Subject: Training the Coopers Chapter 5 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 fty 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 fty 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 fty 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 5 David Once graduation was past, I got a summer job at the Cavanaugh Ranch about a mile and a half west of our house. I was doing all kinds of work, mostly seasonal stuff like mending fences, digging a ditch to carry water from the creek about a hundred yards to Old Man Cavanaugh’s corn field, and repairing and painting an old barn. Since I didn’t have to take care of livestock, I worked mostly Monday through Friday, although it was understood I might be called in if there was any kind of emergency. Part of my physical training program was to jog the mile and a half in each direction every day. The first week, I could barely make it home, but pretty soon it was no big deal. In fact, I got to liking it because the run allowed me to relax after work before I got home. Evenings were very regimented for me. After supper, I had an hour to watch television, talk to a friend on the phone, or read. Then I was to do my weight training, which lasted about an hour. When I was done, Darrel would take me to the shower, where we washed each other and sort of eased into the sexual part of the training. After our shower, we made the rounds together to pay a last visit to my brothers to say goodnight before we entered “our” room for what soon became my favorite part of the day. I could see the curiosity on the faces of the other guys as we closed the bedroom door, creating our own world they were not allowed to enter. Not yet, anyway. We were always in bed sometime between 8:45 and 9:00. For several nights after our first time, we did a lot of kissing, cuddling, caressing, humping each other, and, of course sucking cock. When I thought about it, I couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt to have Darrel’s gigantic cock not just in my mouth, but halfway down my throat. Although I liked getting sucked a little better than sucking, “giving head” as I learned to call it was my third favorite activity (after kissing and “getting head”). For a couple of hours, I experienced sensations that thrilled me more than I thought possible. Each night there was a good amount of screaming, most, but not all, coming from me. I was very proud when I gave Darrel such good head that he screamed when he came. Friday night, he added something to our agenda. After my workout but before our shower, Darrel said we were going to clean ourselves inside. That led to him directing me as I gave myself an enema. I tried to explain I had taken a good dump before dinner, but he said it didn’t matter. “This is not to overcome constipation, baby. It’s to clear out every bit of shit inside your rectum. You’ll feel really good and I’ll show you why you want to do it frequently.” That made me a little nervous, but I reminded myself that everything we had done was not only acceptable, but truly wonderful. So, we used Mom’s old water bottle, filled with warm water and some mineral oil. After I took a big poop, he filled the bottle with more warm water laced with some liquid dish soap. He made me hold it as long as I could and when that was expelled, he gave me a warm water rinse. He checked the water when it came out and decided I was clean in there. He explained that sometimes a second rinse was needed. Throughout the entire process, he was explaining the why’s and how’s of “male douche” as he called it. Then he handed me the bag and told me to take care of him. As we headed into the shower twenty minutes later, he announced that from now on this was to be part of my daily routine, unless I was sure I was not going to be having sex with anyone that evening. During our shower, he paid particular attention to soaping and massaging my asshole which made me figure he was going to fuck me tonight. A couple of times already he had joked about fucking me, so I knew it was inevitable. I couldn’t really imagine having his long, thick hardness crammed into my itsy-bitsy asshole without it splitting me wide open. Anxiously, I guessed I would find out before the night was over. In bed, nothing different happened at first. We kissed, cuddled, and caressed for a while. He didn’t push me down to suck him as he usually did at some point. This time he went sliding down my body, pausing for a while to suck my nipples (I loved that � it was number four on my hit parade of favorite acts) before moving down across my abs to my groin. He sucked me leisurely into his throat and proceeded to give me a passionate, hot-hot BJ for maybe five minutes. I was starting to pant and