Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 02:51:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 24 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 TWENTY-FOUR

-1-

Cocks a-Poppin'

       For the remainder of the Wednesday afternoon, the four of us took
out a pontoon boat, and Steve (toenails fire engine red), Cody (electric
green), Rick (hot pink), and Casey (deep burgundy) joined us. Casey let all
of us ride on his enormous dick, the biggest most of us had ever
encountered.  We then divided into couples and just made love on the high
seas, enjoying the sun.  As I had suspected, Cody and Casey were getting
pretty thick with one another, and they let it drop that they were planning
to move in together soon.  Steve and Rick were already friends, but had
never had sex together until then-they were happily getting genitally
acquainted up in the bow area.  When I saw them later, both had semen
dribbling from their asses.  Colin came in my ass three times without ever
disconnecting, which is one of his talents.  After sex, we anchored the
boat and swam in the cool waters of the lake and got rid of the spunk from
our anuses.

    The fish dinner was as sublime as advertised.  The men had added
fresh-grilled corn on the cob, too, and it made a fantastic feast.  I was
afraid being a bit over-stuffed would hinder my enjoyment of the sexual
pleasures the evening would offer, but I got over that fast, and it was a
good thing, because I was treated to a string of beautiful and sexy young
lovers.  Colin's gorgeous and studly friend, Jay, who had serviced him
earlier in the week, was first on my list.  He gave me a hot, steamy ride.
Then I had my accomplished lover Paul, for non-stop lovemaking.  After that
came Peyton, the handsome, virile, jock friend of Alan's, and then Jack,
followed by new clients Danny and Bryan, both in their early thirties,
handsome married men who obviously weren't getting enough at home, and who
especially loved a good blow-job, delivered by an expert.  Colin's guest
list was similar, all nice-looking, sexy men.

    Alan came in at the end, smiling shyly.

    "You know, you don't really have to do this," I said.  He shrugged and
nodded.

    "I know.  I do owe you, but I also want this.  I like the idea of
having your cock up my ass, and I like the idea of your room-mates
watching.  And I like the idea that I can say that out loud in this room,
even though I could never say it anyplace else.  You guys are the
greatest."  Alan crawled shyly up onto the bed beside me, and we all burst
into laughter together.  His toenails were in shades of green, a cammo
design.

    So I spent the next forty-five minutes making love to the top football
star in the state, the future All-American, maybe Heisman candidate.  He
was surprisingly responsive, and particularly enjoyed the nip kissing and
later, the rimming I gave him.  His dick was a wonderful, tasty sausage
stick to lick and suck, and quite shapely and enormous.  Finally, I pulled
up his knees, wiggled my fuck-tool into his man-pussy, and gave him a
fucking to remember.  He was rock hard the whole time.  Half-way through, I
leaned upright, and Stewart moved in to suck Alan's big cock while I
continued to pound his buttocks.  He and I came at virtually the same time.
My jizz went up his ass, but Stewart siphoned up his and cleaned his rod
for him.

    The five of us lay in a puppy-pile on the bed together for several
minutes, until Alan said he needed to move along, and headed out to other
pursuits.  At that point, Chad and Colin wanted beers, and the rest of us
decided to join them.  We went out to the bar area.  Only a dozen or so men
were still hanging around-there were a couple of card games going on, and a
handful playing pool, some just sitting and talking.  We played a couple of
rounds of pairs eight-ball, then moved out onto the porch, where some of
the other younger guys were hanging out again.  We were sitting among them
and shooting the breeze, when Joe came around the corner of the porch
wearing a big grin.  His toenails were pale pink.

    "Guys, you won't believe this.  We have some new "anonymous" volunteers
out in the slings tonight.  Come and see."

    We all jumped up and followed.  Sure enough, the slings were occupied.
The two men in them were tall, beefy guys, well muscled and developed.
Both wore full-head masks to conceal their identity.  But all of us knew
everyone's body so well at this point that we could recognize one another
by any one body part alone, we didn't need to see faces.  It was definitely
Zack and Alan in the slings.  Alan even still had the distinctive olive
toenails.

