Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2019 16:29:53 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 8 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 8 Donald I couldn't believe how completely queer my big brother had become. To tell the truth, I was heartbroken. He was the guy I had tried to emulate at every step throughout my life. He was the one who could do no wrong in my eyes. No matter what the situation, he could always tell me or show me just how to handle it. I remember when I was afraid of the older boys when I started into junior high school. Dave told me to never be afraid and if I had to do it, I should punch them. He even showed me how to do that. When I started into sixth grade, I had great confidence and was accepted by the tough guys as one of them. That has made all the difference to me ever since. After Mom got sick, it was Dave who quietly took over what she and Dad couldn't manage. Because of him, our family stayed together and functioned through the worst possible situation. Why wouldn't I idolize him? But this was the South, the center of the Old Confederacy just a century after the great loss in the Wa-wah. Queers were lower than women, darkies and spics. They voluntarily gave up being men. And when the manliest of them all, namely my Marine-hero Uncle Darrel turned out to be queer, well, my whole world was blown over. And for Darrel to train Dave to take his cock up his ass! Oh, God! I convinced myself that Dave was just doing what Darrel forced him to do so I could still look up to my brother. But, fuck, shit, fuck! When Dave made such a production out of kissing Tanner on the lips in our front yard that day, I wanted to kill someone, but I couldn't figure out who. That night I heard the moaning, groaning, and panting that was unmistakably Dave getting soundly fucked by Darrel. I lay awake half the night trying to make sense out of what was happening to the men in my family. Clearly, Dad was okay with Darrel fucking Dave every night and that blew my mind, too. Was Dad so far gone he didn't care if his oldest son was being queered completely? Early in the morning, I reached the conclusion that I could do nothing about Dave's choices, but I could control mine. No way in hell am I going queer; I don't care how Darrel threatens me! David The Fourth of July fell on Friday of the weekend after the camping trip. Darrel had been invited to Hilton Head to attend a party that weekend. He insisted I go with him as the finale of my training. Connecting the party with my [sexual] training both excited and frightened me. When I tried to get some details about how the party was related to my training, he was silent. But he would not take "No" for an answer. When I found out the party would last from Saturday afternoon to Monday afternoon, I got even more nervous. While I was working one day, Darrel went off to Charlotte to do some shopping and have lunch with the friend who was hosting the festivities. That night after we had stripped for bed, he showed me his purchases for the party. When he picked up a bag from some store called "Hot Guys", my heart dropped a bit. When he pulled out two little Speedos, I mumbled, "Oh, no!" "Oh, yes," Darrel said with a chuckle. He laid them out side by side on the bed. Both were low- cut briefs almost as tiny as bikinis. My heart stumbled in its rhythm as I imagined wearing one of those in front of strangers. He pointed at one that was a series of horizontal red and white stripes that certainly looked like flag material. "Yours," he said. "Fuck," I croaked. The other Speedo was dark blue with white stars plopped around it. Of course, it looked like flag material, too. "Mine," he said and pointed at it. "What kind of party is this?" I demanded, but I was fairly certain I knew. "It's just a group of about a dozen vets and their friends." "All men?" "Sure." "Gay men?" "Maybe a few, but mostly they're like you and me." "Meaning?" "They like men as well as women. What else?" I could hear the irritation in his voice. He tossed the Speedos onto a chair before pushing me down onto the bed and lying beside me, rolling over until he was draped over my one leg and shoulder. "Don't be upset or angry, baby. It's time you experienced some other men besides just me. This is a great opportunity. You'll meet some hot guys and have some hot sex, I'm sure." "God, Darrel, I don't need to meet any other men to get all the hot sex I could ever want." He smiled. "I think there's a compliment buried in there." "I didn't mean to bury it. Look, man, you've opened a whole new world of, uh, pleasure to me. Every day I get all the great sex I can handle just from you." "You're sweet," he said as he leaned into me to kiss my lips. "But you and I aren't going to be together much longer. I have to start Donald's training and you have to go to college. And this party could be key to how much you enjoy college." I didn't like it when he talked about me going