my groans were getting rather strong when he pulled off my cock and went to sucking my balls. He really got his tongue going around the whole ballsac, which made me see stars and also made me start anticipating a very strong ejaculation when he went back to my cock. But when he left my scrotum, he didn’t go directly back to my dick as he always had before. This time he just licked around my ballsac in slightly bigger circles until, oh my God, his tongue grazed my asshole. I swear it felt like he had zapped me with 110 volts. Startled, I cried out loud enough that the other guys probably heard it, “Je-sus!” I don’t normally use Jesus’ name as a curse, but it came out so unexpectedly, I had absolutely no conscious control over it. After what I first thought was an accidental touch, he took a breath and then plunged onto my hole with his tongue. The sensations his tongue triggered in my ass were absolutely unimaginable and completely unexpected. I had no idea my ass had so many nerves in it. As he licked my hole, I felt the stresses in my body slowly fade away. My brain seemed fixated on capturing the impulses shooting up the neuro- pathways from my drippy hole. After a while of constant licking, his velvety tongue quit moving around and settled into the center of my ass. I felt pressure against my hole beginning to build up. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but in a few seconds my body responded to the increasing pressure by relaxing the entrance to my hole. Suddenly I had an odd sensation followed by his tongue sliding into my hole. The physical sensations were incredible, but the emotional response almost blew my mind. He was Frenching my asshole! My brain replayed that thought so many times it was almost like a mantra. He’s Frenching my asshole! And, fuck, it felt so amazingly spectacular! Hell, I would have laid there through a hurricane, earthquake, or fire holding my legs spread open so he could keep tonguing my asshole. My moans were so loud I think they were echoing off the walls of the bedroom, but it may be that all the sound was actually coming from me. After he had worked me over thoroughly with his talented tongue, he pulled the mouth- muscle out, sort of kissed my opening, and pulled his face away a few inches. Within a second, I felt a greasy object touch me there and then force its way into my hole. It was Darrel’s finger! He swirled it around inside me and began to thrust it all the way in and back out. On its initial entrance through my anal ring, I yelped in surprise. The lotion on it was a little cold after his warm tongue and the new set of sensations caught me by surprise. As he became just a bit more forceful in his thrusting, I groaned and wiggled on the bed, lost in a whole new form of ecstasy. “Oh, yeah, baby!” I mumbled. The impulses coming from my newly discovered pleasure center threatened to overwhelm me and I drifted into a sort of semi-conscious state of giving myself up to the indescribable pleasure. Without warning, I suddenly felt escort bayan a powerful jolt of electrical discharge from somewhere in my hole. “Aaaih!” I shouted as a major glob of precum poured out of the end of my cock. It was a little different from the feelings of an orgasm, but it was as strong and as addictive. Darrell chuckled and remarked, “You liked that, didn’t you?” It took my brain a few seconds to process his question since it was focusing on processing sensory inputs from my groin. When I finally understood, I gasped, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Just then he pushed his wonderful finger back into me and I got another jolt along with a second spurt of precum. Before I was aware of what he was doing, Darrell had sneaked another finger in alongside the first one. Now I could feel my asshole being forced to expand a bit. It wasn’t painful yet, but even as good as it felt, I had a moment’s concern about what would happen next. Quickly my worries dissipated as the two fingers doubled my pleasure. My asshole accepted the second finger, actually sort of embracing it. But it was not still, even momentarily. It brought more lotion that soothed my anus as his fingers massaged it. My cock twitched and drooled continuously. Again, he made that electrical jolt of pure happiness race through me. I felt my balls churning as if my cock was getting a terrific BJ, but he only held my cock gently at the base, exerting no pressure. There was another powerful zapping and when I came back to my senses, my poor ass was stretched open wider than ever with a third finger joining its brothers in digging into me. The pressure against the inside of my anal ring was intense, but it didn’t register as pain. His three fingers played my ass like a classic