    Both were being stoutly fucked, Alan by his buddy Peyton-who had just
done me earlier, and who had to know exactly whom he was spunking-- and
Zack, who had azure toenails, by my brother Jeff, whose toenails were aqua.
That made quite a spectacle-all four perfect physiques.  There were half a
dozen men lined up behind the fuckers, since at this time of night, not all
that many were still up and about.  My crowd fell into line, doubling the
length of it at once.  I had had both their asses recently, but Alan's most
recently, and I lined up for Zack.  The others just paired off.  With this
young group, the line moved quickly-we just stepped up, slammed their
asses, dropped a load in, and backed off.  I was Zack's fifth stud that I
knew of, and there were three more behind me.  That was quite a train for a
newbie (I supposed) like Zack to pull, but he handled it like a champ, and
so did Alan.

    I never heard anyone refer to this incident identifying the sling
occupants by name, though I know everyone knew exactly who they were.  It
was just left unspoken.  They wanted to be anonymous, and so their
identities were never mentioned.  It set another bonding trend for the
group, though.  For the remaining nights of our camp, after midnight, there
were always several volunteers from the straight side who offered their
asses for fucking in the slings.  More and more guys started staying up for
it, and saving a load for these rare participants.  And nobody ever
mentioned it to any of them, as far as I know.

       After that enjoyable interlude, we were ready to bed down for the
night.  We returned to our room to cuddle one another to sleep.  The Camp
was quiet.  During the night, though, clouds moved in, and we began to hear
rain falling on the building's metal roof.  Our streak of perfect weather
had ended.


-2-

Scott's Challenge

    The dawn brought a slow, steady rain, but no thunder yet.  Colin and I,
and a few others, got in our run as usual, except without the dousing at
the dam, and with a bit of slipping and sliding on some parts of the trail.
We indulged in a sausage-and-egg breakfast after that, thinking we deserved
it.

    Uncle Al got up to make an announcement, which he said he'd planned for
dinner, but with the rain setting in, we might need to know now.  He
introduced the new members of SSD: Chad, Rick, and Dad.  There was applause
and some good-natured laughter--after all, it wasn't often that a man
pushing forty came out like this.  It couldn't have been too great a shock,
though, since most of the men knew that Dad and Eddie got it on regularly,
and a few of them had shagged Dad before, too.

    "Scott, you know we all want your ass, baby," someone called out, "Why
couldn't you come out at the beginning of the week so we could all have our
turn?"

    "Yeah," shouted another, "You should do a special 'coming out' show
man-take on the whole Camp right here in the main room, and let everyone
watch."

    "Anytime, Adam, Freddie, the welcome mat is out," Dad responded.

    "After breakfast, men, please!" cried Uncle Benny, "We're trying to
enjoy a meal here!"

    There was laughter.  "OK, then, how about ten o'clock." That sounded
like Adam, "and let your three boys lead off.  That, I think we'd all like
to see.  After that, it's up to you who you do and when."

    Dad just smiled.  He couldn't care less who watched, and he'd be more
than happy to offer his ass to us boys.  His eye twinkled.  "You're on!"

    Afterward, Eddie came over to consult with us, and with Stewart, Chad,
Nick, Jared, Cody, and Casey, who had joined us.  First, today was
scheduled to be barbeque day, a major Camp event, but that would be
postponed to Saturday, which promised to be clear.  That meant the crew had
to cook today after all, and he was recruiting more help.  We cheerfully
volunteered, and would work through and after the lunch hour to prep for
dinner.

       "Except, I have to take a break to fuck my dad," I said.

       "You and the whole camp.  Sure, that's fine. It will keep the
natives entertained."

        Second, with the rain, the men would be staying in, and it would be
like a long evening all day-cards and games going constantly, but
also-here's where we came in-men wanting sex all day.  Eddie wondered if we
were getting too worn out for that.  Anyone tired of sex?

    We laughed out loud at that.  No, we all assured him, we were prepared
to turn tricks for our menfolk all day, whenever we weren't busy in the
cook-house.  Eddie was relieved.

    "Well, you see how they get, really randy.  Already set up a sex show
for the morning, no telling what they'll be up to by afternoon.  We need to
milk a load out of every one of 'em by midafternoon.  I've only seen these
guys without sexual outlets a couple of times, but let me tell you, it can
turn ugly," he said with a grin.

