Date: Thu, 30 May 2019 12:08:20 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 22 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 underage. 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 underage 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 22 David The sun was already peaking over the mangroves along the east side of the lagoon before any of us woke again. When we did, we were treated to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee which drew us out of the cabin and into the small galley to grab a cup along with a bowl of cereal, some fruit, or a slice of Danish to take to the deck for breakfast. After we'd finished breakfast, Dell suggested rather pointedly that the "youngsters ought to do a colonic." "Okay," Drew said. "What's that?" I whispered to Dillard, who was beside me. "He seems to prefer to say it that way. He just told us to douche." "Oh." I said, laughing. "That I understand." Darren stood and said, "I guess age before beauty, so I'll start." About every 20 minutes someone would disappear below deck and a freshly cleaned cousin would reappear. As the youngest in the group, I was the last one. I got back on deck about 10:30, my reappearance apparently serving as a signal. Darold, Dillard, and I were seized by the older men and forced face down across the long bench, which had already been moved into the center of the deck. Quickly, cocks were presented to each of us and we dutifully took them into our mouths. Moments later, tongues found our spic and span sphincters as we all began throwing rods. Over the next hour or so, Darold, Dillard, and I sucked seven cocks as they flowed down the line. Each of us received several rim jobs followed by seven quick fucks and two or three extended fucks that left our intestines awash in spunk. Dillard was the lucky bottom who ended the session with a third load deposited in his keister while Darold and I only got two apiece. My anal protein injections came from Durland and Drew this time. Of course, we bottoms dropped our seed directly onto the deck beneath us when the stimulation became too much to endure. A couple of hours later, after lunch and a couple of rounds of beer, the tops started making their selections. Honestly, I felt like a shy country girl at the community dance as the tops eyed us all as if deciding who they wanted. Our family's deference to age was evident in that Durland, the oldest, selected first, choosing the high-butted Darold. Darwin went after Drew. Then Dell embraced me, kissed me, and said, "I want you once more before we go home." Rounding out the pairs, Dalton picked Dillard and Darrel went with Darren. I smiled at Dell. "I'd like that! When you fucked me yesterday, you gave your cum to someone else. May I have it today?" "That's my intention," he smiled. I dropped to my knees and sucked him for a while before he lifted me and spread me out on the small bench with the padded leather covering. He pushed my legs up and entered my well-used hole with my spit as the only lube. His thickness hurt going in, but Dell waited for my ass to adjust and the pain soon dissipated. He plowed me for a while, then had me flip over so my ass was high and unprotected. He entered me again, but this time with no pain resulting. He pounded me into the bench until the rubbing of my cock between the benchtop and my belly coupled with the prostate massage Dell's cock gave me took me into orgasmic bliss. As I writhed and whimpered, my accommodating asshole went into spasms that carried Dell into orgasm with me. The other couples experienced similar results until everyone was completely satiated and there was nothing left to do but sail back to Clearwater. Back at the marina, we said our farewells, gathered our gear and headed out for Tampa. We got back to Grandfather and Grandmother's house a bit before 5:00. Grandmother produced a lovely meal with chicken and lots of vegetables, topped off by her famous chocolate cream pie with golden-tipped merengue. Nobody could make cream pies as good as hers. Shortly after dinner, Dalton told Darrel and me that we were expected at his place the next night (Friday) for dinner at 6:00 and then some fun with my cousin Doug. With a lurid raising of his eyebrows, he reminded me that Doug is younger than me. Understanding fully what that age factor meant, I grinned and licked my lips. Grandfather and Grandmother went to bed early. From the twinkle in their eyes, I think they were planning to have a hot time just for themselves. For an old guy, Grandfather was impressively sexy! Left to our own devices, Darrel and I had a beer sitting on the back deck. We took a short swim in the pool and then had our second beer in the hot tub. He told me he continued to be proud of my openness about sex and of my excellent skills. I told him how incredibly sexy it had been to watch him bottom for Darwin and Dell. "It won't be for a while yet, but some day, I'll offer my ass to you." The very idea sent about a gallon of blood directly to my cock. I felt faint as the fresh blood bypassed my brain. After a moment, I whispered, "Holy fuck!" He grinned and slowly removed his arm from around my shoulder. He stood up, letting the hot