violinist plucking strings as part of a symphony. I screamed with another jolt of joy. Before all the tingling had dissipated, an additional jolt exploded and I felt my balls slam against me. Another jolt followed quickly and I felt the dam burst. I screamed a long, high-pitched, sharp, warbling cry Dan later described as a cross between a dying chicken and a cat in heat. Hot cum scalded my urethra as it shot through my cock and exploded into the air. Since Darrel was holding my cock straight up from my body, the cum shot several feet high above us. Before the first gush hit us, the second blast joined it, also racing straight up toward Heaven. Before the third blast, Darrel got his mouth around my cock so he could catch the remainder of my juice. The first two shots hit him in the back of the head, splattering my nut-stuff all into his hair with some of it ricocheting onto his back, the sheets, and even my belly. I came in nearly a dozen high-energy blasts in the biggest explosion I had yet experienced. For a couple of minutes Darrel gently sucked and licked my shattered cock until no more cum oozed out. When he kissed me a moment later, he filled my mouth with my sweet and salty juices. I swallowed it down as the final page of this ecstatic chapter. He gently nibbled on my lips and licked my tongue for a moment more, then pulled away so I could breathe more easily. But, he didn’t remove his fingers from my rectum. Gently they rocked from side to side, holding my intestines open. Still there was no pain, just some odd feeling related to an itch deep inside I needed to scratch. Of course, Darrel’s incredible fingers were doing a good job of scratching this internal itch for me. I found my breath. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” He giggled. “I’m introducing you to the joys of your ass, my sweet boy.” He thrust into me. “Ooooh,” I moaned quietly. My cock drooled some more. Over the next few minutes, he added yet another finger, eventually winding up with the middle and index fingers from both hands rammed into my butthole. They moved in a complex choreography of thrusting and rotating that reduced me to a moaning, writhing blob on the bed. Lying against my abs, my cock jumped and twitched while it drooled copious amounts of precum into my navel. It was as if I hadn’t cum in weeks. When the maestro began plucking those strings again, only another minute and four jolts of joy brought me to another screaming orgasm. The intensity of feelings inside my cock so soon after the previous ejaculation actually crossed into the pain zone so this blow was a delicious mix of pleasure laced with pain. I howled in a sound Dan described as “stuck pig squealing into a microphone.” Darrel licked my abdomen as he tenderly withdrew the fingers one by one until my gaping ass was empty and lonely. He fed me again and then grabbed a towel to wipe us down. When I had come down from the zenith of my orgasm, I turned to look at him. I found him looking at me with a great deal of love and happiness in his eyes. “Did you like that, Dave?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes. I grinned exhaustedly. “You know it! I never dreamed my ass could feel so good. When you, uh, kissed it, the rush of new feelings was incredible. And then, when you put a finger in, I could feel it where I didn’t know I even had nerves. And then there were those, I don’t know, jolts of sensations I never heard of. God, the feelings were the very best, ever!” “I wanted you to experience the great sexuality that resides in your asshole. Did you notice that you came � twice � without any attention being given to your cock?” “Oh, my God, yes!” I laughed. “Talk about magic fingers!” He laughed with me. He held up his four big fingers, putting them together. “Think of what you had in your tight little ass.” He wiggled the fingers. I stared at them. “Although a cock is a lot different from fingers, you might imagine now that it won’t hurt like you thought it would.” I felt my resistance to getting fucked falling away like a butterfly shedding its cocoon. I almost felt as new as a butterfly, too. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m still pretty nervous about it, but I want to try.” “We will soon, but not tonight. I want you to have some time to make these new feelings a part of you first. Now, I think you realize it isn’t just your cock that gives you an orgasm. It’s your cock, your balls, your asshole, your mouth, your nipples, even your brain. It’s everything adding the sensations together to bring you off.” “Hmm. How did you give me those jolts from my hole?” “I massaged your prostate. It’s like the trigger to your orgasm. I rubbed it with my fingers and if I would lightly tap on it, you’d get a jolt and a blob of precum.” “And you’ll teach me to do that, too?” “But of course,” he smiled. “You’ll be massaging my prostate in a few minutes.” True to his word, he had me licking and kissing his butthole a few minutes later, then anxiously pushing my tongue through his sphincter, as he called it. I was shocked at how clean it tasted and how smooth the inside of his ring felt. He taught me to work his ass with my tongue and then with my fingers. He explained where I would find a bump on the inside of his ass and I laughed happily when I found it. I felt an unusual power as I learned how to rub and tap his prostate to give him an electric jolt and make his cock drool. I had to suck him while finger-fucking him before he came, but it was an incredible sense of control to accomplish that. He came so much I couldn’t hold it all and had to swallow. Still I had a mouthful to feed him later, too. We slept cuddled together again, exchanging luxurious blow jobs the next morning before getting up to enjoy some mild teasing by the guys as we shared bacon and pancakes. After breakfast, Darrel took me on a little shopping spree. He directed me to drive to a rather seedy section of Washington Avenue in central Greenville to a plain-looking, concrete-block building with a gravel parking lot and a rear entrance. There was no sign on the building, save the street number. Several cars sat silently in the small lot. On the door was a sign that read “Adults only. No one under 21 admitted.” Darrel hobbled from the car to the door, leaning on my shoulder for support. He pushed through the door into a very brightly lit room with display counters around the perimeter and magazine racks across the back. In the middle of the back wall, a swinging door containing a sign reading “Video Arcade” could be seen. By this time, I realized we had entered an adult bookstore. In spite of the “under 21” prohibition, I stayed close beside Darrel. Without looking around at the merchandise, he sidled up to the counter where a sixty-something, gray-haired man wearing wire-rimmed bifocals sat reading the Sunday newspaper. He looked like somebody’s grandfather. No one else appeared to be in the store even though several cars were parked outside. “Morning,” the clerk said in a thick drawl right out of the South Carolina lowlands, looking first at Darrel and then me from top to bottom and back again. He must have liked what he saw because he smiled and his face seemed to relax. “How can I help you fine gentlemen?” Darrel wasted no time on small talk. “We want to look at your dildoes,” he said plainly. The clerk’s eyebrows rose a few millimeters at that. “O-kaaay.” He gestured to a display case on the wall behind him. “This is what we have. Anything look good to you?” “I need a selection for training a virgin,” Darrel said without inspecting the offerings. Furtively, the clerk darted a glance at me, his mouth slightly open in an “O” of surprise. I could feel a major flush feeding my face. “Virgin male or female?” Darrel stared blankly at him for a beat or two. “Male.” “I see.” His bushy eyebrows rose another fraction of an inch. His tongue darted to one side where it flicked a drop of spittle off the corner of his mouth. He swiveled on his chair and pulled open the glass door to the display case. He reached to a low shelf and picked up a black tube I judged to be about six inches long and an inch, maybe inch and a quarter, in diameter. He laid it on the counter in front of Darrel. “This is a good beginner dildo,” he said and glanced at me. My face burned. My cock tingled. “It’s good quality,” the clerk said, looking kocaeli escort bayan again at Darrel. “Cleans up with soap and water.” “Okay,” Darrel nodded. “Step two?” The old man turned back to the case and searched it with his eyes for a moment. He picked up a flesh toned rubber cock I judged to be seven or seven and a half inches long and almost two inches in diameter. It had a pair of balls right at the base of the cock. He placed it on the counter, his lips drawn tightly together in a sort of pucker. When I looked down at the big dong, I thought it looked a bit obscene just lying there out in the open. It resembled our cocks too much to pretend it was something other than a fuck toy. My cock twitched in recognition. How would that feel inside? Fuck! My ass twitched, too! “This model will get him ready for the real thing, no doubt. Or,” he glanced at me, “it can keep him happy when daddy’s away.” I felt sweat breaking out on my forehead as well as a stiffening in my loins. Darrel looked at it for ten seconds. “Okay. Step 3?” “Hmm,” the old man moaned involuntarily. He picked another pink-ish cylinder of rubber and laid it on the counter. He