Date: Sun, 16 May 2010 03:04:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division chapter 12 gay incest

This story continues to depict graphic descriptions of sex between males,
including relatives.  If that offends you, or if it is illegal to read or
possess such material where you live, leave now.  All characters are above
the legal age for consensual sex where you live.  This is a fantasy!  It is
entirely fictional. The author does not condone either unsafe sex or any
kind of sexual abuse or exploitation of minors.  Your comments are welcome
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SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISIONCHAPTER TWELVEMEN'S WEEK, Part One

	On the one hand, Colin and I were excited that the third week in
August had arrived.  On the other, we were sorrowful.  It meant that,
afterward, our time together would be short before both of us had to go
back to our respective schools, and we would be separated most of the time
for months to come.  Still, this week at The Camp was what we had trained
for, the premier performance of a life-long run for us, and we were both in
a state of nervous anticipation.
	All our work at Eddie's was just about done.  His fences and
outbuildings gleamed with fresh paint, his horses shone, and his pool,
landscaping, and even his house were immaculate.  We'd even been doing all
his laundry (which, face it, was mainly sticky sheets, very few clothes).
The three of us were buff, trimmed, and tanned to a turn.  We spent our
final few days before the fishing get-away grocery shopping.  Eddie had the
system down to a science, with certain items to be picked up at certain
stores.  At mid-week, there would be another day-long run to town for the
supplies for the second half.  Feeding some eighty hungry men three squares
and snacks for nine days was no small enterprise.
	We set out on Friday morning with our trailer filled with boxes and
coolers.  The rest of the SSD, and others as well, would be arriving
throughout the day, but most around dinner time.  That would give us the
bulk of the day to unpack and organize, and get the first meal of the event
underway.  We didn't bother dressing for the trip-- in fact, we set out
without a single stitch among us to wear, even for back-up.  Eddie's truck
was high enough to give protection from passing four-wheelers, and the
trailer slowed him down enough that he didn't pass many trucks.  There
would be sheets and towels out at The Camp, and that would be all the
textiles we would need.  So we brought caps, flip-flops, and sunglasses,
stuck some running shoes in a bag--and that was it-well, other than Eddie's
big, silver cock-ring.
	The trip took about an hour and a half, and luckily we had no flat
tire or other emergency requiring a stop.  The Camp property was hidden
away in a shallow valley within the ridge and plateau of a mountain,
offering quite a bit of almost level land, and plenty of room for the lake.
The altitude provided relatively cooler summers, but also snowier winters,
than the lowlands nearby.  Very few outside the family were even aware it
was there, and it was completely private.  The dirt access road climbed the
steep outer side of the mountain, by all appearances a logging trail to
nowhere, but upon cresting the hill, we were greeted with the breathtaking
panorama of a veritable Shangri-La unfolding before our eyes.  The land was
ringed by old growth forest, deliberately spared long ago by our own family
timbering crews, and the lake shimmered in the distance.  We could glimpse
the silvery glint of the tin roof of the lodge itself to our right.
  I'd seen it before, of course, since my family had been bringing me out
here all of my life.  This was the scene of most of our boys' and dad
camping trips growing up.  But now I took it in with new eyes, and I began
to understand for the first time what a special and priceless place this
was.  As a male Caldwell, I was automatically a share-holder.  At age 25, I
would receive documentation to that effect and become a voting member of
the clan.  At 30, I'd begin to get my annual assessment for its upkeep, and
for the supplies for these gatherings.  Colin caught my eye with a
sympathetic look.
	"Pretty grand, huh."
	"I hadn't really thought about how unique this place is before."
	He took my hand, and leaned over to kiss me.
	"I've always loved it out here.  But I'm going to love it much,
much more having you with me."
	Eddie beamed as if it were all his and it was his pleasure to share
it with us.  I think he sort of felt that way, and felt that way about us,
too.  We were "his boys," and it was his proud. pleasure to share us, as he
did himself, with the men of the family.
