Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 06:01:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 20 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.  This story is pure fantasy.
All characters are above the age for consensual sex where you live.  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 Twenty:  Poker Chips

-1-

Hold 'em or Fold 'em

    Dad's poker game was a marathon.  Buster did lose out early, settling
the issue for his son, Cody, not that it mattered, much.  After a few more
hours of play, Larry lost out, and it was down to Dad and Jake.  From
there, it went back and forth all evening.  At one point, I thought I was
going to be Jake's boy overnight, but then Dad began to come back.

    One thing sure was that we would occupy the room on the back side of
ours, because it was used by Wes and Casey, along with Nick.  Therefore, if
Nick went over to my spot for the night, we could have that room with no
further rearrangement.

    I checked in once in a while to see how things were going, but I didn't
hang around all the time.  I played some pool with a few friends, and even
engaged in a rousing game of Balderdash.  It was the most innocent fun I'd
had all week, and all while waiting to see which of the dads won my ass in
a poker game.

    About 11:30, Dad finally prevailed.  Jake went one bluff too far, and
Dad wiped him out.  Wes, Casey, and Cody were also nearby, knowing the end
must come soon.  They did not look at all displeased to have Dad win them
for the night.  I'm sure that they knew he would be, at the very least,
fair and considerate.  At most, well, I'm not the only one who thinks he's
a very hot, sexy guy.

    We adjourned to "our" room, which had been decked out in clean linens,
and new candles lit for atmosphere.  Someone had hung a curtain over the
door for privacy, which was not particularly necessary for this
exhibitionist crowd, but sweet.  I noticed that Cody was popping a boner
already as we entered.  I looked forward to riding it, and even more, to
working on Casey's, because of its reputed ten-inch finished length.

    Dad put everyone at ease right away.  "Look, fellas, let's just have
fun together tonight, for as long as you want, but when you get tired,
that's fine, we'll call it quits.  Anybody got any special requests?"

    Suddenly, they all turned bashful, so I spoke up and said, "I want
everybody to fuck me."

    That broke the ice.  They all laughed heartily.  "Don't be shy, Will,
tell us what you really want, buddy," said Wes.  "But I, for one, am happy
to oblige."

    He took me in his arms and pulled me to him.  "I've been thinking about
getting a Colin voodoo doll ever since I saw you at the first meeting," he
said, with a wide grin. "I would stick pins right into his crotch!  Maybe
that would let me have a chance with you!"

    "That explains that big hard-on you had," joked Casey.  Wes just
grinned wider and nodded.

    "Casey has to be careful about getting hard-ons, Will," said Cody.
"After a couple of minutes, he passes out from lack of blood to the brain.
You sure you want that tree trunk stuck up your butt?"

    "Yeah, I do," I responded, "but I think I better let Wes get me
started.  He's big enough!"

    Wes was demonstrating that size factor just then, with a nice,
eight-inch throbber standing between our navels.  Wes was just my height,
and incredibly sexy-more than just a cute ass, for sure!

    He pushed me back onto the bed and went to work on me with his mouth.
By the time he finished, I had a coating of saliva all over the front of my
body, but my cock and balls were downright wet and slimy.  My butthole hung
open and drooled with lube.  He entered me smoothly and easily, without a
smidgeon of resistance, and the fucking began.

    Meanwhile, the others were not idle.  Both Dad and Cody worked on
giving Casey one of those brain-robbing erections, and I could hardly wait
to see it.  Indeed, it was magnificent!  It soared up above his crotch like
a rocket, but with a slight tilt to starboard!

    After a bit, Dad took him from behind, and then Cody backed up on
Casey's huge member with absolute fearlessness.  It seemed pretty clear
they had done this before.

    "God," he declared, "I swear I can feel that clear up into my
esophagus."

    "Enjoy, but don't make me shoot," said Casey.  "I want the first load
to go to Will.  After that, you can milk me dry."

    "Oh, we will," said Dad and Cody in unison.

    Wes opened me up but good, and lubed me extra with his first load of
cum.  After that, Cody pulled off, Dad got underneath, still inserted in
Casey's rump, and I sat on the pole in Casey's lap.  I admit, it took a
minute for me to feed it all in.  This involved territory in my colon never
yet explored by man. I finally felt my butt-bones grinding against his own
pelvis, and I began sliding up and down smoothly.  It was such a long
slide, I never got all the way to the top, but I was very satisfied.  The
head did get to my prostate on each pass.