couldn’t resist looking at me. Surreptitiously, he licked his lower lip. Darrel looked at the monster for a moment. “What are the dimensions?” The man looked at it again. “Eleven and a half long and six and a half in circumference.” Holy fuck! I thought. No way! My heart beat faster and my ass felt as hot as my face. Uncle Darrel must have read my thoughts because he said, “Do you have something just a little bit less, uh, challenging?” “Sure,” the man said as he swiveled to look at his wares. Next, he placed another dildo on the counter. This one was a bit more reasonable in size, but was still formidable. “Ten inches by six inches,” he said. I stifled a moan. My cock released a blob of precum into my briefs. “Okay,” Darrel said. “We’ll take these three.” He pointed at all but the monster. “Awesome!” the man smiled. “No Step 4 today,” he chuckled. “How about cock rings, butt plugs, whips, restraints, elbow grease?” I didn’t know what any of those were, except whips, of course. I think I shuddered and I’m pretty sure a blob of precum wet my briefs. “No, thanks,” Darrel said to my relief. As the clerk returned the rejected dildo to his case, Darrel added, “On second thought, how about a leather cock ring?” The clerk smiled. Quickly he pulled a tray out of the case between him and us. Setting it on the countertop, he smiled and said, “We have a very nice adjustable number here.” He rifled through the contents of the tray and pulled up a black leather strap about half an inch wide and eight inches long. Near one end, it had a snap like my football jacket and from about the mid-point to the other end, it had snap inserts spaced about every half inch. I’d never seen anything like it. My cock seemed to like it as it throbbed to a full hardon. The clerk plopped the cock ring onto the counter in front of Darrel, who lifted it. Curling it around, he snapped the two ends together and held it up to look at the circle it made. I thought the leather strap might fit around the biggest dildo that way. Laying the cock ring back on the counter, Darrel said, “This, too.” “Of course,” the man said. Glancing coolly at me, he continued, “A butt plug can keep the boy ready all day.” I felt a serious flush hit my face simultaneous with a serious dribble of precum hitting my briefs. Fuck, I thought. “Let’s see `em,” Darrel said. Quickly another tray appeared. This one had black rubber or plastic cones with rounded points at one end and wide flanges at the other. I was very intrigued. Darrel pawed through the selection, picked up a couple, inspected their dimensions, but replaced them. After a minute he returned to one of his earlier choices and raised a particular plug a second time. Over his shoulder I could see this plug had an indentation right above the wide flange. The indentation was maybe half or three-quarters of an inch long and maybe an inch in diameter. Above that, the plug expanded to about twice as wide, then it tapered to a rounded point about four inches from the flange. I was curious about how that would feel. He set it on the counter and said, “This one.” “Excellent choice,” the clerk smiled. “That’s all,” Darrel said. The old man looked over at me with a wicked smile playing on his mouth. “Restraints, in case he doesn’t cooperate?” Oh, my God! Darrel looked at me and grinned. “Not right now. We’ll be back if we, uh, need them.” The clerk gave up the potential sale graciously. “Of course. I’ll just add it up,” the man said as he turned to a small adding machine and started punching the keys. After a moment, he announced, “That’ll be $71.45, please.” Wow, I thought, these things are not cheap. Uncle Darrel pulled his wallet out of his pocket and extracted four $20 bills. The clerk handed him the change and put everything into a brown paper bag. Looking over his spectacles at me, he smiled and said, “I hope you enjoy your purchases.” My face burned again in humiliation and embarrassment, but that didn’t prevent my cock from jumping and my ass from twitching. Darrel picked up the bag and we turned toward the door. “Thanks,” he said. “My pleasure,” the man said. “Let me know when he’s ready for Step 4!” he called out, but we were saved from a reply by the banging of the door behind us. Back at the house a little while later, Don cornered me for a moment, bluntly asking me what was going on in my so-called training. “Hey, man,” I answered. “Don’t ask me that. You know I’m not supposed to tell you about it. Everything is cool.” I couldn’t avoid a very satisfied grin. “But Darrel is right. You’ll enjoy your training more if you don’t know much before it starts.” “I know you guys have gone queer. I can tell from the sounds you make.” “All I can say is that you need to keep an open mind. I`m