	As we unloaded and organized our supplies, more of the SSD began to
arrive.  There would be seventeen of us this week, out of some twenty-two
in the family in all. (Everyone was expected to register their attendance
with Eddie in advance, so that he could plan adequately for meals.)  Some
were among the elders of the family, including Great-uncles Joe and Bill,
my own namesake.  They were not in high demand anymore for sexual favors,
except among a few of their contemporaries, but Bill did have one unique
quality: he had full dentures which, when extracted, gave him the ability
to give, according to repute, bone-shattering blow-jobs.  He already had
the teeth out when he arrived, naked like us, and he put them in only at
mealtimes, and not even all of those.  We also had a smattering of men in
all the other decades of life beneath these elders, though six or eight
were unable, because of work or other obligations, to get away.
  Unquestionably, though, there was a statistical increase in
homosexuality, or at least openness about it, among the 30 and under set.
Among the men I'd known all my life and regularly played sports with at
family gatherings were: Casey, age 28, red-headed, freckled on milky skin,
and a full ten inches erect, with low-hanging, pink balls; my cousin Doug,
25, with dark hair, fair complexion and sparse body hair, sleek and feline;
Cody, 24, brown hair, green eyes, killer smile and killer abs; and Wesley,
21, brown buzz cut with permanent weekend stubble and one of the cutest,
silky asses I ever saw.
	Eddie posted our work teams, but Colin and I already knew we were
on Team Alpha, with cooking duty that first day, since Eddie knew we'd be
there early.  In fact, we had helped him make the gallons of spaghetti
sauce, for which he was justly famous, the day before.  All that remained
to get supper out was to heat the sauce, pasta, and bread, and toss
prodigious quantities of salad.  We'd also baked eight cakes for dessert!
Once the pantries and commercial cooling units were all stocked, we set up
the enormous mahogany bar and placed big iced tubs of beer and sodas at
various convenient locations around the porches and gathering room.

      Colin and I were assigned the center one of the three bedrooms on the
east end of the lodge.  It was only about twelve by fifteen, and it had
nothing in it but a comfortable king-size bed and some shelves on the
walls.  The entry opened straight off the large gathering room-which made
up two-thirds of the downstairs space for living and dining, and two
windows opened onto the side porch.  We had nothing to unpack, but we did
get a couple of rolls each of paper towels and toilet paper, and a
porn-flick-size bottle of lube.
      "You won't need all this, though," Eddie said.  "You'll have enough
sperm in you all the time to impregnate India.  You'll stay as slippery and
as wide open as a two-dollar whore."
      I guess, if your services are absolutely free, you aren't technically
a whore, just a slut.
      He put us to work assembling a panel structure that surrounded one of
our windows and one window of the room next door, which was to be occupied
by Doug and Cody, with Greg thrown in for good measure.  (We were stacked
up higher than used to be the case, since our numbers had grown suddenly).
The panels created a set of glory holes, which would be manned by two or
three of us SSD men every night from eight to two, in rotation.  With a
couple of camp stools and pillows for kneeling in there, the occupants were
set up to suck cock through the holes for their two-hour shifts.  That
meant that "our" room would get some traffic as men moved back and forth
from taking their turns at the holes.  We understood, though, that the bed
was really assigned to us personally only for sleeping: there would be
other guys making use of it for sex from time to time.
      About three o'clock, Stewart stuck his head out our window.
      "Hey, guys, Eddie says he doesn't think you'll hurl if he assigns me
to bunk with you.  That OK?"
      "Hell, yeah.  We'd never kick your ass out of our bed, Cuz."  We
fist-bumped and then hugged.  Damn, how I love to hug a well-muscled, naked
man with a big, full cock.  It feels so good, strong muscles and that firm,
fleshy member pressed against mine.  Next thing I knew, our mouths were
wide open, and Stewart was painting my tonsils with the tip of his tongue.
      "I haven't fucked so much as a cat since I left you weeks ago!  I'm
dyin', guys, horny as all hell."
