Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2010 17:54:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division chapter 23, 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 TWENTY-THREE

HUMP-DAY

-1-

Morning Wood

    I felt breath on my cheek, and I opened my eyes to face the day-only to
find that I was face-to-face with Chad, who smiled at me brightly, his
shining blue eyes just inches from my big browns.

    "Good morning, Cousin Will."

    "Good morning, Cousin Chad.  You're smiling like you're up to
something.  I want in on it."

    "Oh, I was just thinking, just before you opened your eyes, what a
lucky guy I am.  For the time being, anyway, I wake up in bed with three of
the sexiest, best-looking men on the planet, and they're all buck naked,
and I can fuck whichever one I want to, anytime I want to.  No wonder I'm
smiling!"

    "So, which one do you want to fuck right now?"

    "The one who's awake."

    "That would be me, I guess.  So have at it."

    Still smiling, Chad drew me into his arms and pressed his lips against
mine.  As I had suspected from our encounter the other night, he was a
fantastic kisser.  Well, I'd seen Stewart enjoying his lip action plenty
during the past couple of days, and Stewart is himself a wonderful kisser.
Our morning boners dueled for position at our mid-sections, echoing our
tongue-duel up above.

    Chad's kisses were wet kisses, and he was getting me all hot and
bothered.  Gradually, though, he pressed his weight upon me more and more,
turning me over onto my back and leaning over me to maintain his connection
to my mouth.  His left arm caressed my left nipple for a moment, then he
shifted his weight onto that arm as he moved more onto my body.  His kisses
moved south, to my Adam's apple, my throat, my chest and both nipples--he
sucked them up into firm points, and carefully savored my new nip ring-then
he slid into my navel and tongued my navel ring lightly.  My treasure trail
led him down to the playground at my crotch, and he slobbered all over my
dick and balls.  It all felt sublime, and took about fifteen minutes in
all.  Meanwhile, as he bent at the waist to reach me, I could not get at
his 'nads with my mouth, but I pulled his left foot over and suckled his
toes.  He whimpered, and sucked my testicles into his mouth even more
passionately, one at a time.

    Finally, Chad pulled his feet away and drew up onto his knees beside my
thighs.  He lifted my legs and rolled me up like a mattress so that he
could get at my hole with his wet, pink tongue.  Now, he made out with my
ass just as insistently as he had with my mouth earlier, until he had it
all relaxed, wet, and pliant.  With my left hand, I reached down and
grabbed his long, smooth cock, gently caressing it and drawing the skin
back and forth several inches.  I felt a drop of dew emerge from the tip
and slide down the cleft of his cock-head.

    Smiling, Chad fitted the backs of my knees onto his shoulders and drew
his hips up until his bone pressed against my loose entrance.  He just
leaned in, and it slid right inside-advantages of being a well-worn slut, I
suppose.  I felt no pain, only the joy of being filled with a magnificent,
warm, smooth, firm phallus.  He began to flex his hips, first slowly and
gently, then with gradually increasing tempo and pressure.  Soon, his groin
was pressing firmly against my buttocks on each down-stroke.

    Colin raised up drowsily and looked over in our direction.

    "Stewart, your boyfriend is fucking my boyfriend," he announced
matter-of-factly.

    Stewart's head moved slightly.  "Hmmm," he said, "Tha's nice."

    "How 'bout if I come over and fuck you, then?

    "Sure.  Tha's nice."

    So Colin rolled off his side of the bed, boner bouncing, and came
around to Stewart's side, caressing my toes as he passed.  Chad
considerately scootched me over to make room, and Colin mounted his steed
beside us.  He knelt with his unit just below Stewart's erection, so that
the two big dicks rose together, undersides touching.  Colin began by
gently caressing both organs together, rubbing them against one another.
He reached over to the shelf beside Stewart and grabbed the lube bottle,
squirting some on both dicks and spreading it around with pumping
movements.  Then some was applied to his own backside.  He raised up his
rump and moved forward a few inches, resettling himself atop Stewart's
vertical pole.  I heard Colin sigh as he slid down onto it.  He fucked
himself on Stewart while Stewart, by all appearances, slumbered peacefully
beneath him.

