Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2019 14:19:22 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 29 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 29 David Being quite busy as a freshman at UNCA and a pledge at the club, I didn't get to come home after school started until October 23 (a Thursday) when my Friday classes were cancelled for some reason. I arrived at home in time for hugs all around before supper. Even though I had had a lot of hugs and kisses (not to mention sucks and fucks) since I'd been gone, the ones from Dad, Uncle Darrell, and my brothers were simply the best! I'd missed them tremendously and I think they'd all missed me, too. The "Group," as it was usually called, was a magnificent bunch of guys who really bonded tightly over much more than just sex. Given that my family was so sexual, for me it just seemed like a new family and it helped me deal with the separation from the Cooper farmstead. In the fall of 1969, there were only eight guys who were current group members when summer ended. To grow the group a bit more, the old members had selected six newbies, who were called pledges, and I was one of them (no surprise if you've been paying attention to this story). Our pledge master was a great guy named Gale Lomax, from Johnson City, Tennessee, which was an hour north of Asheville just as Greenville was an hour south. Gale was a junior music major and a kind, sweet soul. It was weird because I already knew everything he was trying to teach us about man-on-man sexuality. Since pledges are supposed to bottom for the current members and alumni who visit us, there was a lot of emphasis on that. But since it was almost a one-to-one ratio, we spent quite a bit of time topping other pledges, too. I'll admit, I loved taking those manly studs however they wanted to do it. But I loved it even more when I was alone with my pledge-mate Miller, a really wonderful guy I was paired with. His last name was Atherton and he was almost two years older than me, but just a year ahead of me in school. He hadn't flunked; it was that his birthday was in December so he was older when he started to school. He was from Wilmington, on the Carolina coast. We took to each other quickly, even though we both felt more like tops than bottoms. He identified as gay without making a big deal about it. Gale reminded him that most of the guys do not identify that way, but just like gay sex. Go figure! I think most of them are being a little less than completely honest, but, actually, I don't really care as long as they will kiss, suck, rim, and fuck. Everyone is willing to do all those things, so I'm happy. Miller and I are roommates and sort of lovers, but he understands it will not last forever because I'm more straight than that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm being completely honest with myself, but I think there's time to figure that out and, in the meantime, does it matter so much? Miller and I do love each other and we have a wonderful time together, whether our cocks are out or not! Miller's cock is very nearly the same length as mine (I win by a pubic hair!) but he is noticeably thicker. Bottoming for Miller is a lot like bottoming for Denny or Darrel and keeps me open and relaxed down there. Anyhow, I jumped back into this story because I wanted to share a bit about the holidays that year. Miller came home with me on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Being the new guy to the family, he spent a lot of time with either Denny's or Darrel's cock in his asshole. They all had a great time together. Miller also topped Donny and Danny, much to their enjoyment. Danny seemed to especially enjoy the feel of Miller's beard when my guy was eating him out. On Thanksgiving morning, Miller and I had breakfast with the whole clan, exchanged a last round of hugs and kisses, and then climbed into his Wrangler to drive to Wilmington to spend a day and night with his family. Miller's mother was a raven-haired beauty, even though she was several years older than Dad. She had a knock-out body and seemed to favor cleavage-revealing plunging necklines that showed off her quite ample bosoms. She might be over 40, but she definitely had a sexy way about her and I had to remind myself she was a married woman and also Miller's mother, so I wouldn't imagine getting her in the sack. Miller's father was a handsome man even hairier than him. He was several years older than Mrs. Atherton, but was still in good shape and had a nice salt-and-pepper beard. I imagined Miller would look a lot like him in 25 years. I found myself attracted to Mr. Atherton both as a kind father of my friend and also as a possible sexual partner. His parents knew Miller was gay and were very accepting of that. They were both very happy to meet me and treated me like their son's spouse, I guess. The four of us joined Mrs. Atherton's parents and a brother (Uncle Toby), his wife Miranda, and his daughters Charlotte (17) and Cathy (14) for a late afternoon dinner with all the trimmings. I could tell his cousins idolized Miller, although Charlotte paid a lot of attention to me that seemed to verge on flirting. Truth be told, I would have enjoyed spending some time alone with the pretty Charlotte had I not been with my main man. We drove back to Asheville on Friday so we could be present for the weekend parties. That weekend many of the group members had gone out of town for the