Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 18:26:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 21, special services division, gay male 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
at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com

SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION

CHAPTER 21

STRAIGHT-BOY SACRIFICE:  MONDAY

    The softball game was an enjoyable interlude.  Lots of dicks flopping
around and very fit male bodies in beautiful athletic action.  The blues
won 10-8, but that didn't matter much.  We had fun and got in our exercise.

    Meanwhile, the poker game for the asses of the straight boys was
underway inside.  All of the softball players, and many of the spectators,
showered together after the game, and when we went in for dinner, the four
gamblers were still pretty evenly matched.  It looked like this could go on
for a while.  They took their meal at the poker table, and kept playing
through the corporation meeting which followed.

    We had entertainment during dinner from a bluegrass group some of the
guys had put together.  They were actually quite good, though they played
together only out here at The Camp.  I'm of the mind that, like most
things, musical performances ought to be done naked.  The men were handsome
and sexy to watch as well as entertaining to listen to.

    Afterward, most of the SSD went back up to the showers to hose out the
back porches for the night's sexual activities.  Colin and I had been
slacking on our Glory Hole duties, and we planned to make up for that some
this evening.  With all the fucking we'd done, I was hungry for cock
orally, and felt good about the prospect of sucking down some jizz.  First,
though, there was the family meeting.  We could not vote yet, but we could
listen.  We followed most of it from our bedroom.

    The discussion on accepting a non-related male as a member, since he
was partner to a family man, was interesting, but went on too long.  Most
of the men were really ready to support it all along, and the plan passed.
Tyler was phoned immediately, and he and his lover Kyle would arrive to
join us in the morning.  Both would be listed as SSD men.  Everyone on both
sides of the issue expected this to be a precedent-setting case, and to
result in more non-relative partners coming into the family, adding some
variety and maybe a little color to our male pool.

    There was talk about building the new spa-shack, which was being laid
out off to the side of the main building, and a plan to add a sauna-shack
near it at our next gathering, in fall, so that it would be available for
use in winter.  A plan was also launched to add more separate bedrooms-not
for the straight guys, who were happy with their bunks upstairs, but for
the increasing number of gay and bi guys in the SSD.  A committee was
formed to design and construct four additional rooms, two on either side of
the cook-house.  Our ears pricked up at that.  The SSD seemed to be
expanding rapidly.

    But most of it was boring, and I tuned out, turning to sucking gently
on Colin's cock.  I took my time and relished in the smell, feel, and taste
of it, all of which I loved.  I had him trembling with the need to
ejaculate before I finally applied some additional suction and pulled the
cum out of his throbbing boner, much to his relief.

    When the meeting was over, while Colin recuperated, I went out to check
on the card sharks, especially Dad.  Mike was sitting behind him, craning
his neck nervously and trying to keep a poker face.  Dad finally told him
to buzz off, or he would ruin the game by giving his hand away.  "Aw, let
him stay!" the other men hooted.  They had all been taking note of Mike's
anxious expressions, and betting accordingly.  Nevertheless, it looked like
Dad was maybe a little bit in the lead, with Rick's dad not far behind.
Poor Alan's dad was gloomy and sour, and definitely losing.  Alan himself
watched, equally gloomy and sour, from the bar area, where he was drinking
perhaps too many beers with a handful of hunky buds.  Zack was nearby, and
he had a couple of empties in front of him, too.  Rick was unconcernedly
shooting pool with Mitch as if he hadn't a care in the world.  As he leaned
over the table for a shot, I saw Mitch fondle his ass; the two exchanged
rueful comments, but laughed together.

    I returned to the room to remind Colin that we had dick to suck.  Wes
was already in the Glory Booth, alone-sucking cock was a favorite pastime
for him, and he spent a lot of his spare time in there waiting for the
opportunity.  Colin took the other stool, and I settled onto a cushion on
the floor.  As the meeting wound to a close, we were soon busy with nice,
hard, sleek, tasty cocks to suck.  From my position, I could look up enough
to see who most of the customers were, not only mine, but the others', too.
I sucked off a couple of Dad's brothers and a bunch of his friends.  We
took care of a string of the younger guys, too, contributing mightily to
the general level of harmony and contentment of the gathering.

