Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 17:02:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division chapter 22 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
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SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION

CHAPTER 22

TUESDAY

-1-

Interlude--Tuesday

    I woke to Colin sucking my dick languidly.  God, I loved that man.  I
lay quietly and let him enjoy my bone, as I also enjoyed the sensations of
ecstasy he was sending up my body.  Soon, I began to hunger for some bone,
myself.  I glanced over my right shoulder to encounter his own rigid
member, just inches away from my nose.  I turned over toward it slightly.
It had a single clear drop of morning dew just emerging from the slit.  I
touched that with my tongue, then engulfed the head of the beautiful organ
into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it gently.  Colin hummed a bit on
my own dick.

    We enjoyed a leisurely sixty-nine session together.  I had no idea what
time it was, but it was early.  I began to get a mental grip: Colin was
getting me up so that we could go for our run.

    "You want to cum now, or save it 'til after the run?" I asked softly.
Stewart and Chad still slumbered in a pile of naked limbs beside us.  Both
were extraordinarily cute sleeping.

    "Ummm.  Can you wait?"

    "Sure, not like I haven't been getting drained regular, you know."

    "OK, let's run, then, and get our nut later.  This sure tastes good,
though."  He gave my dick a few more slurps, savoring it, and then he
pulled off.  We swung off the side of the bed and slipped into our shoes,
then quietly exited the window and joined a small stream of men heading out
for the trail.

    This time, I was much more able to get into the run, being better
rested.  We did our two-lap regimen, stopping as before to let the lake
overflow sluice over our sweating bodies.  On the first time round, we
passed several of the older guys, one of which happened to be Ralph,
Colin's dad, running with a friend of his named Wade.  I hadn't seen Ralph
for awhile, but after all, we'd been busy.  As we jogged up beside him,
Colin caressed his dad's buttock and smiled as Ralph turned his head toward
him.  They exchanged greetings, and we trotted off, leaving Ralph sweating
along behind.

    We were silent for a few minutes.  Then I couldn't stand it any more.

    "Nice that your dad is out running, don't you think?  He'll be back in
top shape in no time if he keeps this up."

    Colin looked over at me bemusedly.  "Hope so.  Even better if it helps
his program, which exercise is supposed to do.  Actually, I spoke with him
yesterday, while you were talking to Alan, I think.  He says the urge to
drink seems to have left him.  Probably because he came out, and doesn't
have to pretend anymore.  So he has no stress now, he says.  Anyway, I hope
so.  We'll see, I guess."

    We ran on, and soon encountered others to greet and interact with.  I
took the time to ruminate on Ralph and me, though.  It seemed to me that I
needed to come up with some way to relate with him better, without being
false or hypocritical.  For Colin's sake, I hoped I'd find a way to do
that.  At the moment, I couldn't imagine how, though.

    Our run ended with a shower and a simple breakfast in the early morning
sunshine on the lawn, at a table with half a dozen guys our own age, some
gay, some straight.  It was nice to have the camaraderie, and the natural
mingling of the sexualities within the family group.  I wondered how much
we would encounter that on the outside.  Not likely in my school back home,
for sure.

    We went by to check in with Eddie and ask what he needed help with.  We
didn't seem to get very much time assigned in the kitchen, and we felt like
we were kind of slacking.  Eddie expressed a different take on it, though.

    "You guys are more than pulling your weight in the entertainment area,
as I knew you would.  If I put you in the kitchen, too, you'd have no time
for fun at all.  This is supposed to be a holiday!  Don't worry, the older
guys who get so much less sex are only too happy to fill in with other SSD
duties."

    We were not too placated, and we insisted on helping out more.  Eddie
finally caved, and said that, if we could borrow some pants and a shirt, we
could take his pick-up and go into town to do the mid-week shopping for
fresh supplies.  I had forgotten that I didn't even have a shred of
clothing with me-I certainly hadn't missed it.  There were plenty of guys
there in our size ranges, though.  We readily agreed.

    An hour later, bearing borrowed khaki cargos, tees, and our own
flip-flops to slip on when we got into town, we set out with Eddie's truck
and shopping list.  It was quite a load and took a couple of stops at the
stores down in the valley to come up with all of it.  It felt so odd to
have cotton fabric flapping around our bodies.  In the midst of it all,
though, we had a brainstorm and a discussion.  Ralph had brought back our
navel rings from this little burg: what if we brought back more body gear
to complement it?

    So it happened that when we returned (clothes discarded again as soon
as we crossed the town limit) we each had a pierced left earlobe, with a
small and tasteful diamond stud in it, and a pierced right nipple, with a
small bar through, a tiny diamond on one end and a tiny ruby on the other,
echoing the navel ring.  I thought they looked sexy as hell on both of us.
I admit, I screamed with sincere pain when the technician, a funky,
tattooed man in his forties, stuck the needle through my nip.  That alerted
Colin, who sucked up the fiber to grit his teeth and bear it, but he
grimaced really big when his turn came, too.  These adornments were
basically compliments of Eddie's largesse, since it was his pay for summer
work that made them possible.

