Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 15:23:39 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 3 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 3 Dwight When Dwayne and I awoke after Dave's first training session, we were tired from having been up half the night worrying about Dave's well-being. It's not easy to relax into a peaceful sleep when you are afraid your favorite uncle is maiming your brother, or worse. Dwayne and I had cuddled all night and that did help me get to sleep but it didn't prevent unpleasant dreams. I woke first and slowly slipped out of his arms, untangling our legs and pulling my naked torso away from his. Sleeping so close together in our unaccustomed nakedness was vaguely unsettling, but we both tried to ignore it since we were powerless to change the situation. Of course, the truth was that we both liked the feel of being as close together as we had been in our womb. But liking the experience was also a little unsettling. This was way too much for a couple of eleven-year-olds to process. As quietly as possible, I padded into the bathroom we shared with Don and Dan and sat on the commode so I could pee without making any noise. When I was finished, I slipped into the hallway, feeling vaguely like a spy on a fact-finding mission behind the Iron Curtain. I could feel my heartrate on the rise along with the fear rising in my throat as I wondered if I would find Dave's broken and bleeding body in the hallway. Except for the sounds of soft snoring and slow deep breathing coming from the other rooms, the house was silent. I could tell from the daylight outside it was still very early as I crept down the hall until I could peer through the open door into the room commandeered by our leader, Uncle Darrel. The room was dimly lit by light coming through the thin curtains on the windows, but I could see two big bodies in the bed. Silent as Santa Claus, I tiptoed across the carpet until I was standing at the end of the bed. I recognized Uncle Darrel sleeping peacefully on his back, his damaged leg lying atop the crumpled sheets along one edge of the bed. The sheet was also pulled off his chest and another body I assumed was Dave's lay face down across half of Darrel's torso, one arm across his abdomen just below his big chest muscles. Darrel's arm was slung over Dave's shoulder with his hand clasping Dave's shoulder blade as though he was holding Dave against his body. At first I couldn't tell if Dave was still alive, but then I realized I could hear his breathing and see his back rising and falling slightly as he breathed. I couldn't see any blood and what part of him I could see looked normal. Something about the feet and legs seemed odd so I stared at them for an extra moment before I finally realized the feet alternated with the foot on Darrel's injured leg pushing the sheet up while the foot beside it was facing down with the toes actually off the end of the mattress. The next foot stuck up and the last foot also curled over the end of the mattress. The only way that could be was if Dave's whole leg was lying between Darrel's legs. That would mean their crotches were lying close together. I had never seen men so close together. Even at my age I knew that men were never supposed to touch each other's dicks. Wasn't that the biggest no-no of them all? As I stood looking at my sleeping brother embracing my sleeping uncle, I was deep in concentration as I tried to understand what was really going on here. As if sensing my presence, without any warning, Darrel's eyes popped open and he stared right at me. For a moment, we just stared without blinking at each other. I started to worry if he was mad at catching me in such an intrusive act, but he calmed my fears by smiling at me. He glanced over toward Dave and then, with his free hand, motioned me over to his other side. I crept around the corner of the bed and along the side of the mattress where the injured leg sprawled. When I was at about his chest level, I stopped and we smiled at each other. He reached his hand out and cupped my skinny shoulder. He sort of caressed it and then pulled me forward until I was forced to put a knee up on the mattress beside his abdomen. Very softly, he whispered, "Come here." I really had no choice as he continued pressing against my back with a force I couldn't resist. In a moment, he had my face against his big shoulder, the front of my body lying against his side. He turned so his face was just a few inches from mine. "Dwayne?" he guessed quietly. "Dwight," I corrected. He smiled. "Dwight," he nodded. "Are you okay?" "I was just checking to see that David is okay." He smiled happily. "What do you think?" "I don't know. He seems to be sleeping okay." "But you're worried about him?" Suddenly I felt my concerns were silly. Obviously, he wasn't hurt. I nodded. "Because of what you heard last night?" I was embarrassed. But I couldn't avoid anything then. I nodded. "Would you believe me if I said he is perfectly healthy?" Glancing at Dave's face, which was only about a foot from mine, perched on Darrel's huge chest muscle, I thought he looked peaceful, so I nodded. "Would it be okay if we talked with the other guys over breakfast?" I nodded. "I'll explain more then, when everyone can hear." "Okay." Darrel's strong arm pulled me even closer, like a teddy bear, and then he kissed me on the forehead. I was surprised because he had never done anything like that before. But I felt an excitement in my belly and I felt my heart beat harder, like I