    It is worth noting that our week at The Camp was marked by peace and
unity among all my male relatives, quite a remarkable circumstance for so
many men with so much testosterone flowing.  I was not the only one who
theorized that it was largely the work of us SSD men that made that happen:
all the men were so well satisfied sexually, they had no inclination to
fight or argue.  If anyone got to feeling a little tense, he could get a
massage, get sucked off, or fuck someone's ass almost any time, day or
night, and be restored to calm demeanor and inner harmony.

     Peyton came by to announce that the poker game was down to two: my dad
and Rick's.  Alan had had unpleasant words with his father, and Winton had
gone stalking off with a bottle of Jack Daniels.  Zack likewise was looking
dismal and had gone out on the porch with a handful of beers and a couple
of his closer friends.  Rick was still in the pool tournament, then playing
against Joe.

    Cousin Bo gave me my last load before we retreated to our room to do
the horizontal mambo with the men who had claimed our favors for the
evening.  Cody and Doug came in to take our places at the Holes, joined by
Greg.  Stewart was out at the slings getting his lights fucked out by a
line-up of men, alongside Nick.

    We would spend two hours getting fucked-that meant six men each.  We
checked the sign-up list: My studs were: Ron, Mel, Mitch, Josh, Andy, and
Les (a man in his forties, mid- height and hairy, but hung).  Colin took
on: my brother Jeff, older men Tommy and Bobby, a twenty-something named
Lenny, and two of Alan's jock buds, Peyton and 'Lijah.  I was deeply
envious over those last two, who gave Alan and Zack a close race for hot
stud honors.  Both were very masculine, very sexy, and very physical in
their rutting-but then, that could be said for most of our guys.

    We heard a loud outcry from the main room.  The game was finished, and
Rick's dad, Jack, had prevailed.  I went to the doorway to check out the
proceedings.  Mike and Dad were shaking hands, and then embracing.  Dad was
apologizing for losing, and Mike was telling him 'no problem, you gave it
your best.'  Rick was looking kind of disappointed, as if he had lost
somehow.  I wished Zack and Alan could have had the kind of relationship we
guys had with our dad-they both looked sullen and angry.

    The other men encouraged them and said humorous and placating things to
them, though, to lighten the mood some.  Eddie and roommates had offered
their space, since none of the men involved had room assignments on their
own.  I called Eddie over and offered him a one-foot wide strip of our bed
for the night, which was all we had to offer, but he declined, saying he
would sleep upstairs in the top half of Dad's bunk.  Apparently, they had
some business to discuss.

    Jack, the conqueror, went off with his captives, one hand resting on
Mike's ass, into the room at the far side of the hall, and the curtain
closed behind them.  That set off a general exodus for bunks upstairs, out
toward the slings, or around in the direction of the Glory Holes,
presumably for a release of pent-up sexual tension from the evening's
activities.

    Greg stuck his head in our door.  "Hey guys, little help out here?" he
called.  "There's getting to be a line!"

    There weren't enough holes for all of us, so we opted to go out the
open window onto the darkened porch (Chad joining us in this activity
without comment), where about fifteen men were milling about with hard-ons,
and more strolling up all the time.  We distributed ourselves among them
along the porch edge, away from the Glory Holes, and opened up a new
"front."  We knelt facing inward.  The men needed no invitation or urging.
They were horny as goats.  Four strode right up, one for each of us, and
thrust their big erections into our open mouths.  My first guy was a preppy
type named Sandy, a good-natured, trim man in his thirties, with an aw-
shucks grin and a big, thick dick.  I grasped his muscular buttocks and
went to work on his dripping cock.  He was very pleased that I could take
it all the way down to his shortened, light- brown pubes.  He had big,
pendulous balls that swung back and forth as he leaned in and out, feeding
me his sweet cock.  He refrained from grabbing the back of my head--an
experienced and gracious partner.  I rode him for ten minutes before
blast-off-meanwhile, Colin, nearby, had blown two late-teen dicks, Jason
and Ryan, and I noticed Chad working on Craig.

