Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 05:31:11 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Special Services Division, Chapter One:  The Audition

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among late-teenage males, sex with older males, and incest.  If
these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess
such materials where you are, read no further.  All characters
represented here are above the legal age for sexual activity where YOU
live.  This story is pure fantasy.
The author does not condone either sex with minors, sex with immediate
family, or unprotected sex.  Do not reproduce this without permission.


Special Services Division
By Kevin Donovan
Chapter One:  The Audition


-1-


    After much careful manipulating and cajoling, I had finally coaxed the
pants off my buddy Jody.  In fact, I had him buck naked, splayed out on my
bed, head back, eyes closed, and breathing erratically.  I was not
strangling him.  I was sucking him off.  I had worked almost all of his
seven-incher down my throat, and I had him just seconds away from passing
the brink of uncontrollable ejaculatory reflex.  His back arched.  His cock
swelled to maximum erection.  He gasped.

      Then the bedroom door opened (shit, I thought I had it locked!), and
I heard my dad's voice.

    "Boys, you need to keep it down up here.  Mom and the girls just pulled
into the garage, and I can hear you all the way down in the family room."

    Jody froze, countdown to blast-off aborted by the sudden and
frightening interruption.  In panic, I involuntarily pulled off of his
cock, but now it just waved openly in the air, swollen, red, and dripping
spit and pre.  Neither of us had time to move our limbs.  My own bare ass
pointed straight at the door where Dad stood.  If he ever wanted to see my
pink pucker, he could almost not avoid it now.
Then, the door closed quietly,
and the lock clicked into place.  The intruder was gone.

But the spell of the sexual moment was shattered.

    "Jesus.  Shit.  Fuck."  Jody's fists struck the mattress in frustration
on either side of his sexy, naked body, and his feet began to rise beside
my hips.  My biceps constrained his thighs, and I forced myself to give his
stiffy another lick, though clearly it was deflating rapidly in response to
his panic.  My big chance was about to be lost, but I determined to salvage
as much of the situation as I could.

    "Be still, and let me finish.  But cut down on the moaning, will you?"

    "God damn, Will,that was your dad!  He saw us butt-fuck naked on your
bed!  He caught you sucking my cock!  He thinks we're fags!"  I thought
poor Jody was going to cry, which come to think of it, would be a faggy
thing to do.  I ran the bare facts through my mind quickly, and reached
some interim conclusions.

    "A--he thinks I'm a fag.  For all he knows, you are my innocent victim,
which is pretty much the truth.

    B--he wasn't angry.  Believe me, I've seen him angry, and that was not
it.  Seems to me like he was just trying to be helpful, and basically
minding his own business."

    Jody began to struggle a bit to rise.

    "And C--note that he didn't say `you guys stop that cock-sucking,' he
said, `hold down the noise.' Totally different.  And he definitely didn't
say, `Jody, you faggot, get the fuck out of my house.' More like, `go on,
but don't gross out your mom.'  So be still.  I have to practically start
all over now."

    Jody did calm down, but his mind was struggling--I could almost hear
the wheels spinning as he imagined a future in which he would be outed to
his parents, our friends, the whole school, and the world as a flaming
queer.  He'd never get a piece of snatch again as long as he lived.  But
being male, he was also feeling my warm, wet mouth around his
trouble-maker, and thinking that at this point, what the hell, letting me
suck him to completion was not going to make his fate any worse.
Fortunately for me, his teen cock opted for immediate gratification, and it
quickly resumed its fully erect state under my persistent licking and
sucking.  It took ten more minutes, but I did bring Jody off and got to
taste his most intimate secretions for the first time--slick, salty-sweet,
and masculine.  He lay still for several minutes as I cleaned his crotch
with my tongue, savoring his taste.  I hadn't yet sampled more than a few
guys' cum, and I wanted to get every drop I could.  During this interlude,
I took the opportunity to drink in his beautiful, naked physique with my
eyes.

    I'd seen him naked many times, of course.  We had played sports
together for years, and we had slept over with one another dozens of times.
Jody was never one to hide his bodily attributes, and damn did he ever have
gaze-worthy bodily attributes.  I'd never seen them from this vantage
point, swinging on his cock!