    Concerning finances, Colin was less stressed about his upcoming tuition
payment.  He filled me in that his dad had already paid it, and wouldn't
hear of anything other.  "No matter what you think of me, Colin, it is my
responsibility to pay your tuition, and I will not renege on that."  But
Colin was holding firm on the apartment rent and other expenses, which he
would finance from his work for Eddie and on his back in the coming job
whoring for the cousins.  He was determined not to lapse into outright
dependency on his dad again, just in case.  Besides, he said, it was time.

    He was also going to need to go and select and rent an apartment, too,
right after the Camp Week was finished.  It shouldn't be difficult, since
he already knew what he wanted and where, and Win would be available then,
he had said, to meet him there.  We agreed we'd go together, if Dad would
OK it for me, and then come back to my parents' place for a week together.
That trade- off should suit Mom well.  I knew she was chomping at the bit
to get my new boyfriend under her roof, whom she only knew as a skinny
friend of Jeff's from former camp day outings.  Afterward, he could have
most of a week back at his own home, visiting his long-suffering mother,
both of us prepping for our respective school terms.

    This was the first time we'd both had mouths free of dicks long enough
to have an extended discussion about anything serious.  It felt good.  I
enjoyed being an equal partner in the discussion, too.  I looked forward to
"helping" Colin pick out the apartment I'd be visiting him in as often as
possible in coming months.

    For the time being, though, we still had days left of our Men's Week to
enjoy.


-2-

Surprise!  Plus-- Three Amigos, and Mike's Big, Fat, Gay Adventure

    It was right at the end of the lunch hour when we returned.  Eddie
produced a crew of straight men to unload the truck, and we quickly wolfed
down the quiche and salad he had put back for us.  We had men lined up for
their "Chadding" in just a few minutes!  We hustled off for a quick shower.
I opened the screen door to the back porch and ran right into the naked
body of my school guidance counselor, Mr. Griffin!  Beside him was his
partner Tyler, grinning at my surprise and consternation.  If I ever knew
Mr. Griffin's first name was Kyle, I certainly never associated him with
Tyler and his petition.  I had no idea Mr. Griffin even knew who I was, as
in individual-but he greeted me with a big smile and a wink.

       "Remember, Will, what happens at The Camp stays at the camp, eh
Bud?"

       "Er...sure Mr...Kyle...I'm glad to have you on my team," I
stammered.

       This would take some getting used to.  I'd be seeing Mr. Griffin
several times per week at school in the hallway and such, and he had to
approve my scheduling.  Yet another layer of weirdness added to the family
veneer of very weird situations.

       I had to explain the situation to a bemused Colin as we headed on to
the showers.  But there we found Mitch, Jamie, and Owen in the midst of
their preparation for their big event, and I was soon diverted by the
pleasures to come.  Chad and Stewart were hosing the recruits out
enthusiastically.

    I figured Mitch probably knew all about what went on the gambling
pay-off room the night before, because he'd had all morning to hear of it
from Rick, but I didn't want to intrude on his special deflowering, so I
didn't bring it up.  He clearly had his mind on his own situation, anyway.

    "I'm really glad you are doing this for me, Will.  I don't think I
could let anybody else do it.  I mean, it's so embarrassing.  Having some
guy stick his tongue up my ass, damn.  That's so personal, don't you
think?"  Clearly, he was nervous, and he would rattle on like this until I
found some way to calm him down some.  I'm not sure I succeeded.

    "Gee, Mitch-I'm also going to stick my big, hard dick up there, too.
That's pretty personal, too, don't you think?  Just gotta let go of all
that silliness about your ass, man.  It's just a hole, that's all.  No big
deal."

    "Yeah, and it's just and tongue, and just a dick, too!  Easy for you to
say, you've had all this a bunch of times.  I can't believe I signed up for
this-what was I thinking?"

    "Probably that you'd like to know what it's like to get fucked by a
man, and this is a great opportunity to do it, " I hazarded.

    "Yeah.  But man.  You're gonna make out with my ass-hole.  Wow."

    "Uh-huh.  Wow!" I grinned.

    We were at the room by this time, and I gestured him to hop up on the
bed and drape himself across the ramp of pillows, which Chad and Stew had
already arranged.

    "OK, now shut up, Mitch, or we'll have to stuff a something big in that
mouth of yours," I warned.  "You're supposed to just lie there and relax,
and let this happen, Buddy.  You're going to like it, I promise, and at the
other end, well you come out a Man, my son."

