Date: Sun, 12 May 2019 23:50:00 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 17 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 17 Darrel While our boys and Tanner were swimming that afternoon, Denny and I had one of our periodic check-in sessions about the progress of their training. We both felt David had covered it all and was now an accomplished deep-throater, bottom, and top. He was properly submissive and was doing well at taking on the dominant role with Donny. He was adaptable and we felt he was ready to accept the sexual demands of the UNCA club when the term began in a few weeks. Donny had surprised us at what a submissive bottom he was. We agreed that he obviously gets off on being dominated and is drawn to leather and restraints. With his 17th birthday only a couple of weeks away, we decided we would try to find a place to have a leather-themed party. We thought Donny would simply be beside himself at that. He was still a week or two from being ready to begin training to top and we needed a suitable bottom for that part of his training. We decided it was time to begin the early training for Daniel before David left for college as it would be useful to have him take over some of that work. As far as we could determine, Dan already knew the gist of the training and was anxious to begin, so we felt we could begin at our convenience. With David increasingly helping with Don's training, we should have time to focus on Dan as needed. With luck, we could be almost complete with Donny and Danny's training by the time school started. The next night I took David shopping again. We went to the adult bookstore on Washington Ave. and found our favorite clerk behind the display case of "toys." A middle-aged, heavy-set man was at the counter buying a couple of dirty magazines and a bottle of flavored lube. The clerk glanced up as the door opened and paused in his work for a few seconds to stare at us. We waited patiently while the clerk hurried to complete his transaction and shift his attention to us. When we were alone in the store, the clerk smiled widely and said, "It's great to see you! I've been wondering if the restraints and, uh, other goodies took care of your needs." I grinned at him. "They did," I said. Then, leaning across the counter, I continued, "Actually, they weren't needed for this boy." I tilted my head toward Dave, inspiring the clerk to look at him, too. "They were needed for his younger brother." Involuntarily, the man gasped. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. His face took on a redder hue, his breath caught in his throat, and his lips quivered so that he couldn't speak. "We had to restrain him to prevent, um, unauthorized orgasms, if you recall." Speechless and breathless, the man nodded, his fingers fluttering towards his throat. "Well, the restraints and, um, stallion guard cage were very effective. So effective, in fact, that we learned something very important about the young boy." Very quietly, the man whimpered and a spot of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth. I bit my lip slightly to keep from laughing. This was so funny! "Yes, quite surprisingly, we discovered that the lad is very drawn to, uh, bondage." "Oh!" the clerk exclaimed. I leaned a little closer across the display case and he leaned in toward me. I whispered softly, "When we put him in restraints, he ... actually ... begged ... to be ... fucked." "Oh!" the man gurgled and panted. He squirmed and squeezed his eyes closed. I glanced at Dave who also seemed to be enjoying the effect of the discussion on the old clerk. Turning back to the clerk, I said, "Since he likes leather so much, I thought we ought to get him some leather as a birthday present. What do you think?" "Um," he gasped as he pulled himself together to speak. "Yeah, uh, we've got most anything you might want." He glanced around the store. "Uh, leather chaps? A leash and collar?" "Maybe next year. I'm not sure he's ready to go quite that far so soon." "Of course." He looked back at David and me. "May I ask, uh, how old he is?" He seemed to hold his breath as he waited for my answer. I waited a moment to prolong his anticipation. "Um, he's 16 now." The man groaned almost under his breath. "He'll be 17 on the 29th," I added. "I ... see. Um, how about a leather vest and briefs? Or a leather jock strap?" I turned to David. "He'd look hot in that, wouldn't he?" Playing into his role as my submissive, David said with a slight grin, "Yes, Sir, he would." The old man groaned again. Lost in his imagination, the clerk stared vacantly at David for a moment. "Could we see the briefs and jock?" Brought out of his fantasy, the clerk said, "Of course." He stood slowly, adjusted his erection in a pair of loose jeans, and led us to the back of the store where there was a rack with several dozen pairs of leather briefs hung on hangers. "Size?" "Um," I thought. "What do you think?" I asked David. "A couple of inches smaller than me," David said thoughtfully. "28 inches, I guess." The clerk groaned and flicked his tongue to the corner of his mouth. He