holiday so we just had about 10 guys to entertain on Friday night and a dozen on Saturday. Over Christmas, Miller and I spent the week before the holiday in Wilmington, driving to Greenville on Christmas day after attending a morning church service and having the big family Christmas dinner. We arrived at our farm about 8:15 p.m. and enjoyed the remnants of the Cooper dinner before joining Denny, Donny, and Danny in the basement bedroom. Darrel was with the twins that night. The next afternoon Grandmother and Grandfather arrived to spend a couple of days with us. We exchanged gifts with them and did a lot of chatting. Grandmother cooked up some really good food so we all pigged out until we were almost sick. Both of the older generation were very, very nice to Miller, welcoming him to the family as though we'd just gotten married. I was very grateful for the huge amount of acceptance their enthusiastic welcome showed me. I know I'm not going to make a life-long commitment to Miller, as wonderful (and sexy, oh my!) as he is. I guess they're just keeping open the possibility that I might swing that way completely at some point. Miller and I spent two nights with Dwight and Dwayne that week. We were forbidden from fucking them, but encouraged to allow the boys to suck us, which we did. They were very excited to be with us and gave us passable BJs, in spite of some gagging and a couple of unfortunate teeth scrapes. They did prove to be excellent kissers and very eager to please. On the second night together, they begged us to let them see us fuck so I demonstrated rimming to them before I plowed Miller into the mattress, accompanied by the sounds of his moans and whimpers along with the twins gasps and sighs. They both got strong erections as they watched us mate, but they did not ejaculate. Although Miller and I were accustomed to having sex in front of others, it did seem a little unusual to have sex in front of guys who were not able to cum. We returned to Asheville for the New Years Eve party given by the group at Alvin's rented house. As we made the short drive up U.S. 25 toward Asheville, Miller and I had a bit of serious conversation. I looked at him for a long moment and said, "Even as great as it was to be with the Coopers for a while, I realize I was visiting instead of living there. I don't know what lies ahead for me in my life, but it's taken a new road that I think I have to travel without the family." Miller squeezed my hand and said, "I hope I will always be somewhere along that road." "I have a similar hope, babe." "Maybe we can be a rest stop on each other's road through life," he smiled. I liked that idea and leaned across the gear shift to give him a kiss on the cheek. Darrel In an unusual event, Denny and I found ourselves alone one day shortly after Christmas. It was his day off, Mom and Dad left for Tampa right after breakfast, and the boys, including Dave and Miller, went to lunch and then to see a movie. The "old ones" had several hours just to ourselves. Denny surprised me by opening beers right after we finished the turkey sandwiches I'd put together for our lunch. He handed me one and, taking me by the hand, he led me into the living room and pulled me down onto the sofa beside him. "What's up with you?" I asked, nervous at his serious demeanor. "I wanted to talk with you while we have some privacy." "Okay," I nodded. "Go for it." He took a deep breath, which increased my anxiety a bit. He turned toward me and as our eyes met, I thought I saw fear in his. "Um, you've been here for more than six months now." Was he going to ask me to leave? "Yes, almost seven, I think." "You saved this family, Darrel. You did." "I don't know." "No. You really did. I was a complete basket case and the boys were all hurting and, I think, scared. Even David didn't know how to handle it. And there wasn't anyone else to turn to. If you had not come, I don't ... know ... well, if it weren't for you ..." Was he unsure how to tell me whatever he wanted to say? Was he overcome with emotion? "Hey, Denny, you and your boys saved me, too." We looked deeply at each other and tears filled his eyes. He was really starting to scare me. Denny released my hand and touched my cheek so softly I could barely feel his touch. The tears started flowing down his cheeks. "I ... love you so much!" Before I could process his words and respond, he fell into my arms, almost making me drop my beer, and hugged me as tight as he could. As we hugged, I tried to analyze his declaration of love. I'd never questioned that he loved me, but I did question the nature of that love. I needed to know if we were going to be very close brothers or something more intimate. I rubbed his back as we clung together. "I love you, too, big brother," I said. In my arms he stiffened and I felt him sob a few times. After a couple of minutes, he pushed us apart. Locking our eyes, he said, "No, not that way." Now I was confused. "What?" "Oh, baby, I'm trying to tell you that I love you different." "Different?" "Fuck, Darrel," he said in exasperation. