Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 10:44:57 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 33 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 33 Dwight By the time of our senior year (1974-75), Greenville Senior High School was well established as an athletic powerhouse for boys' high school sports throughout South Carolina. As we had for several years, we took the state championship in football, basketball, wrestling, and track. Dwayne and I were second string members of the basketball team and I must admit going to the state tournament and ultimately winning were awesome experiences. It was also interesting to practice and play with guys who were regularly bonking us or feeding us their cocks. Most of the athletes who were not in the "Marine Approach" knew the basics of what was going on. To a man they accepted the underlying sexual stuff because they could see how much the team benefited from it. No one ever dared tease any of the guys about sex. The only gay jokes I heard in high school were from unsuspecting nerds or guys who were just uninvolved in school activities. Therefore, we were never aware of anyone disrespecting us or thinking badly of us for the role we played in the training. By the time we were seniors, we were "two long, tall drinks of water," as Grandmother called us. We were maybe ¼" below our eventual 6'3" height and weighed about 160, if I remember correctly. Of course, we still had the Cooper patented pale skin (unless tanned), very dark hair (which we wore in a long feathered cut that just touched our collars in back but swept across the tops of our ears on the sides), sky blue eyes, and (I'm only quoting dozens of other people here) our "gorgeous" and "handsome" faces. Our bodies were essentially fat-free with slender but highly toned muscles in our arms, chests, abs, and backs. Our legs and butts were also very nicely developed due to all our hours on the tennis courts. I know you will want to know our other measurements, too: 7 1/3" by a hair thicker than 5". (For the record, we ended up being a millimeter longer than 7 ½" and just shy of 5 1/8" in circumference. We were slightly more "average" in the dick department than most Coopers, but, since we were mostly interested in bottoming, it didn't matter much to us.) As we passed through our high school years, we gradually became accustomed to catching the eye of virtually every person who ever saw us, whether they might be young or old, strangers or good friends, straight or gay or whatever. We learned that we needed to always assume that if we were outside our own home someone would be watching us. Dwayne and I did well in tennis competitions during our junior and senior years at GSHS, losing narrowly to the state champion men's doubles team in the state finals in Columbia during our junior year and winning the state championship in Charleston during our senior year. We were state celebrities ("the handsome twins from Greenville") for a week and were approached by some recruiters for big schools like USC and the University of Virginia as a result. We politely refused the overtures from recruiters but did make a trip to Asheville to meet with the tennis coach at UNCA. He was excited to meet us and offered us small scholarships ($1,000 each), which we happily accepted since we had already decided to go to college there. When we returned to town after the championship tournament, the coaches and "special" athletes threw us a late-night party at the Downtown Health Club, which predictably turned into a "fuck the champions" gangbang in which our assholes played host to about 20 raging hardons in a 2-hour marathon round robin. I could barely move when finally released from the sling. That was okay because our friends and paramours carried Dwight and me into the showers where we were gently and lovingly massaged and washed. The vivid memory of this shower has stayed with me as one of the times I felt most loved by guys outside my immediate family. We really did have trouble sitting the next day, but it was great fun and is still one of the highlights of our high school careers. As in the previous few years, our seniors received a graduation party courtesy of the coaches and the owners of the gym. In 1975, there were 18 seniors who had been trained using the special methods developed by our Uncle Darrel. There were also 14 juniors and 3 sophomores who attended to provide lots of bottoms for the seniors. Of course, the coaches and our principal and the owners of the gym attended along with Denny and Darrel. The total number of party-goers was 44 if I counted correctly. Talk