pawed through his merchandise for a moment and pulled out a particular item. "This is an extra small thong that should be, uh, delightful on the, uh, boy." "Hmm," I said before shaking my head. "I don't think we want a thong, at least not for his first leather." "Of course. Something a bit more, uh, innocent, perhaps," he said in a voice filled with irony. Running his fingers through the others, he finally produced a brief that had leather strings on each side. "This one might do nicely. It has adjustable strings on each side, so it could be enlarged a bit as he grows older. The smallest size is 26 inches, so about an inch opening along each side should make it fit perfectly." "A peak-a-boo effect," I noted. "Why, yes," he said, adding, as if it was a new idea to him, "I suppose it would be." "Practical and sexy. I rather like that." The clerk smiled. "I thought you might." I looked at the $19.99 price tag and said, "I'll take it." "Wonderful!" Holding the hanger, he stepped a few feet to the side of the room. "Our vests are here." A row of a couple of dozen vests hung there. Pushing through them, he pulled one out. "This is a small. Do you think that would fit?" I touched the front and he added, "It doesn't need to come together in the front, so this could fit a small, uh, guy or an average guy, either one." "Definitely." A $29.99 tag hung discreetly from the side seam. "I'll take this, too." "Anything else? Jock?" "Not today. This will be enough for now. I have to save something for Christmas, right?" He snickered and I could see him imagining this young kid in assless chaps and a dog collar. "Well, then we'll just ring these up for you." He led us back to the counter and totaled up the order. I handed him three $20 bills and he counted out the few dollars in change. "There is one other thing," I said. "Anything!" he said eagerly. "Um, since this is a very special occasion, I am considering throwing him a birthday party he'll never forget." The man leaned across the counter toward me. "How can I help?" "I'd like to find a place where we could have a very, um, private party where he can wear these new, uh, clothes." "A leather party?" He moaned. "Uh-huh. It'd be simply awesome if it was someplace that had a ..." I paused for effect as the clerk hung on my words, breathlessly. I dropped my volume and whispered, "A, uh, sling." "Uh!" he gasped and squirmed on his seat. "A party with ... a sling ... for the ... boy," he said to himself. He wiggled and shook a bit, rather strangely, and seemed completely disconnected from us for several seconds. For a moment I thought he might be having a seizure, or maybe a stroke or heart attack, but after a few seconds, he seemed to settle down so I figured it wasn't anything life threatening. When he finally opened his eyes again, he looked embarrassed and his breathing was quick and shallow. I caught a whiff of the odor of fresh cum. I thought, fuck! He just shot off! It was all I could do to keep from screaming in laughter. I paused until the clerk, face very red now, finally looked into my eyes. "Yes," I said, "a sling. Uh, would you happen to know of a place that might have one and also would let us rent it out for an evening?" He wiped his brow with a handkerchief he pulled from his cash drawer. "I think I do, but, uh, could you excuse me for just a moment?" "Of course," I said. He slid off his stool and dashed through a door behind him. Dave and I exchanged a humorous look and giggled slightly for a moment before he returned. The front of his jeans looked damp over much of one side. To cover his actions, he said, "I was looking for a business card." Then, in a rather poor act, he pretended to think of something. "Oh, I moved it over here." He opened the cash drawer and rooted around for a few seconds before producing a card, which he handed to me. The card was for the "Downtown Health Club" with a phone number and an address on Broadus Avenue near North Street. "A health club?" I asked. "Yes," the clerk responded. "It's partially owned by one of the owners of the bookstore and I know they have private parties after hours sometimes. They purchased a sling through us a couple of years ago to use for a party. If you call that number, they can give you the particulars. Please tell them Gus referred you. That's me." "Is it a good environment?" "Oh, yeah, and one of the owners is a police detective, so they sort of have protection from any troubles, if you get my drift." "Sounds perfect. I'd like to talk to them. Could I use your phone to call and see if we could go by there now?" Gus smiled. "Certainly. I'll get them on the phone for you." Without referring to the card, he dialed a number and soon had made arrangements for us to go see the club as soon as we could get there. I handed our purchases to Dave and thanked the clerk profusely. When we were back in the car with the door closed, Dave and I burst into laughter. "You know," he said, "the first couple of times we came here, I was nervous and embarrassed." "And this time?" "I could see how turned on he got and it was funny. I had a great