Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2019 16:06:21 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 6 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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Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 6 David The evening after Darrel introduced the small dildo to my ass and we had the excruciating breakfast featuring Don and Dan's merciless teasing, things got even more, uh, strenuous. After the usual workout, douche, shower, kissing, initial sucking, tonguing (I still loved that!), and fingering, Darrel unceremoniously greased up the small dildo and worked my ass with it for maybe five minutes. Of course, when we got to that point in the routine, my cock was painfully hard, drooling, and throbbing. My balls were starting to churn and my prostate was working overtime to produce lots and lots of juice. I was well into this delicious deep ass massage when Darrel casually pulled the dildo out. Moments later I felt something else against my relaxed sphincter. He shoved and I made like a shitter, which opened my ass enough for something thicker to gain entrance. It turned out the be the bigger dildo, the one that was about seven and a half inches long and about two inches thick. I could immediately feel the difference. Panic raced through my brain and I involuntarily clamped my ass. Thank God, Darrel knew what he was doing. He held the big dong perfectly still and gently rubbed my back. "You can take this, baby. It's just a little bit bigger. Trust me. You just have to relax again. You like the way the smaller one feels. This one will feel even better as soon as you adjust. I promise you. This is not too big." I pushed as he'd taught me to do and I felt my ass relax somewhat. "That's my boy, Dave. Now, we're coming in a little further." He waited a second and then the pressure increased, causing the dildo to invade an inch further. My asshole strained and managed to stretch wide enough to let the big cock inside. "Yes, babe!" Darrel encouraged me. "Push again." I did and got another inch of powerful stretching in response. Then Darrel pulled some of it back out until the end was barely inside the anal ring. "Here it comes." Slowly it slid up my channel pushing the walls out as it went. The flared cockhead bumped against my prostate and I moaned, "Oh, fuck," as my cock burped more precum onto the sheets. Still it pushed into me, not stopping this time until it had surpassed the depth the small dildo had reached. An inch or two more and the intrusion stopped. "You're a champ, honey," Darrel cooed. "That's all of it." Although I felt like my asshole was stretched like an over-filled balloon, I couldn't call it pain. In fact, judging by my twitching, dripping cock, it was quite pleasurable. "Fuck, it's big!" Darrel chuckled quietly. "Are you good, hon?" "I think so," I answered. He didn't withdraw the dildo for a minute or more. During this lull, he leaned down and placed a delicate little kiss in the middle of each butt cheek. My breathing was labored and deep, but my asshole was feeling pretty good. Slowly, the rubber cock slid out of me until only an inch or so was holding my sphincter open. Slowly it returned, bumping my prostate lovingly as it passed, pistoning in until the fake balls impinged my own balls. "Ooooooh!" I cried. Each thrust and parry was faster than the previous one until Darrel was pounding away at my delicate rump and I was moaning loudly. The dildo kept bumping my prostate sensually until I began feeling an impending climax. Sensing my state, I think, Darrel began talking in a very sensuous tone. "Baby," he breathed, "it's so beautiful, watching you take this big cock so deep inside. So deep. Umm. It feels so beautiful, too, doesn't it?" I could only moan in response. But my brain did register than it felt really, really good. "Yeah, baby, we're getting you ready, so you can take my big, hard manhood deep inside. Do you want that, honey?" "Yeah," I gasped. "Oh, yeah." I wanted him inside me. I wanted it so bad! "My cock in you is going to feel so amazing." Oh, fuck, yeah! All I could say was "Uhn." A thrust in and a pull out; my dickhead dripping like a leaky faucet. "You have to cum for me first. Okay?" "Uhn." He was going to fuck me. I would cum for him and he would give me his wonderful cock right where I needed it. The big rubber cock raked over my prostate. My balls roiled. My breathing was insufficient. The dildo began fucking me twice as fast. My moans grew loud and high. And continuous. "Yeah, baby! This is so good, isn't it? I moaned louder. My asshole was on fire! I loved it! "If you cum for me, you get my cock as a reward." My heart leaped at his promise! "Ooooooh!" I screamed. "If you cum for me now, I'll cum inside you, baby!" That did it. Imagining