away and us not being together. But, what about college? "What does the party in Hilton Head have to do with college in Asheville?" "My friend John, the host, went to college at UNCA. He graduated three years ago, but when he was a sophomore, I think, he was one of the founders of a club there. It's very secretive so don't tell anyone about it. I don't even think it has a name. Anyhow, I want you to meet John because he can get you into the club if you want and if he thinks you're a good fit for the club." "Why do I need to join a stupid club?" "I don't think you would find it stupid. It's for guys like us." I stared at him, figuring he meant men who like men. "Yes, guys who appreciate the high quality of sex with other men. So, it's a small group of students and a few alumni like John who get together regularly to enjoy what you and I do every night. You're going to need some way to meet those needs and this would be a perfect solution, I think. So, I want you to get over your inhibitions, relax, and come with me to this party to have a hot, sexy time and to open the door for possible membership in John's club." I could see he truly cared about me and wanted this because he thought it would be good for me. I touched his arm. "Darrel, I love you!" I kissed him. "Now I get it. I'm supposed to look my sexiest and be nice and open with John and maybe some others, so he will feel I'm worthy to be in his sex club. I can do that. And you're right. It will be hot!" We made love for the next two hours and it was glorious! On Tuesday morning the week of the party, as the taste of his cum lingered on my tongue, Darrel nonchalantly announced that I would be sleeping with my dad that night. "Wha-at!?" "He's finally ready to participate in your training and wants to have some time alone with you before we go to the party. You may not realize this, but the party is like your exam for the training. If everything goes well there, then your submission training will be essentially concluded. We'll move on to begin Donald's training next week and start training you to be dominant." Now, that was an eye-opener! Training me to dominate? This was very sudden and terrified me for reasons I didn't immediately understand. "Well, what about us? Where will I sleep?" Darrel smiled lovingly. "You'll move back to your room. Sometimes you might sleep with Denny and sometimes perhaps with Donald and me. But Donald will be with me every night once we start." Why did I feel like I just got demoted to second fiddle? I guess Darrel could tell I was not taking this news well. "Please, Dave, don't feel bad. Actually, you should feel very good. Denny and I are quite proud of you. We didn't know how well it would go to start your training at 18 when it should have started at 13 or 14. You've done exceedingly well and that's why we can consider graduating you and beginning Donald's time so soon. Besides, you'll be going away in a couple of months anyhow." "But, I like ... being with you," I protested haltingly. He drew me into his chest and kissed my cheek. "Baby," he sort of pleaded, "I like being with you, too. You're so incredibly sexy and I love that when we fuck you cum without any work on your cock. That's very hot! You're a very good person to spend time with. You're going to make every man or woman you're ever with very, very happy." He kissed me gently on the mouth. "I love you, Davey. I always will. But we are not meant to be exclusive lovers. You have to move on in your life to college, maybe the service, to jobs, to girls if you choose, to other guys if you choose that. I'll always have a place in my heart for you and I will give you my cock any time we have the opportunity. But, you have to follow a lot of other interests and relationships. We aren't breaking up or ending a good thing." "Why does it feel like that?" "Um," he scratched his chin. "Maybe you've gotten used to being with me. Somehow it feels normal to you. Now I'm saying your world is going to change." "What if I don't want it to change?" He chuckled. "You are smart enough to know that anything that brings some new pleasure or happiness will have to cause some change in life. Please, just relax and trust me." "I don't think I'm going to like it." "Now, David," he said with some sternness creeping into his voice, "you didn't think you were going to like the training, but I think we can agree you like it a lot, right?" "Yeah," I said begrudgingly. "Hell," I said with more enthusiasm, "I love it!" "You're going to love these changes, too. We're just branching out to find a lot more ways to share love in this world. Babe, it's going to be an amazing life and the future starts tonight when you get to know Denny in a more intimate way." Luckily, that day at the ranch, I was just painting the outside of the old bunkhouse. Since that task didn't take much brainpower, I was able to think over what Darrel had told me and also what was about to change in my life. Everything