    The pleasure Dad was giving to Casey's butt magnified the sensation of
me sliding up and down his dick, and enabled him to come like a fountain
spewing up into my insides in a number of long, sharp thrusts.  Casey was a
loud cummer, and I noticed the crowd went silent outside for a second, and
then there was laughter, and then the men resumed their regular
conversations.  Dad hosed Casey, too, right after that.  He had to rest his
unit for a bit then, and concentrated on sucking cock for a while.

    Wes's was right there handy, so Dad latched onto it.  With my asshole
now open, Cody slid his big dick into it and took up where Casey left off,
doggie style.  But he soon had me down flat, then side-to-side, then
finished me off face-to-face.  It was a wild, hot ride of half an hour.
Meanwhile, Wes asked if he could fuck Dad, and Dad agreed.  They were just
reaching climax as Cody bred me with his hard-earned sperm-load.

    By this time, Casey was erect again, and Dad asked if he could have
some of that, too.  Casey was only too happy to oblige.  He lay atop Dad
and fucked him into the mattress.  I was astonished that my old man could
take such a hard, deep slamming, primary top as he was.  He moaned and
groaned, but he took it like a man, and Casey eventually creamed him deep
within.

    I needed to get off, too, and Wes wanted some of what I had to offer.
He was a wonderful, tight, responsive fuck.  He clearly enjoyed every
stroke of it, and made me feel like the top dog laying it into him.

    We lay exhausted in a pile after that.  We'd had fun, but no one really
wanted to push it too far.  Cody and Wes fell asleep pretty fast.  Dad slid
over behind me and drew me to him.  I knew what was coming-his big dick was
soon knocking at my back door, and I welcomed it inside me.  While Casey
licked and nibbled at his friend Cody's sleeping ass, Dad wiggled another
load of Daddy-butter into me while holding me tightly to him from behind.
I fell asleep almost instantly after I felt him loading me up.

    I woke once in the wee hours to see a shape, which proved to be Casey's
head, rising and falling atop Cody's crotch area.  They were trying to be
quiet, but the breathing was getting pretty loud on Cody's part.  He gasped
and panted as he spewed into Casey's willing and eager mouth.  Those two
seemed pretty tight.  I decided I would not be too surprised if they were
to pair up permanently after this week.  They already lived in the same
town.

    When I woke next, they were gone, and Wes was giving Dad a "good
morning" blow- job.  By the sound of it, Dad was quite appreciative.
Feeling left out, I swung around and sucked on Wes's tasty dangler until it
fed me the cream for my first mug of coffee.

    Cody and Casey showed up just then with a tray of mugs for all of us.
It was a few minutes before eight.  I washed down Wes's slick discharge
with the hot brew.  It had been a pleasant enough interlude, and I was
happy to spend it with my dad, and happy to have some fun with these (to
me) new guys.  But I had one serious problem: I missed Colin terribly, and
I wondered fretfully if he had missed me.  I crept next door and peeked in.

    The view of the bed immediately put my mind at rest.  Both Stewart and
Chad were there on half the bed (looked like Chad was a permanent tenant!),
all tangled in naked limbs, five strong, hard ones each.  Nick was there,
too, curled up by himself.  Then Colin, turned away, faced the side and
clung to the edge, apparently just beginning to stir.  I knew he liked Nick
fine, and they had probably had sex last night, which was OK by me.  But
Colin seemed to feel alone, even in the bed with three other guys, without
me.  I knelt beside him, kissed his lips, and as he opened an eye at me, I
offered him a sip of my coffee.  He smiled, shook his head, and kissed me
again.

    "Missed you.  Did you have fun?"

    "A little.  It was OK-I took my first ten-incher."

    "Oh, Casey.  Well, we played a little, but mostly Nick and I watched
those love-birds over there go at it.  They are pretty wild--insatiable."
Then he whispered, "Nick is head over heels for his brother Jared.  Not a
surprise, eh?  And me-I'm love-sick over...YOU." And he kissed me again,
deeper.

    I set my mug on the floor and moved down to Colin's mid-section, where
his morning wood stuck out over the edge of the bed.  I engulfed it in my
mouth and sucked him off, then and there.  Then, I shared his cum with him
in another kiss.

    "Is this why you missed me?" I asked.

    "Only a small part of it," he smiled.