    As the only white back on our high school football team, Jody had the
speed, agility, lean musculature, and strength you would expect.  His
brawny shoulders, deep chest, bulging biceps, and ripped eight-pack were
flawless.  I loved the way his tawny skin glinted with sunny golden hairs.
But I really grooved on Jody's legs--long, entwined by perfectly developed
musculature, beautifully carved works of fleshly artistic perfection--and
his long, shapely feet, which looked so sexy in the flip-flops he often
wore, as if aware of their allure.  His legs were hair-coated, too, but
tanned and golden.  In between, from hip-bones to thighs, his skin was
almost translucently pallid, its natural hue.  His honey-colored pubes,
thick and defined, swelled from the enticing trail of wispy hair descending
from his navel.  His thick, pink, cut cock dangled provocatively over a
tight, pink, almost hairless nut sack. At the moment, his entire unit
glistened with the polish of my spit.

    "Well?" I asked.  "Did I do OK?  Do I get the job of personal, private
cocksucker?  And can I do it again?"

    Jody managed a crooked half-smile.  "It was fantastic, Will.  You're
better than any girl I know, and I didn't even have to take you to dinner
and a movie.  I will take you to a movie, though, one of these days, I
promise.  You probably won't even bitch at me if I don't call tomorrow.
But I can't promise a regular thing, dude.  For one thing, I expect to be
grounded for several years if your dad squeals to my parents about this.
But anyway, I doubt if I'll be able to show my face in his house again
after today.  Any way you can get me out of here without running into him
on the way out?  I really, really don't want to have to look at him again
right now."

    By now, he had found his boxers among my sheets, and he was pulling his
left leg up and over my head to swivel on the bed.  He stood and stepped
into the shorts.  Man, what a sweet, firm butt that boy had, even there a
swath of short golden hairs through his crack, looking almost brushed into
place.

    "We can go out the back," I answered solemnly.  "But Jody, my dad is
not a squealer.  I'm sure he won't rat on you to your folks." I answered
truthfully there, but on the inside, I shared some of Jody's apprehension
and embarrassment about Dad walking in on us that way.  I had not actually
come out to anybody, even Jody--all he knew was that I wanted to try
sucking cock, not that I had come to the conclusion I was actually gay.  I
knew I would have to spill my guts to my folks one day, but this was
neither the day nor the way I had planned to let my dad into my closet.

    Jody stood and began to put his handsome feet into his cargo shorts.
Reluctantly, I rolled off the bed and began to dress, too.

    He managed to put on a smile for my mom and exit gracefully through the
back door--I went with him as if we were doing something out back as we
went.  We both knew Dad would not involve Mom in this.  After all, keeping
it quiet to her and my sisters was his stated purpose in busting in on us.

    But I also knew, without a sliver of doubt, that I would hear more on
the subject later.  I felt my jaw set in resignation.  For the moment, it
would be a waiting game to see how and when Dad chose to bring it up to me.


-2-

    Dinner that evening proceeded as normal, my two sisters Jenny and
Sarah, who were one and two years younger than me, blithering
endlessly about friends, boys, their hair, and other inanities, with Mom as
their primary audience.  The only part of their conversation that
interested me was the boys, but I didn't let on about that.  There weren't
many gaps for Dad and me to fill in.  My two older brothers, Jeff and Mike,
were absent--Jeff wrapping up his term in college, and Mike, the recent
high
school graduate, working most evenings at the mall.  I ate quickly and made
an attempt at escape, but Mom nailed me as I tried to slip into the kitchen
carrying my plate.

    "Don't run off without helping the girls clean up, Will."

    I sighed.

    Since I had snarfed while they yakked, they were not finished with
dinner.  I took my dishes into the kitchen and attacked the pots and pans
in the sink, my usual contribution to kitchen cleanliness.  The dishwasher,
they could handle without me.  I was just about to make my escape to my
room, when Dad sauntered through with his plate.