    After awhile, though, Chad fucking me vigorously all the time, Colin
rose up off of Stewart's cock and let it thump against Stew's abdomen.  He
slid down on Stew's body and pulled his knees up several inches.  With that
access, he moved forward and slid his firm cock up Stewart's waiting
asshole firmly.  This time, Stewart could not feign sleep-it probably hurt
a bit to be entered so suddenly with so little prep.  He groaned.  But he
drew his long legs up across Colin's buttocks to hold him in place, and
Colin responded by grinding his hips to anchor his cock inside its hiding
place more securely.  Then he began to plow in and out as Chad had been
doing, gradually gaining speed and momentum.

    Chad had been at this now for over twenty minutes, but he was clearly
deliberately letting Colin catch up with him.  Colin gave little sounds of
passion to let him know he was getting close.  At last, in a frenzy of
hip-thrusting and panting, the two let loose their semen together in a
unison- ejaculation.  Stew and I were abundantly seeded.

    The studs were still lying atop our inert bodies, just basking in the
glow, when of all people, Alan came in bearing mugs of coffee on a tray.

    "Sorry to interrupt, guys," he said in that deep, manly voice of his,
"but I need to thank you for all you did for me this week.  Thanks to you,
I was able to handle my dad's stupid wager just fine, and I think the poor
fool actually learned something from the whole thing.  He apologized to me
for what he did-first time that's ever happened!  Anyway, I owe you all big
time.  You were great!  And you..." he rubbed his knuckles against the top
of my head as I still lay beneath Chad's naked body, his now-retreating
dick still inside my rectum, "I owe you, too, for setting the whole thing
up for me.  I'm coming in to visit you tonight, Will-only YOU get to be the
top this time!  It's only fair."

    I knew sportsmanship and honor were big things to Alan, but
really-offering to let me fuck his hunky, manly ass-that seemed pretty
radical.  I wouldn't turn the gift down, though!


    "Sure," I stammered.  "Any time, Alan."

    Chad and Colin were slowly rising up and withdrawing their appendages
from our guts, taking coffee mugs from Adam's hands, and thanking him for
the delivery. Smiling, he looked at their big, slick, red cocks
appreciatively.

    I took my mug and took a few grateful sips.  Eddie made fantastic
gourmet coffee.

    "Hey, Alan, I'm all primed.  You want to drop a load while you're
here?"

    He smiled, considering the proposition.  Then, he turned to Colin.

    "You mind?"

    Colin smiled back and shrugged.  "He's got enough for everybody."

    "So it seems.  Well, sure, why not.  Great way to start the day, eh?"

    I handed off my mug to Chad and lay back down, drawing my feet up over
my head and presenting my round rump to the quarterback.  It had a little
cum-drool on it, and it was clearly recently used.

    Alan grinned.  He was truly a handsome young man, strong, lean jaw,
great teeth, masculine nose.

    "Damn.  Sloppy seconds."

    His dick was rising rapidly.  Chad leaned over and engulfed it into his
mouth and sucked it up into a full, strong erection.  Then, he backed off
and let Alan knee forward to impale me forcefully.  I must say, he fucked
hell out of me.  He was a very physical partner.  The others stood sipping
their coffee as they watched the jock attack my rump with vigor.  Thwack,
thwack, thwack-his hips slapped against mine loudly.  It didn't take long,
though, before his first eruption of the morning (I supposed) burst forth
from his hose into my already-soggy gut.

    "Whew!  That was good!  Thanks!" he said, his grin back securely in
place.  It was no wonder cheerleaders everywhere creamed their panties
every time this guy passed.  I suspect some centers did, too, when he
strode up behind them and placed his hands between their thighs.  Alan
turned silently on strong, bare feet and strode off into the main room,
whistling!  He presented his own big, slimy, red cock to the public view as
he advanced.  I heard one or two cat-calls as some of his friends noted his
wet dick and where he had emerged from.

    Chad returned my slightly cooled coffee mug to me silently.  We looked
at one another sheepishly, smiles growing.  Then we all burst into
laughter.

    "That guy is walking pornography," declared Chad.  He already had a
replenished boner, just from watching Alan screw my ass.

    No one disputed what he said, though.  Actually, from my point of view,
I was in a house- full of walking pornography-good quality stuff, too!


-2-

Sunrise, Sunset

    Wednesday unfolded before us, now on the downward slide of our first
glorious week together at The Camp.  After a light breakfast, Colin and I
took our hour in the weight shack, then showered and touched up the hair
trim on our bodies.  It was Fish Fry Day at The Camp, and the straight guys
had charge of heating the big cauldron of hot oil for frying the fish,
fries, and hush- puppies.  Lunch would be a sandwich bar, so that would be
easy for the chefs to handle, too.  We could have the bulk of the day to do
whatever we liked.

