stepped up to Randy and began unbuttoning his shirt. Dave started pulling Bert's polo shirt over his head. So, I smiled at the tall, slender Joel and pulled his tee-shirt over his head (with a bit of help because of his height). I think we all enjoyed the body contact between us as the clothes were placed on three of the dining room chairs around the table. By the time the coaches were as naked as we were, there were eight steel-hard dicks waving at each other! I was given a Pepsi while the others (including Donny) were given Miller beers. After a few minutes of impatient chit-chat while we finished our drinks, the sofa was moved out from the wall and we boys were told to sit on the sofa. The coaches stepped in front of us and Darrel said, "Suck!" Each of us slid to the edge and took a coach cock into our mouths. For the next ten minutes we sucked a rotating row of dicks as the coaches and Denny and Darrel moved by in front of us. Eventually, Darrel said, "Okay. That's enough." The cocks were removed from our mouths. We were repositioned by Denny and Darrel so that Dave and Donny had their heads hanging off the arms of the couch and I was lying in the center of the sofa with my head off the front of the cushion and my legs lying against the padded back. For another ten minutes we deep-throated the rotating cocks. I only gagged a few times and managed to enjoy this process more than I had before. I also noticed the groaning was deeper, more intense than before. When Darrel stopped us, he positioned us on our knees on the sofa with our faces toward the back. We could lean on the back of the couch as, of course, our rumps stuck out behind us. "Fuck! What a beautiful sight!" Bert exclaimed. "If you want to fuck these beautiful asses," Darrel called, "get to licking." My cock throbbed as a tongue began to lick and probe my rosebud. As before, the tongues changed repeatedly until my brothers and I were whimpering, wiggling, and dripping. Then we were thoroughly fingered until I was sure I could sit on a fireplug without any pain! All this preparation seemed to take forever, but finally the main event began as Randy pushed his cock into my anus. We were fucked by all five stallions in turn twice. I came when Darrel's familiar cock brushed against my throbbing prostate for the third or fourth time, spewing my load across the back of the leatherette sofa. A few minutes later, Donny creamed the sofa while Randy drove into him. Then Dave added his spunk to the leatherette while Bert pounded him. Our second round of ejaculations came when our studs began unloading inside us. Dave took Joel's seed. Donny took Randy's and Darrel's. And I took Bert's and Denny's. When everyone had recovered a bit, Donny and Dave took Randy and Joel to the basement to shower while Denny, Darrel, and I took Bert upstairs. The showers were sensual but chaste. When we were fresh, we met up in the living room where we had another round of beers along with chips and dip, nuts, and cookies. When the adults had finished a second beer, Denny said to our guests, "We thought you might want to have some uninterrupted time with one of the boys." "That would be nice," Randy responded. "I guess you can make your selection then." The coaches knew the proper order. Randy chose Donny. Bert chose David. And the exceedingly handsome Joel was left with me, though, I appreciated that he didn't act disappointed. Denny took Randy and Donny to the basement while the rest of us went upstairs. David and Bert went to Dave's room and Darrel took Joel and me to his room, then excused himself and closed the door. Joel immediately embraced me and said he was glad he got me as he felt we had about the same amount of experience. He kissed me passionately and sweetly. As our cocks began to rise, I led him to the bed and we sat down, still kissing. We fell back, still kissing, and I thought I could love this guy! I went down on him until he pulled me up and resumed kissing me. Then he rolled me onto my back and went down on me. I didn't expect my dick to get any attention, so I felt really pleased with that. And it felt damn good, too! From my cock, he drifted to my balls, where he spent a few minutes licking and sucking them before moving lower to my well-fucked (but freshly scrubbed!) asshole. Tenderly, his tongue soothed my hole while his hands caressed my buns and my thighs and my belly. Finally, he pulled the tube of lube to him and greased up a couple of fingers. But he didn't put them in me right away. He moved over me scooping my legs into his armpits so when he kissed me again, my legs were held way back beside my head. While his tongue explored my mouth, his greasy fingers explored my hole. Those long fingers quickly located my prostate and spent a long time rubbing and gently tapping it, sending marvelous jolts of sexual electricity through my body. I thought I might cum just from that, but mercifully he stopped just before I did. When at last he entered me, he pushed gently through my body until his bristly pubic hairs tickled my buttocks. He was not as long as Denny, Darrel, or Dave, but was about as thick as Darrel. I felt very stretched and full, but I felt no pain, only intense pleasure. He drove into me in a slow rhythm as he continued to kiss me without end. I groaned into his mouth with each stroke and felt my load rise to a near boil in my groin. Because he was slow and methodical, my sexual level stayed just at that "almost" place for a long while. Although I loved every second on the edge, I gradually became more nervous as I wiggled and whimpered continuously. Finally, his rhythm changed as he began to fuck me with harder and faster strokes. The intensity of his efforts increased gradually but significantly until