Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2019 11:27:08 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 9 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"! One of my fabulous readers asked for an occasional update on the ages of the characters, so here we go: < Denny Cooper, Dad, 37 < Darrel Cooper, Uncle, 28 < David Cooper, 18 < Donald Cooper, about to be 17 < Daniel Cooper, 15 < Dwayne and Dwight Cooper, the twins, 11, going on 12 < Tanner Blaylock, Dave's friend, also 18 Best Wishes, Kenneth Kirk Chapter 9 David Darrel got me out of Dad's bed at 6:30 that Friday morning. Denny gave me a juicy morning- breath kiss, told me to have a great time, and patted my naked rump as Darrel dragged me into his strong arms. Darrel took me to the kitchen where we got cups of steaming coffee to inject some caffeine into our systems before he pushed me up to the second floor and into the bathroom. "Douche thoroughly and get cleaned up," he ordered me. "We need to be on the road before 8:00." "Yes, Sir!" I saluted him and set my coffee on the vanity. "Don't be cheeky," he grinned. Then he put his arms around me and drew my nakedness against his own. Fuck, it felt good to be in his embrace again. With a hand behind my head, he held my cheek against his shoulder. "This will be an awesome time, sweetie. Please just relax and allow me to help you through a new type of situation. Okay?" "Okay," I snuggled against him. I wanted more than anything to please this wonderful man. "I'll do whatever you suggest." "Good," he kissed the top of my head. "Right now, I suggest you get that enema bottle ready." I raised my head, looked him in the eye, and said, "Slave driver!" As he grinned, I kissed his mouth. He slapped my ass and we broke the embrace. We pulled out of our drive about ten minutes before 8:00 and Darrel was obviously excited about the trip. On the long drive, Darrel talked with me a lot about my future and his hopes for me. He said he knew I had learned how great sex with men can be and he said he didn't think I would ever be fully satisfied without male sexual relationships in my life. I had to agree with this idea. He emphasized how my meeting with his friend John could set me up in a unique situation in which I would have all the man-on-man sex I would ever want, but would still be able to date women and someday marry if I wanted that. I laughed and said, "You realize that sounds a little too good to be true." He laughed, too. "I know it does. But John says most of the guys in this club date women and several have married. John, himself, has been seeing a woman for two or three years, but still gets together with some of the club members several times a year. There are a couple of guys who consider themselves exclusively gay, but not many." "So, what do I have to do to be accepted into this club-without-a-name?" "First, I think you have to meet their standards for beauty." He patted my knee. "Trust me, that is not a problem." I squeezed his hand until he pulled it away to put it back on the steering wheel. "Second, you have to demonstrate that you like man-on-man sex. That'll be pretty natural, I'm sure. Third, you have to prove to them that you like to get fucked." "So, the point of this weekend is for me to get fucked by everybody?" I wasn't too sure about that. He laughed. "You'll love it, babe!" "I've never been with anyone except you and Dad like that, you know." "I know. But you have been well-trained and you can handle other guys easily enough." "I'm more worried about how many guys there'll be." "John said a dozen." "But, that could be a lot of fucking," I whined. "Oh, babe, it will be! That's the reason these guys are coming all this way. It'll be more sex than you've had before and in just a couple of days, but you'll be fine." "I guess there'll be no doubt after this that I've gone completely queer, like Don says," I groaned sadly. "I disagree, David," he said seriously. "You're no more queer than Denny or me, and we both like women. Your dad and mom were the happiest married couple I ever knew. Why do you think it nearly killed him to lose Sarah Ann?" I thought about that for a minute. "It did nearly kill him, didn't it?" "Yep! And I happen to know they had a strong and fulfilling sex life right up until she got too sick. You see, Davey, the point of the training is to make you a very talented sexual lover, whether you are loving a man or a woman. We're not trying to make you queer. It was everything Denny knew from his training that allowed him to create such a great sexual relationship with Sarah Ann." "Did Dad, uh, see men while they were together?" "Sometimes, but not a lot. Before I went to the service, he would get together with me or with your Uncle Dalton whenever possible, but since we didn't live close by it wasn't a lot. Of course, while I was in the Marines, I