      Poor Stewart had been stuck at home with his folks, and even his dad
had not touched him since his return.  He was definitely horned up for this
Camp gig!  He had me backed up against the edge of the bed in minutes, and
very shortly, I was flat on my back, feet up, with his big dick-head poking
against my sphincter.  Colin thoughtfully came over and smeared our
corresponding parts with some of the lube gel for easier entry, and Stewart
pushed right in.  He hunched at me desperately, his dick hard as a steel
rod, until it erupted in my gut with my first load of man-goo of the
afternoon.  He collapsed on me, panting and sweaty.
      "Damn, that felt good."
      Greg stuck his head in through the window from the glory hole
compartment.  "Hey, men, sorry to interrupt, but are we open for business
yet?  Because there's a big, hard dick sticking in through one of these
holes out here."
      Colin responded.  "I think if we see a hard cock, one of us should
tap it.  You want that one, or shall I take it?"
      Greg smiled and flicked his eyebrows suggestively.  "I'll be happy
to."  When we looked out a few moments later, there he knelt, sucking
valiantly on a very thick, cut cock.  We heard slurping sounds from our
side, and moaning sounds from the other.
      I couldn't resist.  I tip-toed around the bed to the other window and
peeked outside to see if I would recognize the naked body that went with
that fine cock Greg was enjoying so lustily.  I did, but ducked back in
before he saw me.  I couldn't help but giggle.  It was Ernie, a great uncle
or something, a man in his sixties at least, one of our family's least
attractive male specimens, though he had a certain good-natured glint in
his eye and, obviously, no problem getting it up for a good blow.  I rolled
my eyes at the other guys, and they had to have a peek outside as well.
The three of us collapsed in suppressed laughter on the bed, shaking
uncontrollably.
      "It's going to happen to us all, soon enough," Colin finally spoke,
once our attack of the giggles began to subside.  "They're not all under
thirty, you know.  And let's be honest, Ernie has one fine-looking,
suckable cock, when you don't have to look at the rest of him."
      "I guess we know now what the glory holes are for." Stewart quipped.
      About that time, Greg received his reward for a job well done, and
re-entered the room wiping his lips.  "So, what's so funny?"
      "Nothing, dude.  Just silliness.  Hey, let's go see if Eddie needs
anything else to get things really rolling around here."
      We found that arrangements were just being completed, with Casey,
Wes, and Steve putting the finishing touches (actually, Steve and Wes
reclining inside checking them out) on two black leather slings, hung side
by side, at the southwest porch corner.  Casey moved in between Steve's
legs and pressed his groin against Steve's crotch, checking for height.
Considering our family's fairly uniform heights and cock lengths, it should
work fine for just about all the men.  There was a small wooden step unit
nearby, though, in case anyone needed a little boost.
      "Come on, let's try it out for real," urged Steven.
      "We better pace ourselves, Buck-0," cautioned Casey, who had been
through this before.  "We don't want to wear out the equipment too early."
      He knelt, though, and gave Steve a thorough ass-licking, which turned
his target into silly putty instantly.  Wes was looking a bit forlorn at
that, so I moved in and performed the same service on his tight, smooth
pucker.  That ass of his was quite a study! The sling positioned the target
well for that activity also.  That's what we were doing, with Colin,
Stewart, and Greg watching patiently, when the dinner bell rang.
            --2- Night One
	By dinner-time, pretty much all the men had arrived, and the tables
were filled with laughing, bantering naked men enjoying a good meal with
wine or beer together.  Uncle Al, senior male and "president" of the group,
called us to attention for a couple of announcements: first, Monday at 5:00
p.m. there would be a Corporation meeting, with some important matters to
be discussed.  I had already caught wind of the main one: Tyler, a man in
his early thirties and a member of SSD, had filed a special request that
would have to be approved by three quarters of the voting men.  He had a
life partner, a man named Kyle, whom he wanted the men to "adopt" as a full
family member.  He argued it was different from a straight marriage,
because his spouse was male, and there would be no natural children.  If
the relationship broke up, then Kyle could either be kept on as an adopted
Caldwell, or "disinherited," as the men saw fit.  Many seemed
 to like the idea, or at least accept it, while some were concerned about
precedent.  That might make for an interesting debate.  There were also
some decisions about construction, maintenance, and expansion of events we
might find interesting.