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" "I think you do." He took another deep breath and spoke deliberately. "Okay. Since you've been here every day and we've been training our sons, I've slowly realized that I love you much more than as my brother. I have fallen in love with you, baby." I burst into a huge grin. Encouraged by my response, he continued, "I cannot imagine living without you in our family, in our life, and in my bed and my heart." I noticed my eyesight was blurred by my own tears. I was looking at my dreams coming true in that instant. I touched a lock of his hair that had fallen across his forehead. Unable to speak, I just nodded and grinned. As the tears started flowing down my cheeks, he kissed me with immense and gentle love as we cried into each other for a moment. Finally, we broke our clench and I was able to speak again. "Oh, damn, babe, you had me worried. I love you, too, more than as my brother or even as my lover. I've felt our lives growing together ever since I got here. I don't ever want to leave you or your boys." He grinned and wiped his eyes. "They're our boys, hon. They worship you!" That big lump appeared in my throat again. "So," he said, "are we partners?" "Yes!" I hollered. "I love you! I'll never leave you!" "You've made me very happy, hon." "I'll always try to make you happy, babe." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. He leaned in for another wonderful and loving kiss. This kiss had a more, shall we say, probing type of love to it and in a flash we were eating each other's mouths like there would be no tomorrow! It was a very hot kiss and soon we were tugging our clothes off. Before I knew what happened, we had swiveled around on the sofa and morphed into a 69 with me on my back and him above me. When he moved off my cock and began nibbling on my balls and my taint, I knew what he was going for, and I was eager to give myself completely to this wonderful man, who already had my heart. After rimming me for a while, he pulled his cock out of my throat and turned until his body was parallel to mine, he lifted my legs and entered me. With only his spit on my sphincter and my spit on his rigid cock, the entry was a bit more challenging than usual. I'm sure he saw that in my face and he held still until my ass had adjusted to his size. "Make love to me, babe!" I cried. He pulled back and then drove into me in one long, smooth plunge as my body welcomed him into me. Soon he repositioned us slightly so he could lean over me and we could kiss again. His tongue entered me, too, and I had the joy of receiving him at both ends at once. Gradually, my need to release grew as he took me higher with each luscious lunge of his big love-spear. Crushed between our heaving bellies, my erection dribbled an unending flow of precum onto our abs, filling my navel and the valleys between my muscles, and eventually running off my sides onto the vinyl upholstery. We both moaned into our kiss as our nerves brought us more and more sensations. When I thought I could bear it no more at this slow pace, he seemed to pick up my thought. Imperceptibly he added speed to his thrusts as his cock raked my prostate with fervor on every downstroke. Our moans grew louder, his thrusts grew stronger, my cock tingled and throbbed, our bellies rubbed together sensuously. He pounded me. His cock swelled within me. I felt the slap of my balls against the base of my cock. I felt the burning heat within my cock as the hot spunk raced through my dick. He pulled his mouth off mine and we both screamed. And then he was shooting into my ass. And then I was shooting between our bodies. We shot huge wads simultaneously until finally we were spent. "I love you," I said as he stared down at me. He smiled and nodded. "I love you, too!" He kissed me lightly. "Shower?" I grinned and nodded. We both groaned at the sensations as he pulled his still formidable dick from my clutching love-chute. "Stay here," he said as he climbed off me. He disappeared for a few seconds and returned with a wad of paper towels, which he used to wipe off our abdomens. "Damn, babe," he grinned. "I've never seen you shoot so much." "I've never had my partner's cock in me before either." I smirked. "Good point," he grinned as he helped me up off the sofa. In the shower he mounted me again for a while, but neither of us came. Then we crawled into bed and he asked me to make love to him. I took my time with preparing his ass. After all, I knew he had not bottomed for a couple of months since I was the only one he invited to top him. I enjoyed thoroughly licking his tight hole, working my tongue into the heart of the rosebud and making love to it as tenderly as possible. When I got to the lubing stage, I worked my fingers in as deep as they could go, probing and pulling gently but firmly to force the stubborn muscle to relax. I massaged his prostate for a long time as his cock leaked profusely and bounced on his abs. I noticed that his moans grew louder and his body jerked and shuddered more and more as I worked him. When I could tell he was about to go berserk with need, I removed my fingers slowly and quickly replaced them with the head of my cock. I nestled it in the open space where my fingers had been and leaned my weight forward. Denny grunted as his sphincter relaxed to allow my cock to enter this most intimate place. I could see on his face that Denny was enraptured and feeling no discomfort from my entry so I pushed slowly but relentlessly into his body until I could go no further. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "I forgot how thick you are!" "The more to love you with," I mumbled. "Love me deep, honey." That was probably as near "please fuck me" as I would ever hear from my manly man! I loved him 8 inches deep a thousand times over the next half hour before we finally came, Denny first with me following a few seconds later. I'd had lots and lots of fantastic orgasms over the past seven months, but none as emotionally satisfying as this one. Dwight Dwayne and I started getting pimples around Thanksgiving and had some voice changes soon after that. We noticed we were getting some fuzz under our arms and above our dicks, too. We were very excited when we started easily getting hard, but it was a few weeks before we were actually able to cum when we jerked ourselves. Seeing David and Miller having sex was quite a lesson in man-on-man sexuality and made us even more eager to begin our training in earnest. Dwayne had his first orgasm in mid-January when he was sucking Denny and I started sucking him. We were all surprised when his cock started shooting off in my mouth. He didn't shoot a lot of spunk and it seemed rather watery and mild-tasting compared with everyone else's spunk. But he was overwhelmed with the feelings he got as his cock shot. I learned what he had felt a few days later when I had my first ejaculation when he sucked me one night when we were alone. After that, we sucked each other almost every morning and night, whether we were with Denny or Darrel or alone. After we had proven to Denny and Darrel that we had reached puberty, we began pressing them to put us into full training. One night when we were with Denny, he responded a bit sharply when we asked for training. "Look, you two, the answer is still no. Sort of." "Huh?" Dwayne asked. "You've been getting some training for months now." "We have?" I asked. "Yes! The first part of the training is about giving your partner pleasure with your hands. The second part is about giving a good blowjob. You guys have already been doing those." "Oh!" Dwayne exclaimed. "There's still some things you can learn about BJs, but we need to take it slow." "Why?" Dwayne whined. I could tell Denny was getting a little exasperated. He sighed. "Because you need to grow a little more." "But we've hit puberty!" Dwayne continued. "Yes. But I'm talking about your body size. You see how long my cock is when it's hard?" "Yeah," Dwayne said as I nodded. "Well, look at your brother's head." We looked at each other. "My cock is too long to go all the way into your mouths because your mouths aren't full grown yet. We have to let you get a little bigger before you can take one of these all the way." Obviously, he was right about that. "And the same goes for getting it in your ass. I think you need to be bigger before you take a big cock." "Okay, I understand," Dwayne conceded. "But all cocks aren't as big as you." Denny grinned. "No, mine is larger than most." "So, we could learn on smaller cocks first?" Dwayne asked. Denny poked him in the chest. "You are a very tough negotiator, young man." Dwayne and I both laughed. "I'll think about it and talk with Darrel. Now, get down there and suck on it!" Denny "The twins are really anxious to get their training started," I said to Darrel after all the boys had left for school one morning. We were sitting on the couch enjoying our second cups of coffee and the serenity of the quiet morning. "I know," he said, "but we agreed they're still too small physically for much." "Yes. But they are really pressing me. Dwayne pointed out that there are smaller cocks than ours they could learn on." Darrel laughed. "Sort of like training wheels on their bikes?" I giggled, too. "Yeah, something like that. But he is right, you know." "Yeah." Darrel thought for a moment. "Maybe ..." When he didn't finish his thought, I said, "Yes?" "I was just thinking. Maybe we could get a small dildo and see how that works for them. That way we wouldn't have any issues if it was too much. We'll tell them that until they can manage the dildo in comfort, they can't go forward with their training." "That's a good idea, babe." Darrel sipped his coffee. "Are you busy today?" he asked. "Nope. I just need to get some sleep tonight since I go in tomorrow. Do you have something in mind?" I caressed his thigh lasciviously. "Well, there's always making love on my mind these days." "Umm," I said and moved my hand higher. He surprised me by stopping my hand, holding it firmly on his thigh. "What?" "Let's have some fun first," he suggested with a laugh. "Jumping your bones would be fun," I pointed out to no avail. "You can jump my bones all you want later, but first let's go shopping." "Shopping? For what?" "Why, the dildo, of course." An hour later, Darrel pulled behind a nondescript building off Washington Avenue into a gravel parking lot with only one other car parked there. "I was hoping it would not be busy," Darrel remarked. "At ten o'clock on a Wednesday?" I said with a snide "what-were-you-thinking" tone of voice. "You never know. Guys get horny at all times of day." "Don't I know it!" I whined as I ran my hand up his thigh. He grinned at me. "Later, I said." "Okay. But we could try out one of their video arcades together." "You're a horny bastard today!" "It's all your fault for being so gol-durned gorgeous and sexy." "Just hold that thought," he said and killed the engine. As he popped open his door, he said, "Remember, you are the alpha male here." I grinned. "Then why don't I get my way?" "Cause when it comes to our loving relationship, you and I are both alphas." "Sigh. I must have been really horny when I agreed to that!" He laughed and got out. I followed suit and we crunched across