time!" "Good. Let's see about this health club." In under ten minutes we were in the parking lot behind the club. The area was factories and warehouses mostly, which seemed perfect for such a party as I had in mind. We were greeted at the door by a very handsome guy a couple of years younger than me. He had a gymnast's body, a model's face, and an actor's smile. He introduced himself as Eddie Joe, the personal trainer. When I explained Gus had sent us, he dialed one of the owners, who would be there in just a few minutes. In the meantime, Eddie Joe showed us the facility. It had a Spartan, rather industrial look, but had a roomy locker room, adjacent shower for eight, a hot tub, a sauna, and a very well-equipped weight room. We saw one older man in the locker room and two men in their 20's working out. Near one wall of the weight room, two punching bags were suspended from hooks set in a steel cross-beam. "We take the punching bags down and replace them with chains that then hold the sling," he said. "We've only used it maybe four or five times, but it works out very well." I thought the place would be perfect for the party I had in mind for Donny. We'd just returned to the small entrance lobby when the owner arrived. He was a handsome man in his mid-30's with stunning prematurely-gray hair and a sexy mustache that made me imagine kissing him. He was wearing a classic tan summer suit, white shirt, and modest dark green tie. He was the epitome of high class and business-like, but was also very attractive and sexy. Eddie Joe introduced him to us as "Mr. Curtis Fleming, attorney-at-law and one of the owners of this fine establishment." "When I'm not in court or my office, I prefer to be called Curt," he said warmly. Now on a first-name basis, Curt escorted David and me into a simply appointed office off the lobby. I explained carefully that we wanted to have a party for about a dozen men and that it would be a 17th birthday party for my nephew, who was into leather and light bondage, so the sling would be very appreciated. Curt said the presence of a minor at such a party could be an issue, so he called another partner. They had a short discussion and worked out a plan to be sure no one got into trouble. Curt said there were two other partners and asked if they could attend the party. "It really sounds like fun," he said. "I can't think of a delicate way of asking this, so I'll just speak plainly," I said. "By all means," Curt said. "The guys attending the party all enjoy having sex with other men. That'll be mostly what goes on at the party. Are you guys comfortable with that?" "Um-hmm," he said with a smile. "Our third partner actually has a brother who's gay. He rents the club for a party about twice a year. In fact, he's the reason we have the sling. To my knowledge, my partners are totally heterosexual, but none of us are prudes. And I'm not sure any of us would want to miss out on a good blow job." He laughed nervously. "I think we can pretty much guarantee that. Or a spectacular fuck, if you desire. My young nephew and David here as well as a couple of the intended guests love to provide good service to handsome men like yourself." Curt looked a bit nervous. He glanced at David, who smiled flirtatiously at him. "It would be my pleasure," David said in a sultry voice, "to be sure you have anything that will make the party memorable for you. And that goes for Eddie Joe, too." I laughed. "I knew you were hot for Eddie Joe!" I teased. Looking pointedly at Curt, David said with a smile, "Yes, and I am equally hot for Curt." For a moment Curt was speechless. Finally, he said, "Well, Darrel, David, it's yours whenever you want it. Normally, I ask for $100 to cover utilities and extra cleaning, but since we will be guests of the party, I think we will waive that fee and consider it our gift to the birthday boy." We talked a few minutes more and then scheduled the party for Saturday August 1, beginning at 11:00 p.m. I was very pleased by the items we had purchased, but even more by getting the party scheduled. During the next couple of days, I called John in Charlotte and invited him plus up to eight of the UNCA club members. David called Art in Columbia to invite him, his brother Charlie, and John's Uncle Hersh. With the three gym owners and Eddie Joe, we had a potential guest list of 19. I thought that would be plenty since everyone would be new to Donny except Denny, Dave, and me. We told Donny not to make any plans for August 1 but gave him no details. David Tanner and I wanted a near-by campsite since the point of the weekend was just to hang out together. So, he suggested we just go to Table Rock, which was in the foothills of the Appalachians less than an hour from our house. Though it wasn't far away, it had some fairly remote areas and we found a spot that was back in the woods near a pretty creek. We toted our tent, sleeping bags, and other gear about 5 minutes from our parking spot to a small clearing where we managed to get the tent put up and everything situated by the time dusk got rather deep. We dined on some turkey