    The four of us decided to take a shift at the massage tables.  Each of
us took a table, and we were booked solid with eager clients lunch.  Greg
joined us to offer pedicures, and Steve and Nick set up a body-grooming
station next to him.  Uncle Ernie styled hair next to them, and the newly-
arrived Tyler and Kyle gave manicures as he clipped.  What a trip, watching
my school guidance counselor, buck naked, buffing guys' nails.  I always
knew he was a good-looking man, but I don't think I had ever imagined him
naked-and if I had, I wouldn't have done him justice!

    Our guys moved from one station to the next, a one-stop make-over spa
center.  By the time we sucked them off at the end of their massage, those
guys were some happy campers!  I caught Kyle a couple of times watching me
as I sucked guys' big, stiff cocks, with a cute little grin on his face.
My guidance counselor was perving on me, all right, but only with his eyes

    By eleven-thirty, our hands were tired.  But Doug, Nick, Uncle Bill,
and Wesley took over for us, and they let us have the first massage.  Bill
did me, and he had fantastic, magical hands.  He made play-dough out of my
body.  I was asleep by the time he got to my butt, and so were my
bunk-mates.  When we awoke, lying on our backs, all of us ejaculating from
the magnificent blow- jobs we were getting from our masseurs, we went into
a kind of rigor mortis for a few minutes.  Bill, having no teeth, and
decades of experience, was the best cock-sucker I had ever encountered.  He
just about drained me of all bodily fluids.  Then Chad started laughing,
which caused the rest of us to open our eyes and look for what was so
funny.  It was our toes.  While we slept, Greg had painted my toenails deep
purple, Colin's black, Chad's bright green, and Stewart's cobalt blue.
Frankly, they looked pretty awful, I thought.  But in good humor, we left
them alone.  To my amazement, by mid-day Thursday, just about every man in
the camp under 35 had his toenails painted some lurid color.  I guess it
was kind of a male bonding thing, and we got a lot of laughs out of it.


-3-

Afternoon Delights

    After a quick lunch, we met our afternoon Chadding clients, Bo, Josh,
and Madison, back at the room.  They were a little nervous, but eager to
get started, especially with the rimming.  First, they were led off to the
showers for their cleansing.  They returned, putty for our hands.

    Bo murmured a little confession to me on the way down from the showers.
"Will, in the interest of full disclosure-I'm not really a virgin, exactly.
I don't know if you 'll be able to tell or not, but I thought you should
know."

    I looked quizzical, expecting details.

    "Boy Scouts.  I was thirteen.  Tent mate.  Five inch dick, at most.
And it still hurt like hell!  I didn't even get a badge for it!"

    "Don't worry about it.  This will be totally different.  And maybe we
ought to award badges, that's a thought, Bo."

    "Yeah, you ain't five inches.  That will be a major difference.  My ass
twinges every time I think of it."

    "You'll be ready this time.  I promise."

    So we set to work on our prospects, licking, probing, and lapping and
their little cunnies with our tongues to their hearts' delight.  They
practically sucked the vibrators out of our hands, they were so ready.  But
the vibrators were a third the thickness of any of our cocks.  It took more
stretching and probing to get our mares ready for the main event, the
Mounting.

    When at last we inserted our dicks into their slimy holes, all three
were whimpering with pleasure.

    "Damn.  I never thought it could feel like this," rhapsodized Josh.
Then, Colin hit his prostate on a downstroke, and a big squirt of cum shot
from his dangling cock onto the sheet.  "God fuckin' damn!" he exclaimed.
"Do that again."  Colin did, and got a similar effect.  Josh was pretty
much jelly for the remainder of his ride, though later on, he came again
for real, in several squirts, while Mike was pumping him.

    Yes, as usual, Mike was there to bat clean-up.  He took over for Colin,
once Colin had creamed Josh's rump, followed then by Cody.  Jeff slid into
Bo after I jazzed his ass, and Casey finished him off.  .  And Eddie did
Madison after Stewart and then Chad had pounded him.  All three men's
resistance to anal penetration died happy on our sacrificial altar.

********* Several have asked about my other stories on Nifty.  Here are
most of them:


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Feb 2006

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Roomie        Sep 2001

High School         (The)
Erectifying Adventures (of Joshua "Woody" Woodruff)     Jan 2002

                                (The
Deflowering of) Bryant       Oct 2001

Rural                      Bare
Ass Horseman         Sep 2001

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Encounters         The
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