only got home once in a while. After my dad and mom moved to Tampa and opened the store, Denny would spend a week with them in the winter and again in the summer. So, he and Pop would have some time together then." "Dad and Grandfather!" It was hard to even consider that. "Of course. It's our family way. You knew that. Your grandfather trained Denny, then Dalton, and finally me. And he did a great job, too. He's a great fucker, let me tell you. He might be pushing 60, but he can still pound your ass like there's no tomorrow!" I blushed at the thought of Grandfather that way. "Oh, God!" I muttered. Darrel laughed. "Hell, when I first got home from the Marines a few months ago, it was every night. He'd fill my ass with a couple of loads, kiss me, and go on to bed." "You?" I'd never thought of Darrel taking dick. "Me? What, you didn't think I bottom?" "Bottom?" "Yeah. It means `get fucked.' A bottom man gets fucked by a top man." He paused and grinned for a moment. "It's the way it works in the Cooper clan, honey. Any older man can top any younger man whenever he wants. A younger man cannot top an older man unless the older man asks him to do so. And that doesn't happen too much." I thought about that for a couple of miles as we neared Aiken. "So, Grandfather fucks, uh, tops you anytime he wants?" "Absolutely. So does Denny and so does Dalton." "And you don't top them?" "No." He thought a moment. "Hmm, I have topped Denny maybe twice in my life and Dalton only once that I remember. Pop, never." He was quiet for a mile or so. "Do you remember Uncle Delroy, your grandfather's older brother?" He'd died when I was six or seven. "Barely," I said. "I remember the Christmas after Grandmother and Grandfather moved to Florida. I think he was there for dinner or something." Darrel laughed loudly. "What's so funny?" "I was just remembering that Christmas. Delroy was staying at a motel on the beach. One night, all of us guys went to see him. Pop, Denny, Dalton, and me. As soon as the door was closed, Delroy ordered us to strip, so, of course, we did. After some sucking and butt-licking, he ordered us all face- down on the bed. He fucked Pop for a few minutes, then moved to Denny, and on down the line until he got to me. He must have been more than nine inches hard. Oh! I was about 16 so I guess I'd been taking dick for maybe two years. Anyhow, I thought he was never going to cum! When he did, it was a massive load that drained out of my teenager's ass for quite a while." Okay, the image of Grandfather, Dad, Uncle Dalton, and Darrel all face down on a bed with Uncle Delroy fucking them in turn blew my mind. It was sort of gross, but it sure gave me a huge hardon! "By the time Delroy had finished himself, Pop was topping Denny. When Delroy pulled out of me, Dalton took me. After everyone had gotten off, we each had a beer, one of my first beers, and then Delroy fucked poor Dalton for half an hour while Pop and Denny plowed my stretched-out hole." "Geez, Darrel!" I cried. He reached into my lap and lightly tweaked my dick through my thin shorts. "I see you liked that story, kid! I tell you, there's never been so much Cooper cock and assholes on display as there was in that little motel room that night!" He laughed some more. "I guess we were a little queer that night, huh?" "You think?" I guffawed. "Yes, but if you think about it, there were five of us there and everyone but me was married and had kids." "Do you think you'll ever get married?" "Good question. I don't know the answer." He scratched his chin. "I've been with women quite a few times, but, to be honest, I've never had a special lady in my life." In response to my quizzical look, he continued. "The Marines kept me tired and busy and moving around. I had a few dates, but never a lot with the same gal. So, I don't know if I'm cut out to marry a woman." "So, are you queer?" Damn, I was getting bold. He laughed. "After the Florida motel story, that's a pretty funny question. But, yes, I am. But not entirely, I guess." "Would you like to get married?" "Hell, Dave, you're really getting personal." "Well, damn it, Darrel, you fuck me almost every day. How personal can a question be compared to that?" He laughed. "I'm just pulling your leg instead of your cock right now. I'm glad we're having this conversation." "So, what's your answer?" "Okay. Uh, I never really gave marriage much thought, but I gotta say, being in your house with Denny and all you boys, I really like having a family around. It's making me think about my life after Denny gets fully recovered." "All the boys are glad you've come to live with us." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "They'll be more glad when they feel my cock in their bums!" I laughed loudly. "You're nasty! But you're probably right." He got suddenly serious as we got into the small city of Aiken. We drove in silence for fifteen minutes as he concentrated on getting through the city. When we passed the city limits on the way out, Darrel said in a thoughtful voice, "I'm not worried about Dan or the twins, but I am worried about Don." I thought I knew what he meant, but I didn't want to assume, so I asked, "Why?" "The first night he was with me, he had a big chip on his shoulder. He talked about how I had turned you into a queer and he wasn't going to be queer. But," he grinned, "when he saw my erection, he started softening a little; oh, I mean `hardening'!" I was all ears. "Pretty soon, he was hard, too, and I know it irritated him that he'd gotten hard. I basically humped him until he came, uh, twice, if I remember correctly. He seems a bit more interested now, but I'm still worried he may not comply with the full training." "I think he probably will. If you think it will help, I could talk to him." Darrel smiled and nodded. "Even if you have made me queer," I laughed. We talked about the passing scenery and some other general stuff for a while. When we got quiet again, Darrel asked, "How are you doing with Denny?" "Very well, I think. At first, it was weird being naked and sexual with him, but I'm getting used to it now, I guess. I had missed him a lot the past couple of years and I'm really enjoying spending time alone with him to just talk and cuddle and get to know him again and even better this time." "He's very happy to be building this new and deeper relationship with you." Darrel got a wicked gleam in his eye. "He's one talented fucker, isn't he?" I could feel a strong blush coloring my cheeks. "He sure is," I said with conviction. "I'll share something very private with you," Darrel said quietly. "I'm not particularly fond of bottoming. It doesn't hurt or anything and I got over the concern of being a faggot a long time ago. But I'm a bit uncomfortable with the feeling of being dominated or controlled by another guy. I just like being in control and being the top fits that a lot better than being a bottom." "Yeah?" "But I absolutely love giving it up for Denny. He's probably the only man I've ever wanted to bottom for. Sexually, he's just the very best at hitting my G-spot and his big cock fits in my asshole just perfectly. But more than that, emotionally, I love giving control to him, being vulnerable to him, allowing him to do anything he wants to do with me. When he's inside me, I feel complete in a way I have never felt with anyone else. I feel so protected, safe, and secure with him. He seems to fill me up with his love and I think nothing could ever take that away from me." "Damn, Darrel, you've certainly given me a powerful hardon by telling me that." He grinned. "I know. It's so sexy, isn't it?" He squeezed my knee. "We're very lucky to have the privilege of knowing Denny Cooper so intimately." "Yes, we are," I said, holding his hand on my knee. "Can I just say, babe, that being with you is much like that for me. I do love bottoming for Denny, but, in truth, you are my number one top." "Th-thanks," he stuttered with embarrassment, turning his hand over so we could clasp palms. "Your cock is actually a little bigger than Dad's, but that isn't the thing. Maybe it's because you were my first." He whooped, "I took your cherry, baby!" I laughed. "Yes, you did. So gently, so lovingly, so thoroughly!" "Now you're giving me a massive hardon, honey!" "Seriously, Darrel, I love it when you fuck me. I'll do anything for it!" "Be careful saying something like that, baby. A bad person might really take advantage of you if he knew that." I squeezed his hand. "That's why I would only say that to you!" We drove a few miles each in our own thoughts. After a while, he said, "I know you're worried about this weekend and don't really want to go to this party." "That was true when you first mentioned it, but now, I'm scared, but also excited about it. I'm just afraid that I'll get fucked roughly or so much that it hurts me." "That's a reasonable concern, Dave. The truth is I wouldn't send you off to this party without being with you. I'll be monitoring closely how you're treated and no one will be rough or disrespectful to you. I'll make sure of that, babe." "I know, Darrel. You always make me feel safe when I'm with you." "And, let's talk about how much sex there will be this weekend." "How many guys?" "John says, `a dozen.' Of course, that could be 10 or 15, I guess. So, let's assume there will be 12. Other than you and I, that leaves 10. One of them is Alvin, who was one of the first to join the club and likes to bottom so mostly he'll be bottoming instead of topping. So, that leaves, at most, 9 who will want to top exclusively. And probably you and Alvin to do the bottoming." "I'm glad there'll be another bottom, but, still, that's a lot more tops than bottoms. It seems kind of out of