Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 04:33:48 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Special Services Division, chapter 2, 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.  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 Two:  First Tastes

      "I'm flattered, Will, but really, don't feel you have to ask me," Dad
responded after long pause.  "I'll understand completely if you choose any
of the young guys."
	"Is it against the rules to have my dad help me out?"
	"Well, no, I don't guess there is any rule about it.  It would be
unusual, maybe.  But are you sure?  I'm your old man, kiddo!"
	"I can't think of anyone I'd rather have in there first, Dad.
Unless it makes you uncomfortable.  It would be special for me, though."
	"Damn.  I'm honored, then.  I'll talk to Eddie this week, and I'll
get back to you with further plans.  If I say anything about you going over
to Eddie's for some cockamamie reason, just go along with it, OK?"
	I nodded, and we shared a conspiratorial smile.  Dad tousled my
hair, the first time he had done that in years.  Then, we shut down the
shop and headed back to the house for a routine evening.
	Things changed between us, though, in the weeks to come.  Our
relationship had always been good, but strictly father to son.  Now, it was
that, but something else, too, something closer, like friendship, but maybe
deeper somehow.  It was certainly more physical.  Dad now put his arm
around me easily, laid his hands on my shoulders and massaged gently as he
stood behind me, casually laid a hand on my knee-that sort of thing.  And I
received the attention happily.  It also showed in the way he looked at me,
the tone with which he spoke to me.  Mom even commented on it to him, as I
overheard just leaving the room.  He said, "Maggie, our boy is growing up.
He's a good kid, always has been-but now, you know, he's becoming so
mature, I can actually have an adult conversation with him, like with the
older ones.  We're winding up with children who are also good friends, you
know?"  I heard Mom chuckle in agreement.
	It soon became apparent that Dad had blabbed to Mike, too.  One
afternoon, I was draped across the sofa in the family room playing a video
game, and Mike strolled through wearing nothing but boxers, with his dick
plainly visible through the gap in the fly-while the girls never wandered
the house actually nude, we did see them in panties and very flimsy "baby
doll" pajamas a lot, and we boys often wore thin boxers, but thought
nothing of appearing naked occasionally--and he stopped and gave me a
thoughtful looking over, like an appraisal.  I looked up at him, and he
returned my gaze, raising his eyebrows meaningfully.
	"What?" I demanded, not used to this flirtatiousness.
	"Nothin'.  Just that in two weeks, you won't be jail-bait anymore,
Sport.  I'm looking forward to it.  Figure you'll need to do some
practicing, you know, to get ready for August."
	So I knew Dad had said something about our conversation.  I gave
Mike my own appraising look.  He was actually a very fine-looking young
man, even if he was my brother: nice head of brown hair, with a sexy,
bed-head look, light brown eyes, a trim, tanned physique on a
well-proportioned six-foot frame.  His chest was almost smooth, just a
light sprinkling of pale brown hair.  He stood like Apollo, weight on one
leg, right hand descending provocatively into his shorts.  He clearly had
more hanging there than I ever saw Apollo show.  In fact, the shorts began
tenting right down near the hem.
	"Why wait?  Let's say I'm ready to practice now."
	"Naw, Dad laid down the law to me and Jeff.  Absolutely no touchee
until after the birthday.  'No matter how much you beg,' he said.  Even
then, easy does it 'til after Eddie gives the go-ahead. But I think we'll
have some fun, you and me.  I'll be ready."  And with that, he strolled off
like the king of the city.
	I didn't think Dad really said that part about me begging, but this
incident raised some ideas I had thought of, but mostly pushed aside.  The
opportunity was coming, at least out at The Camp, but now, apparently, even
sooner, to have sex with my two brothers.  I ought to be repelled by that,
like I ought to be by the thought of having sex with my dad.  But I had
spoken up right away, saying I wanted him to pop my cherry-that certainly
involved having sex.  And I wasn't repelled by it at all, in fact, I found
it very exciting to think of.  I looked forward to it.  And now my two
brothers-fuck, I was getting a boner just thinking about both of them, too.