    I took about six or seven loads before the crowd dwindled, and we left
the guys in the booth to handle the last few men.  Ron and Jeff were
waiting for us in our room, stretched out on our big bed with boners
soaring upward.  Colin slid in beside Jeff, and my horny brother rolled on
top of him instantly, eager to get his tingling dick into a smooth, slick
hole for some relief.

    This was starting to bother me just a bit-my brother Jeff seemed to
have a thing for Colin, and Colin had made it very plain that he found Jeff
to be incredibly sexy (how could he not?).  For my taste, they were getting
together just a bit too often.  But Ron grabbed me and pulled me onto the
bed, requiring my full attention for his twenty-minute appointment.  We
wound up with both Colin and me flat on our backs, with our studs lying
atop us, hips pumping rhythmically, their heads buried alongside ours,
chins hooked over our shoulders.  These two were sexy, but not romantic.

    After first Ron, then Jeff, had injected their creamy filling into our
doughnuts, they lay sweating upon us for several minutes, catching their
breath.  Ron's spent dick gradually squeezed out of my rectum and lay,
drooling, on the sheet.  I love fucking, and I love the afterglow, too,
with a guy resting atop my body recuperating.  They got up and left,
though, thanking us, but no after-sex kisses from those two, and we had a
few minutes alone before our next customers.  We turned and lay nose to
nose.  Colin's warm, sweet breath bathed my face.

    "I think my brother has the hots for you," I ventured.

    "He's a beautiful man.  I like looking at him.  And I'm happy to put
out for him."

    "He's 'way too beautiful, and sexy, too.  I wonder that you don't ditch
his skinny kid brother and pair off with the real thing."

    Colin snorted.  "You aren't jealous of Jeff, are you?"  He kissed my
nose tenderly.  "Baby, Jeff is a boy-toy, and can never be more than that.
He has marriage and family tattooed on his ass, can't you see that?  Right
now, he's so full of jizz, he has to unload it somewhere, and your ass and
mine are convenient places to shoot it.  He's having fun playing with us
sexually.  But I have no future with Jeff, and I don't even want to.  I
mean I like him, as a friend, but as a GUY friend-a STRAIGHT guy friend.
There's no romance there, and never could be.  Besides," he wrapped his
arms around my upper body, "I've found just what I want right here.  Lover,
you are handsomer and sexier than either of your brothers will ever be, and
you are still getting handsomer and sexier by the day, while they have just
about peaked.  I wanted you the minute I saw you at Eddie's, and I can
hardly believe my luck that you were still available and willing to be with
me."

    "Sorry if we're interrupting something," sang out a voice at the
entrance.  It was Tommy and Mel, our men of the moment, arriving for their
turn at our slimy asses.  We welcomed them, and in a moment, I was on my
hands and knees receiving Mel's big fat cock up my ass, while Colin
straddled Tommy and rode him like a bronco beside us.  Mel's hips and
thighs thwacked noisily against my rump, and the aroma of man-sex filled
the air, despite the best efforts of our candles on their shelves.  We were
successfully bred yet again, and immediately took on the succession of men
scheduled to follow these.

    Our session ended with sperm drooling out of both our asses and down
our sticky thighs.  'Lijah and Les got sloppy sixths in our swampy butts,
but they took it cheerfully and slid their bones in among the accumulated
secretions of their fellows, in short order adding their own emissions to
the pool.  Colin and I could hardly wait to dash out the window onto the
side porch, where we noticed a couple of naked men with their pelvises
pressed against the Glory Holes, and trot up to the shower shack to hose
out the slime.  We picked up extra sheets on the way back and returned to
freshen the bed for sleeping.

    We found Dad and Jeff waiting for us.

    "What 's up?" I asked.  Jeff shrugged, as much in the dark as I was.

    "Oh, just a quick family meeting," Dad answered.  "Mike is, er, busy
right now, but I spoke with him earlier.  I just need to tell you guys
something I want you to hear first from me, and get your response in
person."

    He paused, searching for the right words.