sandwiches, potato chips, and beer we'd brought from home and watched the stars come out. After we'd eaten, we lay with our backs against a tree trunk and enjoyed the coolness and fresh mountain air. We held hands and smoked a joint while we had another beer. "I'm not sure what's happening with us," he said quietly. I squeezed his hand. "I think we've discovered what awesome sex we can have." He grinned and squeezed back. "Shit. It is awesome, isn't it?" "Yes, it is." We were quiet for a moment. "Do you have a problem with it?" He moved a little closer and snuggled against my side. "I guess that's what I'm not sure about." He half turned until the side of his head was against my shoulder and his lips could find my neck. He kissed my throat a bit and then sat back. "Last year, when I was dating Gail Ferguson, I liked her, but I wanted sex so badly that it caused all kinds of problems between us. She saw herself as a `good girl' and just wasn't willing to do much. Eventually I broke up with her and started seeing Nancy. She's a lot less uptight and we've done some serious making out and petting, I guess. She hasn't been willing to give up her virginity, but she will let me rub against her and she loves it when I put my finger on her pussy, you know?" "Uh-huh." "She'll give me a hand job, but so far, that's the best she's willing to do." "Have you actually fucked a girl?" He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah." "Who?" "A woman who lives down the block from me." "A woman? How old?" "I'm not sure. 25, 26. She has an infant daughter and her husband left her. I cut her grass every week." "And she pays you with sex?" "Nah," he snickered. "That'd make me a whore, wouldn't it?" "No. It'd make her a whore," I pointed out. "Well, I mow her grass because she needs help." He giggled. "I guess she needs help in the bedroom, too. It's only happened a few times." "Do you like it?" "Sure! She's not old looking or acting. But she's not busy protecting her virginity either. She's nice and we talk more than we fuck." He kissed my neck again. "The sex is pleasant," he said against my throat. "But, what you and I do ..." He licked my throat. "Fuck! It's so exciting! It feels so good, unbelievable, incredible!" He shifted so his lips could reach mine. For several minutes we kissed deeply. He opened my cut-offs and reached in to touch my stiffy. He rubbed it through my briefs for a bit, then pulled his mouth away from mine. He looked deeply into my eyes. "Babe, would you fuck me?" "Tanner," I caressed his face, "I'll do anything you want to do." He smiled. "Come inside." He stood and pulled me up. I fucked him face-to-face so we could continue our sexy kissing. I fucked him slowly with long, powerful strokes that took every inch of my cock past his prostate until my balls smashed against his ass cheeks. He moaned continuously while I grunted with each thrust. When I was close to cumming, I held still until I felt the moment pass. In this way, I managed to give him a good half-hour fucking until he finally blew his wad onto our heaving torsos. In the Nirvana of his ass spasms, my cock unloaded a huge gift of my jizz into the hot clutch of his body. He refused to let me withdraw and in a few minutes we continued this long journey to blessed oblivion again. We slept in each other's arms until the need to piss awoke us early the next morning. After we had drained our willies, we went back into the tent, coming together immediately in a spontaneous hug and soul-searching kisses. A couple of minutes of such a sexy make-out gave us both serious hardons that drooled dick juice onto our bellies. Eventually Tanner broke the kiss. Grabbing my ass cheeks, he grinned devilishly. "Do we still have that you-scratch-my-back-I'll-scratch-yours rule?" I figured I knew where this was headed and I was good with it. "Yeah," I drawled, "why?" Tanner wiggled his eyebrows as he said, "Well, last night you fucked my ass twice ..." "Your point?" I loved teasing him! "It seems to me that you owe me two fucks." I grinned and stuck my tongue between his lips. In moments I had him moaning and hunching against my torso. I grasped his shoulders firmly and rolled over, pulling him with me so that he was then lying on top of me. As we kept sucking face, I stretched my legs out to my sides, effectively pulling them out from under his legs. When they were extended enough, I bent my knees and brought my feet together at the back of his waist, thus positioning myself to receive him. He began humping my belly as if that was enough for him. It was hot! After a couple of minutes, I reached out with my right hand and felt around until I touched the squeeze bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care we'd brought with us. Gently, I forced it between our heaving chests so he couldn't miss it. He lifted himself by doing a push-up off my torso. He looked at the bottle of lotion and then back into my eyes. We stared across a foot of air for a couple of seconds until he whispered, "You're really going to let me take your ass?" I giggled. "No, but I am going to let you