Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2019 14:30:29 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 32 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 32 Dwight In the summer of 1971, just prior to our 14th birthday, we were judged big enough to take Donny's cock, too. By this time, Dwayne and I had passed 5'8" and weighed about 110 pounds. Our own cocks had grown to be almost 5 and ¾" long and about 4 and ½" around. Danny had grown to be 7" long and 5" around. Donny was about a quarter of inch longer and just a bit thicker. So that summer, when Donny was home from UNCA after his freshman year, we had two big brothers to satisfy. We were very happy to have this opportunity to be intimate with them. This was also the summer before our freshman year at GSHS. Dwayne and I had realized at least a year earlier that we had no interest in girls but a very big interest in boys. We loved the feel of a hard-muscled body against ours and we loved cocks, no matter what size they were. Now that we were allowed somewhat larger cocks, we could be with a few of the trainees during the spring of our freshman year. That certainly increased our fun on those weekend nights when one or two trainees slept at our house. Our 15th birthday, which was August 31, 1972, was an important day for us because Darrel and Denny decided we were big enough to take their dicks in our assholes. We were 5'11" and about 125 pounds with dicks that stretched 6 ¼" long and about 4 ¾" around. That night we had a private party with just us, Danny, and them, Donny having already returned to college. Denny, who measures 7 ¾" by 5 ¼", wasn't too much of a stretch beyond the cocks we were regularly taking (Danny and a couple of the athletes) and feeling him slide into me was a moment I will never forget. He had such a look of love and concern on his face that I felt his rigid cock was just his way of telling me how much he wants to be close to me. He gently thrust into me for a few minutes as I moaned and gasped from the physical sensations and emotional responses I was having. He put me on my back so he could look into my eyes and we locked our gaze for a very long time. Finally, I urged him on. "Harder, Denny. Please." He grinned and immediately added some power to his thrusts, moaning with each one. Soon after, he picked up his pace, too. My cock was as hard and big as it had ever been, drooling cock juice almost continuously after he began pounding me. "Oh, fuck!" I cried as my cock exploded with my young seed. The feelings were awesome and wonderful. My ass squeezes sent Denny over the top and soon he was yelping with joy as his cock blasted my hole with his big load. Afterwards, Denny leaned further onto me so we could kiss deeply for several minutes. It was a very hot moment! Beside us, Danny was crying out as he filled Dwayne's butt with his hot spunk. We all took a break for tall glasses of iced tea and then Denny gave Dwayne a loving fuck similar to the one he'd given me a few minutes before. And now I had the privilege of giving my hole to the biggest cock in our household: Darrel. I was familiar with his beautiful cock in my throat, where I could take it all the way, but only with a lot of effort. He was 8 and 1/3" long and almost 5 ½" in circumference. After the great reaming I'd already gotten from Denny, the extra length and thickness turned out to be noticeable, but not overly painful. As he bottomed out in his insertion, I breathed a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Then I smiled at him and said, "Please fuck me, Darrel." He grinned, kissed me gently, and then slid out. It felt like I was taking the biggest dump of my life! "O-o-oh!" I cried. When he was almost gone, he quit moving and smiled down at me. I looked at his handsome face, his beautiful furry abdominals, his massive pecs and wide shoulders. I pinched one tit and he giggled, then drove back into me. "A-a-a-ah!" I moaned as his hard meat filled my clutching hole again. When he was all the way into me, he paused and whispered, "Squeeze my cock, babe." I had learned to squeeze thinner cocks, but his thickness presented a challenge. I gathered my energy and willed my ass to squeeze. For the muscles to come from their very relaxed mode into an active squeeze took a couple of seconds, but soon the muscles complied with my request. "Uhn!" I cried. "Good," Darrel cooed. He pulled slowly out and then plunged back in, holding deep. He nodded and I squeezed. "Uhn!" "Yeah," he nodded. We began a most amazing rhythm of thrusts and squeezes for several minutes in which he waited at the end of his strokes for my squeeze before he moved again. Then he turned me over onto my knees and drove back into me in one quick push. Not waiting for a squeeze, he pulled back only to plunge right back into me. For several minutes he pounded my stretched asshole as his power and pace both picked up. My cock dripped onto the sheets below me and I began to wail from the unbelievable sensations he was creating within me. As his great cock stroked across my prostate repeatedly, the build-up of need and energy took me to the edge of orgasm, where I perched for