was running. He pulled away and whispered almost into my ear. "Do you think you could go back to bed and maybe sleep a little longer before we wake everybody up?" I nodded. He smiled. "Good," he whispered as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head where he tousled my already-messed-up hair. Dwayne opened his eyes when I cuddled up to him a minute later. "Where were you?" "Checking on Dave," I answered. "He's okay." "Oh." Dwayne was not completely awake. "Let's sleep some more." His eyes closed and his breathing deepened immediately. Soon I guess I joined him because the next thing I knew, Don was standing by the bed, saying in a loud voice, "Time to get up, kids!" When I looked over Dwayne at him, I noticed Don's dick was longer than usual, sort of heavy looking. Since we were all naked on the second floor, I'd been noticing all our brothers and Uncle Darrel sometimes looked a lot bigger and, uh, stiffer than they did at other times. Dwayne and I had decided that was because of the mysterious puberty we were expecting to "hit" us soon. Since breakfast was downstairs in the breakfast room, we could put on some clothes. We could wear as much or as little as we desired anywhere in the house except the second floor. Most of us threw on a pair of boxers or briefs and a tank-top or tee-shirt. I noticed that morning at breakfast, Dave was wearing a pair of Towncraft briefs that hung really low on his abdomen. They were a sort of golden brown and almost forced you to notice his dick, which seemed long, thick, and hard all morning as it lay across his front, pushing out the cloth at the end of his big stiffy. He had on a tight white tank that showed hard points on his nipples. He had the shirt snagged on the waistband of his briefs so it didn't fall in front of his crotch. Darrel was also dressed to draw your attention. He was wearing a very tight jungle camo tank top that seemed dangerously stretched across his big chest. He also wore it tucked in like Dave. The tank was tucked into a small pair of camo briefs and his dick, just like Dave's, stayed hard across his body all morning. It just all seemed a little weird to Dwayne and me. However, I have to admit that I was very aware of their bodies, especially their dicks, that morning. Don and Dan had made a big breakfast with sausage, biscuits, and eggs. Dad joined us from the basement, looking tired in a worn-out tee-shirt and some striped boxers. He didn't say much to anybody, but seemed to perk up and listen when Darrel started talking about the training. "As you all know, Dave had his first training session last night. I guess some of the noises he made disturbed you boys." When he paused, we all looked at Dave, who started blushing like I'd never seen him before. "I know they were unusual sounds, but I want to emphasize to you all that he was not being hurt in any way. Were you, Dave?" Still blushing, Dave mumbled, "No. Not at all." "Actually," Darrel said, "the noises he was making were not cries of pain, but of pleasure." Dad, who was listening intently, seemed to smile just a little. This was the first smile I had seen from him in months and months. "One important part of the training you all will be receiving in your turn is to learn to enjoy the good feelings your body gives you. Last night, Dave was experiencing that for the first time, so he became a little vocal." Dave's blush continued to darken. He stared into his empty plate, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. "I'm not going into any more details because I want each of you to have the full experience when it's your turn. So, learn to live with some mystery in life. It's good for you!" He paused and looked sternly at each of us. "No matter what kind of screams or yells you hear coming from that room, do not open the door and do not fear that anyone is getting hurt or injured. Is that clearly understood?" Again, he looked sternly at each of us until we nodded or said "yes." "Good. Thanks for such a great breakfast, Don and Dan. Dwayne and Dwight, please get the kitchen ship-shape. You have free time until 10:30, when I want all of you to meet in the workout room wearing workout clothes." Darrel stood up from the table with Dave right beside him. I noticed their hard dicks were pointed at each other. It was almost like a sword fight was about to begin. Dad noticed, too. He gave another faint smile, then turned and walked toward the basement stairs. Dan caught him and put a hand on Dad's shoulder. When Dad stopped walking, Dan hugged him from the side and whispered something in his ear. He released Dad, who opened the door and started down the stairs. Dan saw me watching and gave me a little smile before he headed upstairs. David Continues On the second night of my training, I was much more relaxed when Darrel told the twins it was time for them to leave our room. At Darrel's suggestion, Dwayne closed the bedroom door behind them, leaving me alone with my trainer. Since we were already naked, we climbed into the bed from opposite sides, rolling into the middle where we could kiss and fondle to our hearts' content. I was still fascinated by Darrel's meaty, hairy, sexy body and used the opportunity to let my fingers explore every part of him from his groin to the crown of his head. He was exquisite! He lay quietly for a long time, giving me the freedom to feel him as much as I wanted. Finally, he pulled my face into his and began making out with me like crazy. It was probably mid-way of the first kiss, that my cock went completely