Darrel shooting his load in my ass as he fucked me pushed me over the edge. "Aai-eeeeey!" I bellowed. The dildo pounded my insides. "Aai! Aai! Aai! Aai!" The sensations were so intense, they mimicked pain. Each spurt of my spunk seemed to sear the interior of my cock. When my cries dropped to low moans, the dildo stopped at the end of a downstroke. I was in the process of collapsing when Darrel's strong arms lifted me slightly and turned me onto my back on our bed. The dildo was still buried in my ass. He leaned over me, placing my feet on his shoulders as he withdrew the dildo and immediately shoved his own, real, flesh-and-blood steely big cock through my sphincter and about four inches into my body. Darrel's flesh-and-blood cock filled me just a bit more comfortably than the dildo. I felt his warmth heating my asshole all the way down into me. Deep in my ass I held life. My cock was still drooling the last drops of my orgasm, but the knowledge of what had replaced that dildo sent my cock back to a rigid hardness. He leaned down onto my torso, forcing my legs back until my knees hit the mattress beside my pecs. I moaned. He kissed me deeply, with great passion. As his tongue strained to lick my tonsils he pushed his cock in further. Further. Past the point where the small dildo had reached. I moaned. My cock twitched and dripped, now held between our hard abdomens. My asshole strained to accommodate his thickness. His cock pushed further. Past the point where the bigger cock had stopped. He entered virgin territory, conquering it instantly. I cried out into his kiss. My cock throbbed like never before. Still he penetrated my straining hole. Another inch of me was pushed to its max. I moaned and cried. My magnificent lover had just claimed my deepest, most intimate place as his own! I sensed nothing would ever feel this intimate again. Finally, he stopped advancing. Just to feel the connection even more, I squeezed my ass. Darrel moaned into my mouth and then raised his head, pulling his lips away. "You are...so...tight," he stammered. Our eyes locked. "You are...so...fucking...huge!" I echoed. He grinned. "The better to fuck you with, my dear." To prove his point, he pulled back a few inches and then punched me. "Aaai!" I yelped. "Oh, fuck!" "Do you want me to fuck you?" I knew he could see the need in my eyes, but he wanted to hear it. "Yes. Fuck, yes!" He withdrew slowly until he was barely inside. He paused a second and then slammed his whole body forward, power-driving his thickness eight inches into my body. "Aaaaai!" I yelped. Again my brain marveled that he was actually fucking me, his long dong deep inside me. My cock twitched and throbbed. As he plunged in again, he asked, "What do you want me to do to you?" "Fuck me!" I shouted. "What?" He stopped moving again, dick nearly ready to slip out. "Fuck me!" I screamed. "Please!" His dick drove back inside with unrestrained power. We evolved into a pounding, drooling, yelping, moaning fuck-machine for several minutes. I kept screaming, "Fuck!" with each colossal thrust into my liquid insides. Our eyes were locked together. I'm sure he could see my impending explosion in my expression. When it came, it was so strong I'm sure I would have blown apart if his heavy body had not been lying across me, holding me to the mattress. "Aaaaaiiiii-yeah!" I screamed as a lightning bolt blasted forth from my penis, inundating our heaving torsos. He pumped me hard a couple of more times as I screamed and shot. Then he threw his head back and screamed, "Oh, Dave!" I felt his first shot scald my rectum. "Uhn! I love you, baby." Those special words drove me to a couple of additional shots from the emotional intensity of the moment. I couldn't count, but I'm sure each of us enjoyed at least ten shots of love-juice during that crowning minute of my training program. Darrel stayed inside me while we regained our breathing. He smiled down at me. "You were truly awesome, baby!" I had no words to adequately describe how I felt. Finally, I managed to sum up my feelings. "I love you, too." I felt his cock throb in my ass. My cock throbbed between us, swimming in a large pool of my splooge on my belly. He pulled back and pushed in to the hilt again. I moaned. He did it again. I moaned again. He pulled back and drove in once more. "Oh!" I said. "Do you want it again?" I smiled. "Absolutely!" This time Darrel lovingly fucked my ass slowly, deeply, passionately, as we kissed endlessly and the squish of his first load lubed our connection abundantly. After about fifteen minutes, I came again, not a gut-buster this time, but a languid rush of fantastic sensations that somehow included a release of some restraints on my heart. As I shot between us, I felt love pouring out of my heart and covering us, too. He didn't come then