several seconds, knowing that I was going to blow or die and waiting impatiently for either to happen. My balls snapped up and the feeling of release began. I screamed! My boycum raced through my cock and sprayed out of the opening, wetting the sheets below me with my sticky spunk tossed out as I screamed. Darrel paused as I came. When I was finished he began pulling back again. He pushed me down into the mess on the sheets and pounded me into the mattress for a couple of minutes, groaning in his deep voice as I howled in my higher pitch. Oh, he fucked me so good! When I thought my entire inside was being destroyed by his huge, hard battering ram, he finally swelled within me to an even greater thickness. How could my ass survive his huge, throbbing cock? He jammed so deep into me I thought I would die and then he began to surge heavy blobs of cum into me. It seemed to go on for an hour as his cumshots blasted my asshole, filling me and making me feel sticky and wet deep inside. "I love you, baby!" he cried as the first shot entered me and then he devolved into a series of groans that punctuated each blast of fresh mancum. As I lay beneath his heavy body, my ass full of cock and cum, my belly covered in my own cum from the sheets, I knew I had been completely and thoroughly fucked. If my asshole has survived, I thought, I want to get fucked by big cocks as often as possible. Darrel's breathing gradually calmed to a more normal state and he took his weight off me onto his own knees and arms, but he still lay against my back and he still left his throbbing cock deep in me. He kissed me on the ear. "Are you okay, little one?" "Oh, God, yes!" I said. "That was so wonderful!" He chuckled into my ear. "I think you were ready." "Very ready," I giggled. "You can fuck me any time you want." Daniel I had all the sex I wanted through high school without ever needing to jack off. I'll admit I was the luckiest gay boy ever! Because of Darrel and Denny's strong libidos, I either gave a BJ or got my butt plowed most every day. And whenever I wanted I could top a twin, but frankly, once they were big enough to take the athletes and the parents, I sort of voluntarily dropped out of the topman position. Still, I would top each of them on occasion for three reasons. One, they loved bottoming at least as much as I did. Two, it was obvious to me that when I would fuck one of them, our relationship was deepened. Three, I really loved them, so it was nice making love when I got to be with them. My training started in August of 1969 when I was a few months past my 15th birthday as I was going into my sophomore year. Within a few months, I was brought into the training of the school's athletes when they went from the submissive part of the training to the dominant part. At first the guys were all older than me, so it sort of fit that I would bottom for them. But after a year or two, I was sometimes older and still bottomed since that's my preference and the coaches, Darrel, Denny, and Principal Ferguson were all glad to top the boys. Since I was truly gay, I had a little bit of difficulty keeping my emotions out of my sexual encounters with the guys. For most of them, it was just exciting sex and was what they did to become top athletes. For me, it was who I was and I had a much larger emotional commitment to sex with a guy. In the first year, I got a major crush on Kevin Morrison, who was 5'10" of brown-haired, brown-eyed hotness. He was a guard in football and a middleweight wrestler. He looked incredibly sexy in the wrestler's singlet and I loved to go to the meets and cheer him on. He would often spot me in the crowd and give me a sexy wink of recognition which would make my ass twitch and my cock drool every time. Although he identified as a straight boy and was quite good-looking and (did I mention?) sexy, he didn't date much, finally going with Holly Jameson for a while in his senior year. He always treated me special and loved to kiss me when he was doing me. He didn't care about getting me off, but he was respectful and loving anyhow. His dick wasn't overly big, but he certainly put a lot of power into his thrusts and could usually be ready to go again about 15 minutes after shooting. After Kevin graduated, I had a pretty emotional connection with Chase Meloni, another dark-haired, brown-eyed boy who was a slender 5'10". He was a running back and, again, a middleweight wrestler. So the year after Kevin, I was always rooting for Chase. Chase wasn't the handsomest guy in school, but he was one of the funniest. He always had me laughing, often even cracking jokes when he was pounding my ass. ("Do you think I'm going to strike oil?" "Oh, baby, you're tighter than the enamel on my teeth!" Or one of my favorites: "Hi, I'm Chase." Thrust, thrust. "What's your name?") With Kevin and Chase, I cared about them, had a crush on them, maybe even loved them a little bit, but I understood completely that they were temporary in my life and that we would not be together in a long-term sense or even in a deep sense. I think those two "relationships" prepared me well for the kinds of relationships I would be forming in college. Just