balance." He chuckled. "How much do you usually bottom each day?" "Two, three times." "What's the most times in one day?" "Um, four, I think." "Okay. Do you think you could have taken it one or two more times?" "Well, I don't remember being sore, so, yeah, I guess so." "There you go. I think you're well-prepared to bottom for a bunch of guys. You'll probably find that some of them will rock your world a bit." "Like you and Denny?" "Well," he giggled, "not quite that much!" I giggled, too. "But, some of them will just be okay, tolerable. One reason I want you to have this experience is actually to extend your training. I want you to experience other guys with other cock sizes, with other techniques, and who you may not be quite so drawn to. I want you to experience sex without love. I want you to see that you can respond to many different people." "I'm starting to feel a little bit like a whore," I muttered truthfully. "Please, babe!" Darrel said in horror. "First, no money is changing hands, so you can't compare this weekend to whoring. Okay?" I nodded. "Second, you will be the center-piece of a great party and, as such, you will be giving a great gift, I'm serious, a gift to the other men there." Hmm. My ass as a gift? "Third, you will get enormous pleasure from being with these guys. I think this weekend will exceed your expectations in terms of how much fun you'll have. It will be a safe environment for you to enjoy the sexual attention of several really nice, and probably hot, guys you would not ordinarily get to meet. And, frankly, you'll be auditioning for membership in John's sex club. Okay?" I nodded. "You need to get over your judgmental view of sexuality. If we think of sex as being something to enjoy, then we can think of a party like this as an opportunity to gain a whole lot of enjoyment. That's what you should focus on." "I'll try, Darrel." We stopped briefly at a roadside burger joint in a nowhere town called Allendale about an hour and a half from our destination. A handsome blond boy of about 16 was working the counter as we ordered. He was obviously strongly attracted to Darrel, to the point that he screwed up the order at first, but eventually got it right. He seemed drawn to me, too, but not as much. I guessed he likes more mature guys. We sat for a few minutes gobbling down our burgers and fries. Several times I caught the poor boy staring at us. I would smile and he would blush and look away. Back in the car, Darrel asked what I thought about the boy at the counter. "He was very cute," I said. "I agree. What else?" "He was obviously very drawn to you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, even after I caught him a couple of times." "Correction. He couldn't keep his eyes off us. When you went to the bathroom, he watched you all the time you were walking through the dining room." "Oh. I didn't realize that." "So, how does it make you feel that this cute kid from Allendale was so attracted to you?" "Um," I thought for a moment. "It makes me feel handsome and sexy. Masculine." "If you and he were alone in a room, what would you want to do to him?" Laughing, I admitted, "I would strip him and throw him on the bed so I could kiss him all over." Darrel grinned. "Great start. Then what?" "Of course, I would want to have sex with him." "Naturally. What exactly would you want to do?" In all my training I had never had the opportunity to really initiate anything. I had just done what Darrel or, lately, Dad wanted. What would I do to this kid? I had to think about that for a few minutes. Finally, I knew the surprising answer. "I would want to fuck him." Darrel smiled. "I thought so. Do you know why that's what you would want to do to this particular kid?" I watched the farms along the side of the road as we passed. "I noticed he had this tiny little butt that looked so sexy in his tight jeans." "I noticed that, too. What else makes you want to top him?" "I don't know why I think this, but I think that's what he wanted from us." "Interesting. Do you know why you got the idea he wants your hard dick in his shitter?" I laughed at his description. We passed another barn and some horses in the pasture. "Maybe it's how he interacted with us." "What d'you mean?" "Well, he was very subdued, got flustered. He seemed, not weak exactly. He had a good build for a little guy. He seemed, I don't know, like he wanted us to take charge." "Take charge of him?" "Yeah. If he and I were alone in a room, I think he would want me to direct things, like you do with me." "Good observation. Would you say he seemed submissive? Passive?" "Yes, that's it!" I almost shouted. "But in sex, one guy can't really be submissive unless the other guy is dominant, right?