rigid. Soon I was twitching and moaning in excitement from Darrel's touch and our hot kisses. When he pulled back and stared at me, I was disappointed that his lips had left mine. With great seriousness, he whispered, "I want you to go down on me." My greatest fear. Um, actually, my second greatest fear. "A ... blow job?" He nodded. "Ignore the part of you that thinks that's wrong or that only fags do that. You're going to have many experiences that some people think are bad or wrong, but you're going to see that they can be very, very good in the right situations. And your next lesson is about helping your partner have a wonderful orgasm, too." He leaned into me and retook my lips. For several seconds we kissed and I relaxed. This was one of those experiences I had thought was wrong, but which I was now actually liking. I knew I really had no choice about the matter, so I might as well cooperate and make it more pleasant. "I've never done that, so I'm not sure how." "It's really pretty simple, kiddo. Open wide and put your mouth on my cock. Cover your teeth with your lips." He opened his mouth and covered his teeth to show me. "Lick the head of my cock and then take the whole thing as deep as you can manage. Bounce up and down and suck. It's pretty natural. Remember: No teeth!" He jerked his head over his shoulder and I understood he wanted me to move down to his groin. Not wanting to change my perception of myself, I hesitated. I don't want to be a cocksucker, I mused, but I'm sure he won't take no for an answer. He stared at me until at last I nodded and slid down in the bed to where his big dick was practically poking me in the eye. From this perspective and proximity, it looked huge, like a locomotive aimed right at me. A drop of milky fluid filled the piss slit and the head was a deep red, like it was badly sunburned. The point of no return, I thought. I'm about to become a queer. "Lick the precum," he said gently. Obediently, accepting the inevitability of my fagdom, I extended my tongue and scraped it across the end of his hardon. A few drops of the liquid clung to my tongue, its mild taste surprisingly similar to the taste of my own precum. I was unexpectedly excited by this flavor, or was it the act itself? I didn't know exactly why, but my cock responded to this lick with a definite throb. A bit more cock juice oozed out so I licked it again and my cock lurched again. Darrel's cock lurched, too. His cock was harder at the moment, but I noticed that my lick on his cock produced a similar response in each of us. Remembering his instructions, I ran my tongue around the circumference of his cockhead. It seemed like licking a soft, warm, popsicle and I realized Darrel's fat cock was not going to be easy to shove into my mouth. "Good," he sort of cooed at me. I hadn't noticed his hand on the back of my head until he started pressing against me, pulling me toward his body, and forcing his cock between my lips. As it sunk deeper into my mouth, I felt it sliding across my tongue and the roof of my mouth at the same time. It pushed against the insides of my cheeks and seemed to completely fill the space. "No teeth," Darrel reminded me. Fuck, I thought, I'm sucking a cock! I paused, but he pushed deeper. I strained to keep my lips over my teeth as my mouth was forced to open even wider. After several seconds, the head of his cock rammed into the back of my mouth where that turn into your throat is. I opened my eyes and saw the skin of his belly still about three inches from my face. His skin was covered with a dense patch of black hair, but I couldn't feel any against my mouth or face. Darrel stopped pushing the back of my head. "You're doing really well, Dave. Now, can you suck a little?" I tried to create some suction in my straining mouth but found it very challenging while it was stretched so much. Apparently, I was somewhat successful because soon he said, "Yes. That's it. Suck harder." I tried and he groaned. "Now, just hold me in your mouth for a moment. Without taking my cock out of your mouth, slide a couple of inches lower on the bed. Tilt your head back as you go." I thought about this new set of instructions for a moment to be sure I understood what he wanted. "Now, baby." I pushed my body down while tilting my head at the same time. His cock pulled a couple of inches out of my mouth but plenty of the hard fleshpole still pressed on my tongue and the roof of my mouth. "Great!" Darrel complimented me. "Now, move your head towards me so more of my cock slides back in." I did as he asked and was rewarded with the fullness of his cock against the back of my mouth again. I felt my throat wanting to gag but managed to avoid it. "Okay, Dave, I want you to do that once more. Move down a couple of inches, tilt your head back a little further and then move back onto my cock again. See if you can do that." I repeated that set of movements, feeling his cock slide out a little and then back in. This time it seemed to be moving even deeper and I was afraid I might not be able to breathe. I gagged. "Relax your throat, baby. Don't be afraid." I gagged again. "Think of welcoming something you love and want to swallow. I won't hurt you." I gagged a third time. "You can still breathe. Relax." His voice and calm words soothed my growing fear. Slowly I relaxed and the need to gag settled, too. To create the necessary friction, I pulled off a few inches. As I started to impale myself again, he moaned as I drew him deeper into my mouth. Instantly, my throat spasmed when