he had said was true. It was time for me to grow a "set" and act like a man. I needed to suck up my whiny feelings and embrace the excitement of the new opportunities coming at me very quickly. Over the past few weeks, I had been noticing what a very, very handsome man Denny Cooper was, even if he is my dad. He's 37 years old, stands an inch over six feet, and is heavily muscled in his legs, arms, back, and chest. I think he weighs about 210 and is solidly muscled. Since he started working out with us, he's lost a slight paunch while his arms, pecs, lats, and even glutes show a tightness that's extremely sexy. Being a little older makes him even handsomer. His hair is thick and dark with a few gray hairs at his temples and right at his hairline along the right side of his forehead. Those few hairs fan out over the black hair as he combs it back from his forehead. His face has taken on a ruggedness that goes well with his big muscles and his body hair. He's like the Marlboro man. Oh, what a hottie! And his ass is spectacular, high, tight, and well-rounded from his workouts. It's so firm it's hard to the touch. Yes, we played some grab-ass recently. So, becoming Dad's trainee (lover?) should not be considered a bad thing. Somewhere inside, I had a gnawing discomfort about the idea of having sex with my father, but I knew I could ignore that. After all, I'd been having a lot of very hot sex with my uncle for almost a month now and seemed to have been able to ignore that taboo. What's one more smashed taboo? That night at dinner, the announcement was made to the other boys. I would be graduating to have Dad as my chief trainer and Darrel would begin Donald's training tonight. Donald seemed very uncomfortable with this sudden realignment of the dynamics of our family life. After dinner, while the twins and Dan cleaned up the kitchen, Darrel supervised as I removed the few personal items of mine that had accumulated in his room. Quickly I was cleared out and reorganizing my old room. Meanwhile, Darrel directed Don as he prepared to start sleeping with Darrel. When we'd completed all this moving and shuffling, Darrel told me to go to Dad. Wearing only a pair of powder blue low-cut briefs Darrel had given me, I grabbed a couple of beers and went to the basement. When I knocked at the door, Dad answered quickly. He pulled the door open and stood before me in all his natural glory, substantial cock hanging over big balls, plump and juicy as a ballpark frank. I couldn't believe my attention went right to the family jewels. "Beer!" he grinned. "That was very thoughtful, Dave. Come on in." He stepped aside and I came in. He closed the door and turned toward me. I held a beer out toward him. As he took it, he said, "Just put your, uh, clothes on the chair." I did as commanded and he led me to the bed. We sat on one side, close together and he put his arm around my back, hand lying seductively along the dimple at the side of my hip. Quietly he told me how proud he was of my growth during my training. "Darrel tells me you'll be going to a big party this weekend and there will be a chance to share what you've learned with others. He assures me you're ready, that you're fully trained and just need wider experiences to solidify your learning. I wanted us to have a few days together before you move out so much in the wider world. I've been looking forward to this day ever since Darrel, your grandfather, and I talked about the training." We talked like that for a while as we consumed our beers. Then he took me into the bathroom and handed me an enema bag, which told me volumes about what was expected. "Call me when you're ready to shower," he said and walked out. When I was done with my douche, I called him and he took me into his shower, where we soaped each other and ran our soapy hands over every nook and cranny of each other's body. This process relaxed me a lot. When he leaned into my chest and sought out my lips, I was ready. We explored each other's mouths for a long while. Our two raging erections were testament to how much we enjoyed making out in the shower. Back in the bedroom, he pushed me down onto the mattress and straddled my body in a classic 69. He alternated between sucking my dick and licking my hole and I couldn't tell which turned me on more. The net effect was that I popped my nut before he did, so he pulled out of my jaws and turned around to kiss me. After a slow, loving kiss in which he shared some of my sperm with me, I felt his finger probing at my hole. Soon it was spreading lube around the inner surface of my sphincter, spreading my ass ring for later, and massaging my prostate. I moaned and a second finger slid in. He worked me like a Stradivarius, adding a third finger as we went into the second verse. "What do you want me to do to you?" he asked sweetly. Somehow I knew what he wanted to hear. The good thing was that what he wanted to hear was actually the truth. "I want you to put your big