water drain off his back and his meaty buttocks. He slapped one butt cheek and said, "Why don't you kiss it?" I took a deep breath and leaned into the plush roundness of his glute to place a gentle kiss there. "That was nice," he smiled. "Let's take a shower." We took a very romantic shower for two, soaping and rubbing each other, embracing and kissing frequently until both of us were hard as tubes of granite. We dried off and moved to the bed where we shared a slow, loving 69 until I came forcefully into his mouth. He shared my jizz in a deep, lingering kiss. Then he held my legs back to give my anus a very long tongue-scrubbing that had me clawing the bed sheets, dripping precum all over my torso, and moaning loudly. When at last he entered me, I grabbed his ass and pulled him straight into me, gasping as his length filled me deeply. He stayed deep within me so I initiated the action with my squeezing ass muscles. He groaned and kissed me harder. After a couple of minutes, he slowly retreated only to slide gently back to my depths. He set up a slow, loving motion that soon had my cock dripping buckets again. Lovingly he stroked my insides for a long while, then turned me onto my belly, where he fucked me gently for another long while. He brought my need up near to the peak and held it there. Eventually he pulled me up to my knees where I had more opportunity to contribute to the friction. I quickly matched his rhythm of thrusts with my backward drives and a corresponding butt-squeeze. He tried to hold off as long as possible, but with the increased friction, we both peaked quickly. Gently he pushed me over the precipice and my balls slammed against me, sending my cockjuice through my urethra and onto the sheets under me. My ass-squeezes returned the favor, pushing him over his own precipice making his body release hot, molten white lava to surge into me in powerful spurts that coated the walls of my straining asshole. We slept soundly, safe and secure in our embrace. Friday, Dave took me over to the Florida Aquarium at Channelside Harbor in Tampa. It was a very nice half-day spent studying the various sea life that lives in the area, including my favorites, the dolphins. As we wondered through the various viewing areas amidst a throng of visiting families, I noticed several hot guys. Some were teenaged sons the ages of my brothers and some were the fathers who ranged from Darrel's age to somewhere in their 40's I surmised. I kept getting distracted from the fish and amphibians by bubble butts, full crotches, expansive pectorals, and handsome faces. Man, this was a scenic day! When Darrel caught me staring at a young daddy with his three kids and haggard-looking wife, he grinned and whispered into my ear: "He is exceedingly cute, isn't he?" For some dumb reason, I was embarrassed to have been caught. I blushed and chuckled, too. "Yes, he is," I whispered back. "I think Donald is right about me!" Darrel laughed. "No more than about himself, I'd say." "Shit, man," I whispered, "any male in this place would go queer for you!" He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Have I told you lately what an incredibly nice guy you are?" I grinned. "Yeah, you've said that a few times. But this time is different," I teased. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why?" "Because we have our clothes on." That evening, Darrel and I enjoyed a tasty dinner prepared by Dalton's wife Juanita and served on their back deck overlooking the Hillsborough River. Juanita, who had grown up in Tampa's large Cuban community of Ybor City, served us pulled pork, yellow rice, green beans, and platanos, a bounty of flavors I found exotic and yummy. Juanita was beautiful, having long flowing black hair and beautiful skin in a medium brown shade. Her dark eyes flashed with an internal energy that I found very sexy. (Okay, maybe I am still attracted to females!) Her low-cut peasant dress in white with pink flowers (iris?) all around clung to her bosom and attracted my attention also. Seated next to the Cooper-pale body of Dalton, she was smoky, sultry, voluptuous, and seductive. Also joining us for dinner were Dalton and Juanita's kids. Douglas (Doug or Dougie, depending on your mood) was a gorgeous blend of his handsome Dad and his exotically beautiful Mom. But for his exceptional skin tones, he had the striking Cooper looks to the nth degree (if I do say so myself). Even though he had turned 16 in June, Doug was much smaller than me, even smaller than Donny and Danny. I think his Cuban blood made him shorter (about 5'6") and a little rounder than most Coopers. He was small-framed with a waist I guess was about 26", but his legs, arms, and chest appeared to have surprisingly thick muscles for a smaller kid. He wore a bright yellow tank-top over tight khaki shorts that showed off a narrow, but prominent butt that made me half hard instantly. When I realized Dalton had implied I would get to top Doug, my cock went rigid and I squirmed in my chair. I saw Doug scope me out, too, especially when he saw my hardon under my cut-off jeans. In addition to the dream-boat Doug, his sisters Jennifer (14) and Janice (13) looked like younger, slightly paler, versions