    No poker for us, it seemed, or at least, we'd be the ones getting the
poking.  We did see a card game beginning at one of the side tables,
though-Alan, Rick, Mike, and Zack were shuffling and dealing.  Colin smiled
slyly.  "Wonder what those dudes are putting up for stakes?" he asked
satirically.

    Sure enough, their dads' asses.  The winner got to fuck all four of the
fathers who had put their sons up as ante, "and there won't be a curtain on
the door, either-viewers welcome," declared Zack.

    "The winner's dad can opt out, though, can't he?" asked Winton.

    Alan looked up.  "No, Dad, that's not our bet.  Winner takes all."
Winton looked grim, but he didn't protest.

    My dad, of course, didn't mind at all.  All four young players had
fucked his ass the day before, and he was happy to do a rematch.  He'd have
to work them in among all the other men after his ass that day, though.

    Chad sighed, "Well who'd have thought that, on the day two succulent
young pieces of ass like me and Rick go on the open market, all the
attention is on the old guy."

    "The old guy with the hot body and sweet ass, you mean," said Cody.  "I
know I really enjoyed that night we spent with him when he won OUR asses at
poker.  He has the stamina of an eighteen-year-old."

    I smiled to myself.  How many guys are proud of how hot their dad is
and how their peers drool over having sex with him?  Not many, I would bet.

    Colin and I showered and touched up our body trim again.  If I was
going to be on display this morning, I wanted to look my best.  I got rid
of the polish from my toenails, though.

    "Can you get it up for him?" asked Colin, with an evil grin.

    I gave him my look of sardonic disbelief.

    "After I watch Jeff and Mike pork him?  I'll be a brick!"

    Ten o'clock was upon us.  Some of the guys had dragged a sofa into the
center of the big room, and the other men had pulled up chairs all around
in circles.  Dad strolled out into the room grinning.  "OK, Jeff, this is
your big moment," he said, looking over toward Jeff, who stood, arms
crossed at the edge of the room, wearing a demonic smile.  Jeff sauntered
out to join Dad, with the onlookers calling out, "Go, Jeff, fuck your dad!"
and "Give him a good ride, Jeff," and such.  Jeff was only about a quarter
erect, but even at that, he was an impressive specimen, definitely in the
Alan, Zack, and even Colin class. Dad sat on the center of the couch, and
Jeff just walked up and stood between his knees, placing his midsection in
easy reach.  Dad looked admiringly at the schlong he was about to consume,
his own eldest son's big, sexy penis, so much like his own.  Smiling with
anticipation, he lifted it to his lips and slurped it in.  Jeff let out a
breath through his teeth.  Dad had swallowed the whole unit, but now it
grew so fast, it came expanding back out of Dad's mouth again.  Dad
swallowed again, and more of it slid back in as it found its way into his
throat.  Jeff exhaled again, more forcefully.  By now, he was fully erect.
Dad pumped a few strokes, and Jeff shook his head, smiling.

    "Can't take much of that, Dad," he said.  "We better put this baby
where it belongs, before it goes off all over your face."

    "That could be fun to watch, too," someone called out.

    "You'd have more in about a minute, right Jeff?" added another.

    Jeff grinned shyly.  As a matter of fact, yes, he would, as many of us
knew only too well.

    Dad pulled off the slick cock, though, rose, and turned to kneel on the
edge of the sofa, leaning against the back.  Jeff's cock was conveniently
right at his ass, practically tapping on Dad's rectum.  Jeff gave it a feel
to check for slickness.  As I'm sure he expected, Dad had taken care of
that with plenty of lube (we found out later, Eddie had also prepped the
opening by fucking his brother about ten minutes earlier).  So Dad was
primed and ready to go.

    Jeff leaned in, and his big heavy cock slid right in, in one smooth
stroke.  The men groaned, ooh'd, or laughed, according to their own
inclinations.  Jeff pressed his pubes against Dad's butt, and held the pose
a moment, giving us a long view of his perfect body, muscles flexed.  What
a back, ass, and set of legs my brother had!  I heard more groans.  Jeff
pulled back almost all the way, then slid back in, hands behind him.  He
began to pound Dad's butt. His face revealed his was struggling to hold the
cum in.  Jeff has a lot of swagger, but inside, he's a little bit shy.
Being watched fucking his dad had to be, for him, half turn-on and half
intimidation.  I'm more outgoing.  For me, the more spectators watching me
fuck Dad, the better.