learning amazing things and, no, I haven’t turned queer. I still like girls and plan to get my share of coeds when I get to UNCA in the fall. What I am learning in the training will just help me be the best stud the girls ever had.” “Sounds good, Dave, but how are you learning about girls when you are doing it with Darrel?” I patted his arm. “Trust me. I’m learning a lot that will help make sex great with a girl. That’s really all I will say right now. Just be patient. Your turn will come up soon enough.” For several nights, Darrel monitored my nightly douches and then worked my ass with his tongue and fingers until I got off at least twice. By the end of the week, I could hardly wait to jump face down on the bed with him kneeling between my wide-spread legs. I couldn’t believe how erotic all this was. I consistently got the best orgasms of my life and neither of us even touched my dick! My orgasms were coming directly from my asshole, specifically my prostate. Usually after my first ejaculation, he would turn me over and ram his big cock right down my throat for a short BJ until he would coat my esophagus with his spunk. Then he would work my ass until I came a second time. In the mornings, he would blow me and I would return the favor. It was a great way to live except that I had a few psychological issues to trouble my thoughts. There was no denying that Darrel had taken me to a place where the sex was well beyond anything I had experienced before. Did that mean in the future I would never feel satisfied with the sex I have with girls? Did that mean Don was right, that Darrel had turned me queer? Would I abandon wrestling for cocksucking? And, what about that fuck Darrel had promised to give me? After all the attention he’d been giving my ass and all the incredible orgasms I’d had, I had been wondering how good it might feel to have something bigger than his fingers back there. I was wondering how it would feel to have something go deeper up my hole than his fingers could reach. If I was being really honest with myself, when I was at Cavanaugh’s painting or stringing barbed wire, I’d find myself sporting a boner because I was remembering Darrel’s lips at my back door or his fingers pressing against my prostate. It was a very short journey to imagining his hard eight-plus inches sliding across that sensitive spot. On each successive night when he would be massaging me beyond the sphincter, it became more and more difficult to keep from asking him to fuck me. When I finally admitted to myself that I was so curious about how it would feel that I was willing to take the risk of it hurting, I knew I was a goner. That night (it was Thursday), I finally brought it up to Darrel. He was doing a three-fingered prostate massage when I groaned out my request. “I want you to fuck me,” I mumbled, embarrassment and humiliation steeling my vocal power. Darrel paused, fingers buried three knuckles deep. “What did you say, baby?” My cock throbbed so hard I thought I might be cumming. “I’m ready,” I said distinctly. He wiggled his fingers provocatively. “Ready?” “Yes!” “For what?” “For your cock.” “What about my cock?” I knew he knew what I wanted. I also knew he was playing purposefully dumb so I would have to say it outright. In order to avoid further delay, I decided to be very clear. “I want you to put your cock inside me. In my asshole. I want you to fuck me.” He wiggled his fingers again making me squirm in delight, anticipation, and anxiety. “Please? Please fuck me, Darrel.” His fingers gently withdrew a bit and returned to my depths. “I’m glad you’re ready, baby.” He thrust again. My cock jumped and drooled in anticipation. “I will fuck you tomorrow night.” What? To hell with that! “Tomorrow!?” I snipped indignantly. How dare he take this very difficult request and, well, shove it up my ass by refusing to shove it up my ass now! “Tomorrow,” he repeated softly as his fingers swirled around the inner loop of my anal ring like roller derby queens in kocaeli escort the inside lane. “We need to prepare you just a bit more first.” What on earth more could be done to prepare me? I wondered. My hole was stretched open, lubed up, and itching to be fucked! Clumsily, Darrel reached into the nightstand drawer, felt around a bit, and finally removed the little black dildo we’d purchased on Sunday. He picked up the lotion bottle and greased it up well. He held it against my sphincter and calmly instructed, “Relax like you’re trying to take a shit.” He increased the pressure on my hole a bit, I relaxed a bit, and the end of the rubber dick pushed its way inside me. It was cold compared to Darrel’s tongue and fingers. It was smooth and I felt the pressure it created as it pushed my little sphincter