of their mother. Jennifer, particularly, had already blossomed quite a lot and could probably pass for 21 if she tried. Dale, who would be 12 in a few months, and Dexter, just 8, rounded out the clan. I could tell Dale and Dexter were destined to be smoky heart-breakers in a few years, too. Dale's training had not started so he would not be included in our nocturnal activities. We had a lingering meal catching up on family happenings and gossip. Juanita expressed her great sorrow at our family's recent loss and told me that any of us boys were always welcome to come and stay with them as long as we wanted to do so. I thanked her and assured her I would share that invitation with my brothers. Dale was particularly interested in the twins' summer activities since he was only a few months younger than them. Dalton and Darrel had several Dos Equis with dinner while Doug and I each had one. The girls helped their mother clear the table and the guys relaxed as the sun sank to the treetops in the distance. After a while, we were served Juanita's awesome hand-made flan with caramel sauce. I tell you, I could drink that sauce by the cup! Eventually, Dalton said he and Doug would take us to the basement and everyone said goodnight to us. No one acted like anything unusual was taking place, though everyone seemed to expect Darrel and me to stay past the family's bedtime. I found that a bit puzzling. At any rate, Dougie's beautiful little ass led me down the stairs into a basement den with lots of seating and a 36-inch console TV in gorgeous cherry wood. I hadn't actually seen a screen this large as ours at home was only 32-inches. The basement had a wet bar stocked with beer, wine, and hard liquors and two sets of French doors opened onto its own deck that was underneath the deck where we'd eaten and only a few feet above the river. Dalton commented that the river level was controlled by a dam above them, so it almost always stayed at a constant level. Dalton took us behind the stairs and unlocked a door which opened into a large, windowless room with soundproofing on the walls and ceiling. A standard queen-sized bed sat against one wall. A heavy wooden table stood against another wall. The top of the table appeared to be padded and then topped with a vinyl covering. Against the third wall, a narrow, but long table held a tape deck, a variety of dildos, some restraining cuffs, a leather flogger, and several bottles and tubes of lotions and lubes. Beside the table stood a short clothing rack on wheels (recycled from a closed motel we learned). The fourth wall contained an open shelving unit filled with towels. Beside the shelving was a doorway with no door. Beyond this was a low bench that could seat four people. Through the doorway, I could see what appeared to be a large walk-in shower. When Dalton closed the door, Doug flipped a switch on the deck and sultry music filled the room from speakers hanging at each corner. Without a word, he turned to face us and began gyrating his body in time with the music, flexing his muscles, and smiling with a very sexy expression. After a moment he turned his back to us and jiggled his enticing butt, running his hands over its firm voluptuousness. "Join him," Dalton said to me. I snapped out of my sexual trance and stepped forward until I was about four feet from my young cousin. To be honest, I didn't have quite the sensuous movements Doug had, but I did manage some bumps and grinds. As I twirled around, I saw Doug pulling his tank-top over his head, so I pulled my Rolling Stone tee-shirt out of the waistband of my cut-offs and slithered out of it. Doug and I twirled our shirts around and threw them at Dalton and Darrel, who laughed and caught them. Doug and I began dancing together in a sexy version of the Twist, slowly drawing together until we were close enough to reach each other. We each ran our hands up the other's torso, caressing abs, cupping pecs, tweaking nipples, and touching chins. I dropped one hand to his waist and the other to cup a butt cheek. He flexed his glute and rolled his eyes back in a parody of ecstasy. He grasped my cut-offs and popped the top button. Smiling, I found his zipper and slid it open, then popped his button. He stopped shaking and I pushed his shorts over his curvaceous buttocks. They slipped to his feet and he stepped out, kicking the shorts at Darrel, who stooped to catch them. Now naked but for tiny yellow bikinis, Doug grabbed each side of my waistband and ripped them apart so that the buttons popped open all the way down. My cut-offs fell to the floor and I kicked them to Dalton. My raging hardon was quite prominent through the silky red bikini I had chosen for the evening. Dalton and Darrel danced up to us, pulled us into each other, and engulfed us in a 4-way embrace that turned into a swirl of lips and tongues as we all made out in a very hot clutch. I'm not sure whose hands did the deed, but soon I was completely naked as was Doug. I began unbuttoning Dalton's shirt and Doug went to work on Darrel. In a few moments, everyone was naked and erections were bumping and thumping together. Dalton steered this masculine amoeba onto the bed, but didn't join us at