his cockhead hit the narrower deeper place in my throat. I gagged hard. David's hand held the back of my head, refusing to allow me to pull back. I gagged and gagged. I knew I was going to toss up my dinner if that happened again. Darrel apparently thought that a distinct possibility because he finally allowed me to pull away. I gagged once more and then was silent. "Now we know your limits," he said. "We'll work to expand your range another time, but for now just enjoy licking and sucking my cock." Without removing my mouth from his cockhead, I looked up across his body to his face. He smiled and I winked at him. "Keep going," he encouraged, "but don't try to take it into your throat." I was grateful for that instruction. I found sucking cock wasn't nasty or unpleasant. It took a surprising amount of concentration to keep from letting my teeth get to rubbing his sensitive cockhead and shaft. After a few minutes his breathing picked up and he reached out to cup the back of my head. He began bucking up from the mattress, thus ramming his cock into my mouth. A couple of times he poked the back of my throat and one time I gagged a bit. "When I cum, I want you to taste it, babe. It's your reward." I wasn't too sure about this, but I figured if his precum was similar to mine, his cum would be similar to mine, too. Like every guy, I had tasted my own cum from time to time so I knew it was okay. Besides, I was a fag by virtue of sucking his dick, whether I took his cum or not, so there was nothing more to lose. His dick suddenly seemed even bigger in my mouth. "I'm going to cum, Dave," he panted and then began shooting out spurts of his sperm, which quickly seemed to fill my mouth. He moaned loudly and bucked about so that I almost lost his shooter in the middle of the whole event. His cum was thick and plentiful, and it was delicious! When we'd settled down again, he grinned and said, "Did you like your reward?" I was embarrassed to admit that I had loved his sperm. "Well?" he asked. Slowly I nodded. "Yes, I did." "There's lots more for you," he smiled as his hand encircled my swollen dick and squeezed. With just a few yanks on it, he brought me off in a very satisfying climax. This ejaculation was more of a normal intensity than the one I'd had the previous night, but it still beat most of the ones I had alone. After some clean-up we settled into sleep mode. This time I didn't feel at all weird to have his naked body pressed against the back of mine. On the contrary, it felt truly perfect and quickly the rhythm of my breathing matched his. The third night found me sucking his thick rod without much hesitation. He encouraged me to try to relax my throat and let his cock slide all the way into my throat. I gagged some, but not nearly as much as before. He suggested I put my head back over the edge of the bed while he stood. I found the position a little intimidating as I felt I had less control, but surprisingly I felt my throat relax and open easily. My head was tilted about as far back as possible. The angle was a little awkward, but I felt his cock slide deeper and I didn't feel as much need to gag. "You're doing so well, baby! Now, suck." It was actually a little easier to suck in this position because I could suck with a swallowing motion in my throat. I felt my throat tightening around the end of his cock. He groaned. "Awesome!" He backed away until the head of his cock was on my tongue. "Okay, Dave. Pay close attention. I want you to take two or three deep breaths. Fill your lungs. Then, take the biggest breath you can. Then, you can take it as deep as it will go. I know you can do it. I'll keep sliding in until your lips hit my body. When that happens, I want you to squeeze with your throat a few times." This was a little frightening, but I calmed my fears and inhaled. Holding Darrel's massive cock on my tongue, I widened my cheeks and pulled in a big gulp of air using my mouth and nostrils. I did it again and again. After three big breaths, I exhaled and then drew in as much air as possible. When my lungs threatened to burst with all the air they contained, I pulled against his hip and he fed his cock to me as fast as he could, ramming it past the end of my tongue and through the now-straightened entrance to my throat. My lips were not against his belly, but he kept pushing further. It seemed like a foot of cock opened my throat almost to my stomach! Finally, I felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on my nose, cheeks, and lips. My lips kissed his belly around the root of his giant stick. I had his entire cock in my mouth and down my throat! I felt so proud at this accomplishment! Darrel gasped and moaned. "Suck!" he commanded gently. I began swallowing, feeling the enormous surface of his cock press against the entire inside of my throat with each swallow. Each time I swallowed, Darrel emitted a sound that was a mixture of a grunt and a deep groan. I could tell he was enjoying this and my imagination of how it must feel caused my own cock to throb each time I swallowed. I think I managed about four or five swallows before I became desperate for air. I slapped at Darrel's butt and he immediately backed away until his thick cockhead rested on my tongue and I could get air around its bulk. After a moment, Darrel spoke in a raspy whisper. "That was awesome, baby! You took me all the way! I'm very proud of you." If my lips hadn't been so stretched across my teeth, I would have smiled with my own pride at this statement. His hand caressed my cheek