about a lot of sex! Holy smokes! The slings and some of the workout equipment were taken by the juniors and sophomores and Dwayne and I were able to hook up with only those we sought out. It was more manageable than the previous parties and we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Pedro, the gorgeous Cuban doctor who had given me a summer job the previous year, immediately offered me a position at the clinic for the summer if I was interested (I was) and we proceeded to formalize our agreement as he made awesome love to me in the locker room. I wonder if that is why I got a nice salary increase over the previous summer. Or, was it because of the continuing "extra" time I devoted to meeting Dr. Archuleta's every need? Perhaps I will never know, but I really don't care! In a similar way, Dwayne negotiated the terms of his employment at the GPD while Tony (who was the ranking officer on the night shift) pounded my twin's sphincter into mincemeat. Coach Joel also kept Dwayne busy, storing up memories for the time after we would leave for college, no doubt. I gave my allegiance to Coach Randy, Coach Bert, Andy Harper (senior middleweight wrestler), and Joe Kinston (6'4" basketball player with a cock about 8 ½" long). Dwayne, on the other hand, took Greg Applegate (our star pitcher), Larry Moultrie (tight end – wink, wink!), and Jerry Beauregard (a hot blond basketballer and outfielder). At one point, big, hairy, buff Bert was making hard thrusts into my delicate rosebud while Joe drove his long stick into my throat in a well-choreographed ménage à trois. When Joe pulled all the way out so I could catch my breath, I glanced over at Dwight who was on his knees with Larry positioned on the bench beneath him so Dwayne could suck Larry's manhood while Jerry pounded Dwayne's poor ass for all he was worth. Behind Jerry stood Greg, who was impatient for Jerry to get the fuck out of his way. Damn! We had a great time as did everyone else at this party marking the end of our high school days. Daniel Two weeks after graduation, my twin brothers spent the weekend in Asheville at the home of Josh Peres and Patrick Dell, where they were interviewed for possible membership in The Deputy Boys. Since David, Donald, and I were all members of the group, it was everyone's expectation that Dwayne and Dwight would be granted membership, but all their brothers were excluded from the interview process so the decision to invite would not be tainted with any nepotism. In conjunction with the other members, many of whom already knew the twins, the interview committee was determined to be: Patrick, Nick Pappas, Pablo Vasquez, and Gale Lomax. On the appointed weekend in June, Dwayne and Dwight drove up to Asheville to meet Donald and me for lunch at a diner on Merriman Ave. not far from the new campus and only about five minutes from Patrick and Josh's house. The twins were a little nervous, but they were also pretty confident, having recently won state in tennis doubles and graduated in the top 10% of their class. They looked stunning in their butt-hugging short tennis shorts and tight UNCA tee-shirts. They were upbeat and happy as they filled Donny and me in on their last few weeks. We refused to answer any questions regarding The Deputy Boys but did talk freely about the university. We all enjoyed this family time over lunch before Donny gave them detailed instructions on how to get to Josh and Patrick's place. We said good-bye and good luck and took off while they headed off in the direction Donny had indicated. Dwight As Danny mentioned above, we enjoyed lunch with our brothers, but Dwayne and I were a bit nervous as we drove up to the house where our interview would be held. Josh Peres greeted us at the door. He was a moderately tall Jewish guy about 25 years old with green eyes and dark hair all over him. His black hair was in a pony tail, but he was clean shaven. He was handsome and very warm and welcoming. We learned that he would be serving as our host, but not taking part in the interviewing process. He showed us to one of the guest rooms and introduced us to two very cute Labrador puppies. He called them Sappho and Lezzie and tried to no avail to keep them off us. They were fun and helped us relax before we met those who would be interviewing us. Patrick (at 6'2") was almost as tall as us. But, where we were skinny with dark hair, he was lanky with reddish blond hair and bigger muscles. He was part Norwegian and part English with beautiful light blue eyes and skin even paler than ours. Where Josh was extra-hairy, Patrick was completely hairless, except for what was on top