    Mitch presented his tight, white rump to me, rested his head on the
mattress, and closed his eyes.  Stewart and Colin were still working on
getting their young colts settled down on either side of me.  I occupied
myself massaging Mitch's long, slender feet to help him relax.

    Colin's candidate, Jamie, was in his early twenties, a young banker.
He had banker hair, but other than that, naked is naked-sprayed-on tan,
maybe 5'11", 180, a cute, cut hard-on measuring 7 1/2 erect, which he
already was.  He wore soft contacts, but we had him take them out.
Otherwise, they'd be stuck to our sheets for sure.  He was in an upbeat
humor, eager and ready to get fucked.

       Owen, on the other guys' side of the bed, was a senior at Jeff's
college, dark close-cropped hair, around 5'10" and even, all-over tan (he
fished and hiked naked a lot both here and on his own), and a nice
8-incher.  He was in forestry, and he would look very fine both in a ranger
uniform and out of it.

    We set to our task happily, and we worked our magic on these three
prospects as we had on the others.  They were putty in our hands, and after
just over an hour, we were energetically fucking their willing asses
side-by-side.  We switched horses then, and rode another one each before
the session was ended.

    Not to miss out on such an opportunity a second time, Mike showed up
with ten minutes to go.  Chad was just about to unload in Mitch's ass,
following me.  Mike sort of got in line behind him.

    I gave him my 'you have to ask first, you rapist,' look, and he got it.

    "Hey, Mitch, you mind if I tag on the end here?" he asked the
semi-comatose slab of male lying in the middle of our bed.

    "Uh," said Mitch.

    "That means OK," declared Mike.  I shrugged and nodded.  Chad grunted
his seed into Mitch's open receptacle and stepped back.  Mike quickly
plugged the opening with his own seed planting unit.

    Stewart had finished with Owen, and I was ready to breed again, so I
went to work on him.  I was last to cum this time, and just about wore poor
Owen out.  He'd be walking and sitting awkwardly the rest of the day, I
supposed, once he came to and began to move about, but we sure gave him his
money's worth.  At the moment, he was snoring softly, eyes rolled up inside
his lids.  All three of these volunteers definitely knew what it was like
to get fucked, that was for sure.  And not one was complaining.

       We left the three initiates sleeping, and went out to the porch to
make a circle of rockers.  Mike made no move to leave, so I decided just to
blurt it out.

       "So, Mike, how was it last night?  We want the whole story, in
intimate detail."

       He grinned.  He'd just been waiting for the opportunity.

       "Since Larry won, Rick was off the hook.  But he said right up front
that he would put out with the rest of us.  I always thought he really
wanted to get reamed.  So anyway, his dad started with him!  He set him up
on his hands and knees on the bed and fucked him good!  It was their first
time, Rick's first time with anybody, and they were hot to watch.

       "Meanwhile, we weren't about to start anything on our own.  But
Larry said, 'well, guys, go on and get yourselves loosened up for me.  This
one is so tight I can hardly get in him.'

         "Still, Zack and Alan did not move.  So I said, 'to hell with it,'
and I crawled up on the bed, too.  Zack took me, and he was pretty rough.
Right then, I decided, this one has a lesson to learn-I'll be humping him,
too in a bit, and he needs to find out this shit hurts.  He finally nutted,
and then I just said, 'hop up, Alan, you're next.'  To my surprise, he did!
I lubed him up a lot better than had been done for me, but I wasn't about
to eat out his hairy ass.  Anyway, I fucked him, but good.  He ended up
laying flat on the bed, moaning, with me humping his backside.  That was a
good lay!  Tight!

       "By this time, Larry had finished off his son, and Rick wanted to
fuck someone.  Grudgingly, Zack, the only one left intact, had to pony up.
You know, I think it might have really been his first time.  He sure
carried on like it was.  You never saw such faces and heard such groans.
Rick finished pretty quick, but when he pulled out, I just said, 'stay
there,' and I went right at him, too.  As you know," he winked at me, "I
can go several times real close together.  No extra lube, just lined up and
pushed it in.  Turns out, I'm half again thicker than Rick, and I really
put the stretch to him.

       "Zack was almost crying.  'Damn, shit, hell, man, that hurts like
the devil.'"

       "Oh, no kidding?  Well, it doesn't' have to, you know.  I just
thought you liked it that way since you stretched hell out of my hole.
I'll show you how to lube it up and relax it next time-and then you can do
that with guys YOU fuck, too."

       He got the point.  "Christ.  I had no idea it hurt this bad.  I
thought gay guys expected some pain. Ouch.  Damn."