the lot to the plain door with the sign informing us that people under 21 were not allowed inside. Darrel pulled the door open and I strode purposefully into the bright room. An older man sat at the counter reading the morning Atlanta Constitution. He glanced up and stared at me with a somewhat confused expression, like he wasn't sure if he knew me. When he saw Darrel behind me, he sat up straighter and grinned slightly. As Darrel had instructed me, I walked up to the counter while he stood quietly behind me. The clerk seemed unsure of himself for a moment before something seemed to snap in his brain. He took one last look at Darrel and then focused on me. "May I help you, sir?" he asked quietly. In my best no-nonsense voice I said, "Yes. I need a dildo." Without thinking, his brows popped up slightly in surprise. "S-sure. We have quite a few to choose from." He waved vaguely at the wall behind him where a display case held a couple of dozen rubber dicks in a variety of sizes, styles, and colors. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" "It's for training purposes." The clerk's eyebrows jumped again. Involuntarily his eyes flitted to Darrel and back to me. I stared at him blankly. After a moment, he spoke again. "May I ask, sir, is the training of an, uh, advanced nature?" "No. Novices." "Novices. I see." "They are small in stature." "Oh." He looked behind him, then opened the case and withdrew a slender model that was not over 6" long. Laying it on the counter in front of me, he said, "Something like this perhaps?" I reached out toward it. "May I?" "Be my guest." I picked it up. It was actually rather cute with a tiny ballsac attached to the dong. "It's 5 ½" in length," he said quietly. "Thickness?" I asked. "Oh, uh, 1" thick, about 3 ¼ circumference." I held it in front of Darrel. "Do you think this is good for the twins?" I asked him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the clerk wince. "Yes, sir!" Darrel barked obediently. I almost laughed at Darrel's submissiveness. I composed myself before I looked back at the clerk, whose eyes were like saucers and who flicked his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other to pick up drops of drool before they got out of control. His complexion was a shade darker, though I didn't know if it was because I mentioned twins or because of Darrel's submissiveness to me. Finally he looked me in the eye. "I'll take it." "Yes, of course, sir." He punched into the cash register and said, "That's $10.29, please." "Pay the man!" "Yes, sir!" Darrel answered loudly. He handed the clerk a ten and a one. I spun on my heels and walked out the door without looking back. When Darrel came out a minute later, he had a huge grin on his face. When he got to the car, he leaned across the roof at me. "That was too funny!" He opened his door, tossed the small bag into the back seat, and got in. Leaning across the seat, he pulled up the lock on the passenger door and I climbed in. "I just love old Gus!" he laughed. "He's such a horn-dog and naïve all at the same time." "What happened after I left?" Darrel stopped the car at a traffic light. "He just stared at me for a second and then handed me the change. `Your, uh ...' he said. `My master,' I said. `He's incredibly butch, isn't he?' he asked. `Always in charge,' I said. `I can imagine,' he said as he licked his lip. `Yes, but he takes good care of all of us,' I said. `Uh, how many of you?' he asked with a sort of gasp. `Six,' I said. `Well, five now. The one you've seen before has gone off to college.' He paused for a moment and then sighed. `Pity,' he said." By this time I was laughing fairly hard as I imagined the look on the old guy's face. The light changed and we drove on. "Just as he handed me the sack with the dildo in it, he asked, `The twins?' I nodded. `Our twelve-year-olds,' I said. Gus gasped and turned red. His hand fluttered between us and his mouth fell open a little. I saw the drool form at the corner of his mouth. I glanced nervously at the door and then said quietly, `I have to go.' `Of course,' he said. `Thank you,' I said and walked out. I was about to burst out laughing so had to get out of there." I laughed some more. "I can see why you enjoyed that. I did also." "And we got what we needed, too," Darrel said. Twenty minutes later, Darrel undressed us both and pushed me onto our bed. With a big grin, he pulled something out of the bag from the adult store. He climbed aboard and began enthusiastically Frenching me. "I love you, Denny!" he said, but cut off my reply with his lips and tongue. He began playing with my cock, which naturally grew bigger and stronger with each heartbeat. Then I felt something against the base of my shaft, so I broke the exciting kiss to find out what was happening. "What are you doing to me, hon?" "I'm giving you a late Christmas present." He rolled off me and held up my cock. I raised up to see it better. There around the base was a black leather cock ring with metal studs all around. "Fuck," I laughed, "that's awesome!" "If it ever goes missing," Darrel smirked, "I'm sure we'll find it in Donny's possession!" I laughed heartily and kissed the man of my dreams. We spent over an hour with cocks in mouths and asses until each of us had planted a deposit of our DNA 8" deep in a prime butthole. I'd never been too fond of bottoming, but when Darrel was making love to me I was beginning to love it. Life was good and getting better!