of his head. His white tank top showed off a sexy set of pecs and a tight belly underneath while his square-cut blue spandex swim trunks left no doubt that he had a cock that is impressive in both length and girth. Oooh, I looked forward to feeling that slide into me later! Patrick was a bit more business-like than Josh and instructed us to settle into our room and then to come out to the patio at 3:00 for the first part of the interview. As it was only a few minutes after two then, Dwayne and I quickly unpacked and then lay atop the comforter on the bed to relax as much as we could before the interrogations might begin. A few minutes before three, we heard a car drive up and the sounds of the doors, the greetings from Josh and Patrick, the barking of the puppies, and general noises of people moving around in the living area. After peeing, combing our hair, and applying fresh cologne, we went out to the patio, where we found our hosts and three others waiting for us. We were introduced to Nick Pappas, Gale Lomax, and Pablo Vasquez and I instantly knew two things: this weekend would be very sexy and I desperately wanted to be selected for membership in Deputy Boys! Josh handed everyone beers while we shook hands with our interview team. The puppies were blurs of fur as they tried to smell each guy's feet all at once. Everyone was all smiles as Patrick asked the guys who had just arrived to introduce themselves to us. Standing on my left, Nick was a beautiful Greek man from Florida who now worked at a bank in Charlotte and was getting married in August. He was about 5'10" tall and was obviously a serious weight lifter with muscles that were big, hard, and masculine. I could tell from the way his white tee-shirt clung to him that he was hairless on his chest, whether naturally or by design, I didn't know. His wavy black hair, smooth clear skin, dark eyes, and cleft chin made him delicious. It took all my will power to refrain from grabbing his big pecs just to see if they are as firm as they look. Beneath his tee was a pair of tan Onionskin shorts that showed a significant bulge in exactly the right place. Yum! Below the shorts were strong hairless legs and feet that were well-manicured and pretty. On the other side of Nick, Gale stood about 5'11" and was of a more moderate musculature. He had a heavy brown mustache with brown hair that was parted in the middle and fell to his shoulders. (How would that mustache feel brushing my tush?) He was attractive and, although he was more conservatively dressed in a snug powder blue Polo and cut-off jeans, I found him appealing. He had just celebrated his first anniversary with his wife, who was expecting their first child. This information underscored that a lot of the Deputy Boys are primarily heterosexual, but the most shocking thing about Gale was that he serves as the Music Director at First Baptist Church in Boone, North Carolina. With their well-known rampant homophobia, it surprised me that any Deputy Boy would be associated with that denomination. Gale explained that his family and work life were one thing and his association with Deputy Boys was something entirely separate. Later Dwayne told me he is concerned about people who have to split their intimate lives from their more public lives that much. No wonder he has decided to get a degree in psychology! Standing at 6', Pablo was shirtless, so I could easily tell he had extremely well-defined muscles covered in smooth olive skin with no body fat at all. His physique was amazing, sort of between slender and body builder, but with a waist that was even smaller than ours! His butt was beautifully rounded and his cock filled out his boxer-brief style day-glow yellow swim trunks so much that it was difficult to look at the rest of his body or his face, as sexy as they were. Holy moly! What a dick he must have! His hair, so black it shined, was worn long and slicked back against his skull until it fell just over his collar in the back in a rakish flip I found highly erotic. Consistent with his Spanish heritage, his eyes were dark and mysterious. He had a thin black mustache that made him look slightly dangerous and made me want to fall into bed under him. Pablo was stunningly gorgeous with thick lips, perfect shiny teeth, a straight nose, and even, well-shaped ears. When I found out he was a junior majoring in drama and dance at UNCA, I couldn't refrain from imagining him bursting out of his dance belt (oh, fu-uck!), which made me predict he would be a very successful leading man in a few years. Introductions and handshakes completed, Patrick asked us to be seated, so we settled