as was true with David and Donald, I had so much sex at home and at school that joining the Group in Asheville was no big strain on my capabilities. My pledge year with the Group was when we officially became the Deputy Boys. Being one of the Boys was perfect for me because I continued my sexual activity level at nearly the level it had been in high school. David and Donald were both members my freshman year, but David graduated that year so in my sophomore year it was just Donald and me. Then, when I was a senior, the twins came into the group. They were huge hits to the membership because they were beautiful and there were twice as many of them and they were the best bottoms we'd probably ever inducted. Dwight In the spring of 1973, Dwayne and I were allowed to attend the graduation party for the athletes who had been through the training. We'd outgrown the argument that we were too small since we were half an inch over six feet tall and weighed about 135 pounds by this point. We were skinny, but we had been working out, too, and that was paying off. Neither of us was interested in football, but we were forced by our height to go out for basketball. That was okay, but we were more interested in tennis and were quite noticeable since we preferred doubles to singles. Photos of us in our tight tennis shorts were popular amongst the girls at school as well as the athletes who knew us more intimately than those random girls ever would. That graduation party was held at the Downtown Health Club and we got to meet the hot trio of owners: Curt, Pablo, and Tony. And we got to spend a lot of time in the two slings they had there. To be honest, I didn't care too much for the sling because I like using my hands when I'm bottoming. You know, rubbing my top's flexing glutes and his washboard abs, maybe pinching his nipples or even caressing his chin. I also felt a little uncomfortable being held in the same position for an hour and a half. I actually preferred using some of the workout equipment such as the bench for bench pressing or the incline boards. But being a center of attention for our three horny coaches, the Coopers, the owners, and about 15 athletes was great. I lost track of how many cocks I entertained that night or of how many loads I took, but it had to be a personal record. The interesting thing was that I had been topped previously by the coaches, the Coopers, and all the athletes on multiple occasions for several years. But these were my first encounters with the owners of the gym. I was especially excited when Pedro came to me with his dark Cuban good looks and his 7+ inch cock. He was quite taken with the fact that there were two of me, so to speak, and kept going from one to the other of us. I loved how excited he was and how powerful his thrusts were, pounding my prostate into powder! That was for sure the hottest time Dwayne and I had seen and I had three spontaneous orgasms while in the sling and one more while being gangbanged on the incline board. Whoa, baby! As a result of that party, I spoke with Pedro about the possibility of working at his clinic and did land a position as a sort of gofer in the office that summer. Also as a result of the party, Dwayne got a job working at the Greenville PD doing some processing of complaints and typing up statements from the various cops regarding the suspects and such. He found it fascinating to try to figure out why people make the choices to commit crimes. That experience was one of the main factors that led him into psychology as a career path. Of course, we had free passes to the gym and frequently stayed after closing to provide some special services to the owners. We loved those times because it was just us and the three beautiful, sexy older men who owned the facility. Actually, there was a fourth guy many times. Shortly after the graduation party, they hired Christopher Logan to work as a personal trainer. He had been one of the first guys taken into the "Marine Approach" training, but that was before we were old enough to participate. We had actually bottomed for him at home once or twice later as he was in Donny's class at school and did spend a few sexy weekends at our house. I thought he was gorgeous with his longish light blonde hair and medium blue eyes. He was actually shorter than us by maybe an inch, although we seemed tied at about 6 ½" in the cock department. He had a steady girlfriend named Anna Hellerman, who was quite pretty and quite nice, but Chris told us he was sure he liked both girls and guys. Though he loved Anna, he said he always wanted to have some men in his life, too. He preferred to be the top man, but wasn't opposed to bottoming sometimes. After hours at the gym, he usually bottomed for the owners and then topped one of us for dessert. I liked Chris and thought he would probably make a good Deputy Boy, but he was attending Furman University in Greenville. By the time of our junior year, when we were "Sweet 16", the Marine Approach had become a sort of open secret amongst the athletes in the school. Kids coming up knew the school had an amazing reputation for producing top athletes in many sports and, if they