outward. There was no pain, just a feeling of strangeness. “Are you okay, babe?” Darrel asked. “Yeah.” In fact, although it felt weird, it felt good somehow. It was soothing to my butthole, which had been feeling itchy and needy a moment before. “Relax some more.” I pushed with my ass-muscle, and he shoved a couple of inches past my sphincter. I gasped as it brushed against my prostate. This was definitely bigger than his fingers, and was in as deep as his longest finger by this point. I strained just a bit, but my ass seemed willing to accommodate this new invader without much difficulty. The dildo paused and then began sliding very slowly deeper and deeper. I held my breath and practiced relaxing. After another minute or so, it stopped moving and my asshole adjusted again. “You’re doing great, baby,” Darrel said as he caressed my left buttock. “How does it feel?” “Uhm. Okay. I feel really full, but okay.” “Is there any pain?” “No. None.” “Wonderful. Then we are taking things at the right pace. Now that your body has adjusted to the size of this rubber cock, I’m going to begin moving it as if a man is gently fucking you. Okay?” I felt this was inevitable and I really wanted this experience. “Yes.” The fake cock slid out and I had a slight sensation of taking a shit. It felt good as it drew back across my prostate and I felt my cock surge as more blood poured in. Darrel pushed and pulled on it for about eight or ten minutes, repeatedly burying it and then retrieving it. Magically, my ass seemed able to stretch each time it entered and then retract some as it retreated. I breathed deeply as I concentrated on the unusual feelings in my ass. When he would push the dildo all the way into me, he would pause and I would moan from the pleasure and excitement. My cock throbbed and drooled as it swung between my legs. Without a warning, Darrel pulled it all the way out of my ass. I wasn’t ready for my initial dildo experience to end so soon and protested, “Awww.” “You want some more, don’t you?” “Ye-e-es!” “Roll onto your back,” he commanded. I obeyed and placed my ankles on his massive shoulders. He added a little lotion to the dildo and put it against my hole. This time he just pushed forward and my asshole swallowed the whole six inches in one drive. “Ooh,” I moaned. My cock twitched on my abdomen and spit a bit of precum into my navel. Darrel began moving the rubber dick back and forth with more speed and force and I began to grunt with each full penetration. When I reached down to stroke my cock, he batted my hand away. “No!” he snapped. “You’re going to cum without touching your dick.” He started speeding the pace of the lovely fuck he was throwing me. My asshole had never had so much stimulation and the sensuous impulses began shooting faster and faster through my nerves as they bombarded my brain. “Oh, yeah!” I cried. As the pace quickened, so did my grunts, which soon became one long, continuous moan of pleasure. Minutes passed and the puddle of precum in my navel overflowed and began running across my abs and down the side of my hip onto the sheets. My torso was wiggling around without any direction from my conscious brain and my cock was bouncing around from its own clenches as well as from the physical force of Darrel’s handiwork as he plunged the hard cylinder into me as fast as he could move it. The constant friction on my prostate had lit a fire that seemed poised to burn out of control. My balls churned. My groin, my innards, my butthole vibrated with all the electricity passing through the area. My moaning grew louder and it became higher pitched. The feelings were so amazing I didn’t care what my brothers might think. I just wanted this moment to last forever, but at the same time, I wanted the big orgasmic payoff I knew would come eventually. My asshole strained. My breathing became gasps. My moans became yelps. My drools of precum paused as the fire in my asshole suddenly exploded into an inferno that burned up my hole as scalding shots of boycream escaped my body to fly up along my abdomen until they smashed themselves into oblivion on my pecs, nipples, sternum, Adam’s apple, neck, chin, and clavicle. My high-pitched yelps became shouts of the agony of release. “Aa-iiiiehhh! Aaa-iiieeeehh! Aaaaaa-iiiiieeeee!” As cum blasted out of my cock, Darrel continued pounding my ass until the last dribbles pooled in my navel. Then he held the dildo still, fully inserted in my rectum. There was no sound in the room, or the house for that matter, except the deep intakes of my breath and the movement of the bed springs as Darrel shifted so he could lean over me and kiss me. He kissed me for a moment, then dropped his head to lick cum from my neck, pecs, and especially my