Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2019 10:00:31 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 34 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. If you enjoy this story and others like it, please consider contributing to support Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . Thank you! 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. Thanks so much for staying with our lovely Cooper family for this entire journey. It's been a pleasure to write about them and a great reward to hear from some readers. I hope it has always been sexy, fun, and full of heart. Without further ado, enjoy the final cum-dripping chapter of "Training the Coopers"! Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 34 Dwight The second day of our Deputy Boys interview featured a visit from a photographer to take a bunch of professional photos of Dwayne and me. Everyone agreed that since we would look the same in any individual photos, we should take all the photos together. When the photographer had us strip down to our briefs, it got rather erotic and we had difficulty keeping our cocks in a relaxed state. Patrick told us the photos were to be shared with the other active and alumni members of the group but would not be shared otherwise. The rest of the morning was spent in more conversation in which we were given a lot of details about life as a Deputy Boy. Dwayne and I separately realized that the more we learned, the more convinced we were that we wanted to be part of this group that had embraced David, Donald, and Daniel before us. The year ahead, when we would be freshmen and pledges (if invited to join) was also going to be Daniel's senior year. We were glad for the overlap of time we would have with our other gay brother. After lunch, we talked for an hour more and then adjourned for a while to the pool. I expected the naked swimming to turn into a sexual free-for-all, but it didn't go beyond some casual fondling and flirting. Later, when we were alone, Dwayne suggested that everyone was saving their juices for the evening. I told him that was a crude way of expressing it, but probably very accurate. We were given a couple of hours to rest before dinner. Patrick explained pointedly that we would be joined by a couple of others for dinner and our "evening's activities" and that we would be expending a lot of energy then so might be well served by some afternoon rest. Dwayne and I spent a couple of hours napping quietly in each other's arms. I slept so soundly I had trouble waking up when Josh knocked on our door. After douches and showers, we dressed to be as sexy as we could before appearing in the living room. Dwayne said I looked delectable in my black Levi cords, red vee-necked sweater, and white blazer. He commented that he liked the subtle chain around my neck, too. I thanked him and said he looked even more delectable in his very tight white slacks, pale blue satin shirt (open to his sternum, the hussy), and Navy-blue blazer. When we stepped into the living room, we were greeted with applause and whistles as seven smokin' hot men quickly rose from their seats. I wanted to look at all of them simultaneously and felt myself almost ready to faint from the amount of male beauty in the room before me. Holy fuck! First, to our right, Josh Peres looked dark and sexy in his well-cut green suit over a white silk shirt and green patterned tie. His white loafers added a certain savoir faire to his ensemble and somehow made me want to throw his feet over his head; an odd thought, I know. Beside him stood his gorgeous Scandinavian lover Patrick Dell, who had chosen a camel's hair sport coat to pair with brown slacks that stretched sensuously across his thighs. To add color, he had selected a yellow dress shirt, open three buttons to show off his firm pecs covered in reddish-blonde chest hair. Beside Patrick stood a beautiful man with coloring similar to ours: dark brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. He wore a neatly trimmed mustache to grace his ruggedly handsome face. He stood about 6'1" (a couple of inches shorter than us) but was more solidly built without being at all heavy. It was obvious from the way his pale gray suit strained to cover his thighs and his biceps that he worked out frequently to maintain a quite amazing physique. I couldn't help but notice that the suit pants also strained to cover a most impressive lump in his crotch. Oh, yeah! Under the suit