wanted to be great athletes, they would ask questions and eventually get a vague answer, such as, "You have to be willing to do anything the coach asks you to do. Anything. Think about what that means. Anything." A quick hand motion mimicking sucking cock would often be the explanation for what "anything" meant. Since the average healthy male between the ages of 15 and 18 requires a sexual release a couple of times a day, to a man they were intrigued. Further inquiries would let the younger athletes know that getting the training was not just servicing others, but it was being well serviced, too. Also, the fact that all the top athletes for the last few years (so all the current stars in football, basketball, and wrestling, especially) had been trained in this way took most of the stigma out of the homosexual aspects of the program. By 1973, boys were volunteering for the training not just because they wanted to be great athletes but also because they wanted to learn about and enjoy the sex! Dwayne and I were only too happy to participate and we became highly popular amongst the team members of all the sports, even those who did not get the training. One of the latter was a kid named Jason Griffin, who was in our class from the freshman year. He was in my art class in the fall of 1973 and he was a so-so basketball player who had not shown enough promise to be brought into the program. One day right after school started, he asked me if I would be willing to help him with the training on a private basis. He was another cute blonde so I was interested. After some frank discussions, Dwayne and I took him on as our personal project and began putting him through paces at the Downtown Health Club in the evenings. That included after hours training in sucking cock, douching, yielding, submitting, and eventually topping and dominating. We pulled outside resources in, such as Chris and occasionally one of the owners to broaden Jason's experience. By the time basketball season started in January, Jason began showing so much improvement, Coach Kern, the head basketball coach, asked him what had happened. He told Joel the truth and Dwayne and I got a lot of brownie points with Joel. Joel was a hot 25-year-old at this time and had been trained in the initial group. I learned from reading Darrel's earlier entries in this story that he was quite reluctant at first. By the time we were juniors, he was an enthusiastic connoisseur of young jock ass and did love training his boys. After our success with Jason, Joel thought we walked on water and we got to visit his office after school for special deep massages (wink-wink) a couple of times a week. Often he would invite Bert to join us so we would get to experience both coaches' fine topping techniques. I think Dwayne had a special crush on Joel, which was somewhat mutual. Dwayne was knocked down onto his left knee in a basketball game our junior year. There was significant damage which led to Dwayne having surgery and being out of commission for several months as he did physical therapy to regain his strength and agility. Luckily, he made a full recovery though his range of motion is slightly less than before. Joel was so concerned about him during this time that he almost became a nuisance. Once Dwayne was ready for sex, Joel started visiting him as often as possible. They had a very sweet but limited affair that lasted a couple of years until we moved off to Asheville. During our junior year at GSHS, we enjoyed a Christmas vacation in Florida with Dad, Darrel, and all our brothers. We spent Christmas and a couple of days at Grandmother and Grandfather's house in Tampa, where it was interesting to see how the elders related to Denny and Darrel's now open romance. Grandmother smiled a lot when she saw how happy they were together and I saw Grandfather having a very serious conversation with them for a while on Christmas afternoon. I don't know what they talked about, but somehow got the feeling it was their relationship. I'm sure he was supportive, but he still seemed to have some reservations about it. The day after Christmas we got to go on an overnight cruise on the Sarah Ann. We'd heard about the new name a couple of years before after Dave had taken his cruise, but it was really special to see it for ourselves. Onboard the Sarah Ann were a sexy group of Cooper men: our Grandfather Durland (63), cousin Dell (43), our Dad Denny (42), our Uncle Dalton (36), our Uncle Darrel (32), cousin Darren (25), cousin Drew (24), cousin Dillard (22), David (22), Donald (21), cousin Doug (20), Danny (19), and us (16). You already know why the ages are critically important in the Cooper family. We had not seen most of our uncles and cousins for many years, so we were most impressed by how gorgeous and sexy they all were. You might think we would be quite intimidated by having a dozen older men who we were supposed to satisfy if they wanted it, but Dwayne and I were delighted with the hot studs who were going to be dominating us for the next 36 hours. After all our experience with the high school coaches and athletes and our immediate family, we thought we could handle as many of