cock in my tight hole and fuck me. Please, Sir!" He grinned. "As you wish, baby!" He kissed me once more, then backed away, removing his fingers at the same time. He lifted my legs over my torso until my knees were almost hitting my pecs. With one hand, he held his big piece against my hungry hole and I held my breath. "I'm going to love you in a whole new way now, baby," he cooed to me. "Open up for me, honey." The pressure against my anus increased five-fold as he looked deeply into my dark blue eyes with his green ones. My sphincter yielded happily and his greasy cock slid several inches into me. His cock was a fraction of an inch shorter than Darrel and also slightly thinner. Though it was not a big difference, my ass was able to take him very easily with no pain at all. "Oh, yes!" I cried in ecstasy. He held still about three inches deep inside me, giving me the chance to adjust. I didn't need the time and wanted the fuck – now! So, I grabbed both his hard ass cheeks and began pulling him into me. At the time I didn't realize what slutty behavior this was. His eyebrows went up surprised, but he pushed on into me for several seconds until his balls slammed my balls. I said, "Ooof!" "Oh, baby, you feel so tight and hot, too!" "Fuck me, Da--!" No, I couldn't call him Dad at a time like this. Instantly he understood. "Denny," he instructed. I nodded. "Fuck me, please, Denny." Each thrust brought with it a breath of supreme sensory overload which quickly took me from a place of rational thinking to a place of instinctual, guttural reaction. Thrust. Moan. Thrust. Pant. Groan. Thrust. Groan. Squeeze. His surprised groan. Thrust. Ooze of precum. Moan. Thrust. Groan. Squeeze. Groan. This pattern was repeated a hundred times until my overworked gonads launched the firing sequence that quickly resulted in my boiling boy-cream surging upward through my cock until it blasted out onto my chest, torso, and belly. As I screamed and came, he released his big load into my ass for a delicious minute. We talked and rested for a few minutes before we cuddled up to go to sleep. Him spooning me soon caused two more erections and another fucked out load filling my poor asshole. I awoke with his dick stretching my ass as we prepared to begin another day in the Cooper home. Our first night together set a precedent for the entire week as I was thoroughly fucked by my father's big cock several times each night, taking his loads deep into me and giving my own loads to the sheets, the shower tile, my belly, and once at three a.m. to the grass behind our house. (That was really hot!) Almost every night he also allowed me to taste his yummy cum. By the time of the weekend party, I was firmly connected to Denny in my heart, my body, and my internal chemical makeup. It was a beautiful, very sexy week. Donald When Darrel announced at dinner that my training would begin that night, I was caught off- guard. I was stupid and naïve not to realize that Dave was as queer as he could get so his training must be nearly complete. Darrel had made it clear weeks ago that I would get "trained" as soon as he was done training Dave, so why was I surprised after that disgusting display with Tanner, who I had admired as one of our best athletes in school? At first, I refused to move into Darrel's room, but Dad talked to me for a little while after dinner and practically begged me to give it a shot. So, against all my best judgment and Christian morality, I moved in, expecting just to stay a night or two until Darrel accepted that I wasn't going queer for him or anybody else. When the door closed on Darrel and me, naked in his room together, I fought down a moment of panic when I realized how much bigger he is than me. We're the same height at about 6 feet, but he probably has a good 30 to 40 pounds on me and it's all hard muscle. In a fight, there was no way I could best him. At his instruction, we climbed into bed and lay beside each other as he gave me the introduction to the training, telling me that I would learn to maximize my own pleasure from sex and that I would also learn to maximize the pleasure of my partner, whether that partner was male or female. It sounded pretty cool the way he described it. As we talked, Darrel casually fiddled with his cock, rubbing it a little, stroking a bit, and just fondling it. Gradually it puffed up, eventually becoming the biggest erection I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but wonder how it felt to the touch. Darrel asked about my sexual experience and I said there had been none other than making out and minor petting with my girlfriend Gloria last year before we broke up. In spite of my disinterest in having sex with Darrel, I couldn't ignore his hard and drippy cock. I think seeing his arousal made my dick gradually fill with blood, eventually becoming rock hard on my belly. Suddenly, Darrel opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lotion. He squirted a glob on his