Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 19:58:27 EST
From: DarkNDreary98765@aol.com
Subject: The Incest Club - Chapter Ten


            All the members of the club had shown up at the first
football game of the season to watch Joe play.  They were proud of their
star member.  The younger had split from the fathers and started walking
around the football grounds.  The only members that hadn't come were
Jeff, Evan, West and Carlson, they all had to work but had wished Joe the
best by phone.

            Kyle, Mike, Mark, Brock, Dave, Scott, Luke, Jordan, Ian,
Chris, Zack, Anthony, Brad, Sean, Caesar, and Hans grouped together and
walked behind the bleachers.  The horny twins had dared everyone to
strip.  No one would.  They taunted them as they removed their clothes.
The two fifteen year old boys stripped off everything and started to play
with each others cock.  They stroked each other and kissed each others
piss slits.  They palmed each others balls and would lick their fingers
and slide them up each others ass.

            The rest of the guys just watched.  It was obvious that the
twins had an affect on them.  The bulges in their pants were all
straining against the fabric of their pants.

            The twins continued their playing around with each other.
Then they focused their attentions on Ian.  They knew they could get him
to join.  Mike walked up to Ian and rubbed his naked body against
Ian's leg.  Ian tried to ignore him.  Mike reached down and unzipped
Ian's jeans and reached inside and pulled the twenty-four year olds
seven inch rod out.  Ian moaned softly as Mike stroked it.

            Mark made his way to Ian and Mike and played with Ian's
cock and kissed his mouth.

            The other guys were all very excited but knew that they could
all be caught and tried to block anyone from being able to see what was
happening.

            Hans was watching the two young boys play with Ian.  He
watched as they undid his jeans and pulled them to his knees and started
to suck Ian's stiff seven incher.  He looked around and unzipped his
jeans and pulled his own cock out and started stroking.

            The twins saw this and Mike made his way to the Swede and
helped him out.  He stroked Hans's uncut cock and then swallowed it.

            Hans groaned in pleasure.  He stepped closer to Ian and Mark
where his pants were eventually taken off of him.  Hans stood beside Ian,
both were now naked from the waste down and were having their dicks
serviced by the horny twins.

            The gang watched.  Their cocks still straining against the
fabric, one by one they undid their zippers and pulled their dicks out
and stroked.  Brock had looked down at Chris and said, "Suck me."

            Chris dropped to his knees and took Brock's six inch pole
in his mouth.

            Brock shook at the sensation of his loves warm mouth sliding
over his meat.

            Zack turned to Caesar and saw that Caesar was stripping out
of his pants.  Zack tried to stop his Italian boy but couldn't.

            Caesar leaned against one of the metal supports of the
bleachers and pulled his ass cheeks apart, "You love me now."

            Zack's cock was ready to bust out of its skin.  He spit
in his and slicked up his cock and jabbed the Italian boy's ass.  He
started to pump him nice and easy while Caesar stroked his own cock.

            Kyle took hold of the seam in the back of Luke's jeans
and tore it open like a candy bar wrapper.  He licked his finger and
shoved it up the fifteen year olds ass and fingered him roughly.

            Luke yipped, then started to enjoy the rough play.

            Anthony sat on one of the cement bases of the metal supports
and pulled the fifteen year old into his lap impaling Luke's ass with
his seven inch cock.  He bounced the boy in his lap at a rapid pace.

            Luke moaned loudly having the twenty year olds fat dick
inside him.

            Brad reached down and took Sean's cock in his hand and
Sean took Brad's cock.  They tongue kissed while they jerked each
other off.

            Dave had knelt before Anthony and started sucking his five
and a half inch rod.

            Scott turned to Jordan, "Fuck me?"

            Jordan nodded and pulled his loves jeans down.  Jordan sat on
the ground and Scott straddled him and sat in his lap facing him.
Jordan's five inch cock slid inside the seventeen year olds ass.
They held each other as Scott rode his the twenty year olds dick.

            Just as each of the gang were about to blow their loads they
saw Brad and Sean hit the ground.  The half naked guys stood up.  There
was four guys standing there and they had just punched Brad and Sean in
the face.

            "Fucking faggots.  You dirty fucking faggots," the
biggest of the four biker looking guys said.  "We're going to
kick your ass.  You faggots need to be killed.  AIDS should get all of
you."  He pulled out a knife.

            The other three guys pulled out knives also.

            The gang just stood there trying to pull their pants up or
put them on depending on the state of undress they were in.  None had
time to even think about shoving their softening cocks back in their
pants.  They stared at the men.

            "Look man," Brock started, "just leave us
alone."

            "Oh, you'd like that.  To be able to get away with
molesting kids.  We aint going to let you get away with nothing."
The guy moved and took a swipe with his knife and cut Brock across the
chest.

            Brock grabbed his chest as blood poured out and soaked his
shirt.

            Chris tried to help him.

            "We'll give you anything," said Ian, "what do
you want?"

            "A bunch of dead fags," the guy said angrily.

            Brock collapsed from a light headed feeling.