    "Hey, would you mind coming out to the shop when you're done, Will?  I
need an extra pair of hands for a few minutes."

    So the jig was up.  Dad was already primed for the talk I knew was
coming.

    Perhaps I should come clean right off that I found my dad to be super
hot.  He kept himself in tip-top shape, and he was a hell of a handsome
dude, to start with.  I'd been a daddy's boy all my life.  I loved and
idolized him long before I was aware of how much I admired his physique.
Once I realized I was gay, I did wonder if that was part of it, but who
knows.  He was my manly ideal, and I would be devastated to disappoint him
in any way.

    When I went out, I actually found him shooting baskets on the driveway.
I grabbed a rebound, and we began to alternate shots.  He was silent for a
few rounds.

    "So, you and Jody, you've gotten pretty close," he began.

    I decided to dive right in.  "Dad, about this afternoon...that was the
first time we ever did that.  And you need to know, it was all my idea.
There is no `me and Jody,' except as friends.  He's totally straight."
Leaving open the question of what I consider myself to be.

    "I see."

    More silence for a few rounds.

    "I know I need to talk to you and Mom about it.  It's just that it's so
new and all--I didn't think I was ready for some big announcement or
anything.  But now, you know, between you and me-- only you can tell Mom if
you like-- I'm gay, OK?"

    "I see."  Another pause.  "I won't insult you by asking how you know
this.  I realize only you can know what your own orientation is."  The ball
thudded twice, and he missed his basket.  I scooped up the rebound.

    "Dad, I know.  I've known for a while, but it takes time to work
through this sort of thing."

    "I have noticed that you never showed any interest in going out with
girls."

    "I thought it would be unfair.  I mean, to give a nice girl the option
of getting interested in me, when I already knew I was not going to be
getting interested in her.  But with Jody, it was different, it was only
about me getting him off, he feels good, I feel good, no strings.  Now,
though, he's afraid to show his face around here, so I guess I did screw
that up after all."

    Dad had the ball now, but he just held it and took a step closer.
"There's something I want to say about that, and you can pass it along to
Jody.  Will, you know I've never been one for prudishness around you and
your brothers."  That was certainly true: on our fishing and camping trips
just for us guys, there was always skinny-dipping, and usually naked
fishing or other casual nudity, and in the beginning, he had been the
instigator, though we boys participated with enthusiasm.  And that was
nothing compared to the nudity practiced at our family country place,
called The Camp, which comes up shortly.  "I haven't said this to you yet,
because I thought you were too young, but obviously not--I consider sex to
be fun and I see nothing wrong with it whatsoever, as long as it's
practiced responsibly, meaning no coercion or taking unfair advantage, no
unwanted pregnancies, and no spreading diseases.  Where there's consent and
mutual respect, I'm all for it.  That covers you and Jody.  So he has no
reason to feel guilty around me.  I'll never bring it up to him again."

    "I'll pass that along.  He'll be relieved."  Yeah, and we could
continue my practice working his sausage even when Dad was in the house.
Cool.

    "So you're sure you're gay, then?  No doubt about it?"

    I nodded with conviction.  "None whatever, Dad.  I'm sorry if that
disappoints you."

    He shrugged, tossed the basketball aside, and drew me to his chest.

    "Will, I want you to be happy, Son.  I want you to be the best man and
have the best life that you can have.  I love you gay, I love you straight.
I'm in your corner, Bud, no matter what."

    I teared up a bit at that, but managed to blink them back.  It was no
less than I would have expected from my dad, but hearing him say it out
loud meant a lot.  My love for him swelled, and I hugged him back with
strength.

    After a moment, we released our hold on one another, and he gave me a
quizzical look.  There was clearly more on his mind.

    "This does bring up some other matters for us to talk over," he said.
"I mean, we needed to talk, but this changes the talk a good bit.  You
know, you are turning [the age for legal sex where YOU live] next month.
And in another couple of months, there is the big Caldwell family men's
gathering out at The Camp.  And as a [grown-up], this will be your first
time to be included."