he wore a dark gray vee-neck sweater in a light weave that seemed severely stretched across his firm, luscious pectorals. When I looked into his face, our eyes met and he smiled broadly, showing me a beautiful man with a beautiful smile. He extended a big hand toward us and said in a deep voice that sounded almost like a growl, "Hi, guys, I'm Zack." "Hi, Zack," Dwayne said, as Zack's big paw covered his more delicate hand, "it's great to meet you!" Give me a turn, I thought viciously. Don't hog the sex god! "Zack is the deputy who gives the group its name," Patrick explained. Finally, my twin, the unmitigated slut, dropped his hand and stepped away so I could meet this man who undoubtedly would fuck happiness right into my butt hole in a couple of hours. As he took my hand in his large, very strong, manly hand, I felt a jolt of electricity run straight from my palm through my torso and into my dick! I stared helplessly into eyes that discharged as much energy as a welding gun. "Won...der...ful," I stammered. When he looked a bit confused, I thought to add, "to meet you." Next to Zack stood the also spectacular Pablo in a white linen suit with a shimmering royal blue shirt that managed to catch my eye even though I had just met my own private Eros. Pablo's marvelous shirt reflected all the light in the room to bring my eye right to it, where I couldn't help but notice that it was unbuttoned to a point where I could actually see the top row of his extremely toned abs! Between the blue of the shirt and the white suit, Pablo's Cuban skin glowed like highly polished bronze. Fuck! Just seeing him made me want to do unspeakable things to his flawless body. When I remembered what he actually carried beneath the rather loose-fitting linen pants, my heart fluttered and my breathing faltered. Standing across the room from Pablo was the other new addition for the evening, He was almost as tall as us but much browner with dark eyes and hair. He was quite exotic looking (erotic, too, for that matter) with thick lips, a broad nose, and ears that even looked more solid than most guys. He was slender with a medium-sized musculature covered by a black pin-stripe suit over a thin gold sweater with a deeply scooped neckline. He was naked under the sweater so I could see the upper bit of his hairless pecs in between the points of his erect nipples. Damn, I almost fell into his chest in order to suck those babies right in! "I'm Martin," he announced as he clasped Dwayne's hand with his right and mine with his left. He squeezed sensuously and then released us. "Nice to meet you!" I said. "Likewise," that other Cooper twin added. Gale Lomax was to Martin's right, wearing a creamy tweed jacket over dark brown slacks topped by a pale yellow button-down collar shirt and a deeper yellow tie with green paisleys on it. He looked handsome and, uh, professional. Lastly, the beautiful Nick Pappas stood beside Gale, wearing a suit the color of the Aegean Sea on a crystal-clear afternoon. Under the suit he wore a white satin shirt open three buttons deep to show his smooth weight-lifter chest. When he smiled at me, the cleft in his chin seemed to wiggle seductively as his eyes bore into me. "So," Nick asked me, "Dwight or Dwayne?" "I'm Dwight," I said. "Dwight in white," my brilliant brother announced to everyone. "And wearing the chain," Pablo reminded everyone. "That's easy," Josh proclaimed. "Great," Patrick interjected. "Let's go get dinner." We had a lovely dinner at a rather posh steak and seafood restaurant in Asheville, where nine grown men without any women seemed to get noticed by everyone. Our large table was in a conspicuous location right in the middle of the dining room and our waitress seemed as if she couldn't decide which hunk she wanted the most. Afterwards we had a good laugh at her expense because she was so distracted. I was a bit more interested in the bartender, who was visible from my seat and seemed to spend an unusual amount of time surrepticiously observing us. Our conversation was, as you would expect, lively and flirtatious. My brother and I both had great fun. I was seated between the Greek God Nick and the Marlboro Man himself, Deputy Sheriff Zack Phillips. During the scrumptious meal, I learned that Zack had been married for about 7 years to a local girl named Christie and that they had two sons, 6 and 3 years old. He had grown up in nearby Marshall, North Carolina, and had worked in the Sheriff's Office since