dick and another on mine. I was shocked more by the intimacy of his assumption that I wanted it than by the coolness of the liquid. He smeared it down his shaft and, after a moment's hesitation, I followed suit. Without saying anything, he simply rolled over and scootched himself over until he was lying right atop my body, our dicks smashed together between our bellies. His legs slid off mine until his knees held my thighs in a vise-like grip. Then he started slowly humping me, rubbing our greasy cocks up and down between us. Although Dan and I sometimes jacked off together in our separate beds, this was the first time anyone else had ever touched me in a sexual way. I wanted to throw him off me and run out of the room, but... The feeling. It was very strange, but it felt so very good. Shit, this was sexy and pushed me to a level of horniness I had never experienced before. Hell, I usually beat off three times a day, but, in spite of my revulsion, this was way more exciting than beating off. I loved the way my cock felt as his big erection slid up and down alongside my shaft, transferring some kind of sexual energy into me with each slide. The hairs on his belly tickled as his belly moved on my cock, too, like a live thing. I could barely breathe from his weight on my chest, but also from the exertion of my body in its response to his movements. I felt my balls tighten and, before I could stop it, cum started spurting out of my cock, coating my belly, abdomen, and even my pecs in sticky semen. Of course, it got all over Darrel's abdomen, too, and I was very embarrassed. But he didn't miss a thrust against me. He nuzzled my ear and said softly, "That was great, buddy! It felt fantastic, huh?" All I could do in answer was to moan. "Yeah, I knew it," he said with a chuckle as he fucked my belly. For maybe a minute, my body felt deliciously relaxed. Then Darrel's unrelenting humping made my dick start hardening again and I felt that sort of anxious feeling you always get when you've started to jack off. After a few minutes, Darrel began thrusting a little harder and a little faster. I could tell he was breathing hard and I could hear very soft groans with each push against me. "You're gonna cum for me again, aren't you?" "Maybe," I answered breathlessly. "Yeah, baby, let's do it together, okay?" "Uh?" Without missing a beat, Darrel brought one leg over mine, nestling his knee into the mattress and pushing my thighs apart. With the next heartbeat, his fingers started playing with my balls. They were already churning and his tickling just amped up the sensations. With fingers still moving rapidly on my ballsac, I felt a lone finger rub against my asshole. A feeling so intense it felt like electricity shot through my nerves, forcing a loud "Unh!" from me. The finger rotated and forced the edges of my ass to withdraw slightly. Unexpectedly, he kissed my lips, which were parted to draw in air. His tongue invaded me before I could react. Simultaneously his thick finger invaded my ass, ramming straight into me its full four inches or so. I moaned into his mouth, his finger wiggled, a far bigger electric jolt raced to my brain, and my cock blasted another series of sticky wads all over me, or us, I guess. Darrel blew a big breath of air into my lungs and joined me in emptying his balls between us. We lay like that for several minutes awash in our semen. His finger continued moving slowly in my ass with our lips still connected, his tongue moving gently against my lips and tongue as we recovered our breathing. When we went to sleep, he cuddled me against his chest, semi-hard cock pressed against my ballsac and thighs. I couldn't believe how amazing those two orgasms had been. They were miles ahead of the orgasms I got from my clumsy masturbation efforts. I also couldn't believe how much he had queered me in just one night. Not only had he made me cum twice, but he had kissed me deeply for a long time. And I had enjoyed the kissing a lot more than kissing Gloria or the three or four other girls I had kissed before. And his big, warm, hairy body practically enfolding me felt so comfortable, so safe, so... fuck it... so right! In the next three nights and mornings, before he went away with David for the weekend party, he coerced me into mutual masturbation as he continued to stick that finger up my ass and hit that spot that made my cock bounce and shoot instantly. Several times, he scooped up some of his cum and fed it to me. The first time I thought I would gag. The fourth time I eagerly sucked it off his fingers as he held them before me. The last night I licked all the cum I could get off his belly and abdomen, even cleaning out his belly-button. And our kisses became longer, deeper, and even more amazing. On our last evening together before they departed, I realized I was not looking forward to being separated from him. I would miss the orgasms, the taste of him, the kisses, the cuddling, even the conversation.