first. While we lay together writhing and gasping, rubbing and caressing, kissing and clutching, he grabbed a few towels and a couple of tubes of lube and came to the bed. Doug and I were maneuvered into a 69 position and happily accepted each other's cock. Being only a couple of years past puberty, Doug still had a modest-sized dick, maybe 5 1/2" long and maybe 4" in circumference. I'd never actually sucked a dick that small, so it was an interesting difference. When I had him in as far as possible, his cockhead rested at the back of my tongue, so I had to be content with mouth-work. But Doug was a very accomplished cocksucker and managed to take my entire 8" many times, only gagging twice. As we practiced our oral skills on each other's cock, our mentors and trainers practiced a different type of oral skills on our teenaged rosebuds. Slurping sounds and muffled moans were largely hidden by the raucous music coming from the tape deck. In a little while, Dalton said to me, "I want to see you fuck Dougie." It wasn't really an invitation; it was a command, albeit one I was happy to obey. There was shifting until my young cousin lay on his back, knees almost on the sheet beside his ears, and my mouth working his rosebud. Darrel had been put to work sucking his brother while Dalton watched me service his son. I ate Dougie's ass with great enjoyment until Dalton tapped my arm with a tube of lube. I finger-fucked the tiny rosebud for a minute or so and then moved into position for penetration. I lubed my cock generously and leaned forward, kissing his rosebud with my piss slit. Gently I pushed forward while Doug bore down and his ass-lips parted. As my cockhead breached his sphincter, Doug writhed on the bed below me and groaned. I paused with only a couple of inches inside the warm, wet tunnel until Doug smiled and nodded. I pushed forward putting Inch after inch of my cock into him until I hit the deepest point in his young ass. Doug lay still for a few seconds as his insides rearranged to accommodate my size. "Oh," he moaned, "nice cock!" He opened his eyes and stared into mine fiercely. "Fuck me!" he said. As I thrust into his slender brown body, Dalton shifted on the bed until he was behind me. His finger brushed lube on my rosebud and entered me. My cock throbbed inside Doug. As I continued to thrust into him and withdraw, I began fucking Dalton's finger inside me. When his finger hit my prostate (or more likely, when my prostate hit his finger), I yelped from the intense energy discharge I received. When Dalton entered me, his 8-inch cock filled me nicely. Thrusting forward, I fucked Dougie's tight, tight asshole. Withdrawing, I fucked my own hungry ass with Dalton's rigid erection. Soon Darrel straddled Doug's face and dropped his 8+ inches into Doug's mouth. To accommodate Darrel, Doug tilted his head way back and then Darrel's cockhead entered the boy's throat. Darrel moaned appreciatively. With all this amazing stimulation, I could only last a few minutes. When my asswalls contracted as my first cumshot began, Dalton immediately pulled out to avoid my sensuous squeezes. I filled Doug's tight hole before I was pulled off him and laid on my back beside him. Dalton raised my legs and entered me effortlessly while Darrel took my place, entering Doug with slightly more difficulty. The older pair dominated us easily, fucking us powerfully until Doug screamed out and started shooting cum everywhere. Neither top man slowed down at all, but continued pounding away for about ten minutes. Almost simultaneously, the brothers started shooting salvoes into the young cousins, crying out as they did so. Though both Doug and I had cum just minutes before, our cocks had hardened up again from the sexy prostate massages we'd been getting. When our tops left us, I looked at Doug and said, "You want more?" He grinned. "Give me all you got!" I rolled him onto his belly and entered him as quickly as I could. I loved fucking his tight little hole in his narrow little ass. He must have loved it, too, because he kept wiggling and squeezing and moaning until finally I could hold off no more and added a third load to his asshole. By the time we were done, our mentors were ready for another round. They pulled me out of Doug's young ass to make way for Darrel while Dalton had me stand and lean over the bed so I could kiss Doug and Dalton could penetrate my ass again. We all enjoyed a 25-minute fuck until first Doug, then I, then Dalton, and finally Darrel shot our final loads. Spent, we collapsed into a heap on the bed, Darrel softening inside Doug and Dalton softening inside me. The afterglow moment was filled with peaceful, loving bliss. After a long, romantic, but non-sexual shower, we dressed and said our goodbyes as Darrel and I headed back to our bed at Grandmother and Grandfather's house. Saturday Grandmother and I went to the Lowry Park Zoo, which had the most flamingoes I'd ever seen in one place. We took a long lunch in their main dining room. She wanted to talk to me about the changes in our family since Mom got sick and now since she had passed away. She encouraged me to balance my responsibilities to my younger brothers and to my dad with my need to