    Jeff grunted loudly and jammed his cock hard up Dad's ass, several
times abruptly.  He quivered all over.  Then he froze, draining the pipes.
He was done.

    As Jeff pulled out, now showing a slightly drooping, reddened, but
still huge member, Mike sauntered up, stiffie proudly waving.  Mike is
hung, but maybe half an inch less so than Jeff.  The way he flaunts it,
you'd think it was Casey's.  Dad stayed put, and Mike stepped up to the
hole, and plugged in.  As Jeff moved back, Mike began slamming his dad's
buttocks with his lean, firm hips.  Every shred of his dick was being
forced, hard, up Dad's asshole.  Mike pounded away for quite a while.
Dad's face began to turn red.  Finally, Dad gasped, and spewed jizz all
over the back of the sofa.  In another minute or so, Mike did the same,
emptying his balls inside Dad's bowel.  Like Jeff, he slowly toggled to
massage the last drops out, then let the slackening pecker slip out,
shining and reddened.

    I was up.  Colin gave me a supportive squeeze on the shoulder, but said
nothing.  I looked down at Will, Jr.  He was ready to go.

    I stepped forward in, I thought, a business-like way. I gave Dad a
reassuring pat on the butt- cheek, and a little fondle.  I reached under
and groped his balls for a few seconds.  He waggled his ass at me a little.
A glob of white cum perched right at the opening.  The crowd chuckled.  He
was ready, and so was I.  I centered my lance on the bull's eye, and let it
go at its target.  It entered smoothly and deeply.

    It was a pleasurable, but not sensational fuck.  It was a bit too
slick, actually, to give me a lot of sensation.  My brothers had deposited
a lot of sperm in there.  We're all heavy cummers.  That helped me last
longer, though, which was good.  I gave the men viewing their money's
worth, I hoped.  My thrusts became shorter and faster.  I felt the sap
starting to rise.  Then it erupted in a long, rapturous series of
ejaculatory contractions.  It felt fabulous.  I rested my hands on Dad's
buttocks, and pressed firmly inward.  He stripped the last of my cum out
with his ass muscles.

    I stepped back, and the sausage slid out of the bun.  Dad raised up
then, and gave me a nice, loving kiss, which I returned.  I was genuinely
pleased to have him on my team, and I knew our relationship could only go
deeper and happier.

    Dad's brothers were up next, oldest to youngest.  None of them had ever
fucked him before, except Eddie. One after another, they planted their seed
into his willing asshole, and all with good humor and affection.  The
watching crowd beamed appreciatively.

    At that point, Dad declared a break, but he invited the rest of the men
to have their turn later in the week.  Before heading out to the cook-house
to help with meal prep, I took note of a group of naked men huddled over a
table over to the side of the room.  It was the guys who had volunteered to
plan and organize construction of our new SSD bedrooms: pressure was on
with the sudden increase in sex objects within the family, and they had
vowed to have the construction done by the hunting season gathering.  That
would take several work weekends this fall.  I hoped Colin and I would be
able to come out for some of those sessiont to contribute our part to the
improvements.  I'd already heard that Eddie and Dad would be taking one of
the new rooms off the Cook-house, and Colin and I could have another if we
wanted it (we hadn't decided on that, yet, but were leaning toward
remaining off the main hall).

    Colin and I baked cakes for dinner.  We were just learning how to do
that, but we found it easy, and we were proud of our results.  It took
seven cakes to feed this crowd!