he was in high school. After earning a BS in Criminal Justice from UNCA in 1968, he had been hired full-time as a deputy. "I'll bet you are the hottest cop in North Carolina!" I drooled. He laughed. "I try not to think about that. I just try to be the hottest me that I can be." "Um, you do a magnificent job." We smiled at each other as his hand squeezed my thigh suggestively. "Will I get to see you in uniform?" "I expect you will. I get by the lodge in uniform on occasion." "If I'm lucky, maybe I can get you out of your uniform sometime." I looked so deeply into his eyes I could see his retinas. "Oooh," he said with a sexy wiggle of his eyebrows. "We'll be sure to make that happen someday." Well, by dessert I had enough fantasy to fill many a lonely night. That is, if I ever have even one of those in my life! From dinner we went to a small bar on a quiet street downtown. It was called O'Henry's and had a rather non-descript front room with a long wooden bar and a row of stand-up cocktail tables along the opposite wall. The horny boys who happened to be at O'Henry's early that evening were treated to a remarkable sight, I suppose. Reportedly, the bartender asked Patrick if we were from a modeling convention. Patrick's truthful answer ("No, a sex club.") was apparently treated as a big joke by the clueless drink maker. Not surprisingly, given the group's penchant for making sure everyone got acquainted, I found myself in a more-or-less private conversation with the tall, dark, and handsome Martin. Over a couple of rum and cokes, I got the chance to learn a bit about him. He had grown up mostly in Cary, North Carolina, where his mother was a chemistry professor at Duke and his father was a heavy equipment mechanic for the city. His parents had immigrated from a town called Martuni, located on the largest lake in Armenia, Lake Sevan. It was an old city with ancient castles and a medieval fort nearby. They'd come to the U.S. in 1948 so his mother could attend the University of Chicago. "That explains your gorgeous exotic looks," I observed. "I guess it does," he smiled, "just like your Irish heritage explains your special gorgeousness!" He commented that he learned the value of an education from his mother and the value of hard work from his father. At the time of our interview he had just turned 22 and had just received his BS in Chemistry from UNCA. Because of his love for the Deputy Boys, he was continuing in the master's program at UNCA. "So I will be around for at least two more years to enjoy your ass every week." I blushed. "God, I hope so!" We stayed for a couple of rounds of cocktails before Patrick suggested we had better things to do back at their house. About fifteen minutes later we were trooping back into their living room. Patrick told us to take a few minutes to "be sure you are fresh as little daisies" and to come back wearing nothing but our undies. When we returned to the living room several minutes later, Dwayne was wearing a pair of blue bikinis and I was wearing a pair of hot pink bikinis. To help everyone know who was who, I was still wearing my chain, which I was actually beginning to enjoy. We received appreciative cat-calls and whistles, which was great for our egos. A pungent odor and a slight haze hovered over the room as the guys passed a couple of joints around their circle. When we came in, Nick was lighting a third joint, which he promptly held out to me as I approached him. Gratefully, I took it and put it to my lips. For the next few minutes the nine of us consumed the three cigarettes that were clearly made from some high-grade, potent shit. When the joints were extinguished, some subtle signal set everyone in motion. In a single moment, Patrick and Nick took Dwayne to one sofa while Gale and Pablo took me to the opposite sofa. As if they were in a stage play together, Zack, Martin, and Josh stepped off to one end of the sofas. In the next moment, I had lost my cute bikinis and was placed onto my knees facing the back of the sofa. Instantly, hands gently parted my butt cheeks and a tongue began exploring my ass crack. I gasped as the tongue slipped down the furrow between my cheeks until it was positioned outside my sphincter. I groaned as the mustache brushed my crack and ass cheeks and as the warm wet tongue lapped gently at my rosebud, sending the first wave of erotic sensations deep into my brain and from there right into my testicles. I groaned again as my testicles churned