Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 19:30:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 18 b special services division gay male incest

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among 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 are above
the age of legal consent 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 Eighteen: Chad and Stewart--Sunday

      I was aware that I was not dreaming.  Someone really was licking and
biting at my left tit.  Still, I wasn't ready to open my eyes yet to see
who it was.  I just let him nurse.  He was patient, but gradually, the
biting increased in intensity.

    "OK, I give.  What do you want?"

    I cracked open one eye to peer at the disheveled top of Colin's head
hovering over my chest.

    "Let's go get a run in while it's not so hot."

    "What time is it?"

    "Six-fifteen."

    "That explains why I, and all sensible people, were sleeping."

    "Lots of the guys are out running.  We can sleep more later."

    "Oh, all right."

    I opened both eyes to note him leaning up, smiling crookedly.  He was
even handsome first thing in the morning.  In all likelihood, I looked a
fright.  Beside me, I felt Stewart's warm, naked flesh.  I glanced over to
see if he was waking.

      But it was not Stewart, it was Chad, still slumbering peacefully in
our bed with an arm thrown across Stewart, clenched up next to him in
classic spoon position.

      "Why aren't you making them get up and run?"

      "They're too cute to disturb."

      "So were we until you woke up."

      Colin was slipping into his runners, looking tolerant and sexy.  He
set mine beside the bed and smiled encouragingly.  I swung my feet over,
and he put them into my shoes for me.

    I wasn't sure I could make my legs walk, much less run, but somehow,
youth and fitness won out, and we trotted off down the lawn toward the
lake, where a jogging trail circled the water and wound through the
woods. It made a loop of three miles.  We decided to circle twice, at least
every other day, and do the weights on the alternates.  Rather, Colin
decided, and I agreed.

    It was a hard slog for the first quarter of a mile, but then we settled
in to a steady pace and forgot our pain and fatigue.  By the time we
finished that second round, the morning was bright, the 7:00 o'clock
breakfast bell had long since rung, and we were among twenty-five or thirty
naked guys milling about and making our way toward the lodge or the
showers.

    We weren't quite ready to eat, so we opted to wash off the sweat.  It
was time to empty the colon, too.  Then we headed for the happier aromas of
breakfast.  Both of us chose the oatmeal over the heavier fare, though.
Eddie winked encouragingly.  We had sexy waistlines to maintain.

    An hour later, as we sat on the porch sipping third mugs of coffee,
Stewart and Chad emerged from our bedroom holding hands!  They looked
incredibly sweet and innocent together, picking out a light breakfast,
laughing, totally focused on one another.  As they passed, I noticed a
little dribble of cum sliding down Stewart's upper, inner thigh.

    "Can you beat that?" I asked Colin.  "They've been exercising too."

    "Looks like we just became a foursome.  I gotta say, I sure hope it
works out.  I know Stewart is really ready to be in love, and it seemed
like Chad was ripe for romance, too.  I think they chose well."

    A little later, they came by to greet us, and Chad said, "Will, how
about this afternoon, you show me how to have fun on the bottom, like you
said last night?"

    I was taken by surprise.  I only did that once, and now the word was
being spread I was a cherry specialist, not that Chad was technically
cherry.  That seemed like false advertising to me.  "Well, don't you want
Stewart to do it?" I asked.

    "I asked, but he says to stick with you, and let him watch.  I guess he
doesn't want to be responsible if I still hate it."  Stewart smiled and
nodded at that.

    "Well, OK, then.  How about we all do it together?  I'll try to warm
you up and get you started.  After that, if it goes well, you'll be
screaming for all of us to fuck you."

    "You get me screaming to be fucked, Will, and I'll take you all on."

    They walked off for the lakeside, still hand in hand.  We decided to
follow and enjoy the sun and water.  After all, it was Sunday morning.  We
picked up hats and sunglasses from the shelf in our room.

-2-

Building a Reputation

    Going naked is so convenient, I don't know why everyone doesn't do it.
When we had been running, earlier in the morning, as we rounded the dammed
end of the lake, we came to the place where excess water sluiced over the
top of the barrier, pouring down in a series of six or eight streams
spouting out over a cement pad at the bottom.  It was so easy just to trot
right on down there and stand under a water-fall, and cool ourselves off
for the return run.  Our shoes were mesh and dried easily.  We trotted off
again, wet, to resume our run.  And now, at the lake, we were all set
either to lie in the sun on a wooden chaise, or go into the water to swim
out to the barge floating twenty yards out.  It had a diving board, a
slide, and room for more naked bodies to lie in the sun.  No need for a
towel, as the sun and breeze would dry us quickly.  But both the beach area
and the float were crowded with naked men.  More fished along the bank in
both directions, or in boats scattered across the water.

    "Let's take out a canoe," I suggested.  There were two or three left
beached on the shore.

    We picked out some cold cans from a nearby tub of iced drinks, and we
set out.  Strong arms (mainly Colin's, at that time), carried us smoothly
across the lake.  We had no destination in mind, so we just pulled in our
paddles and drifted.  I turned inward toward Colin, and we both reclined on
our life jackets.  That put our feet in one another's laps.  We lay back
and gave one another foot massages in the warm sun.

    That was heavenly, and we were content to keep it up for quite a while.
We sipped our drinks.

    "How deep do you think it is here?" Colin asked.  We were twenty yards
or so from the rocky far bank.