	Mike was closer to me in age, and we had shared a bedroom for most
of our lives.  We'd been good playmates, with very little conflict.  I'd
seen him naked daily, up until he moved over to the bedroom vacated by Jeff
two years earlier when he left for college.  I'd watched with interest as
Mike went through the changes of puberty-he went from boy to man before my
appreciative and, I now realized, lustful, eyes.  And we still shared the
connecting bathroom.  Every morning, I caught glimpses, at least, of his
naked body coming or going from the shower, as he did mine. Many days, we
had a few moments of naked tooth-brushing together.  But really, it was
just glimpses, and in those two years, both of us had done some heavy-duty
growing up.  When Jeff was home, which was pretty rare now, he bunked with
Mike in his old room-they'd switched out the beds, so I now had the queen
size and they had the two singles-- and Mike and I both got a look at a
Caldwell physique entering its prime, what we would look like in a few
short years: six feet one, bulging biceps, smooth, firm pecs and narrow
waist, rippling with musculature, and long, strong thighs, round, firm
buttocks, and powerful calves.  I'd long wondered whether those two ever
got it on together, but now, I suspected not, since Mike was so keen on me
coming online for sexual services.  I had the impression that Jeff was
quite the stud at college, and Mike was known as something of a swordsman
even in high school.  Would Jeff want in on the deal?  Would the two of
them do me together?  These images were fodder for my jerk-off fantasies
during the coming two weeks.
	The time passed in a flurry of sperm-soggy soiled socks and gluey,
matted tissues at bedside.  One afternoon, in the guise of a trip to the
hardware store, Dad took me by his cousin Mel's doctor office for tests.
Mel was not my usual physician, but he would handle discretely tests for
HIV and STD's, and appropriate vaccinations, which would be part of my
regular routine from now on.  Dad, Mike, and Jeff had to have the tests
semi-annually, also, in order to be cleared for sex out at The Camp.
During those few weeks, my mind became more and more fixated on the many
sexy possibilities that lay so close at hand.  But when it came, the
birthday was anti-climactic.  Not a bad day, by any means, but no reference
whatever to my promised entry into the world of man-sex.  We had a family
birthday cookout, with cake and ice cream.  Mom drove me to the MVA for my
driver's test, and I got the license I had coveted for so long.  I got some
cash, cards, and cool new games.  But no sex, whatsoever.
	It was a couple of days later, on Saturday, that things began to
change.  Dad was home from work, but Mike was not.  Jeff had finished his
term, but was off at the beach running amok with a few of his college buds.
Mom went with the girls to their cheerleading clinic and stayed, because
the three of them had a big shopping trip planned afterward.  They'd be
away the whole afternoon.  It was just me and Dad, on our own, from
mid-morning until almost dinner time.  I slept in until after nine, but
then got up and showered, not having anything particular planned yet.  I
came out nude and lay down on the bed and picked up my game.  It was still
too early to call any buds to work out some entertainment for the day.  I
idly fondled my ball sack.
	There was a knock on the door, and then the door opened.
	"Hey, Will, you busy?"
	It was Dad, and he was totally naked, too.
	I smiled, knowing he had something in mind.  "Not at all.  Come on
in."
	I looked him over admiringly.  I was so proud of my dad, his
general coolness, our relationship, and even his body.  I would enter him
in any naked dad contest anywhere.  He was just thirty-nine at this time,
and he was in fine shape.  In general, he looked very much like Jeff, like
all of us boys, really, but not so far from the youthful and manly
perfection of Jeff's twenty- year-old form.  Same height, same trim waist
and deep chest, strong arms and legs, well-formed feet.  Same light,
symmetrical body hair, so masculine, yet not at all simian.  His handsome
face was the model for all of us kids, though Mom is a pretty woman
herself, and each of us picked up some of her charms.  My eyes focused on
his dangling, cut cock, surmounted by a lush bush of brown pubes.  It was
thick and meaty, hanging a good five inches, and just beginning to bow
upward into erection.  His ample balls swung freely beneath in a lightly
haired scrotum.  He was a hell of a man, and my mouth watered to look at
him.  I felt damn lucky to have him at all-and to have him so friendly to
my sexual orientation and so willing to participate in it with me, well
that was just amazing.
	Dad sat on the opposite side of my bed.
	"Looks like we have the day together, if you want," he began.
"What say we play around a while."  He reached over and gently caressed my
trimmed pubic mound.  "Say, you have yourself trimmed up really nice.
Looks good.  Maybe I should try that."
	"You'll get blown more often if you do," I grinned.  "Women, I
hear, don't like to pick hair out of their teeth.  I guess lots of guys
don't, either."
	"Maybe you could help me with that today?  Might help me get some
action here, too, hey?"
	"Maybe.  I mean, sure, I'll help.  I think I want to try it once as
it is now, though, for comparison, you know."
	He smiled, such a sexy smile.  He slid up to put his head on the
pillow beside me, and lay on his back, legs spread.  His beautiful cock
continued to grow, up toward his navel.  It would be well over eight inches
when it got fully engorged.