    All this was not news to me, and I had been wondering for some time, at
least since my oldest brother Jeff went to a men's gathering at The Camp
and came back excited but strangely mum about it, just what that event was
all about.  All Jeff, and later Mike, ever acknowledged doing was hiking,
water-skiing, fishing and hunting in their season, and "you know, guy
stuff."  I didn't know about the guy stuff, but it sounded interesting to
me, being very interested in guys, and I was more than casually interested
in having that mystery resolved soon.  I liked my numerous uncles, and my
cousins were not only a fun group of guys, but there were some real hotties
among them, too.

    "Let's go on out to the shop and we'll talk it over."

    I followed Dad patiently and waited while he turned on lights and set
up pieces of his furniture refinishing project.  Meanwhile, I considered
what I did know about The Camp.  The family domain was a large expanse of
woodland that had been carved out of a family timber business, who knew how
many generations ago.  It was held in common by all the males of the
family, and everyone participated in its upkeep and its use.  But there
were two full weeks, one winter, one summer, and half a dozen three-day
weekends, when all the adult males who were able gathered there for
recreation and the practice of masculine pursuits--no women or children
allowed.  A few holidays, such as 4th of July and the weekend following
Christmas, were set aside for everyone, including women and children,
to gather.  So I had actually been out there many times.

    We had our own sizeable lake, surrounded by forested hills.  We had an
open field for sports.  Several men kept boats there, and there were three
pontoons and a number of jon-boats, canoes, and kayaks, that seemed to
belong to everyone.  There was a beach, and a floating platform thirty
yards out into the lake, with a sliding board, and diving platform.

    At the lake, none of the children wore swim suits, and almost none of
the women wore tops.  Along about puberty, most of the girls started to
wear bikini bottoms.  Some of the boys began to wear board shorts.  But a
majority of the boys never put anything on, primarily because more than
half of the grown men didn't, either.  As I water-skied past floating
pontoon boats, I often saw adult family members sunning or fishing nude.
So this was no big deal to me.  I was skiing nude myself.

      The cabin was no cabin, really, but a sizeable two-story lodge, made
of logs, with a wide porch around all four sides, downstairs and upstairs.
The upstairs porch was entirely screened, and in summer it served as a
sleeping porch.  Every room opened onto a porch, and the ancient windows
raised open to a six-foot height, which made them function as doors.
Downstairs was a huge living and dining area, featuring an enormous
native-stone central fireplace that dominated the room.  Its chimney soared
up the open center of the building.  The kitchen was actually a separate
building like in olden times, on the back of the building, connected by a
covered walkway to the porch, with its own big rock fireplace.  It had been
updated with modern appliances, though it also had its original wood stove,
but it had never been attached to the main house.  On each end of the first
level were three bedrooms, each of which contained only a king-size bed
and side shelves for night stands, which took up most of the room.  There
were no interior doors or closets, and no indoor bathroom.  Upstairs,
around the perimeter of the open area, was just an enormous bunkroom,
containing about three dozen or more double bunk beds, in groups separated
by shelving units.  Many of the bunks got dragged out onto the porch for
sleeping in summer.  The bath-house was another separate building, off the
kitchen, and it was barracks-style also, with three sections: at one end, a
big gang shower, with heads around the walls and more on poles in the
center; at the other end, a room with eight or ten toilets in very basic
booths; and in the center, an open dog-trot with a long pee trough down its
center.  With the distance from the sleeping areas, though, the men only
went out there to pee if there were squeamish females nearby.  Otherwise,
they hung it over the balcony rail and let fly.  Needless to say, this
arrangement was not terribly popular among the women and girls of the
family, and ensured that they would not agitate to join the men out there
any more often than they were invited.  Some families came in campers when
we had the big gatherings, and others, like ours, brought tents.  We rented
port-a-potties for those times.

    You had to be a Caldwell to go to men's gatherings.  In other words,
you had to be brought by your dad, when you were of age, and your dad had
to have been brought by his dad, in direct descent from the original
patriarch.  Sons of daughters got left out, because their fathers were not
of the blood. As arbitrary as this sounds, I found out later it had a
practical reason: in-laws are not kin, and they may not be permanent
because of divorces.  They also were not brought up with our family's
special tolerances.  Brothers are kin, and they are brothers forever,
whatever the state of their marriages.