            Chris burst into tears, "Brock, Brock."

            Kyle and Luke made a run for it.

            Two of the guys gave chase and tackled them.  They started
punching them and beating on them.  One punch knocked Luke unconscious.
The other man choked Kyle until he went unconscious.  The men dragged the
two limp bodies back to the gang under the bleachers.

            Scott started to shake and cry seeing his brother laying on
the ground with blood on his face.

            Jordan tried to calm him and was met with a knife in his
side.  He fell on his knees and collapsed forward.

            Scott went to lean down when one of the guys pounded him in
the head with their fist knocking him forward and dazed.

            The twins looked at each other.  They only had time to pull
their jeans up.  They nodded and took off under the bleachers in opposite
directions.

            Two guys began chasing them.

            Mike darted further under the bleachers where the bigger guy
couldn't reach him.  He moved stealthfully between the girders.

            The guy tried to catch him but Mike was too fast and
disappeared around a corner.

            Mark played the same tactic with his pursuer.  Just as he had
come to a place where he could make a clear shot to freedom the guy
grabbed him by the neck and pulled him backwards.

            The guy threw Mark to the ground and kicked him in the face.
"Get up you little faggot and get back there."  Mark was
unconscious and didn't respond, the guy kicked him a second time in
the face and then dragged him back to the group.  He was unaware that the
other twin had gotten away.  As he reached the area where everyone was he
heard that the other boy had darted to freedom.

            "Doesn't matter though.  The kid aint going to tell
anyone that he was back here fucking around with a bunch of faggots."

            From either direction the fathers came walking around the
bleachers.  Ed, Gary and Steve to the right and Kevin, Tom, Lee and Al to
the left.  They had the guys surrounded and were on their way to their
sons.

            As the attackers tried to run, two State Police cruisers
pulled into the back of the field.  They had left their sirens and lights
off so as to not draw any attention.  The four troopers got out of their
cars and drew their guns, Carlson and West ran up and cuffed the
attackers and piled them in the cars.  Jeff had called for an ambulance
and asked that the siren be silent when they arrived and no lights.  The
four troopers walked to the beaten and bloodied guys.

            Brock had lost a lot of blood.  Jordan was also very pale
from his blood loss.  Sean, Brad, Luke, Kyle , Scott and Mark were all
beaten up and some of them still unconscious.

            The fathers got their boys decent and told the others to zip
themselves.  As they finished fixing the clothes of those boys that were
unconscious the ambulance pulled up.  Each of the boys received medical
treatment and everyone was taken to the hospital.

            Brock and Jordan were in very serious condition.  Brock was
in and out of consciousness and Jordan hadn't opened his eyes since
he collapsed.  Their fate was unknown.



            Three days later the men were standing around a casket in the
cemetery.  There was silence and tears.  The men of the club tried to
console one another in their loss.  Chris sobbed with Dave.  Lee held
Gary tightly in his arms and heaved tears.  Gary cried uncontrollably as
he squeezed his longtime friend.

            The Reverend said his prayers and the casket was lowered into
the ground.  The men tossed a rose in the hole one by one and said their
good-byes.  The last two up to the hole were Gary and Tom.  They dropped
their roses and turned away.

            "What we will do without him?" asked Tom.

            "We'll get by.  We'll get through this
together," answered Gary who was embraced by Tom.

            The men walked from the grave site and to their vehicles.

            Chris walked back to the grave and stared at the casket.  His
eyes welled with tears.  A hand touched his shoulder and he turned.

            "Come on, we have to go now."

            "Why?  Why did this happen to him Brock?"

            Brock shrugged.  "Things just happen Chris, we don't
know why," he took Chris in his arms.

            "I'm going to miss him," Chris said.

            "Me too," replied Brock as he turned and walked to
the cars where the others stood.

            "We have to get that bastard that did this," said Tom
angrily through his tears.  "He was just a kid for God's sake.
Just a kid."

            Lee spoke, "We'll get him Tom, we'll get
him."

            Jordan walked up to Gary, "I'm really sorry about all
this."

            Gary nodded, "Thanks."

            "This should have never happened," Jordan added.

            Gary burst into to tears, "My boy, my boy is gone."

            The men moved in around Gary to console him.



            Evan and Jeff were at their apartment after the funeral.
They held each other.  "I just can't believe what's
happened.  I can't believe that Mark is gone," said Evan.

            "That dirty mother fucker.  I'm going to make sure he
never sees the light of day again.  I swear Evan, I want that bastard
dead," said Jeff.

            "Calm down Jeff.  I know you're angry.  We can't
get like this," said Evan.

            Jeff shook his head in disgust, "Mark was killed by a
blow to the head.  The guy kicked him in the head and killed him.  He was
only fifteen years old.  The guy needs to die.  He needs to be taught a
fucking hard lesson."

            Evan pulled Jeff close, "We'll take care of him Jeff,
we'll get him, I promise you that.  We'll get him."


Is this any good?  Do you like it more?  I thought that I'd throw a
little drama into the mix.  Let me know.  Write to:
DarkNDreary98765@aol.com.