	I moved in between his muscular thighs and assumed just the
position he'd caught me in with Jody that day.  I breathed in the manly
musk of my own dad's crotch, his relaxed, loose scrotum with its large
testicles, twice the size of my young walnuts, and that firm, fleshy dick,
now soaring upward in anticipation of coming pleasures.  I looked up at his
face, smiling in a friendly and companionable way, yet revealing a trace of
nervousness, I thought, at this first, unfamiliar contact.  I slid my
nostrils along his manhood and drew in a long inhalation.  He smelled
absolutely delicious.  I realized I knew that aroma from my brothers, and
from Jody, and even from my own midsection, but I was only just realizing
how very erotic it was.  I opened my mouth and slid my tongue along the
same stretch of skin. Dad visibly relaxed and let out a long, slow breath,
tinged with a low moan.
	The head of his cut cock entered my oral cavity.  I savored it
happily.  Sliding my wet lips down the length of the now-firm phallus, I
thought about how this very piece of man-pipe regularly thrust in and out
of my own mother's vagina, and how it had once planted the seed there that
had resulted in my very mouth.  I wanted some of that seed implanted in me,
too, both ends.  I wanted to taste it, to savor and swallow it.  I wanted
him to, in some way, impregnate me, too, with himself.
	I looked up at the handsome face beyond the rigid pole of
cock-meat.  He had a complex expression, pensive, pleasured, a bit
quizzical all at once as he reveled in the sweet sensations his youngest
son was administering to his manhood.  I took him as far as I could into my
throat, but gagged at only the half-way point.  Would I ever be able to
consume this whole thing?  I resolved to keep trying, but wondered if I
could break past that strong reflex.
	"Don't worry, Will, it takes time for everyone.  Eddie can teach
you some tricks, and it also just takes practice.  For now, don't try to
swallow the whole enchilada, just work on that top half-that's where most
of the good feeling is, anyway, especially the head, and the underside of
the head.  You're doing just fine!"
	Partly through his moans and groans of pleasure, and partly through
some verbal encouragement, like "Oh, yeah, that's it," and "Man, you are so
good at this.  I like that, right there!" he gave me plenty of feedback
into what felt relatively better and what moved him along toward
ejaculation.
	"Take your time, Son," he urged at one point.  "Once I spew, I have
to wait at least half an hour before we can do it again.  Let's get the
most out of each blow as we can!"
	One way we prolonged the event was by shifting positions.  Dad drew
me up atop his warm, smooth body, and sucked my mouth down upon his.  We'd
kissed many times, even, in younger days, on the lips, but damn, it was
nothing like this.  My dad was a terrific kisser!  I was not too
experienced yet on that score, but he brought me along fast.  Our tongues
dueled like mating rattlesnakes, and our lips induced pleasant, sensuous
suction on each other.  We were swapping spit like no tomorrow, and I was
absolutely loving it, as he seemed to be as well.
	After a while, he gently rotated me around to kneel straddling his
head, facing his midsection.  My face instinctively took a dive toward his
crotch area, and I began to suck and massage him from the other direction.
	That meant that my cock, hard as a steel beam, hung suspended above
his face.  I felt his fingers gently pulling it down toward his mouth.  He
couldn't get it to thrust in directly, the angle was not quite right, but
he began to lick it and mouth the head of it.
	Perils of youth: I could take only about one minute of that
stimulation while sucking his silky unit.  Before I could even speak a
warning, I felt the gathering sperm fluid shoot along the length of my
swollen organ and fire onto Dad's chin, throat, and upper chest.  He
chuckled, and began to lick the dribbles off of the end of my dipstick.
	"Mmn.  Good stuff," he said.  "I bet you'll have some more ready to
serve up in just a few minutes."
	He was right about that.  As the afternoon proceeded, I ejaculated
six times, covering him, me, and my bed with big gushes of wet, creamy
jizz.  Dad ate some, and I ate some, and we shared some through steamy
kisses.  There was still plenty to soak into the sheets.  I soon got him
off, too, and my reward was sweet.  From first taste, I particularly loved
his nectar.  It was smoother than Jody's, and really, a lot like my own.
Jizz was what we both wound up having for lunch, and neither of us was
complaining.  He pumped four loads into my willing mouth, and I don't
believe I wasted a single drop.  I knelt and sucked him as he sat on the
bed.  I lay flat and let him fuck my face.  I lay with head hanging over
the edge of the mattress and let him fuck my head while standing at
bedside.  We 69'ed side-to-side.  He pulled me up to sit on his face, and
he gave me my first rim-job, resulting in my fourth orgasm of the day,
without a touch to my dick.  Damn, that was the best sensation I ever had
or ever dreamed of having.  He inhaled my sack and got both of my balls
into his mouth at the same time, something I'd never be able to do with his
big nuts, but resulting in cum number five as his suction tugged at my
testicles.  It was, in short, an afternoon suck-a-thon of heroic
proportions.  In between, I got my electric body shaver and gave his
genital area a neat touch-up.