in response to the very talented tonguing I received over the next 5 minutes. In mid-rimming, I managed to see that it was Gale giving my sphincter such a loving experience. From the corner of my eye, I could see Josh giving head to Zack and Martin in an alternating pattern. Though I couldn't see, I could hear Dwayne`s grunts, groans, and gasps coming, no doubt, from a similar experience to mine. Eventually a changing of the guard brought a fresh tongue to my hole and a fresh round of groans to my mouth. Although both Gale and Pablo had mustaches, I could actually tell the difference between Gale's bushy lip rug and Pablo's comparatively thin and manicured version. Damn, I thought, my ass is getting so talented! After a leisurely double rim job, manly fingers began gently probing deeper into me than the tongues had ventured. My prostate was rubbed and my sphincter was lubed from inside. As the fingers multiplied from one to four and the probes graduated from tentative and gentle to strong and purposeful, my groans changed from quiet breath releases to an endless series of monosyllable words such as "yes," "fu-uck," "oh," "gees," and "shi-it". (You academic types are probably saying to yourselves, "fu-uck and shi-it are actually two syllables." I'm a college graduate now and I know that, too. Please, just relax and enjoy the sex!) Again from the corner of my eye, I noticed movement at the end of the sofas when Martin started walking toward me and Zack headed off in another direction, toward Dwayne, I assumed. In a moment, Martin walked right up behind me. All the fingers quickly abandoned my prostate, much to my chagrin. However, all was soon forgiven when I felt a medium-thick cockhead push into my anus. "Oh, fuck yeah!" I articulated. The cock, which belonged to Martin, I was sure, pushed slowly into me without pause until I could feel wiry pubic hairs grinding against my butt cheeks. Martin paused for a moment before pulling out and then pushing back in much faster than the initial entry had been. "Oh, yeah!" I cried out as he penetrated my asshole a second time. "You like my dick in your hole?" Martin asked as he rammed me a couple more times. "Fuck, yeah!" I answered breathlessly. "Good," he said in a low register, "'cause I plan to put my dick in your hole a lot next year." "Oh, yeah!" I affirmed. He did put his dick in my hole a lot for the next few minutes before he pulled out. My hole had about 2 ½ seconds to rest before Gale sank his slightly thinner cock into me. Both guys were just over 7" in length, so I didn't strain with them, given my history of enjoying frequent fucks from Darrel's 8 ¼" and Denny's 7 ¾". Don't misunderstand; I wasn't disappointed, but I didn't have to stretch quite as much and that made it an easier fuck session for me. After a few minutes, Gale yielded my hole to Pablo, who was actually a fraction of an inch longer than even Darrel, much to my delight. With an energetic and rhythmic upturn at the end of his thrusts, Pablo worked my hole in a sexy new way that I enjoyed a lot from the first full penetration. Though my sexual tension had been building rapidly since the first tongue tickled my rosebud, Pablo shifted me into overdrive as he pounded away at my insides. While Pablo massacred my hungry hole, my cock drooled continuously onto the towel Josh had thoughtfully placed under me earlier. However, damn the humpy Hispanic (!), Pablo suddenly stopped moving inside me, holding his cock buried to the hilt for a couple of minutes while we both slid back from our sexual precipice. Patrick approached. After turning my head so we could share a sexy half-lip kiss, Pablo withdrew. Patrick slipped his big cock into place, kissed the back of my neck, and began to drill me with his entire 8". The gorgeous Scandinavian brought me back to the precipice before he frustratingly stopped moving inside me. After a few moments of stillness, he slipped out of me, helped me reposition until I was on my back on the sofa with my waist on one of the sofa's arms and my feet on opposite sides of my shoulders. "Are you comfortable?" he asked gentlemanly. When I nodded, he slammed his entire big cock all the way into me, knocking all the breath out of me in one loud "Fuck!" What followed was a spectacular deep reaming of my lower intestines along with an attendant rise in my need for release. Once, he paused and I was afraid he was going to forestall my orgasm again, but then he went on faster, as