them as we needed to. Besides, almost half of them were in our immediate family and would probably be more interested in the others than in us. Many aspects of our cruise were similar to the cruise David took four years earlier so I will not bore you with all those details again. When the oldest Cooper (Durland) started the sex part of the first day, he picked Dwayne, who was draped across a bench so he could give his top a nice (deep) BJ to get him ready for the first penetration, after the first rim job and the first finger-fuck. While all this was going on, I was selected by the next oldest Cooper (Dad's cousin Dell) for similar service. While we were enjoying our preparations for symbolic deflowering in front of everyone, they were so busy pairing off they hardly noticed what we were doing. Until Dwayne cried out when Durland's dick breached his sphincter, that is. Denny took Dillard, Dalton picked David, Darrel opted for the gorgeous half-Hispanic Doug, Darren went with Danny, and Drew took Donny. For the next 20 minutes or so, the bottoms fluffed their tops, the tops licked their bottoms and massaged their bottoms' prostates, and eventually bottles of baby oil made the rounds. As big pricks slid into relaxed buttholes, the bottoms cried out, moaned, groaned, and gasped while the tops grunted, pushed, and said "Fuck!" a lot. Once the Cooper family's favorite activity took over the deck of the boat, the atmosphere became dense with intensity. For me, Dell was a wonderful opening to the cruise as he was tender while still being powerful and strong. I had already concluded that, generally, the Coopers were a bit more intense tops than the other guys I had already experienced (the coaches, the gym owners, the athletes, and a couple of others I might have neglected to mention in this opus). Dell certainly fit my preconceived idea. In the background I could hear a lot of sloppy kissing, moaning, shouts, slaps of thighs against buttocks, and even the occasional sucking sound an ass makes when it's holding tightly to a cock to prevent it from leaving. But mostly my attention was riveted on the gorgeous lean and hairy dude who was busily pounding away at my ass, turning my insides into a mass of electric sensations, rubbing my prostate into a hypersensitive state, and making my balls churn. We started out with me on my knees and him entering me doggy-style, but after a while he withdrew and turned me onto my back. He re-entered me and immediately began devouring my mouth with a most talented tongue. Fuck, that man can kiss like a movie star! He fucked me rather slowly as if he would rather prolong the sensations than go for some record time. My dick flopped about on my belly, gradually filling the valleys in my abs with its drool while my balls were massaged from below by Dell's hairy belly as he thrust into me. Just when I thought I was about to explode, he suddenly pulled his tongue out and rose from my body, holding his lovely prick completely still in my clutching love chute. He looked deeply at me and smiled. "No," he said gently, "don't cum yet." Damn! All that sexual talent and clairvoyant to boot! I was a nanosecond away from firing. I gasped and held my breath, trying to will my balls to drop away from my perineum. We gazed across a foot of humid air for a little more than a minute, I think, before he touched my cheek gently. "Are you good to go a while longer?" Without losing his gaze, I nodded and grinned. "You bet, stud." Slowly he renewed his attack on my asshole while around us various couples were screaming, shouting, and shooting. After a few minutes everyone else had stepped into the cabin to get brewskis and munchies, but still Dell plowed on. He stopped twice more just in the nick of time to prevent my ejaculation, although there was more sticky juice on my abdomen than some guys get from an orgasm. My nerves were so taut I knew I had a hair trigger and, frankly, I didn't want to stop again. I really needed my payoff for all this fabulous fucking. By the time he gently pushed back into me, we had drawn quite a crowd of horny on-lookers. "I don't think I can take it any longer," I said in a garbled moan. "Please, let me cum." Dell's smile had a slightly wicked look which made me wonder if he was going to be so cruel as to edge me any longer. But my fears quickly faded as he picked up the pace until he was furiously hammering my delicate butthole like it was lined in steel instead of the softest, most accommodating, most loving flesh imaginable. My moans morphed into shouts that punctuated our rutting as they rose in pitch and volume with each slam of that manmeat into my deepest place. I think the audience was collectively holding its breath in fascination as our coupling neared its inevitable conclusion. And then the moment we'd all been waiting for was upon us. My balls slammed into firing position with such power it actually hurt. My first blast of cum was like magma through Vesuvius! I screamed and my ass clamped like a vise on Dell's hot rod, thus eliciting a manly shout of "Fuck, yeah!" from him as he began shooting into my hole. My first blast seemed to last for two or three seconds