    What needed clearing up for me was the question of why the men of the
family seemed to love it so, and why we had to be of age to participate
with the men.  Dad settled on his stool, and began to explain.

    "So, Will--you aren't the first one in our family to turn out to be
gay.  And I'm not the only one with the open and relaxed attitude about
nudity and sex.  Both things go way back, more than a century, but we don't
know how much more.  We know The Camp property has been in Caldwell hands
since the early nineteenth century, at least.  So maybe that far back.

    "I guess you've noticed we tend to have a bunch of kids, those of us
who marry, and we seem to produce a lot of males.  I have five children,
three boys, and my parents had six, with four boys.  Each one of them has
four or five.  My dad's brothers had a bunch of boys.  There are hundreds
of us in all, but even around here, close enough to still attend gatherings
at The Camp, there are well over a hundred who come most of the time.

    "We've always kind of run wild out there, just us guys, and plenty of
room.  So, to start with, weather permitting, no one bothers with clothes.
That won't surprise you, I don't think-- you've seen plenty of nudity
growing up.  The freedom and comfort of it is just amazing.  I think we
all get on better, too--there's no one set dressing better than another,
and that sort of thing.  Skin is skin.  You really tend to take better care
of your body, too, when you know everyone is going to see you naked again
soon.  The Caldwell men are very fit.  If anyone does start to put on a few
pounds, one weekend at The Camp, and he does a little comparing--next time
you see him, he's in fighting trim again, and no more backsliding.

    "But there's something else, too.  This goes way, way back, and I don't
know how it got started.  But long ago, I guess one of the boys was gay,
though of course, they didn't call it that, then.  The others loved him,
wanted him around, didn't want to exclude him--I'd guess they were already
corn-holing him on the side--but they had to admit, he was different..  He
liked cock, they all had cocks.  He liked sucking and being fucked, they
all liked being sucked, and fucking.  Pardon my graphic language, that's
just how it is. Well, they just worked out an arrangement.  It expanded as
the family grew, but we continue the tradition today.  If a Caldwell man is
gay, he is loved and honored and included.  But, with his agreement, he has
a special function in the family.  He provides special services for the
others."

    I'm not really slow, and I was getting the picture of this arrangement
pretty clearly, but I wanted to hear it said out loud.  "What exactly do
you mean by `services'?"

    "Personal services.  Sexual favors.  Pleasures."

    "Like...."

    "OK, sex.  Oral and anal.  Massage with happy endings.  Usually, the
Special Services Division, the SSD we call it now, does the cooking, too.
They can participate in any activity they want to, but most don't like the
hunting part, and some don't like the fishing, either, or team sports,
even.  Depends on the guy.  All this is completely voluntary, and one thing
I want to make perfectly clear: `No' always means `No,' beginning to end,
no matter what.  Understood?"

    I nodded, deep in thought.  Over a hundred guys?  That's a lot of dick!
Oral and anal?  I had fantasized about having a big dick up my butt often,
and if Dad hadn't set my plans with Jody back so much that afternoon, I was
pretty sure I'd find a way to sit on his boner very soon, but who knew if I
could actually take it, or would even want to after the first try?  Still,
we had some mighty fine man-flesh in our family, as I had noticed the past
several gatherings....

    "So here's what I'm saying.." Dad continued.  "You have a decision to
make, which you can make at any time, no rush.  You can wait until you've
been out there with the men several times if you want.  You can even stay
in the closet with the family, and just blend in best you can--if that's
your choice, I'll never `out' you.  It's totally up to you.  But if you do
choose to join the SSD, just say so, and I can get that ball rolling for
you.  You're legally of age soon, and by our family tradition, that's old
enough to decide for yourself."

    I felt a thrill of excitement run up my spine from tailbone to neck
hairs.  The fantasy possibilities were amazing.  I couldn't imagine going
out there without being myself--if there was sex going on, I knew which
side I wanted to be on.  But there was so much I still wanted to know about
the deal.