but continued to fuck me lovingly for another ten minutes or so before he gifted me with his second load inside me. I suspected this was the most complete deflowering any virgin had ever received! That night I slept in Darrel's warm embrace feeling completely safe and sound in the cocoon of his muscles. However, the next day a lot of troubling thoughts bombarded my brain, tearing down that sense of safety, obliterating my calm and the peace I had felt in my lover's arms a few hours earlier. After breakfast, Darrel retreated with Dad to his basement lair while the twins and the teens took off for the swimming hole. I stayed behind to clean up the kitchen after breakfast and to have some time to think. When I had the dishes cleaned and put away, I popped on my tennis shoes and took a walk into the woods for some alone time. My mind raced over the events of the past few weeks, since Darrel had ordered me into his bed and began "training" me to be a faggot. Just a few weeks ago, I was a regular straight guy who drank and played ball with his buddies while scoping out the girls and feeling them up whenever the opportunity came along. I'd had real sex a few times with a couple of different girls and I liked it. As far as I could tell, the girls had liked my technique well enough. They did come back for more, so I couldn't have been too much of a flop as a young heterosexual. All through high school I had been a good athlete, especially in wrestling and football. No one ever called me a fag and I never gave any thought to doing the nasty with a guy. But, that was then, and this was now, I thought. I sat on a rotting stump and buried my head in my hands. Now. I could barely think about now. Now, I thought, I've sucked cock a bunch of times and, worse than that, I really like it. That's almost as low as a guy can go. Everybody knows that. Now, I make out with a man every morning and every night. I play the role his wife or girl should be playing. He's so strong and masculine that I sometimes cannot believe he's actually kissing or caressing me. I love the feel of his tongue in my mouth. How disgusting! And last night! Oh, God! Last night! Fuck, I let him put his dick into my virgin ass! No, that's not true. I begged him to fuck me in the ass! Shit! I wanted it more than I ever wanted to fuck my girlfriends. That proves it, doesn't it? I'm a fucking faggot of the worst kind. There's no man in me anymore. I'm all faggot now. The guy I always thought I was is gone. Maybe that guy never existed. Maybe I was always a faggot waiting to come out and it took Darrel to recognize that. Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell can I do? I can never go back to a moment in my life when no man had ever violated my ass, stolen my masculinity. I wish I could blame Darrel, hate him for what he did to me. But the truth is, he told me he would not fuck me until I asked him to. And he kept his word. I had to beg him before he would put that glorious cock into me. And I'm such a faggot I shot off without even touching my dick! All I need to shoot a bucket is a hot dick up my ass. Oh! Hell, I don't even need that. A tongue or two fingers or a dildo is enough to bring me off if it`s working my faggoty ass. And the worst thing is I absolutely loved it – getting fucked. It felt so-o-o good! Those feelings were so intense. Umm. God, it was wonderful! Oh, damn, what's this? I wondered. My cock was tingling and plumping up as I remembered how it felt to get fucked. I raged internally. Fuck my stupid, faggoty dick! I'll just leave the house and go off where no one knows about me, start over. I can be a man again like I was. That's it. But why did that idea make me sad? I sat on the stump, wiping tears from my eyes. Damn! I'm crying like a...little girl! I can't let myself be a faggot. I'll leave and that'll take care of it. As soon as I thought about leaving, my sadness grew inexplicably deeper. To never see my brothers or Dad again? No way. Getting away from Darrel would remove the temptation to do faggy things, but the idea of never seeing him again was crushing. Imagining a future that didn't include his arms around me, his tongue in my mouth, his voice in my ear made me cry more. Never having his cock in my mouth or buried balls-deep in my ass was impossible to imagine. Face it, David, boy, you are such a faggot! My cock throbbed to emphasize this thought. I remembered the warmth of Darrel's embrace. "I love you," he had said. "I love you, too," I had said. Was that true? I wondered. I knew I didn't know very much about love, but I also knew I had feelings about Darrel I'd never experienced with a girl, or with anyone else. I thought I probably was in love with Darrel. I knew I couldn't just leave with the idea of never seeing him again. "Shit!" I cried aloud. I'm addicted