nipples. I cried out in a little pain when he sucked my hyper-sensitive nipples. He gave me about three minutes to recover before he swung his leg across my bod, flipping over in mid-air, and slapping my cheek with his drippy big dick. He muttered, “Suck me!” and dove onto my semi-hard dick. Simultaneously, he fed his cock deep into my throat, fed the dildo deep into my asshole, and swallowed my cock into his velvety throat. About five or six minutes later, I was rewarded with his big cum dump directly into my throat. But that didn’t slow his assault on my ass one bit. He let his cock soften in my mouth like an adult pacifier as he pounded the dildo into my poor ass relentlessly. The heavy sex we were having lifted me to a sexual peak only a couple of minutes later when I spewed another good load down his throat. He held the dildo in place a few minutes before he released it so my body could push it out naturally. When at last it popped out, I felt seriously empty inside, but more satisfied than I could have imagined. Darrel released my cock and it slithered to the sheets between my legs and against the dildo lying there. He lifted his body, which pulled his semi-rigid prick from my mouth. In a moment he had turned and scooped me into his arms, pulling me onto his chest for a long, intimate hug. After we cleaned up, he spooned me into a deep, satisfied sleep. Early in the morning, I drifted into a dream in which I was naked on stage in our high school auditorium. I was draped over a chair, bench, or something and Jerry Baker, a team-member from football, was fucking me powerfully. Behind him stretched a line of guys across the stage, down the steps, and all the way down the aisle to the very back of the auditorium where the swinging doors were open with the line going out of sight in the foyer. The guys were all smiling, high-fiving each other, clapping each other on the back, and saying things like “Fuck his faggot ass!” or “What a tight fucking asshole!” or “Look at him. He loves it! Such a fag!” I was spared taking the whole school when I awoke to Darrel’s voice saying, “Wake up! Wake up, baby!” When I looked over my shoulder at him, he smiled and said, “You were having a bad dream.” “Yeah.” “But you’re safe here in my arms.” I struggled to turn over so I was facing him. I kissed him chastely. “Thank you for being with me,” I said. “Nowhere I would rather be,” he answered and kissed me back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll protect you.” In seconds, I did go back into a nice, deep sleep where no one hurt me. Daniel’s Comments That morning Donald and I waited until everyone, including Dad, was sitting around the breakfast table before we started in on David about the amazing sex-sounds we’d listened to for over an hour last night. Don started it. “Hey, did anyone hear that cat in heat last night?” Dave turned pink as everyone looked at him. Darrel tried to hide a smirk. No one said anything for a second, until I said, “Oh, Don, that wasn’t a cat you heard. It was someone stabbing a piglet to death.” Dave turned red, dropping his eyes to look at his eggs. Darrel began to grin. Even Dad’s eyes perked open. Don continued, “Are you sure it wasn’t some silly girl getting raped in the upstairs hallway?” Dave went purple, his mouth falling open in embarrassment. Darrel laughed out loud. Dad smiled and said, “Maybe the girl wasn’t being raped.” For an instant we were all shocked that Dad was commenting, then what he said hit us and we all started laughing, all but Dave, that is. I think he had gone black in the face by that point. “Well,” I finally was able to talk, “if she wasn’t being raped, then she was having a wonderful time!” Dave started to stand up, but Darrel restrained him with a hand on his arm. “Okay,” Darrel said as Dave dropped back into his chair. “You’ve had your fun and I admit you all have a devilish sense of humor and that’s a good thing. But I need to remind you boys, every one of you will get your turn at the training, so beware that any teasing you do to poor Dave may come back to bite you later.” Donald Oooh. He was right. Fuck, I’d be up next. I wondered just how soon that would be. Every day I was becoming more curious about what they were doing in there. I’d had sex with my girlfriend Gisele a couple of times last year, but, honestly, it didn’t feel anywhere near as good as Dave’s cries had been sounding. Even though I was concerned about the faggy aspect of it all, my cock twitched when I thought about soon having my turn in Darrel’s bed. Dave was obviously embarrassed about turning queer. At least he had that much pride left. “Sorry, Dave,” I said. “It’s all in good fun.” He glared across the table at me. “You just wait!” he growled.