    "Fifteen, twenty feet or so."

    "Let's get wet."

    He suddenly leaned hard to the right, and over we rolled, tipping canoe
and selves into the water.  We came up sputtering and laughing.  Both of us
are strong swimmers, and both love the water.  It felt great enveloping our
sun-drenched bodies.  That dip probably also saved us from a slight case of
sun-burn, too-it was time to get out of the strong rays.

    We came together in the cool water to kiss, Colin treading water for
both of us.  We then pushed the canoe toward the bank, picking up paddles,
soda cans, and life-jackets as we swam.  We beached beside a low, rather
flat rock and climbed out onto it to sit, where it was still nice and
shady.

    Colin looked irresistible at that moment, water dripping from his sleek
body. and sprawled on the rock.  "Baby, I want your ass," I stated.

    "You'll have to slick it up, then."

    "I'll be happy to."

    He lay face down, folding his arms under his head up near the highest
point of the rock, and spread his legs wide.  I crawled between them and
lay on my stomach also, feet sticking into the lake and face planted
between his muscular butt-cheeks.  I began to make out with his asshole.
My tongue massaged his ring wetly and firmly, replacing the lake water with
my own slick saliva.  I pulled at his buns to expose his rosebud more, and
I delved inside with my tongue as far as I could push it.  I drew my hands
up to tug gently at his dangling testicles and willie.  He relaxed his anus
to let my tongue inside.  In ten minutes, I made him a quivering,
whimpering mass of man-muscle, begging me to fuck him.  I was deaf to his
pleas.  I slipped in a wet finger instead and teased his butt-nut.

    Soon, I was finger-fucking him with four fingers clenched together, and
he was moaning deeply.  I was tempted to go for the whole fist.  But he
began to whine again, not from pain, just begging for my dick.  I decided
to have mercy, and I gave it to him.  I lay atop his butt, using it as my
pivot point, and drove my cock into him to the hilt, pushing on tip-toes.
I slid in and out smoothly, and Colin sighed.  I hunched, and he moaned and
groaned ecstatically.  After a while, he was almost barking, he was so into
my rhythm.

    I pounded Colin's firm ass for twenty minutes, the longest I had ever
held out.  At last, I spunked into his gut, the most powerful ejaculation
of my life.  I thought I would pass out from the intensity of it.  I
collapsed onto his back, now wet with sweat.  He panted beneath me.

      Ten minutes later, I slipped backward into the lake to cool off, and
Colin followed.  The bottom there was only three feet deep and dropping,
but it was a soft, sand and pebble texture, easy on the feet.  We held one
another and kissed.

      "That was perfect, Will," he said.  "the best I ever had.  I came
twice."  He kissed me again.

      We rested quietly in the shallows.  The lunch bell sounded across the
lake.

      "Can you still paddle?" I asked.

      He grinned.  "Dunno.  Maybe we can get there by dinner."

      We crawled back into our canoe and paddled back across the lake.  At
the lunch-table, Greg and Steve joined us.

      "That was quite a show you put on over at the lake," observed Greg.

      "Well, we were way over on the other side," I responded defensively.

      "Sound travels really, really well over the water, dude."

      "And it's not as if everyone, and I mean everyone, could not tell
exactly what you two were doing over there," added Steve, smirking.

      "Jealous," said Colin.  "I got the best fuck of my life, and I'm glad
everyone knows it."

      "Oh, they know it," answered Greg.  "They definitely know it."

      -3-

      Poker Faces

          Dad came by also and sat down next to me.  He had something on
his mind that he needed to build up to.  "Man, you two are some hot items.
I was on the lake fishing earlier."

      "Oh, we didn't see you."

      "We weren't all that close, but Rodge had binoculars."  We laughed.
Then he continued with his real business.

      "You know, today, Will, there is no SSD schedule, really."

      I nodded.  "Yeah, we just help with dinner, and then we're done,
unless we book something on our own."

      "So, I've been challenged to a poker game tonight.  It will be me,
and Jake, Larry, and Buster."  I knew the men, all in Dad's age group, and
all fathers of SSD guys: Jake was Wes's father, Larry was Casey's, and
Buster was Cody's.  What does this have to do with me? I wondered.  Men
played poker every night, usually for nickel chips.  No big deal.

      "The stakes for this game are a little different.  No money.
Actually, we each have to put up our son.  Winner takes all.  We'll start
as soon as lunch is cleaned up, because it may take hours to finish."

      Oh.  So that's how it involved me.  I was his poker stakes.

      Colin laughed.  "Scott, any one of those guys can have Will any time
they want!"

      "Yeah, I know.  It's just in fun.  But the difference is, they get
all the boys at once, and
       for the rest of the night."

      "I'm trying to think of a down-side," I said.  "I get put in a room
with Wes, Cody, Casey, and one of their fathers..."

      "Or me," inserted Dad.

      "Or you, for the rest of the night...I can't imagine how that could
be a bad thing."

      "Always looking out for your best interest, Son.  There's a chance I
might not get to participate, but no chance for you not to.  Good odds,
huh, Buddy?"

      He, Colin, Greg, and Steve all grinned at me, a little enviously, I
thought.

      "Sure.  I'm in."  I just hoped I'd still have some sperm left in me
after my little project with Chad for the afternoon.