prepare myself for my future as an adult. She indicated she could see a lot of maturing in me over the past year and said she was very proud of me and knew that Grandfather and Uncle Darrel were also very pleased with the man I was becoming. I wondered how much she knew about the training. "Uncle Darrel has been awesome since he came to live with us," I said. "I'm glad it has worked out well. Your Grandfather and I didn't know what else to do. We knew Denton needed help and we couldn't be there for long stretches of time. When Darrel was well enough to travel, we thought it would help all of you to be together. Your Grandfather was also concerned that your training for adulthood hadn't yet happened." I think I blushed. She looked at a nearby table where a family with several little tykes sat. "The only way we could think to move things along and allow your training to happen before you left home was to get Darrel up there." She looked at me with a knowing expression on her face. "All the reports are that you're developing into a very capable young man, so I'm very pleased. Your future wife will be happy." What an odd comment! But, on second thought, I guessed she might be right. I didn't know what to say to her. "Thank you and Grandfather for sending Darrel." "We can see a world of difference in Darrel over the past couple of months, too." She smiled. "Win, win, win." On the drive back to their house, I reflected on my day with Grandmother. I realized being with her and with Aunt Juanita last night had been good times. I'd hardly seen a female all summer and had enjoyed some feminine influence for a few hours. That evening, my grandparents, Darrel, and I had a very nice dinner at the Collonade, a popular seafood restaurant on the beautiful Bayshore Drive. We sat in a booth by the windows with a lovely view of the street and the bay beyond. After some awesome shrimp and fixings, we topped the meal with some incredible key lime pie and then a half-hour stroll along the waterfront promenade. It was a beautiful way to cap our week in Florida. Shortly after we got home, Grandmother went to bed and the menfolk retired to the pool house that had been converted into a sex den. There I deep-throated both Grandfather and Darrel and was powerfully fucked by each of them. We washed off the residue before returning to the main house and bed. Darrel held me all night, languidly fucking me from behind for a long time in the middle of the night. It was dream-like and built me slowly to a deep, crashing orgasm. He stopped fucking me then, but stayed hard in me for the rest of the night. Finally, when dawn woke him, he fucked me to orgasm again, this time leaving a great deposit of his semen deep in my bowels. We had a big breakfast on the back deck with Grandmother and Grandfather before loading up the car and beginning our drive to Greenville. The week had given me a different perspective on men, on women, on my family, and on my attractions. We drove along the wide I-75 going north through the middle of the Florida peninsula. Because it was a Sunday morning, I guess, the traffic was surprisingly light, so the drive actually seemed peaceful. "What was your favorite thing about the week?" Darrel asked. "Hmm," I stalled as I thought. "There were a lot of really great times. Perhaps my absolute favorite was topping Dougie." Just remembering it brought a big slug of blood to my groin. "He's a hot little guy, isn't he?" "Fuck, yeah!" I pictured his beautiful face, his sexy little body, his smooth brown skin. "I guess it's his Cuban blood, but he is more, uhm, exotic-looking than the other Coopers." "You're right about that." "I was surprised at how easily he took out big dicks, too. I mean, he's so small." "Yes, he is smaller. But he's been well trained and he's been taking dick for about a year and a half, I think. I'm sure Dalton fucks him almost every day and Grandfather occasionally. It's in his training and his level of experience. Even a small man like Doug can manage a large cock without pain if he is prepared and relaxed. And if he is first penetrated with care and concern." "Makes sense." "Always be sure your bottom is prepared and always be sure he has a few seconds to adjust after you enter him. If you work up to it, you can get powerful, even a bit rough, with any guy and he can take it if you give him time." "Good advice. One thing I have appreciated a lot in our training has been how considerate you and Denny always are when you top us. Not once have I ever felt forced or sort of raped. You've always prepared me so well I just have to get fucked." He laughed. "That's the plan. It should be even more exciting for the bottom than for the top. If it's not, the top is to blame. Tops need to take time until the bottom is relaxed and comfortable." "You and Denny are masters at that!" We drove in silence past some horse farms set on broad rolling hills with miles of white fencing around the perimeters of them. The fences really stood out from the deep green of the grasses and the trees. "Why are all these fences white?" I wondered aloud. "So the horses can see them better and not be surprised when they run up on a fence." I tapped his knee with my hand. "Do