use it." He giggled, too. "Why don't you lube me up?" I suggested in my most sultry voice. Tanner backed up until he was kneeling between my open legs. He squeezed a generous blob of lotion into his left palm. I lifted my legs further back and grasped my knees, leaving my rosebud completely unprotected and ready. Frankly, it was starting to twitch in anticipation of soon being filled with prime cockmeat. Soon the middle finger of Tanner's right hand found my rosebud. Gently he pressed his finger forward and the lotion coated the outside of my sphincter. I pushed a bit and his finger suddenly slid halfway into me. "Yeah, babe," I grunted. He looked up at me to watch my expression as he pushed his finger to the hilt. I wanted him to see how good it felt, so I allowed my eyes to roll back as I breathed, "Oh, fu-uck." Soon a second finger joined in and he began fingerfucking me firmly. "More," I begged. A third finger joined its brothers. By this point, Tanner was giving a serious prostate pounding and I was beginning to have a really spectacular time. "Gimme that hard cock, buddy!" I demanded. Tanner withdrew his fingers and smeared the lotion from his palm onto his nearly purple cockhead. "Shit," he said, "you're so hot!" "You made me hot." "Fuck." He put his cockhead against my hole. With both hands, I grabbed him on the sides of his waist and held him firmly in place. A second later I pushed out with my ass muscles and pulled him toward me, moaning as he penetrated me. "Ohhhh!" he yelled in surprise as his cock slid through my happy asshole until his balls landed against my perineum. "Fuck! Oh, God, you're tight! Shit!" When he was buried all the way in my ass, I stopped moaning. I grinned at the surprised but ecstatic look on his cute face. I put my hand against his neck. "Fuck me, Tanner!" I commanded. "Uhn," he said as he pulled his dick back to prepare for his first thrust. "Oh," he cried as he started back into my hot hole. "Take me, Dave!" And I did. For about 6 or 7 minutes my buddy pounded me with unrelenting power, bringing both of us ever nearer to a monumental orgasm. I could tell when he passed the point of no return, so I grabbed my cock while I clamped my ass even tighter on his dick. "Fuck, Dave," he cried, "I'm ... cumming!" I gave my desperate cock three firm strokes and joined him. We came and came! My jizz rained down all over my neck and torso while his jizz stayed where it belonged, deep in my ass. As soon as we were finished, he collapsed onto my chest, panting as if he had just finished a mile run. His cock began to soften within me. When he recovered his breath, he began kissing me passionately. After a minute or so, I felt him boning up again. My ass throbbed in encouragement. He moaned. "Are you going to do me again?" "Do you want me to?" "Absolutely!" I kissed him. "But let me turn over. Okay?" "Sure, any position you want." He withdrew. I flipped over and spread my legs, raising my ass off the sleeping bag as he kneed my thighs further apart. He didn't even pause as he drove right into my depths, forcing a breathy groan from my lips. He threw me a delightfully powerful pounding for the next 15 minutes or so, pausing a couple of times to delay his orgasm. Finally, he fucked on through until his balls exploded and he filled my hole a second time. As he came, he screamed out in a staccato series of ohs that sounded almost painful. Later he told me it was so intense that he wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure. A few minutes later, he pulled his spent dick out and we wiped ourselves up, then dressed. I held him by the shoulders and smiled at him. "By the way, for the record, we are now even, two and two." He just laughed, kissed me, and crawled out of the pup tent. Over bowls of cereal, Tanner stared solemnly into my eyes, amber into blue. I knew he wanted to talk, but I let him take charge of it. Finally, he touched my arm, softly holding it. "Dave, what we've shared here is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced." "Thanks for saying that," I smiled at him. "I think we went way beyond just getting our rocks off." He nodded. "I'm kind of thinking that was actually making love." I thought about this word choice. Our time together had contained the type of tenderness and other-centeredness that seemed to often be paramount in the sex I had with Darrel. Tanner stared at me as if trying to read my thoughts. "I think you're right, Tanner," I said. "Does that mean we're fags?" "Nah. We still like girls. For me, I am attracted to girls and want to have a family someday. But I also know that I love guys, too. I do love you, Tanner, but I cannot declare some kind of undying, forever, forsaking-all-others kind of love. I'm not going to commit my life and my future to you or any guy. That's what I'm saving to give the woman I love someday." He grinned. "Me, too, babe! I love you and I want to love a woman, too." After that, we enjoyed a day of hiking, taking a few pictures, and tossing a baseball for a while. That evening we drove across the state line into North Carolina, where we