to him! I concluded. Is that love? I didn't know. But I need to accept the fact that I am so addicted I cannot give him up, I thought. So, stop fooling yourself. My cock throbbed. You'd roll over and spread your legs for him any time. You are definitely a faggot, so you might as well be happy with that. I wiped my eyes and stood up. I walked down to the swimming hole where four good-looking boys were frolicking in the pond, cocks and balls flopping in the water, pale asses reflecting the sun's rays, and laughter tickling my ears. I paused and looked at them, smiling. I loved them, too, every one of them. One of the twins spotted me and waved. "Look who showed up," he said to the others. Everyone looked at me and Dan called out, "Strip and come on in!' I did. Instantly they were all over me, rubbing their tight young bodies against mine, grabbing my hair, my arms, my legs, my ass, and, yes, my semi-hard dick. For a few minutes I forgot my angst and enjoyed this tomfoolery with my bros. Later, we walked back to the house, just being kids for a little while. We banged into the breakfast room and caught Dad and Uncle Darrel making a bunch of sandwiches for lunch. Dad looked more relaxed than he had in a couple of years, but his arms and pecs looked a little flabby. He had always been a rock-solid man, but he'd been a couch-potato too long, I feared. I grabbed him into a chest-to-chest hug and pressed his back for a long time. I nuzzled into his neck below his ear and planted a big, wet kiss in his stubble. He held me a little stiffly. I pulled my lips across his chin to his ear and whispered almost silently, "I miss you, Daddy." He shook slightly and hugged me tighter. Around us swirled our whole clan, but I clung to him until finally Dwight punched me in the side. "Give the rest of us a chance," he said. Slowly, Dad and I disengaged. He looked at me with watery eyes. "I love you, son." Dwight pressed between us and Dad pulled him close. Dad mumbled into Dwight's neck and I heard Dwight's response. "I love you, too, Dad." Darrel was watching me out of the corner of his eye as he smeared mayonnaise on a bunch of slices of bread. I rinsed my hands at the sink and reached for the lunchmeat. As we worked side by side, he leaned into me. When I turned toward him, he whispered, "Your dad and I are very proud of you, of how much you've progressed." I wondered just what he told Dad. "You told him?" I asked quietly. "Of course. I may be doing the training, but I'm doing it for him as much as I'm doing it for you." He looked pointedly into my eyes. "And you're not getting anything out of it for yourself, huh?" I teased, reaching into him to tweak his cock through his boxers. He jumped back and grinned wickedly. "I'm getting the best pay-off I could ever hope for." "Don't you forget it!" Dwight That afternoon, Dad sat with us through the entire televised game between the Yankees and his Atlanta Braves. All of us were thrilled to have our Dad back, even for something as simple as a baseball game. He was quieter than usual, but he smiled and commented when the Braves scored. He and Darrel shared a six-pack of Budweiser while the rest of us went through two liters of Coca Cola. I noticed Uncle Darrel staying close to Dad, paying very close attention to his every move. It was sweet and for the first time I understood how much they loved each other. After the game ended, all seven Cooper men descended into the workout room. Dad did a modified routine for the first time in many months. He got a bit depressed at how much strength he had lost since his last workout, but Darrel talked to him about rebuilding by being consistent in the weeks ahead. I was touched by their interactions. Actually, all my brothers showed their best sides that afternoon. It was a wonderful time of just enjoying being together. Later Dwayne told me he thought it was the first time we had really been a family since Mom died. Darrel had spent a lot of time with Dad in the basement bedroom ever since his arrival from Tampa. They would close the door and we wouldn't hear anything from them for a couple of hours and eventually Darrel would re-appear. For several weeks Dad didn't even come out, but then he began joining us for dinner and a few weeks later he came to breakfast and lunch, too. That first afternoon of watching the game and working out together was a really big deal for all of us. Though Dad still suffered from depression for several more months, once he came out of his room to be with us, things improved markedly for all of us. From that point on, we could see some improvement in him almost every time we saw him. He talked a bit more, looked us in the eye more, and seemed to care more deeply about everything. I think all of us grew stronger and happier as we saw the evolution of Dad's mood.