and produced such a monster wad that it streaked from my hairline all the way down my face, over my chin, and onto my neck. I kid you not, it was one lo-o-o-ong, thick, string of cum. The sensation was so strong and hot I was sure the inside of my dick had sustained at least second-degree burns! I screamed so loud my ears rang for a minute afterwards. After that initial urethra-rending shot, my dick sort of spit out a respectable blob that barely got off the head of my cock before falling to my belly and that was it! Drew continued filling my ass for another minute while my poor cock lay like a popped balloon in the sticky mess of precum on my belly as splooge dripped off my chin onto my throat. The crowd went wild, applauding and exclaiming as the monster-wad streaked across the space above my body and then flopped across my face like a rope that had been cut. When it was clear my balls had gone for broke in one massive explosion, the shouts of appreciation turned into gales of laughter in an instant. I think Dell started laughing before he even finished emptying his own low-hangers. My dick shriveled so fast, it looked like a turtle's head trying to pull back into its shell. I began to giggle, too, as the hilarity of the whole thing broke through my post-orgasmic haze. I just lay there, conscious of Dell's cock throbbing within me while mine tried to make a clean getaway, everybody on the boat laughing hysterically and talking all at the same time. As I tried to catch my breath, I noticed quite a few of my brothers and cousins lining up on both sides of me. I couldn't imagine why they were doing that and it was pretty intimidating. That is, until my big brother Dave leaned down and licked the cum off my nose. In a second six tongues found spots on my face to lick clean, inaugurating a lot of boundary skirmishes between the assaulting tongues. For a couple of seconds, I was stunned. Then I thought how funny that must look to the couple of guys (such as Dell) who were not participating in this most unusual tongue-bath. As Dillard worked on my lower lip and chin with Danny working my upper lip, I began to laugh, which threw all of them a little off-target. That was even funnier, so I began laughing so hard my body started wiggling and flopping on the bench like a dying trout. By this time, everyone was again dissolving into their own fits of laughter. The brothers and cousins were jerked away from me to allow my uncles, Dalton and Darrel, to get on either side of me. They slipped their hands beneath my shoulders and butt, lifted a few inches and started moving off in the direction behind my head. They literally pulled my body off Dell's cock with a loud popping sound as the laughter peaked again. My loving uncles took several steps gradually lifting me a bit higher as we moved. Suddenly they tossed me backwards in an arc that carried me over the railing and into the waters of the Gulf of Mexico (well, technically I suppose, just an inlet of Chassahowitza Bay). I was airborne for several seconds until my outstretched arms broke the surface and I entered the bay in a surprisingly clean entry that was generally judged about a 5.1 by the Cooper judges. Before I broke the surface back into the air, there were two big splashes, one on each side of me. When I did surface, strong hands grabbed me and pulled me into the proper orientation then drew me into two big, hairy chests. As I sputtered I looked into the loving faces of my uncles. Darrel instantly asked, "Are you all right?" I was still spitting out water so I just nodded and held on tight. This unplanned comedy routine had certainly broken the sexual spell that had possessed the group until maybe two minutes before. I was hauled out of the cold water by Dad and Dave, was dried off by Donny and Danny, and then handed a beer by Dwayne. We all spent the next hour drinking and laughing as everybody told me repeatedly that was the biggest single cumwad they'd ever seen. The rest of the cruise never quite topped that first monumental fuck from cousin Dell or the "cumshot to end all cumshots," as Denny put it. Nothing else was that hilarious either. Nevertheless, Dwayne and I became intimately acquainted with Durland, Dell, Dalton, Darren, Drew, Dillard, and Doug before we sailed back to the marina at Clearwater. Each of them was a treat in some way or another. For example, Dalton just fucked for a minute or so before telling me to squeeze the cum out of him. I squeezed for a couple of minutes, but that was all I could do, so we finished with a more typical pounding. Doug was about six inches shorter than us and even smaller in the waist, even though he was more than five years older. He was half Cuban, too, which gave him an exotic appeal no one else had. He wasn't particularly into topping, but did each of us once out of obligation, I think. Then he bottomed for us, which was very nice of him. I think he might have taken more dick in his nether region than we did before we returned to the dock. I noticed my ass was sore the next two days as we rode the rides at Disney World and Busch Gardens, but I wouldn't change a thing about that Christmas vacation!