      "Mom will really appreciate what I did for her this afternoon," he
said, winking.
       In the end, we lay in one another's arms basking in that fabulous,
after-sex glow for half an hour.  I was just dozing off, when Dad jostled
me and said, "Hey, Horn-Dog, it's past four.  We gotta get a move on.  The
ladies will be home in a while, and I don't know about you, but I interpret
this as a compromising position."
	I laughed and gave him a hearty hug.  We had one last moment to
relish the delectable feeling of skin to skin contact from face to feet,
and then we broke the embrace to swing our legs off the bed and sit up,
stretching.
	"When can we do this again?" I asked.
	He grinned.  "So you liked it, then?  Well, how was I to tell?"  We
both laughed out loud at the dry understatement, and he continued, "Oh,
Will, I don't know, we have to take it as it comes, you know.  Listen, I
want to be totally open about this-I love you like my life itself, more
than my life, I hope you know that.  I'll never forget this afternoon as
long as I live, even if nothing like this ever happens again between
us-though" he inserted as I was making a noise to object, "I want it to,
believe me, just as much or more than you do!  I want you to know, though,
that I really, totally love your mother, and all our other kids, too, just
as much, just differently, you know?  I don't think I have to explain to
you that your mom would never understand this, not in a million years, and
it would hurt her terribly if she had to deal with it.  So we have to make
sure she never has to, OK?  You understand that, don't you?"
	I assured him I certainly did.  "I love Mom, too, a lot.  I would
never want to wreck her life or her love for me and you.  You can count on
me, Dad.  But I want to have this, too, this thing between me and you.
Can't we have both?"
	"We'll try," he declared.  "As long as it's working for both of us.
Remember what I told you before, you can always.."
	"Say 'no'." we chimed together.
	"OK-just so you understand that."  He gave me a sweet, loving kiss,
and stood to leave.  I watched his firm buttocks as he strode to the door.
They had a light dusting of brown hair on them.  It suddenly occurred to me
that I'd like to have a go at those as well.
	"Hey, Dad."  He paused and turned, his semi-tumescent cock swinging
gently.
	"One question.  I know the Special Services Division takes care of
the needs of the straight men in the family.  But who takes care of their
needs?  I mean, can we ever get to be on top?  You were kind enough to blow
me today, but how often can I count on that?  Not a whole lot, I reckon.
Who do I get to fuck?"  I was a bit shocked at myself for that blunt
expression, but after all, he'd been speaking pretty graphically to me,
too, and it also embodied the change in our relationship, as both of us
realized.
	"I think, mostly the SSD guys take care of each other.  But you may
be surprised how many of the others, the supposedly straight ones, also
like the occasional dick up the ass."  He paused, as if considering.
"Well, what I confessed to you the other day is only part of the story,
Will.  In the interest of full honesty, Eddie has been fucking me almost as
much as I fuck him for thirteen or fourteen years.  I haven't gone so far
as to volunteer for SSD, but I, and really a lot of the other guys, might
be better labeled bisexual than straight, if you have to put a label on
everyone, which I don't."  He gave me a direct, appraising look.
	"Will, do you honestly not realize how good-looking you are?  What
a genuinely nice, friendly, guy you are, how enjoyable to be with?  Trust
me on this-you are going to get all the sex, affection, and even love you
could ever want in life.  You know how they say to have a friend you have
to be one?  Well, it's the same with sexual benefits.  Just be the great
guy you've always been, and beyond that, all you have to do with anyone,
male or female, is give them one of those smoldering looks of yours, and
they will hop in your bed and be your sex slave.  It won't be long, stud,
you won't have any room there for me."
	I gave smoldering looks?  Damn, who knew?  If I didn't know I did
it, how could I do more of it?  But I took comfort in his words.
	"There's always room for you, Dad.  Don't ever forget it."
	With that and a sexy wink, he went on his way to his room,
whistling happily.  I heard the shower turn on a moment later.  As for
myself, I felt a sudden need to have clean sheets on my bed.  I slipped on
just a pair of thin, white cotton gym shorts with elastic waist, and padded
down to the laundry to stuff my sheets in the washer and get that going,
lest Mom later think her youngest son had some kind of serious prostatic
emissions disease.  When she and the girls arrived half an hour later, Dad
was dressed and prepping the grill out back for cooking some ribs, and I
was on the front driveway in my wet, sagging, now virtually transparent
shorts-- showing 2 inches of butt crack, plus where my pubes would have
been, if I had any, and all my junk clearly visible through the
fabric--washing Dad's Cherokee.
	"Good grief, Will," Mom commented as she passed with shopping bags
in both hands, "Don't I buy you underwear?"  But she had a smile in her
voice, and Sarah and Jenny giggled hysterically.