got dinner at a Carolina Barbecue joint in the town of Brevard. When we got back to camp, we enjoyed a couple of beers, a joint, and another fulfilling round of sex, including a 69, mutual rim jobs, and an energetic flip-flop fuck. The next morning we had another long love-making session before we broke camp and went to breakfast at a diner on the main highway at Travelers Rest. We got back to our house and joined my family for a nude swim for a while, culminating in a 3-way with Donny taking Tanner's dick and me topping Tanner at the same time. Tanner really seemed to get off on that. All-in-all, we had a really sexy and loving weekend that felt as if it would never be repeated or forgotten. Donald That summer of 1969 was certainly eventful around the Cooper household. Late July had always been my favorite part of summer because it contained my birthday on the 29th. This year the family was hosting a party for me and told me to invite my friends, especially the guys on the football team and lots of girls. Although Darrel and Denny had successfully queered Dave and me, word was not out around town and I'm sure we all wanted to make sure that didn't ever happen. I had not spent much time with any of my school friends during the summer, so I looked forward to the party. In addition to Dad, Darrel, and my brothers, about 35 of my friends were there. Tanner came to hang out, too. Since it was a Tuesday night, the party was set to begin with a big cook-out of burgers and hot dogs starting at 6:00. There was no liquor served, although a couple of guys snuck in flasks of vodka, rum, or bourbon to mix with the soft drinks. Everyone seemed to enjoy seeing everyone else after weeks out of school, so it was a naturally good party without much effort on our part. Denny had gotten a beautiful chocolate fudge cake decorated in yellow letters and flowers and topped with 17 candles. Of course, everyone sang "Happy Birthday" and the boys paddled me with a table tennis paddle someone had brought. That was one of the highlights for me, but getting an erection from a spanking was embarrassing, to say the least. If anyone noticed, they at least had the discretion to refrain from pointing it out. At one point, the girls got all the boys who didn't have a steady girl sitting in a circle on the living room floor. One by one, each girl joined the circle and spun a bottle. The winning boy (or losing in the case of Mark Kline who was tabbed by the portly and poc-marked Ella Jane) would then get to make out with the girl as the rest of us looked on. I was lucky, getting picked by Harriet Gunderson's bottle and then later by Sarah May Unger's bottle. Damn, Sarah May sure had a talented tongue! Later, several couples strolled down to the pond after the sun set and didn't return for a long while, so I assume there was some good sex happening. The party started breaking up about 10:30 and I saw Tanner and David quietly head upstairs. When the final guest had departed, shortly after 11, Darrel told me I was wanted in David's room. After thanking them, I left Denny, Darrel, and Don cleaning up the kitchen. I visited Dwight and Dwayne in their room long enough for good-night and happy-birthday hugs before crossing the hall and knocking on David's closed door. They were naked and hard, lying in bed together. In his stern voice, David said, "Get naked!" I obeyed without question and approached the bed when I was nude and half hard. David pulled me across his body and put me face down on the bed between him and Tanner, who immediately placed a cuff on my wrist. He tied my wrist to the headboard on one end while David tied my other wrist to the other end of the headboard, leaving me in the middle of the bed with very little freedom to move. They pulled my knees up on the bed until I could support myself on my knees and then gave me a very thorough and most sensual rim job, followed by a 4-finger prostate massage that caused me to cum onto Dave's sheets. After that orgasm, Tanner entered me and fucked my ass for quite a long time. I guessed he'd already had one orgasm courtesy of David's deep throat. Eventually, Tanner filled me with his cream and yielded my ass to the bigger cock wielded by my big bro. When he had added a big load to my guts, they flipped me over and re-attached one wrist to the headboard and the other to the footboard, putting me on my back. They cuffed my ankles and tied them above my wrists, which put me into my favorite position to take cock. Hard again, Tanner rammed his red prick down my throat and moaned like crazy as he face-fucked me for a while. Then he yielded to Dave, who continued a hard face-fuck while Tanner switched back to my butthole for another long drilling leading to a big filling. I came again as I serviced the two dominant studs. Tanner stayed the night, so we spooned with him in the middle and fell asleep about 12:30. The next morning I received 2 fresh loads in my booty before breakfast. For sure, this was my sexiest birthday ever. As you will see, the best part of the birthday was still ahead of me, but I didn't know it then.