as I sucked in a huge lungful of air. "Get a good lungful of air and take it all again. I'm very close to shooting, babe, so this time might do it. When I shoot, I want you to take the first couple of blasts down your throat and then I'll pull back so the cockhead is on your tongue and you can taste my cum. It's your reward for a great blow job." I sucked in air for a few seconds and then pushed onto his cock until I was kissing his belly again. This time I managed about seven swallows as Darrel moaned and yelped with a little more strength than before. But eventually I had to back off. After refilling my lungs, I went deep again, surprised to realize I wanted to get the reward of Darrel's jizz in my throat. This time on the sixth or seventh swallow, he gasped loudly and said, "I'm going to cum!" His hand went to the back of my head and held me in place. I swear his cock expanded until my throat was about to rip out at the seams! My oxygen was all used up and my lungs were painfully full of air that needed releasing. But there was no place for the air to go. I wondered if my lungs would explode. I swallowed again and he yelped, "Oh God!" and I felt his cock pulse from the root to the head. "Aaaaaaah!" he screamed as a shot of hot semen blasted down my throat. A second and third shot fired off and I knew this was my last moment of consciousness before I blacked out. Mercifully, Darrel pulled back after the third volley of cum, until his spewing piss slit lay on my tongue. Air raced out of my lungs, puffing out my cheeks and blasting out around the circumference of his massive cock. The fourth shot brought the hot liquid onto the back of my tongue and the entry to my throat as I drew in a lung-full of precious air. I got a slight taste of his load and he pulled back a little more. The next shot landed right on my tongue and I pushed it towards the front of my mouth where I could taste it intensely. It was a yummy, creamy treat, a true reward for all my efforts. Four or five additional spurts added to the tasty treat as Darrel yelped with each one. When his cock-spasms ended, we lay still for a minute or so, each of us breathing rapidly, his cock's rigidity softening without much change in its size. In a moment, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. His hand found the back of my head and he gently lifted up so I could easily slip my head back onto the bed. He lay down beside me. "Come here and kiss me," he said between deep breaths. His face was very red; it was relaxed; he was obviously happy. I read love in his eyes as he smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue cleaned my lips of any remaining cum, then he scrubbed my teeth, gums, and tongue as far back as his thick tongue could reach. It was sexy as hell and my cock twitched and throbbed against his belly as he worked on my mouth. Finally, he pulled back from me, giving me a very big smile. "I'm so proud of you!" he said, moving his head from side to side. "I never expected you would take so naturally to male sex and certainly I didn't expect you to be able to take all of my cock so soon." "I never thought I would suck cock, Darrel. I thought I would hate it. But," I stopped, a bit embarrassed, I think, "I've already become a dick hound, I guess." He chuckled. "Glad to hear that. I'm glad you like it." "I actually love it!" I exclaimed without thinking. Immediately I could feel a strong blush on my face. His grin widened. "I can tell!" He laughed. "Damn, baby! You're going to be the best cocksucker ever!" I couldn't believe how good it made me feel for him to say I was a good cocksucker. A cocksucker! Suddenly, I realized I had just become one of the lowest of the low, a fucking faggoty cocksucker! My smile flipped into a frown and tears formed in my eyes. "Dave! What just happened?" I could barely speak. "I'm a fucking disgusting cocksucking faggot." A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks. "No!" he practically shouted at me. "You're a great, beautiful, sexy, masculine man who is just learning how to connect on a deeper, more intimate level with other guys! Enjoying the pleasures of sex with a man doesn't make a guy a faggot. Nor does it make a guy disgusting. Get those ideas out of your head right now!" He pulled me into an embrace and rubbed my back, comforting me as a few more tears fell. I heard his words, but didn't really believe them. I sucked cock! Didn't that make me a faggot? And, aren't all faggots disgusting? He pushed me away. "Look, what just happened doesn't define who you are. If you were attracted to girls before, you're still attracted to girls. Although," he grinned, "we might have just discovered that you can also be attracted to guys. This was just sex, babe. Yes, we love each other, but we're not making some romantic commitment to each other. Don't let this freak you out. Just enjoy a whole new bunch of sex. Okay?" I wasn't entirely convinced, but I nodded. "I'll try, Darrel." "We'll talk about this in a week or two, but for now, please, trust me, just relax and get the most from each new experience." He looked deeply at me. "Okay?" Slowly I nodded, thinking, I guess I can try. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob?" he asked. I shook my head. "Wow," he said, obviously impressed. "No experience and you still gave the best BJ imaginable!" In spite of my distress at acting so queer, I smiled and felt that odd sense of pride again. "Roll over," he said and I thought his eyes twinkled. "You're going to get a great BJ right now!"