if he had paused to shift into high gear. Thankfully, he never slowed down again, fucking me hard and fast until my nuts blew and a big wad of cum sailed out of my piss-slit, arced across my body, and smashed onto the sofa somewhere over my head. The cumshot was so powerful it hurt, so I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Holy shi-it!" Then I trailed off into a nonsensical wailing sound that went on for the whole time my balls were emptying onto my face and torso. Patrick pulled out immediately to crash across my legs and aim his dick right at my mouth. His thighs straddled me across the backs of my thighs and his knees were tight against my body. His weight forced my legs back until I thought my hips would pop out of joint. His cock began shooting heavy streams of cum onto my lips and tongue, giving me a great taste-treat that lasted through about 5 nice shots before he fell back to finish his orgasm on my chin and neck. "Fuck, that was hot!" said Pablo from beside us as a new dick sought entrance to my love canal. I couldn't see who was pushing into me because Patrick's torso filled my vision, but I did know instantly that this was a very big dick. "Ho-oo!" I wailed as many thick inches stretched my hole even more than all the others had. He raced through my rectum in a couple of seconds, coming to rest deep inside. I gave him a welcoming squeeze, admittedly weak due to my orgasm less than a minute earlier, but strong enough to get a cock throb in reply. Pablo helped Patrick climb off me and I noted with no surprise that it was the marvelous lawman who had skewered me so notably moments before. Having fucked Dwayne for a while earlier, Zack was nearing his peak and wanting to cum. He spared no energy as he practically beat my hole with his nearly 9" billy club. Under this assault, my dick, which had faded a lot after its incredible show of force only a minute before, started refilling with blood. As my body shook from the dick slamming into me, my dick flopped about on my abs like a fish out of water. Had I not been so sexually aroused, I would have laughed at my silly-looking dick. But this was some serious sex Zack was giving me, so laughing was out of the question. Thanks to the stimulation Zack had gotten from Dwayne's ass earlier, he only pounded me for 8 or 9 minutes before screaming out in a voice as deep as the ocean, "Oh, fuck!" and then filling me with blast after blast of his prime sheriff's nectar. Pablo stood close by throughout our coupling, sometimes slapping my abs with his erection or stroking my cock a few times. Zack's dick had barely quit pumping before Pablo slapped his arm with that beautiful brown cock of his. Zack took the hint, smiled down at me, said, "Thanks, baby!" and pulled out. Pablo's hard 8 ½" slid right in as if my ass had been custom designed for it. The 20-year-old Cubano set a pace that allowed a complete insertion and a complete withdrawal in under a second and managed to maintain that pace until my balls were again in desperate need for release. Generous soul that he obviously is, Pablo held my sticky dicky, squeezing it sensuously while he pounded my ass. Both of us gasped, moaned, and groaned as our bodies tried to meld together through Pablo's repeated hard thrusts. Finally, his eyes bugged, I felt his dick expand, and he stroked my cock hard about three times. My balls slammed me, my dick swelled, and we both screamed as my mancream flew all over my torso and his mancream filled my accommodating asshole. Apparently, while I had labored to empty the big ballsacs belonging to Patrick, Zack, and Pablo, my slutty twin had managed to collect cumloads from Martin, Gale, Nick, and Josh. Josh and Patrick had broken ground for a guest house in the rear part of the backyard behind the pool, but only the foundation was in when we had our interview. With only two spare rooms and seven house guests, well, what could we do, but triple-up? So (pay attention now!), Gale bunked with our hosts, Dwayne entertained Martin and Pablo, and I entertained Nick and Zack. I understand Gale had some fun as the sandwich meat between Patrick on the top and Josh on the bottom. Apparently, Dwayne got fucked repeatedly by the hot Cuban stud-muffin and the hot Armenian stud. It's a good thing he likes exotic men! I sucked off Zack while Nick enjoyed my talented ass, then I got pounded into oblivion by Zack while I made out with the lovely Greek god Nick. Sleeping between the