-2-

See You and Raise You

    I pulled him up, and we went to the dining room for breakfast.  I could
hardly wait to hear about their tryst with Alan, which took place the
previous night while I was busy.

    "We took Ernie's pontoon boat, the one that has the mesh screens on it.
That kept the bugs away.  And then we spread out life jackets and cushions
to make a soft pallet and butt- lifting ramp, just like in the bed.  Alan
was nervous as a cat before-hand.  He kept looking back up the path toward
the house, to see if anyone was coming.  But we trolled out to the middle
of the lake, like we were just fishing, using the electric motor for quiet.
Nobody else was on the lake.

    "That boat has spotlights on it for attracting fish at night.  We
turned them in on the pallet and made it like a movie set!  Damn, you could
see every hair and freckle on Alan's butt-not that he has all that many of
either!  That boy is solid muscle.  I mean, he has muscles on his muscles.
He is a thing of beauty, no doubt about that.  But he is even more uptight
than me, if you can imagine.  When I grabbed his gear to pull it out from
the cushions, I thought he was going to jump overboard.  Have you known of
him to fuck with any of the SSD?  I haven't.  I don't think he started
attending gatherings until right about the time I stopped coming, but even
this year, if he's been with any of the guys for sex, I sure don't know
about it."

    I shrugged.  He could have dropped a load at the glory holes, or
visited someone privately, but if he did, it was low-key.  He clearly
valued his reputation for straightness.

    "Well, he acted like nobody ever touched his unit before," continued
Colin.  "Anyway, that didn't stop it from going brick-hard all at once!
And he's got at least nine inches, maybe another half.  He's hung huge.

    "So the actual project went just like we did before, an hour of licking
and sucking and light probing, followed by introducing the vibrator.  He
just lay there like a big hunk of meat the whole time, never said a word,
as if he was just enduring it.  We weren't all that sure he even liked it,
except of course, how could he not?  We finally got his bung-hole all
opened up and relaxed, and it was as slick as duck-shit."  (We had some
ducks on our lake, and stepping barefoot into their crap was not one of our
favorite things.)  "With a last smooth stroking of his butt cheeks, I went
in, very slowly.

    "Our man actually did scream like a little girl, only with pleasure, we
could tell.  He totally lost it, all that composure and put-on coolness.
He actually begged me to fuck him harder, you never heard such carrying on,
man.  As bad as Greg!  I was concerned the guys inside the house were going
to hear and come out to check.  And after I hosed him down with my load,
Stewart and Chad each took their turns, then I had him again, and they went
another round, too.  Six fucks that man took!  And he wanted more!  He was
shivering with excitement most of the time, and he shot three loads himself
onto the cushions of the boat.  Man, I wish you could've been there."

    "Me, too.  That would have made eight loads for Mr. Straight Guy.  It
was nice to be where I was, but a shame I had to miss this fun.  I don't
suppose he'll ever let himself go like that again."

    "Maybe not.  He sure had a great time with it, though.  And you," he
leaned over to kiss me appreciatively, "set it all up for us.  Thank you!"

    A few minutes later, the subject of this discourse came down the steps
with a few of his jock buds for breakfast.  He was the epitome of coolness,
as usual, and he didn't come over to speak to Colin and me just then.  But
as he passed, Alan gave us a wry smile and a little wink.  He'd be ready to
face the night now, whatever luck his dad had with the cards.  Something
told me he was no longer dreading it like he had been.

    Colin and I had lunch prep duties following breakfast.  Later in the
morning, though, we walked down to the beach area to enjoy the water and
sun.  Several dozen of the men were there, with others out on the lake.
The afternoon sports activity for the day, starting at 3:00, was naked
softball, without gloves, and Zack was moving around among the men inviting
them to draw a straw for team assignment.  We designated our teams by red
or blue caps, since no one wore anything else.  Needless to say, sliding in
at bases was risky and limited: I did see men do it, though, from time to
time.  They kept the baselines approaching the bases very sandy and loose
for just such excesses of competitiveness.