into chairs encircling a large round table on the covered portion of the patio with the pool nearby. Lezzie and Sappho ran circles through all our legs, occasionally putting their front feet on one of the guy's legs. From time to time, one of the guys would pick up a puppy and hold it until it got to squirming too much. "I can't tell these cute puppies apart any better than I can tell these cute twins apart," Nick laughed. "Dwight's in the blue tank-top," Dwayne explained, "and Dwayne's in the green tank." "Thanks," Nick nodded, "Dwayne." For the next half hour, Patrick filled us in on the origin of the Deputy Boys and its history to date. The group started with four college guys (Ivan, Clint, Mark, and John) who began getting together to trade blow jobs in 1962. By 1964 they got more organized and invited a few more guys into their circle, which later expanded to the current size of 14 active students. Now they add the same number of guys each year as the number who graduate out. Once a member has graduated, he can continue to be as active as he wants to be. In the summer of 1975, the Deputy Boys consisted of 11 active members, including the hunky Pablo and our brother Daniel, and 25 alumni members, including Patrick, Josh, Nick, Gale, and our brothers David and Donald. They hoped to add three initiates in the fall, which would likely include us plus one other. As Patrick talked, my attention was often drawn to the movements of his reddish-blond mustache, which grew over his top lip. It was thick, a little wiry-looking, and moved a lot as he talked, almost as if it was alive. Eventually I realized I was intrigued by imagining how his sexy mustache would feel against my balls and taint as he rimmed me. God, I was perverted! "Could I ask a question?" my inquisitive twin wanted to know. "Certainly," Patrick nodded. "This is very informal. Feel free to ask anything at any time." "Thanks," Dwayne smiled. "Would it be possible for one of us to get an invitation and the other one not?" "Logical question," Patrick grinned. "Actually, no. The Board has already determined that you will be treated the same. If we need to increase the size of the group by one to accommodate both of you, we will." "Thanks!" Dwayne smiled with relief. Patrick, with some comments from the others, went on to explain that the group meets every weekend at a sort of lodge built out in the mountains northwest of Asheville where there is complete privacy, good, but spartan, accommodations, and an excellent cook. The new initiates are expected to be in attendance almost all the time and to serve the needs of both the active members and any alumni members who might be there. Pablo spoke up in his sexy accent to add, "By `serve the needs', Patrick is saying to suck any dick shoved into your face and to part your legs for anyone who wants to fuck you." "Crudely, but effectively, stated," Patrick laughed. "With one caveat," Nick interrupted. "You always have the right to say no. No one will force you. If anybody ever tries, the officers will deal harshly with him." Dwayne and I both nodded. "Yes," Patrick agreed. "Just remember that initiates are not permanent members until voted on at the end of the year. So, if you were seen to be uncooperative, there is the possibility you would not receive a positive vote in the spring." "Not likely," I said. When everyone turned to look at me inquisitively, I added, "Dwayne and I love cock, so I don't think we'll be saying `no' too often." Everyone laughed, while Dwayne blushed. When I realized how slutty that made us sound, I blushed, too. Noticing my discomfort, perhaps, one of the puppies came to my feet, begging to be picked up. I reached down, took the wiggly furball in my hands, and hoisted her to my lap, where she snuggled in against my cock with a contented sigh. "Hell," Dwayne said with a giggle, "you guys are such gorgeous guys we'll be begging for it!" "O-o-kay!" Patrick said while Nick placed his hand on Dwayne's forearm in a modified caress. Patrick gave us a potty break then, so the guys took turns heading to the can. When we reassembled, Josh brought another round of beers. Some more rules were explained and details of the group's weekends and special events were shared. Frankly, it sounded spectacular to me. Based on how happy all three of our brothers were with the group, I knew Dwayne and I would be quite happy as Deputy Boys and none of the details changed that at all. Late in the afternoon, Patrick called Josh outside. He told us dinner would be ready in 45 minutes and suggested we try out the pool or hot-tub before dinner. Just as he turned to go back