    "Oh, fuck, boys, I'll just out with it.  I've been talking to Eddie
about something I've been considering for some time, but I think having
Will here and in SSD makes it easier for me to do than it was.  Tomorrow,
Eddie will announce some new SSD members, to be added here during this
gathering.  Three, actually.  Chad and Rick are both ready to begin
service, or will be after tonight, for sure.  The third one is me."

    We stood in stunned silence for a moment.  Colin was checking out my
expression to see how I was taking this bombshell, and Dad was, too.

    "No shit!" swore Jeff.  "Are you gay, then, Dad?"

    "Gay here, straight at home, equals Bi, I suppose.  I'm telling you in
advance, because I want to know how big of a trauma that causes you guys.
Do you think you can live with knowing that some of your friends (those
that don't mind doing an old guy) are having sex with your Old Man?"

    I shrugged and said, "No big deal to me.  I'm having sex with you,
myself."

    Jeff had a little gleam in his eye.  "Maybe Mike and I could be doing
the Old Man sometimes, too!"

    Dad laughed.  "Well, sure, especially here.  At home, due to the matter
of discretion with the women-folk, it would have to be with great care and
on my offer, OK?  Don't worry, I'll offer when the coast is clear."

    "Fine with me," agreed Jeff.  "Hey, I'm taking it up the ass from Li'l
Bro, here, later on this week."

    "No shit?  You, too?"

    Now Jeff laughed.  "Just the once, Dad.  Just curious, that's all, and
this week seems to have become 'Walk on the other side week,' out here at
The Camp. Still, if you want in on it, show up here between 2:30 and 3:00
on Saturday.  I know Mike wouldn't miss it if his life depended on
it-because he knows that will be his first and last chance to dip his wick
in my holder."

    "You never know, Jeff, that so-called one shot may become a life-long
addiction.  Chad, for example, has totally changed his tune about being on
bottom, though I think he is still primarily a top.  He'll be doing a lot
on bottom at least out here, though, starting tomorrow."

    Jeff grinned.  "I'll take that chance, Dad, but trust me, I don't think
having sweaty men sticking their bones up my bung-hole will become all that
much more attractive to me than it is now.  When there is some hosing to be
done, I'm happy to be one of the ones doing it!"

    "OK, then, guys.  If you're not too embarrassed to have your dad
slutting around out here, then I'm happy with that.  And, Jeff, I'll
definitely be here on Saturday to crawl your ass.  An opportunity like that
is not to be missed!"  He reached over and gave Jeff's ass a friendly
stroke, smiling.

    We were all laughing then, and Dad and Jeff gave out good night hugs,
and went on their way to their bunks, leaving Colin and me to settle in for
the night as well.  Just then, Stewart and Chad came in, and we greeted
them cheerfully, particularly Chad.

    "Welcome to the slut world, bitch," said Colin, grasping Chad to his
chest.  Their whole front sides pressed together tightly.  Chad grinned.
"Yeah, you guys converted me totally, I guess.  I don't much care who fucks
me now!"

    I jumped in then.  "That sounds like an offer, Dude.  Sheets are clean.
Look, I've worked up a hard-on just thinking about this.  Whaddaya say?" My
dick stuck straight out from my body like a third arm reaching out.

    Chad's grin expanded.  "Since these three dicks in this room are the
very ones that broke my ass in yesterday, they just happen to fit my bum
perfectly.  You lube me up good, and I'm your 'ho,' boys."

    We spent the next quarter hour licking and lubing at Chad's back door.
Then all three of us penetrated and slimed his ass, first me, then Colin,
and finally Stewart, who had been positioned with his pelvis beneath Chad's
head, so that Chad could dine on his fine, fat sausage while we attended to
his back end.  We ended as usual, with Chad and Stewart entwined on one
side of the bed, me and Colin wrapped in one another's arms on the other.
We quickly drifted off to sleep, but while I was dozing off, I had visions
of my brother Mike getting fucked repeatedly in the room across the way by
those foxy dudes he'd been locked in with.  In the morning, I'd get to hear
the story of his venture into slut-dom.  That might be worth getting up
for!