    We would be cutting it close to the start of the game, as we had
deflowerings to conduct.  I would have the honor of penetrating Mike's ass
for the first time, while Colin would do Rick, and Stewart (with Chad's
able assistance) would take on a handsome fellow in his early twenties
named Clint.  We went ahead and drew straws, anyway, hoping we'd at least
get the same team, but no such luck.  Colin drew blue, and me red.  I
almost put mine back, not wanting to be separated from my man again, but
with Colin's encouragement, sportsmanship won out, and I stayed in the game
for the red team.  We picked up our caps on the way to the lodge so that we
could see who we'd be playing with-and against.  My team had Nick, Casey,
Doug, Rick, Bevan, Randy, Drew, and Paul, as well as me.  Colin's team had
Ron, Greg, Steve, Andy, Jared, Uncle Brad, and Rob. It should be pretty
evenly-matched.  I expected that Nick would pitch for us, and probably
Bevan for the Blues.  I would hope for third base for myself, if possible.
Colin was a known first baseman, his game having improved enormously since
he got into fitness a few years earlier.

      After an uneventful lunch, we went to our room to await our
victims-er, clients.  Meanwhile, Chad took the three of them up to the
shower for a supervised anal cleansing.  I asked Stewart why he and Chad
hadn't signed up for the ball game, and he grinned sheepishly.  "Chad is a
horny animal today.  I just can't keep him satisfied.  We thought we'd
better stay in here and work on that."

    Clint arrived a minute or two early, kind of nervous.  He was the type
who talks more when nervous.  We had to calm him down some, and put him at
his ease.  Fortunately, Chad was back by then to testify as to the
undiluted pleasures of our process.  Stewart got Clint laid out on the
clean sheets on his side of the bed, rump up and legs spread, and went to
work on him, which proved the best way of all to calm him down.  In fact,
I've never yet discovered a better way to calm a man down than to lay him
out and eat out his ass.  In my experience, it works every time.

    Next, Rick came wandering in as if for no special purpose.  He was
being studiously nonchalant, I think to hide the excitement he really had
about this experience.  Colin greeted him graciously and laid him out on
the opposite side of the bed from Clint, and right away, he got to work on
Rick's cute little anus.  Rick was moaning from the first touch of Colin's
wet tongue.  I grinned.  Wait till he feels that big dick sliding up his
chute, I thought salaciously.

    Mike was a couple of minutes late, and he was moaning from the
beginning, too, but in a different way.

    "I don't know what made me agree to do this," he lamented.  "I'm just
not the bottom- boy type.  Bro, I love you, but I don't want you messing
with my asshole."

    "Something to do with a new car, I believe," I responded.

    "Yeah, but I don't know if it's worth it.  Not only today, with your
big ol' dick up my ass, but tonight, too, FOUR of them!  What was I
thinking?"

    Rick moaned loudly just then as Colin got a dig into his rectum with
his tongue.

    "I suppose you could back out," I considered, "but remember, there
would be a late- withdrawal penalty."

    "And what is that?"

    "We tie you up and rape you, dry, and skip the rimming."

    Mike grinned.  I was making it easier for him to submit, and he knew
it.  "Well, OK, if you put it like that.  Be nice to me, though.  Take it
easy on my virgin butt."

    He lay in the middle, between the other two limp and relaxed corpses,
and presented me his backside.  I don't suppose I'd ever really seen Mike's
butthole before, not for examination anyway.  He was certainly intimately
familiar with mine.  But Mike has a fantastic ass, as Jeff does as well.
And his perfect little pinkish rectal ring looked cute as could be.  Mike
had taken up shaving his balls, partly, I think after my example.  His
taint and crack had some light brown hairs, though.  On him, they looked
just right. His big dick, hard as the ball bat I'd soon have in my hands
out on the field, pressed rigidly against the pillow.  I planted my mouth
on his little cunny and went to work.

    I had him moaning in tune with the others inside of thirty seconds.

    The hour of ass-rimming went by fast.  Before we knew it, we were
working with the vibrators (we'd borrowed extras from Greg and Steve, and
Nick had provided his pair of butt- plugs to work with if we needed them).
Fingers came next, and our guys were as wide open as an all-night diner.

    The three of us penetrated them in unison, just cock-heads first, a
pause, then shafts an inch at a time.  There was a little sucking-in of
breaths, as they realized this was really happening, they were getting
fucked for real as our big dicks slid into their insides, but no one
complained.  They were putty in our hands.  Once we had our pubic areas
pressed into their buttocks, we pulled back one more time slowly, and then
went to fucking, increasing in intensity.  I loved watching Colin's,
Stew's, and my swords withdrawing simultaneously from the stone-firm
buttocks of our lads, and then stabbing back in.  Chad, who had been fully
involved thus far, now had to wait his turn, stroking his stout hard-on
lustfully.  When one of us finished, he could have a go at that one's
vacant hole.  Of course, he also had Stewart's hole to look forward to
later in the afternoon!