into the kitchen, he said in a low, sexy voice, "No clothing in the pool. Or the hot tub." He wiggled his eyebrows like the comedian Groucho Marx and dashed back into the house. Everyone laughed, stood, and stripped. I caught glimpses of pecs, nipples, bare asses, and beautiful cocks as the four Deputy Boys headed for the pool. Dwayne and I were only a couple of steps behind them to get into the clean water. In spite of all the nudity and the playful grabbing, splashing, and dunking, there were no direct sexual advances made. I noticed that most of the cocks plumped up nicely and Pablo produced a very impressive 8+ inch full erection at one point. I had to remind myself that I had plenty of time over the weekend to get my hands, mouth, and asslips around this fabulous dick. Luckily, while my will power still prevailed, we were given a "dinner in 15" warning, which got us all out of the pool and drying off. Somehow, while we'd been in the pool, Josh had set the patio table for seven. Salad, water, and wine was at each place ready for us. We took our seats and Patrick said seriously, "We are grateful for this food and for this time to get acquainted with Dwayne and Dwight. Thank you, God." A bit louder, he said, "Bon appetite!" After the salad course, Josh served delicious baked lemon-pepper chicken, wild rice, and sautéed zucchini with hot rolls. As we chowed down on the scrumptious meal, multiple conversations happened all around the table in a friendly and happy manner. Seated between Gale and Nick, I learned more about their lives, how they discovered the Deputy Boys, and what it was like to be with women and men, too. Dessert was homemade apple cobbler drizzled in a wonderful cinnamon sauce and topped with vanilla ice cream. Wow! After dinner, Josh brought out cordial glasses while Patrick cracked open a new bottle of Bailey's. Patrick asked Dwayne and me to share a bit about our family and our reasons to be coming to UNCA. Since everyone already knew our brothers, they were somewhat familiar with the whole "Marine Approach" thing, so we mostly focused on our own introduction to sex and added a lot about the training the coaches were conducting at GSHS. Everyone found this quite fascinating. When we indicated we were accustomed to bottoming for several different guys two to four times most weeks, our audience quickly agreed we had the stamina necessary to be a Deputy Boy pledge. I strongly suspected they would have first-hand knowledge of our stamina by the end of the evening. When Dwayne shared that he is interested in psychology but is unsure whether he wants to be a psychologist, counselor, or social worker, Patrick suggested they have some conversation about that after Dwayne finishes his first semester. No one seemed to connect with my interest in art, but Pedro did say my skills might be useful sometimes for some of the group's projects. He also offered to hook me up with the Drama Department at UNCA if I wanted to get involved in set design. When our conversation died down, Patrick suggested we take a break for a while before getting better acquainted. As everyone stood, he stepped up to me and whispered, "You'll find douches in the linen closet in your bathroom." Dwayne and I went to our bathroom, where I told him what Patrick had said. "Oh," he laughed, "I guess the fun is about to begin." As I pulled a couple of enema kits from the linen closet, I nodded, "I reckon." Half an hour later, when we returned fresh as a spring morning, we discovered the five Deputy studs naked, sitting on towels at the round table and drinking daiquiris. We stepped onto the patio, immediately stepping out of our Speedos and dropping them near the door. "Here are our lovelies, now," Gale announced to the group. Josh dashed into the kitchen to get us drinks while the guys made room for us at the table. When he returned with the drinks, Josh also carried a simple gold chain like some guys had recently begun wearing around their necks. "I have a gift for one of you," he said to Dwayne and me. "Yes?" Dwayne said. Josh held out the chain. "I think one of you could wear this chain for the rest of the weekend so we can keep you differentiated in our minds. Would that be cool?" We both nodded as we looked at each other. After a moment, I knew Dwayne preferred that I wear it so I held out my hand toward Josh. He dropped the chain into my hand with a smile. Dwayne fastened it for me while the others looked on. When the chain was secure, we both turned to face our new friends, certain that no one knew which of us was wearing the chain. After a moment, Gale spoke for everyone. "Okay," he