	Al also introduced all the first-timers in attendance, beginning
with the "regular" guys, of which there were six, buds I had played with at
The Camp naked all my life.  Some, I'd hardly remembered ever seeing with
clothes on!  They lined up, naked of course, and bashfully received the
welcoming applause of their family.  My peers had really grown up, all of a
sudden!  They were quite a studly-looking group of young men!  I began to
understand how some of the guys felt on seeing me with pit hair and a big,
hard cock, after being just a kid so recently.  Separately, Al introduced
me, Steve and Greg, newcomers who were also SSD; then he introduced the
other new SSD members who had attended previously as regular guys.  We
stood before the crowd, naked (as they were), and exposed to the general
appraisal and evaluation of our family.  There was a good bit of elbow
poking, leering, and side commenting.  Then, they broke into
 spirited applause for us.  Al commented that it was the biggest "coming
out" group the family had ever had, and wondered if there was something in
the water out here that caused handsome, tall, hung, sexually insatiable,
versatile men.  That got a lusty laugh as we returned to our seats, getting
our butts slapped playfully along the way.  I got the feeling it might be a
long night for us "fresh meat" men.
	Al also called attention to the pile of building supplies that had
been delivered earlier in the week, while there was no horde of naked men
running about, out by the side of the lodge beyond the Glory Holes.  It was
to become a new outbuilding , an enclosable twelve-man spa, which
volunteers would build this week.  The work schedule filled up quickly with
eager carpenters and plumbers.  Next year, he said, there was a plan to add
a sauna, too.  The Corporation's investments had done well recently.  Those
additions were already approved; more would be proposed at Monday's
meeting.
	I did see Dad, Mike, and Jeff among the crowd, seated separately
with their own friends, and it was easy to tell that Mike and Jeff were
acknowledging proudly that I was a good piece of tail and that they had
been enjoying my services already-and that Dad was verifying that, yes,
that was his son, his youngest, Will, up there, good kid, going to make a
great contribution to the family and all that.  I suspected I'd be
entertaining as many of the crowd as could get to me sometime during the
night, and the rest over the next couple of days.  My rectum tingled with
anticipation.
	My friends and I had, by common agreement, gone easy on the dinner.
We knew a full stomach would not be helpful to our evening activities.  We
did have cake, though, and afterward, we departed early for final
preparations. One of the nicer aspects of our division of duties was that,
while we SSD's did the cooking, teams of straight men did the washing up
and general cleaning.  We headed for the showers and left them at it.
	In the shower area, we had a couple of "enema wands" attached to
the water source for anal rinsing with warm water.  It felt really good to
wash out the poop deck so easily.  We washed thoroughly, twittering a bit
nervously.  The older guys were reassuring us newbies that we would have a
great time this week-but also warning us that it could be pretty rough at
times, and we must learn to say 'no' when we were too sore or when we just
needed to sleep.  Otherwise, the men would fuck us all night long, and come
back for more by day!
	Eddie tried to schedule me and Colin together as much as possible.
We had first shift on the slings, from 8:00 to 10:00.  That alone could be
a lot of fucking, and Casey said there would probably be a line of men down
the porch waiting to service us, both because it was the first night, and
they'd be horny as all hell, and because the two of us were on duty for the
first time.  "And I might as well say it, you two are both very hot-looking
men.  You give the straightest guy a hard-on, just to look at you naked.
So expect a heavy plowing, guys."