    Stewart came first, and his boy Clint was bred.  "Shit, man, I can feel
that.  I feel your jizz going in me!" he exclaimed.  That seemed to set
Colin off.  He spermed Rick thoroughly, and Rick chimed in, "Holy shit!
That is so awesome!  I'm gettin' pregnant!"

    A few more strokes, and I joined them in ejaculatory bliss.  My brother
Mike had Bro Cum spraying into his guts for the first time.  After I had
hosed him thoroughly, I pulled out slowly.  He was silent, just lay there.
Chad had already slid his ready unit into Clint, and was humping away while
Clint sort of hummed in a low voice.

    Colin was still stone-hard.  I stepped back and gestured a welcome to
Mike's open ass, as Mike still just lay there quietly, eyes closed.  Colin
shrugged, stepped over, and inserted his long, spear-headed dick.  It slid
right in, of course, as thoroughly spermed and lubed as Mike was.  Colin
began to ride my brother's ass.  Mike seemed to rouse himself, as from a
stupor, and realizing he was being bred again, by a different cock, he
began to groan deeply.  After a couple of minutes, he glanced back and saw
me standing to the side.  His eyebrows went up.  He must also have noticed
Colin's absence from the stern of his former vessel.  Mike kind of rolled
his eyes resignedly.  My boyfriend was fucking him, and he was too blissed
to protest or even move.

    By this time, my hard-on was returning from its recent eruption into
Mike, and I gave it a few good strokes to help it along.  The tip seemed no
longer hyper-sensitive, as it gets for a few minutes after a good cum, and
I inserted it into my buddy Rick's supposedly straight rump for another
round of pleasuring.  Rick seemed downright grateful for the attention.
Damn, he was a tight fucker!  His ring practically strangled my big shaft
as I pushed in and out of the narrow tube.

    We took ten or more minutes to top off our respective rides with more
trainer-jizz.  Stewart, watching raptly, kept himself at full mast and
ready to step in.  Colin finished first, and Stewart came in right behind
him and took Mike as his bitch.  This time, Mike did speak.

    "Hey, Stew, let me roll over, man.  Let's try on my back."

    So Stewart pulled out and stood back while Mike flipped, putting his
butt on the ramp we'd built up, and angling his hips in the reverse
direction.  Now, his long legs and feet had to be pulled up and out of the
way, still spread to give Stewart room to access his hole.  Mike's cock was
hard and lying across his abdomen past his navel.  Stew had to hold his
balls up, though, to get entrance to the hole.  He slipped back in easily
and resumed fucking, with Mike's loose ball- sack resting against the
driving pole.

    Watching Stewart fuck my brother was very sexy to me.  Mike's facial
muscles rippled with pleasurable expressions.  I jizzed Rick's butt.  It
was already so saturated, my slime began to slide out almost immediately,
but Rick was looking around for his next stallion.  Colin laughed and shook
his head.  Chad said, "Give me two minutes."

      I slapped Rick on the ass and said, "Turn over and suck Mike's cock,
Buddy."  Rick eagerly obeyed, resting his head on Mike's tight six-pack and
sucking in at least half of his cock.  Stewart's hard thrusting drove
Mike's cock in and let it slip out with the rhythm of the pounding at his
ass.  Mike was getting it actively and passively at the same time, and he
began to swear and encourage his partners with enthusiasm I'd rarely heard
from my next-biggest bro.

      After the specified two minutes, Chad moved around behind Rick and
took him doggie style.  Again, there was no resistance from voice or
asshole.  Rick's tight ass engulfed the cock at his rear as his mouth
continued to receive the one at his face.  Mike and Stewart came at the
same time, screaming out in ecstacy.  Stew's jizz went deep into Mike's
soggy innards, but Mike's went into Rick's mouth.  Rick swallowed as fast
as he could, but he still drooled spittle and cum out onto his cute chin.
Chad could take only so much of this stimulation-he shot his second
ass-load up Rick's willing chute within a minute or two.

      The two-hour session was up, and our boys were thoroughly deflowered.
We three studs collapsed on top of them in a big group hug.  Three more
very satisfied customers joined our pool of eager job references, but we
were easily as happy and satisfied with the afternoon's work as they were!