laughed. "The chain doesn't help if we don't know which one of you has it on." Everyone chuckled, but we didn't speak immediately. After a moment, Nick said, "So?" with a gesture of impatience. Dwayne looked at me and then back at the others. "I think that's Dwight wearing the chain." Patrick laughed. "You think, huh?" "If you don't know," Pablo said with a chuckle, "you have a serious identity crisis!" "It is me," I said. When a couple of guys looked questioningly, I added, "Dwight." For a few minutes we sat quietly talking about a lot of different things and putting away the daiquiris. When the drinks were mostly gone, Patrick said, "Dwayne, Dwight, are you ready to get better acquainted with these guys?" I looked at Dwayne, who had an excited flush on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, Patrick," I said, "we can't wait." The men stood up like I'd pulled the trigger on a start gun! Nick and Patrick stepped to either side of me while Pablo and Gale surrounded Dwayne. They took us by the arms like escorts and we all started walking to our left. For the first time, I noticed what looked like a giant spool that is used for rolling long electrical wire before it's strung on the poles. This wooden spool was lying on one side. The top side was covered in a dark material, which soon proved to be vinyl. Dwayne was taken to one side and I was taken to the other side. We were helped onto the padded top and maneuvered into position on our knees with our butts hanging out at the edge of the tabletop. In a heartbeat I felt the brush of wiry hairs against my ballsac and perineum followed an instant later by a kiss on my sparkling ass. As the tongue began exploring my anxious rosebud, I grinned as I thought, so, this is what that red mustache feels like! I let out an appreciative moan, which brought an echo from Dwayne as Gale inaugurated his rosebud. For a long time, we received expert ass-kisses, tongue fucks, and, finally finger massages of our sphincters and, better yet, our prostates. As things progressed, our moans grew louder and more sustained as our butts grew more squirmy and responsive to the luscious ass play we were receiving. With a pause in these ministrations to my hole, I was gently turned onto my back and repositioned so my head was off the edge of the table. From the sounds, I knew Dwayne was being moved in a similar, mirror-image sort of way. My head was held in a loving palm and gently lowered until my mouth lined up with my neck across the edge of the table. Nick's lovely Greek cock was all I could see as his glans kissed my lips, having a blob of precum which I quickly licked off. I opened with obedience mixed with desire and he slid into my mouth, sliding across the roof of my cavity, and into the narrower dimensions of my throat. I was proud that I did not gag (unlike my brother, but I would never put him down!) and I welcomed Nick's prick with a firm all-around squeeze. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned as he waited, getting every sensuous second of my throat's constriction. When I relaxed my throat, he withdrew in order to begin a gentle, slow rhythm of fucking my throat with erotic thrusts accompanied by languid groans. For perhaps three minutes, he enjoyed my oral skills while I enjoyed his hard shaft covered with smooth skin. I also enjoyed Patrick's oral work on my anus until Nick pulled out of my mouth, kissed me quickly, and raised my head to horizontal. Patrick left my butt, still holding my legs over my torso. In a flash, Nick took my legs and bent his face into my now well-relaxed sphincter. As his tongue found its rhythm, Patrick's big dick found my lips and gently slid between them. Soon he was giving me wonderful, slow thrusts while Nick moved on to fingers lubing my interior. I didn't get to enjoy Nick's fingers for long before they were replaced by his nice, firm erection. His cockhead kissed my rosebud, then wiggled into my hole, forcing my sphincter to open, and then sliding across my prostate and through many inches of my quivering asshole until finally his wiry pubes connected with my taint. "Oh!" I moaned around the thick obstruction that was buried in my throat. For the next quarter hour or so, I was lost in nirvana as I received thrust after thrust in my asshole and in my throat. Sometimes they were in tandem and sometimes they were opposites, but always they were sensuous and amazing. Cocks in. Cocks out. Beside me Dwayne's experience was almost identical with Gale and Pedro fucking him from each end, too. Cocks in. Cocks out. No one touched my cock, but by how it throbbed I knew it was as hard as it