    "Er, Dad, I do have a few questions, if you don't mind."

    He shrugged.  "Shoot."

    "I have to have sex with any guy who asks me?"  I did have some
great-uncles, and even a few cousins who were not such a turn-on to me.
Any sign of arrogant prickishness was repugnant to me, like my cousin
Wally, one of the most insufferable know-it-alls I ever met.

    "Well, I guess there's a sort of balance between rudeness to a family
member and being taken advantage of...but no, you always have a right to
say `no,' to anyone, anytime, preferably with good reason, but really, just
with your reason, whatever it is."

    "I...I'm not what you'd call very experienced, sexually.  What you saw
today is all there is, that's all I've ever done, Dad.  Is there a way to
ease into this thing?"

    "Oh, sure.  By all means.  Remember, `no' means `no.' We have an
unofficial training process.  My brother Eddie, he's the unofficial head of
the Special Services Division, and he works with our young guys to make
sure they have a good first experience, and that they are ready to take on
the job, and that they know how not to get injured.  So if you want to get
started this summer, I would just get you teamed up with Eddie, and he
would take care of you from that point on.  That's why I'm telling you all
this now, really, just so you have time to decide.  But remember..."

    "Yeah, `no means no.'" I parroted.

      Duh.  I should have guessed right away that my favorite uncle, Dad's
youngest brother, just passing thirty and my life-long family buddy, was
one of my team.  If he was to be my trainer, that went a long way toward
calming any jitters I might have.

    "Does Eddie, erm, break the new boys in?"

    "No, not at all.  Unless they ask him to, that is.  But he is there to
guide the process and make sure it goes smoothly and painlessly.  No,
actually, each new boy gets to choose who he wants to give the honor to.
It could be one of your brothers, or any one of your cousins, or uncles.
But when it happens, Eddie will supervise, and before it happens, he'll
make sure you are able to handle it.  After that, he'll be there to guide
you through increasing your capacity, so to speak.  But remember, there are
over a dozen or so men in the Division--we aren't talking about you taking
on the whole family at once!  Although, I will say, I've noticed that the
new and younger guys can be awfully popular.  Oh, and your team gets some
volunteer help, too.  Some of the men who are not part of the Special
Service Division do occasionally like to take a cock, one hole or another.
That's not frowned on or anything.  I've even seen Eddie on top plenty of
times."

    He paused, looking indecisive for a moment.  Then, he made up his mind
and continued, "Well, Will, I'll just tell you.  We're handling
confidences, here, man to man. Um, I get on the bottom once in a while with
Eddie, and maybe a couple of other guys.  I guess that makes me bi,
alright?  I love your mom, and I love our sex life.  It's just that,
sometimes, I like a man's touch, too.  This arrangement makes that work for
me just about perfectly."

    I nodded to let him know I was OK with this revelation as he continued
to explain.

      "The deal is, Special Service Division guys, maybe two to a room, get
those sort-of- private rooms on the ground floor, with the big beds.
That's so that the other men can have some privacy in visiting them.  But
not so many need privacy, really.  It's pretty wide open, as it has turned
out.  I've seen guys going at it on the kitchen table before, and
everyplace else you can imagine."

      This was sounding like almost too much of a dream come true.  I felt
pretty sure I would be going from virgin to slut in record time.

      "This is shocking, I guess," Dad hazarded.  (No shit.)  "Maybe I laid
too much on you at once.  I hope I haven't scared you.  Take your time and
think about it before you say anything, OK?  And DO NOT mention this to
your mom or sisters, or anyone else, for that matter."

      "I don't need to take my time, Dad.  I'm fine with it.  It sounds
fun, you know, like you said, sex should be fun.  So tell Uncle Eddie I'm
in.  Ready for training."

      "Well, if you're sure.  Let me know if you change your mind.  Oh, one
other thing you need to decide--who would you like to have, you know, pop
the cork for you?  Do the honors for your first real ride using the stick
shift?"

      "That's easy."

      "Oh?"

      "Yeah.  You."