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so. That makes sense." "Can you see how you responded to his obvious need to submit to us?" Slowly I nodded. "He needed to be dominated by the older, bigger, stronger men, you and me." "And he made me want to do that for him? Dominate him?" "Uh-huh. You sensed he wants to bottom for you and that made you want to top him." We went into the town of Hampton. "I wonder if I could." "Huh?" I looked at Darrel. "I wonder if I could top him. I've never done that before." "Oh. It's pretty natural." He grinned and patted my knee. "Will I ever get to try it?" "Sure. Of course. It's the second part of your training." "When?" He was silent for a minute as we went through the congested part of Hampton. "Since I got to Greenville and we started your training, there has not been another bottom available. Until there is a bottom for you, you cannot top." I looked sad, I guess. "Cheer up, dummy! I just started training Don. In a couple of weeks, I'll bring you to him, so you can top and he can bottom." Somehow, the information that I would be expected to fuck my brother shocked me a bit. "Then there will be Dan. And eventually the twins." "You expect me to fuck all my brothers?" "In time, sure. You remember that the older Cooper men can always fuck the younger ones, right?" "Um, yeah." "So, you'll be able to top any of them whenever you want once their training is completed. But don't forget, Grandfather, Denny, Dalton, and I can top you whenever we feel like it, too." "Wow," I muttered. "Trust me, babe; it's a great system." We passed out of the little town. "That sounds like a lot of sex," I observed. He laughed. "I guess it could be. It depends on opportunity more than anything. I mean, we have other things to do that take our time and energy. You guys have school, school activities, some jobs, other friends, and chores at home. You can't just spend your life fucking." I laughed. "Too bad." "I know. You're so good at it!" "Well, thanks, Darrel." I'm not sure, but I might have blushed at the compliment. We drove through some rural area of the Piedmont for a few minutes in silence. "Darrel," I said, "do you have any advice for me before we get to the party?" "Um, well, as your chief trainer, I suppose I should give you some guidance, huh?" "It would be nice." "Okay. Let's see." He thought for a minute. "The most important advice is for you to relax and have a great time. After all, it is a party!" "A fucking party!" Darrel laughed so hard, I was afraid he was going to miss the curve ahead. Thankfully, he didn't. "Absolutely! I know you like sex a lot, so just enjoy the sex, and everything else. So, about the sex. You'll be very popular. The guys are all older than you, at least 20, I think. Some might even be a few years older than me. As you saw back in Allendale, you are one hot piece of male flesh that makes other guys think about sex. So, I predict that every guy at the party will want a go at your body. You'll be presented with a lot of cocks to suck and you'll get your gorgeous little ass rammed a lot, too. I'll make sure you also get rimmed and fingered so you're ready before you get plowed. Okay?" "Um, thanks." "As for the sucking, you're an excellent cocksucker so the guys will really like that. Take them into your throat if you can. Not too many cocksuckers can do that so it really impresses a guy to find someone who can do it. It's called `deep throat', by the way. Everybody will want to get off several times each day. If you take a lot in your throat, you'll need to use your ass a little less." "I guess that makes sense." "It's all a big math problem," he grinned. "As for bottoming, you're very good at that, too. I'm sure the guys will love topping you." "How can I be sure to please them?" "Interesting question. You have to get your partner turned on at the beginning. That's not going to be a problem at this party and not often in general. One thing you have going for you is that you get so turned on yourself. You know how you always cum when you're getting fucked?" "Yes. I love that!" Darrel grinned. "So do I! It is very, very hot! And letting the other guys see how excited you get will be a big turn-on to them. So, don't be inhibited. If you want to yell out `Fuck me!', do it!" "Won't that make me seem like a, uh, girl?" "Nope. It will make you seem like you are completely turned on and that you are getting off on what your partner is doing to you, whatever that is." "Okay." He was quiet for a few hundred yards. "Um, what sets you apart from a lot of bottoms, other than how gorgeous you are, is that you always let me know you're having a great time. A man feels good about himself when he thinks he's giving his bottom the `fuck of a lifetime.'" I snickered. "Obviously, every fuck can't be the `fuck of a lifetime.' But, a great bottom can still make his top feel like it is. There are a couple of tricks you can use to make your top feel that you're loving what he's doing to