could be and from the sticky feeling on my abs I knew it was drooling out a lot of precum, too. Cocks in. Cocks out. Dwayne and I moaned constantly, but most of the sound was absorbed by the gigantic stoppers rammed into our throats. Our tops moaned, groaned, grunted, and shouted out constantly. At last, Patrick began moving more forcefully in my throat, pumping faster and harder (though he couldn't go any deeper). Nick seemed to notice and soon he was also pounding me more forcefully. The sensations throughout my groin intensified and I knew I was edging nearer orgasm with each pounding thrust of cock into my body. With no warning, a hand full of lube grasped my cock, fingers wrapping around to capture it. As the cocks entered me, the hand squeezed tightly. Before the cocks could withdraw, my trigger fired. My cock swelled in the fantastic palm holding it, my balls slapped my body, and cum raced through my urethra. My throat clutched one big cock in me while my ass clamped down on the other big cock in me. My first shot of cum blasted out, arched across my torso and hit my forehead. Patrick screamed. Nick yelped. Hot cum scalded my throat on its way to my stomach. The cock in my ass pushed back at my squeezing asswalls and began to release blob after blob of cream as more shots kept falling on my pecs and abs. The blasting cock pulled out of my throat until it lay on the roof of my mouth shooting teaspoon tastes of hot man-cream onto my tongue. The screams above me and beside me joined into a chorus of masculine satisfaction, indicating that orgasms were also filling Dwayne's body from both ends. The sounds of ecstasy lasted an unusually long time as six men emptied a dozen balls into and onto two hopeful pledges in an awesome display of sexual gratification. When the last dick-burp of splooge had ended, Patrick and Gale pulled out of our mouths and all six of us sucked in giant quantities of air. Quickly afterwards, Josh appeared with a warm cloth for each of us to use to wipe up and soothe our assholes. Presently, we were handed cold beers as our tops praised our efforts, both oral and anal. From somewhere, a couple of joints appeared and made the rounds as everyone mellowed out a bit. The conversation was light and sexy, covering memories of the older men's college days, stories about past Deputy Boys events, and references to the lives each man lived beyond this group. I found it enlightening to gain some insight into how these guys integrated the Deputy Boys weekends into their married lives and work situations. After a while, everyone finished their beers, then Gale and Pablo stepped up to me, each extending one hand toward me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Patrick and Nick were holding hands out to Dwayne. Soon my new tops had positioned me on my knees on a sturdy wooden chaise lounge that lay flat like a single bed. A few yards away, Dwayne was on his back on a similar chaise. Over the next 45 minutes, Gale and Pablo fed me their hard cocks, gave me expert rim jobs, fingered and lubed my anus, fucked me doggy-style, like missionaries, and lying flat on the chaise. Gale blasted a heavy Baptist load into my rectum, but Pablo took his last turn with me on my back, which allowed him to pull out just before shooting so he could finish with a couple of pulls on his drippy cock. He managed to get my legs out of his way so he could point his purple-headed swollen cockhead at my face in time to plant a couple of wads on my face before he shoved his still-erupting gusher into my mouth. I didn't lose a drop of his hot salsa after that. I don't think Pablo had shot his final wad before he'd swiveled around and planted his mouth on my cock. Simultaneously, Gale rammed a couple of fingers into my butt where they tapped my prostate. Pablo had barely created any suction before I blew, flooding him with my teenaged dick juice while his big dick continued shuddering in my mouth. A few minutes later, we all moved to the hot tub, which was beside the pool and barely separated from the cooler pool water. I was aware of the soothing value of the warm water on my tender ass. When we were all getting water-logged in the warm water, Patrick suggested we get some sleep. From nowhere, Josh appeared with towels for all of us. He gave everyone a hug and said goodnight before disappearing again. Patrick told me to go with Nick and Gale while he and Pablo escorted Dwayne off to another room. No other sexual needs were satisfied that night but sleeping in Nick's arms and then Gale's was very peaceful and conducive to good sleep, even though I missed the warmth of my twin.