muscle-hunk Nick and the uber-masculine lawman Zack, I had some trouble calming down enough to fall asleep, but once I did, I slept like a comatose man! The interview weekend didn't end with our Saturday night fuckfest. We had some more intimate interaction in the hot tub on Sunday morning while Josh was preparing a hearty brunch for some very hungry guys. I realized this whole weekend was not as spontaneous and random as it seemed, because I was lifted out of the hot tub onto one of the chaise lounges by Pablo and Martin while Zack and Nick carried Dwayne to the other chaise. Clearly, this was a reverse of the sleeping arrangements from the night before. Then Gale joined us while Patrick joined Dwayne's topmen. When we finally broke for brunch, I had a load of Gale's DNA in my stomach and loads of Martin's DNA and Pablo's DNA in my rectum. Kindly, Gale felched most of the exotic cum from my ass and fed it to me. Talk about hot hors d'oeuvre! Likewise, Dwayne was dripping essence of Zack and Patrick until Nick cleaned his hole and fed him his treat. We took a few minutes to clean up and pull on our bikinis before sitting down to lovely omelets, crisp bacon, grits, fruit, and waffles. As we ate, the men explained that they would make a recommendation concerning us to the Board of Deputy Boys, which actually included Josh and Nick that year. My slutty twin offered an extra BJ to anyone who was unsure how to vote. I was mortified! In a prim and proper tone of voice, I noted, "A positive vote bringing us into the organization will result in a lifetime of free access to my asshole, as well as my throat." The grins, shouts of appreciation, and applause convinced me that we have a pretty good chance of getting an invitation. After brunch, the puppies were released from wherever Josh had imprisoned them while everyone started getting dressed and pulling their things together to return to the more mundane parts of their lives. Dwayne and I received long, warm hugs and passionate kisses plus quite a few butt squeezes from the departing Deputy Boys. When everyone had departed except us, we thanked Josh for all his work to make the weekend easy for us. Sappho and Lezzie made certain we knew we were loved and welcomed back to their house. Finally, we climbed into our Jeep and took off for Greenville. Oh, my God, what a hot, hot time I had in my audition for Deputy Boys! Um, excuse me, I mean that I had a pleasant interview. Darrel Denny and I had a quiet and romantic weekend while the twins were in Asheville. We even sent Danny off camping with his old friend Chase Meloni so we could be alone. Chase, who had just graduated from college, was pretty excited about that. When Dwayne and Dwight got home, it was clear they were exhausted and probably a bit sore in their butts. Denny suggested they spend some time in a hot bathtub and then take a nap before dinner. Gratefully they did exactly that. Danny and Chase got home while the twins were napping. Clearly they had spent the weekend fucking, too, so we sent them to the basement to clean up and nap while we prepared dinner. Denny roused all our sleeping kids at 6:45 while I was putting the T-bones on the grill. A few minutes later, we all sat down to steaks, baked potatoes, grilled zucchini and yellow squash, and iced tea Southern style (for you Yankees, that means with sugar, lime, and mint leaves). "How was your interview?" Denny asked the twins as we dug into dinner. "Hmm," Dwayne said as he chewed his bite of steak. "It was marvelous!" "Yes," Dwight agreed. "All the guys were fantastic and we both know we would love to be part of the group." "Who interviewed you?" Danny asked. "Patrick, Gale, Nick, and Pablo," Dwayne answered. "Group of hotties!" Danny grinned. "I'll say!" Dwayne agreed. "And we were joined for Saturday evening and overnight by Martin and Zack," Dwight added. "Oh, fuck!" Danny grinned. Turning to Chase, he explained, "Zack is the deputy sheriff and he is so hot you could cook steaks on his body!" "Fuck, yeah!" Dwayne agreed. "He's the most masculine man I ever saw." Denny turned to me and touched my forearm. "Honey, I think we've just been insulted." We all laughed, but Dwight quickly added, "No, Dad. Zack is off-the-charts masculine. He's the Marlboro man, Superman, and Tarzan all wrapped up into one." We laughed some more as everyone tried to imagine an amalgamation of those three characters. "You remember meeting Zack at one of the parties at the gym a