you." "Please, tell me!" "Sure. Um, look him in the eye a lot. Touch him when you can. You know, grab his arms or touch his side. Make noise." "Noise?" "Absolutely. Nothing says you're getting a great, deep fuck more than grunts and groans and saying `Oooh!' and things like that. Especially if he's pounding you hard, be vocal. Every time he hits bottom, so to speak, let out a groan or grunt or something. If he's thrusting slower, more lovingly, moaning is probably best. These are pretty natural, so the trick is just not to stifle yourself when you want to make a sound. And don't be shy about being loud. Just don't be artificial." "Okay, I think I've got it." "And even though bottoming is by its nature submissive and passive, you can still be very participative. Show your enthusiasm for his cock by moving on it yourself. Don't just lay there like a dead hole. Be alive. If he's thrusting fast and hard, push back if you can. That way, you're doing some of the thrusting, too, and he will recognize that means you're enjoying it a lot. That impresses a top. If it's slower and less powerful, give his dick a good squeeze when he pauses at the end of the stroke. This feels really awesome and the top will love it. Most bottoms don't do that, so you'll be seen as a very good bottom if you do it. It's interesting because the top is sort of automatically the dominant partner, the one in control, but if the bottom is a really active participant he can take a lot of control. Even though the bottom's taking control, the top still feels in control. The top thinks he is such a fabulous top that the bottom can't get enough. If he thinks you can't get enough of his cock, he feels like an amazing stud. And he will love fucking you." "I didn't realize it was all so, uh, psychological." "Oh, absolutely. Men, especially the ones who like to top, want to be dominant studs. If topping you makes them feel that way, they will love it. You have a distinct advantage here because you are such a muscular and masculine guy. You look like a dominant partner, so if you want to submit to a guy, it makes him feel especially masculine himself." "Thanks, Darrel. That helps." "There is one down side to being so good." "Yeah?" "They'll want more!" "Oh, so if I'm a great bottom, I'll get fucked more?" "Yes. Normally that's exactly what you want. In a situation where there are a lot of tops and not enough bottoms, that can be an issue. You might need to limit them. You might need to do more deep throating. This weekend, I'll be with you all the time so I can stop the action anytime you need a break." "Thanks!" "The good news is that I know you'll impress John and the other club members. I think you will be tapped for membership and be set up for a great time at college." "I think that'd be good. Will John tell me more about the club?" "If he thinks you would fit in. There'll be a couple of other club members there, too, so you'll need to pay some special attention to them, as well. "Okay." "Oh, there is one more thing," Darrel said as we approached the I-95 cloverleaf. "Frankly, I don't think anyone will press you to top them this weekend, but if someone does, I strongly prefer that you not do it." "Why not?" I was disappointed. "Because you haven't had that part of your training yet. It'll be better if you get the instruction and supervision the first few times. Trust me on this, too." "I thought you said my training was over." "I did, but I lied a little bit." Darrel smiled. "Your training for being submissive ends with this weekend, if it goes as I think it will. But you will also be a better lover if you know how to dominate your partner or top a guy in a respectful, caring, and understanding way. We think it's better to learn to be a good bottom before you become a top. So, your training as a bottom is almost complete, but your training as a top has not yet started." "Oh," I muttered, unsure whether to be disappointed or excited. "Trust me. You're going to love being the dominant one. You'll feel very masculine." "Okay. That sounds good." We drove until about 1:45, when we arrived at the rambling beach house on the Coosawhatchie River a couple of miles outside Bluffton and a few miles before Hilton Head itself. The well-weathered house was a sort of rambling one-story wooden structure raised about six feet above the ground sitting on dozens of long 4x4 posts. A porch could be seen along the side of the house, but the front door was above a separate set of wooden steps. Four cars were parked in front of the house: a red '68 Camaro, a black Ford Galaxy, a white '69 Imperial with a brown leather roof and North Carolina plates, and a military-looking Wrangler also with North Carolina plates. By the time Darrel had stopped the car beside the Wrangler, my heartbeat was pounding in a mix of fear and excitement like I'd never felt before!