you know everything?" I asked. "No," he chuckled as he grasped my hand. "But I know pretty much everything I need to know, I guess." He picked up my hand, raised it to his face, and kissed it tenderly. He took my hand back down to rest on his leg but kept holding it. "What else did you enjoy from the week?" he enquired. "Oh. Uhm, well, I enjoyed spending time with Grandmother and Grandfather. She really surprised me when she complimented me on how well I was doing with my training to become an adult." "All the wives know about the training. They recognize in their husbands that they are extremely caring lovers and know how to please them. When they comment, the husband tells the wife about being trained. Some of them are surprised and react negatively at first, but I think they all come around to thinking it is a good thing. They know about the training rooms in their homes and they grow to accept our activities together as benefitting not just us, but the whole family." "So, Aunt Juanita knows?" "Uh-huh." "And Mom knew?" "Yes. Denny told me she was concerned about him not starting your training during her illness. She wanted your future wife to benefit from you being trained." "Wow. I think that just completely blows my mind." "It certainly isn't the way other people would likely think about it." "So, uhm, you think I will have to tell my wife I suck cock and get butt-fucked?" "It will be up to you. No one else would tell her. I think one thing you might consider as you let yourself fall in love with a woman is whether she is mature enough and broad-minded enough to be able to understand that your sexuality with men will not harm her and that it makes you a more caring husband and father. If you marry a woman who cannot live happily with that, I think you will find it will be a difficult marriage for you." "Seems reasonable. So everybody has a good marriage?" "Pretty much, I think. Your Grandfather's brother Delroy had an early marriage that only lasted a couple of years. I think his wife couldn't handle it so she left. Then he remarried and that was a very good marriage." "I noticed that Aunt Juanita seemed to expect us to go into the basement when the rest of them went to bed. And even Dale didn't question that he be allowed to stay up with us. He knew he couldn't, I guess." "The whole sexual thing seems to fit very comfortably into our family structures. No one seems to make a big deal about it. It's like it has gotten in our family, Dave. Daniel and the twins take for granted that we will be doing things sometimes behind closed doors that they are not allowed to participate in. They know they will be brought in at the right time in the future." "I see. So Dale probably knows that, too." "I'm sure he does." The horse farms had disappeared from the sides of the road, leaving some of the area in grazing fields and some places in damp wetlands. After a while I said, "I enjoyed the cruise, of course." Darrel laughed. "We all did. You were the hit of the cruise. I am pleased with how well you adapted to the round robin and being dominated by everyone. From now on, you won't have so many times where you won't be able to top anybody." "That sounds good. I just have to be sure Donny or Dougie or Danny are nearby," I joked. He laughed again. "Good planning!" "Did you know they changed the name of the boat?" "No, I didn't. That happened after I moved to Greenville and no one bothered to tell me. I think they wanted it to be a surprise for you." "It was incredible! I was caught completely off guard." He squeezed my hand. "It was sad, but good, huh?" I nodded. "That open display of love for her from the whole family was so, uhm, beautiful! Dad will be so moved by it." "I want you to tell him when you think the time is right." "I'd like that." "Anything else stand out about the week?" I nodded. "A couple of things. I couldn't believe Dalton made me cum just by putting his cock inside and then making me milk it. We both came bucket-loads without a single thrust! I still can't believe it." "That shows you how powerful your ass muscles are and how important your prostate is to the whole sexual experience. Dalton loves to make our young guys milk him like that. It's kind of his `thing'. He told me you did very well." I laughed. "It certainly had a great payoff!" "Yes. Maybe I'll let you milk me sometime." I squeezed his hand. "My pleasure, babe!" We crossed into Georgia about noon. "So," I said, "what was your favorite part of the week?" "Like you, there were a lot of good times. I enjoyed our day at the Aquarium and the moonlight walk on the Bayshore after dinner the other night. I enjoyed being with Dougie, too. Although he had been trained while I was still away, I was not physically able to get too sexy before I moved to South Carolina, so I had not had sex with him yet. Our family cruises are always fun." He was quiet for a mile or two. "But the best part of the whole week was sleeping with you last night." He kissed my hand again. "You had me feeling so hot, my poor old dick just would not go down." "I know. I felt it hard in my ass most of the night." He chuckled. "I hope I didn't keep you awake." "Maybe a little, but it was so worth it!"