few years ago, don't you?" Danny asked. We'd had a lot of great parties there and met some very hot guys, so it took me a minute to zero my mind in on one named Zack, a tall, extremely well-built, ruggedly handsome, hairy guy with a dick at least as big as mine. I remembered that he seemed to be able to fuck forever and every guy who got to be his bottom seemed to love the experience, including our sons. "I believe I do," I said. "And I am content to be less masculine than him." Everyone laughed, especially Denny. "I remember him, too, now that you guys remind me. Okay, I will admit he has me beat in the masculinity department." "But just a little," Dwight said. "Where did you get the chain?" Daniel asked Dwight. "Oh," he smiled as he fingered the simple chin around his neck, "Josh gave it to me. He said it was easy to keep track of who was who if I always wore the chain." "That's a good idea," Denny nodded. "I can't believe we never thought of anything like that." "I guess I'll keep wearing it and see how it works in the family, too." "Good," Denny said. "We really had a wonderful weekend," Dwayne added. "You'll love being a Deputy Boy," Danny testified. "I can't imagine not having those great guys as friends." "I wish I'd have gone to UNCA," Chase whined. "Nah," Danny said. "You wouldn't want to bottom that much." "Well," Chase grinned, "for the fabulous Zack, maybe I would!" Danny punched his friend playfully as we all laughed again. After some "sock it to me" cake (Okay, Yankees, that is an exquisite buttery cake with a cinnamon and brown sugar streusel topping and some powdered sugar icing.) served with chocolate ice cream, we called it a night. Chase had to work the next day, so he left right after dinner. I noticed that he and Danny spent a longtime hugging and kissing at the front door before Chase finally went outside. Danny was a bit quiet but happy as he helped us clean up the kitchen. Dwight and Dwayne went to bed quickly, being given the night off from any sex by Denny. So, I got one more night alone in his bed, with his lovely dick buried in my asshole for a very long, romantic time of making love. Dwight We are coming to the end of the story of how the Cooper family trains its sons to be sex gods. I'll just tie up a few loose ends here to provide a little closure to you, my faithful readers. Denny and Darrel were as happy as two peas in a pod keeping house together at our old farm. After we went off to Asheville, Darrel went into partnership with the owners of the Downtown Health Club and together they opened a more modern, suburban health club, which he manages. He also helps Coach Bert and Coach Joel with the training of a seemingly endless string of hot high school athletes. He and Denny help satisfy the coaches' need to bottom from time to time, too. After graduating from UNCA in 1973, David became a PE teacher and the assistant wrestling coach at a large high school in Charlotte, getting promoted to head wrestling coach a year later. He married Marie O'Brian, an English teacher at the same school, in 1976 and they had their first son, Duncan, in December 1977. David quietly carried on some of the "Marine Approach" training with a few of his most special athletes, even recruiting a couple of them to the Deputy Boys. Donny had gotten his Biology degree from UNCA in 1974 and then went to the University of Florida medical school. While there, he met a lovely woman named Rachel, who was also a med student. After they finished med school, they married and began both a private practice and a family in Savannah, Georgia. Donny continues to participate in DB weekends once in a while. He still loves to take a turn strapped into the sling or hand-cuffed to a bar on the wall, so he's very popular on leather weekends. Danny graduated from UNCA in 1976 and became the band director at the high school in nearby Brevard, North Carolina. Although he cannot be open around the town, he embraced his gayness and continues to participate with Deputy Boys as much as he can. Dwayne and I were invited to join the Deputy Boys when we enrolled at UNCA in the fall of 1975. It proved to be an amazing life for us, but that's a different story. I honestly think we will be together all our days. We'll always need other guys in our lives and our bed, but Dwayne will be the one I make life's major plans and decisions with, the one I'll love the most, and the one in whose arms I hope to be when I draw my last breath. The End