I had to rip my mouth away from his to be able to call out my joyous "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Being my third orgasm in as many hours, it was not huge in volume, but it was monumental in intensity. I had at least seven shots that seemed to burn my cock as they exploded through it. The jizz burned my body when it struck my cheek, my left pectoral, the middle of my belly, and finally my pubes. My entire body clenched with the intensity of release, bringing Joel into orgasmic bliss along with me. We clutched each other tightly and screamed with each powerful cumshot until finally we were spent. We showered and walked slowly down the stairs to the living room to discover we were the last to return. Later, after the coaches left, Denny took Darrel's hand and led him downstairs, calling "Goodnight" to us over their shoulders. "Wasn't that just the way he did with Mom before?" Donny asked. "Yep," Dave nodded. "It was exactly the look of love and horniness he had with her sometimes." "I wonder what that means," Donny said. "We'll find out eventually, I'd wager," David answered. We locked up, turned out the lights, and went upstairs. I started to go into the room Donny and I shared before we all got caught up in the training. "Would you guys like to sleep with me?" David asked. "I don't really want to be alone." "Yeah," Donny said. "That would be nice," I said. We were all fucked out, so we just cuddled together and chatted for a while. Dave wanted to know how we felt about the training and we agreed it is a very good thing. Donny admitted that he never imagined he would get off on being controlled, but he finds he gets very turned on when dominated by an alpha male like Darrel, Denny, or Randy. David said he liked bottoming, but really loves topping even more. I haven't gotten to top yet, but I do love the feel of a hard cock thrusting into my asshole. It feels spectacular when it hits against my prostate, I said. They agreed. "Which coach is your favorite?" Donny asked. "I liked them all," I said. "Oh, they're all wonderful, but who is your favorite?" "I know," Dave said. "I think Bert is the sexiest man I've seen." He paused. "Well, that's not actually true. Darrel and Dad and Uncle Dalton and Art Vinton are all really hot, too. And there are Clint, Ivan, and Zack from the club at college. But, of the coaches, I think I like Bert the best. He is so completely masculine. He was in the Navy, you know! And I love his mustache." "He's very handsome and nice," I said. "So, is he your favorite, too?" Donny asked. "I don't know," I said. "He's great but so are the others. Randy is even more dominant than Bert, I think. And that turns me on a lot. But Joel is incredibly sexy and, when we were alone at the last, he was very romantic. He doesn't have the most experience, but I loved how he treated me. I could fall in love with him!" "Whoa!" Dave exclaimed. "No talk of falling in love with a man, okay? You're much too young for that. Maybe when you're 20, but not before. Promise me!" I was surprised by his intensity. "Okay," I said. "I didn't really mean that I am falling in love, but just that that's how I would want to be treated by a, uh, lover." "Okay," Dave said. "So, Donny, who's your favorite?" "Like you guys, I like all of them, but for me, it's Randy. Like Danny said, he's so completely manly and dominant. I want more than anything to please a man like that. And I think he was quite pleased with me tonight." "I'm sure he was," Dave said. "Kisses all around. We need to get to sleep." Denny The next week when we drove to the school for the coaches' training, we took Danny with us. We also had Donny stay after practice each morning. That way, Bert and Joel had bottoms handy for their training in dominating a partner. Randy and Bert were obviously naturally dominant and excelled at this portion of the training, although we made sure someone fucked Bert each day, too, just so he wouldn't get rusty at bottoming. Joel was a bit less assertive and found the domination somewhat more difficult, but he took to topping with strong enthusiasm. As a top, Joel was more empathetic with his bottoms and a bit less powerful generally. Darrel and I decided he has a romantic nature and, being younger than the other coaches, he is less comfortable being in charge. We suggested the coaches would be ready to begin training a few boys by the following Monday, so the coaches decided on three of the senior players that needed to be less rebellious. They spoke with each boy privately to determine he was willing to "do anything" to be a stronger player and get his letter jacket. They met privately with the boys' fathers and explained that some of the training methods might be considered inappropriate by some but that the boys would not be hurt and the training would be effective for their physical development and their attitudes, too. Apparently, all the fathers okayed an "unorthodox" training regimen if it would make the sons stronger athletes. Summer was coming to a close. It had been quite a sexy summer with Dave's training complete, Donny's training almost done, and Danny's submission training almost done. The participation of the coaches was not something Darrel or I had anticipated happening but, so far, it was a very interesting development in our family life. Now that we were preparing to embark on training a much larger group of young men, the future was a more uncharted territory than we had experienced previously. As I was thinking about all this, I couldn't help but grin as I realized there were still a lot of virgins who needed to be brought into their manhood. And Darrel and I with considerable help from the three coaches would be ready to give our all to the task!