	From 10:00 to midnight, we had duty in the Glory Booth.  That gave
some of the shyer men a chance to get their rocks off, and as we had
discovered that afternoon, it also gave some of the older or less
attractive men a chance to capitalize on a nice, hard cock, even if that
was their only sexy attribute (definitely not many like that in our
family!)  Then, we would service men in our bed.  There was a sign-up sheet
posted outside our door: our sling and glory time was blocked off, but
after that, until 2:00 A. M., men could sign up to be with us,
individually, by third-hour slots.  At 2:00 we went off duty, and we could
sleep until 10:00, when we went on lunch prep duty.  We then had free time
until 8:00 that evening.  Of course, sex could happen at any time we were
willing!  Each day would be a little different, but that was how the
schedule generally worked.  Stewart, our bed-mate, would be servicing men
in that bed until midnight:
  then he would man the Glory Booth, then he'd do massage on the front
porch, where there were four tables set up.  Tomorrow, he'd begin in the
sling, and so on.  He was paired most of the time with Casey.  There were a
number of open slots in the schedule where, by arrangement, groups of guys
could request one or more of us for special services.
	We looked eagerly at our appointment lists.  Every space was
filled, for all three of us!  In a couple of slots, two men had written
themselves in together.  A number of our respective friends were there.
That was gratifying, that we would not be covered in old guys all night.
But we had a few of those, too, including some of our fathers' friends.
Colin's father, Ralph, incidentally, had not showed yet, though Eddie had
warned earlier that Ralph was on the list to attend.  I wondered that my
own men-folk had not signed up for bed-time with me.  Later, I asked Mike
about it, and he said that Dad had put the squelch on that, saying that
since they got to fuck me all the time at home, they should give me space
to enjoy other men.  Besides, they could catch me on the fly and ravish my
ass anytime during the week, he joked, squeezing my buttock and winking
wickedly.  He made it easy for me to tell which part Dad actually said
 and which was his own addition.
	We stepped into our room for deodorant, hair combing, and an
application of lube to the anus.  Teeth were already brushed and mouthwash
gargled.  It was show-time.  With good-bye kisses, we left Stewart
reclining seductively on the large mattress, and Colin and I strolled out
to the slings as if we did it every night.
	Other men had prepped themselves, also.  At dinner, I had noticed
that most of the men, and nearly all of the younger ones, now trimmed or
shaved at least some body hair.  I had also seen a half-dozen PA's on big,
hefty cocks, too.  Now, a good many sported cock rings, and several had on
various renditions of leather gear, including some full harnesses.  I saw
one elaborate cock-ring that had a butt-plug apparatus attached to it, and
I noticed cock jewelry here and there, too, including some probes and
prince wands.  A couple of dicks had something jabbed through them
side-to-side, and one man had a large diamond on the top of his dick-head,
with the mount running through to the underside.  A lot of tits were
pierced.  Many biceps or ankles sported tattooed bands, and there was other
tattoo work on various other body parts.  It looked like we were a pretty
spicy group.
	At the slings, there were several leather hoods and masks
available.  Eight or so men were sort of hanging around hopefully,
including a couple of my dad's brothers and several of his friends.  They
were all good-looking men-but they were my dad's friends and brothers,
who'd known me and teased me all my life.  I picked up a blindfold.  "What
do you think?  To see, or not to see?"
	Colin chuckled.  "Maybe for tonight, love is blind."  He picked up
a leather blindfold also, and we strapped them onto one another.  Colin's
partial face-covering, I noticed, did nothing whatsoever to diminish his
rakish good looks and sexiness.  His mouth alone cried out for loving
attention.  It was ten before eight, but we went ahead and climbed into our
slings.  In a couple of minutes, I felt hands strapping my feet in.  Then,
Eddie's mouth kissed mine.  "I love you, buddy," he declared.  "I hope you
have a wonderful time out here.  A line is forming already.  Call a halt if
you get overwhelmed."
	I reached out for Colin's hand, and met it reaching out for mine.
Our fingers clutched.  Then, I heard someone speaking softly to Colin, and
felt his sling swing a little.  He was getting mounted.