           I pulled out and went to work on his hairy ass with my tongue,
then.  Yes, believe it or not, I licked that stinkin' ass.  Guess I felt
guilty for hurting the bastard.  He loosened up and I put in extra lube,
then went back to fucking him again.  He liked it much, much better that
time."

       "When I finished, Larry was ready, and he buggered Zack's ass
then-three in a row for Mr. Macho!  It took him a while, too, before he got
his nut.  Zack had to just lay there and take it like a man, like he deals
it out.  Rick just patted the bedspread next to us, and Adam crawled up on
it like a trained seal.  I wish I had a picture of that one, young Rick
fucking the lights out of the top football jock in the state. Adam had this
expression on his face like you wouldn't believe-like our dog Bruiser had
when we brought him home from the groomer and they had put that stupid pink
bow on his head!  He was embarrassed even for HIM to know that Rick was
rutting his ass!

       "We took a break then, and just lay around for an hour or so.  I
must'a dozed off, because next thing I knew, Larry was pushing his dick
into my ass from the side, and Rick was voluntarily sucking Alan's
dick. Once he finished that, Alan and Zack took turns fucking each other!
I was seriously surprised for us to get treated to that show.  After Larry
had me, then I turned Rick over and had his ass the same way.  The last
event for me was, once I finished with Rick, then Alan laid me out on my
back and got on top of me.  He pulled my knees up and stuck his dick up me,
and just let me have it.  For the first time, Will, I sort of understood
what you guys see in this-because I got a real good feeling down deep in my
ass.  If I had not just cum a few times already, I'm pretty sure I would
have jazzed just from Alan fucking my butt.  Truth to tell, I think I'd
play center for that quarterback again some time.  For a guy, he is really
hot looking.  Well, Zack is, too, but Alan is a nicer guy, I think.

       "I went to sleep then, but I woke up an hour or so later, probably
from the noise Alan was making, partly whining and partly moaning.  Larry
had him on his hands and knees, and he was fucking him.  With it being the
fourth one for Larry, it was taking him quite a while to cum, and he was
working pretty hard.  Poor Alan was working hard, too!  He looked over at
me, and he had tears in his eyes!  He shook his head and said, "My Old Man
is going to pay for this!"  I felt kind of sorry for him.  But I also
noticed his dick was hard as a steel beam, and it was swinging back and
forth as Larry pounded his ass.  Those big bull balls of his were also
swinging like bastards.  Right after he said that, he let out a loud moan
and his cock shot off this huge load, all over the sheet and even on my
shoulder!  He just said, "Sorry, Mike," and went right back to moaning."
Mike laughed.  "If my butt was not so sore now, I'd say I kind of enjoyed
it.  But DON'T be getting any ideas," he poked Colin, who was grinning at
him, "this is definitely a one-shot deal for me!  Next time, Jeff can take
it!"

       On that, Mike got up and headed off to the beer cooler to get brews
for all of us.  I stopped him, though, as he passed, grabbing his hip.
With my other hand, I parted my brother's ass crack and took a peek at his
pucker-it was angry and red, and bigger than I ever saw it!  He turned and
smiled at me.  "Almost looks like yours, huh, Bro?"  And he sauntered off
for the beers.


-3-

Turning our feet up for the guys

    Before dinner, feeling a bit peckerish, Colin and I did a stint in the
Glory Hole booth.  Between sips of beer, we sucked down half a dozen shots
of man milk each, the best our family members had to offer.  After dinner,
we did our now-familiar stint flat on our backs--well sometimes on our
hands and knees or flat on our front sides, too-with another half dozen of
the family's finest, grinding their gonads into us with gusto.  I drew some
pretty hot dudes: Nick's brother, Jared; Jason; Craig; Bo; a forty-year-old
investment banker named Ian; and Rick's dad, Jack.  I enjoyed the company
of all of them, but best of all was my cousin Bo, who turns out to be quite
the swordsman.  He has a beautiful ever-hard dick, and he knows how to use
it!  He fucked me deeply in half-a-dozen positions before he spermed me
missionary style, with his long, reptilian tongue inserted deep in my
mouth.  It was wonderful.  I left a puddle of my own cum between our sweaty
stomachs, and hustled off for a quick shower-off before proceeding with my
next client.

    Colin entertained: my Uncle Benny; Brett, who was with me on the first
night; my insufferable know-it-all cousin Wally, who was strangely subdued
while fucking my boyfriend; Madison, one of our Chadding clients; Bevan
from the university; and Aaron.  He seemed to be having a good time as
well.

    We ended the day, as we prefer, lying in one another's arms and taking
things as they come.  What came was, first Colin in my ass, and then me in
his.  Beside us, Chad and Stewart were similarly occupied.  Damn, what a
great day.  I woke with my dick in Colin's mouth; I finally dozed off with
my dick still in his ass.