    That took until around the time for our chadding appointments. The rain
was still falling steadily, and intermittent thunder kept the men off the
lake.  When we returned to the main building from the kitchen, we found a
crowd there.  With the cooler, damp air, they had a fire going in the big
stone fireplace, and every game table was filled with card-players.
Beer-drinking had started early, and so had sexual activity (partly
encouraged by our little family sex show, I suppose).  We heard the sounds
of sexual intercourse emerging from all the side bedrooms, something we
usually never were aware of, because we were in our room creating some of
those sounds.  That wasn't all, though-in the seating area, right out in
front of everybody, Wes knelt between the knees of Jason, seated on the
couch, and fellated his big, wet cock.  Greg was draped across the arms of
the chair nearby, with his butt hanging over one arm, and Aaron was fucking
his ass at a firm, steady pace.  Mitch was hanging around, watching and
waiting to be next.

    We peeked into our own room.  Stewart and Chad must be under there
somewhere, but what we saw was the pumping asses of Jeremy and Mike (at it
again just a couple of hours after sperming our dad!).  At the head of the
bed, Bo was sitting on someone's face-wonder of wonders, Jeremy was sucking
Bo's cock while fucking the man underneath his hips.  There was a groan,
and a pair of feet rose up above Jeremy's hips.  Yep, they were Chad's.
Our buddy was deep into his first official day of SSD service.  That meant
Mike must be fucking Stewart.  We couldn't see Stew's face, though, because
Joe straddled it, feeding his cock into the mouth beneath him.

    Clearly, there was no room for us there.  We checked the Glory Booth
outside our window (with the men in the room scarcely noting our presence).
It was fully manned, by Cody, Rick, -- and Dad!-all chowing down on big,
drooling dicks.

    So we went out the other window to the porch and looked around the rear
corner to where the slings hung at the far end.  Both were occupied, by
Tyler and Kyle, men who actually had no room to work in yet, since they had
arrived after assignments had been made.  Jimmy was fucking Tyler, and Jay
was hunching Kyle, and they had both slings swinging merrily.  Two or three
men hung around waiting for a turn, and others came out occasionally,
keeping the line constant.  Seeing Kyle, my guidance counselor at school,
pulling a train on the back porch of The Camp freaked my mind out to a new
level of amazement.  This would take some getting used to!

    Worse, Colin and I appeared to be crowded out!

    We went back inside, thinking we'd just play a round of pool, when we
could get a table.  That idea did not work out.  We were just standing
there, Colin behind me with his hands on my shoulders, watching Bevan,
Wayne, Randy, and Zack playing a game of rotation, when Zack sidled over
next to me, and said, "Why don't you have anything in your mouth, Will?"

    His dick, ample at any stage of engorgement, hung mostly limp.  I took
the hint and reached over to give it a few gentle strokes, and it responded
by beginning to rise.  Zack pulled away to take his turn at the table, but
immediately came back for more groping.  A couple of shots later, I was on
my knees between his big, handsome feet, sucking on his pole.  He pulled
away two more times to take shots in the game (badly), but by the third
one, he just said, "Man, I have to take a break-I can't move right now."

    So the game came to a halt while I sucked Zack's big dick.  Bevan
hopped up on the side of the table in front of Colin, an invitation if ever
there was one.  Colin bent and took Bevan's already firm bone into his
mouth.  Randy moved in behind Colin and stuck his dick up Colin's ass,
rather roughly I thought.  Colin wasn't really ready for that, as he had
not been fucked yet that day, and his lube level was pretty low.  He
grunted, but took it like a man.  He kept sucking Bevan, while Randy gave
him an injection of natural lube of his own manufacture.  Bevan's strong
hands gripped Colin's shoulders as Colin bobbed on his crotch.  He pulled
Colin up, though, and said, "Let's swap places."

    Colin then sat up on the edge of the table, leaning back on his elbows
to raise his anus for Bevan's access.  Bevan slid his bone in, and began to
hunch at Colin, while Colin's feet extended past his hips.  After a few
moments, Colin drew them in and crossed his ankles behind Bevan's lower
back.  Bevan pounded away.

    All this time, Zack also pounded at the back of my throat.  He was not
one to cum easily from oral stimulation alone-it took a lot of sucking to
bring that man off.  He pulled out suddenly, and said, "Get up on the
table, Will.  I need some ass, man."

    So I hopped up and got on all fours atop the pool table.  Zack sprang
up gracefully behind me, and pressed his wet, stone-hard cock against my
rear entry.  I was as dry and unprepared as Colin.  Zack spat a big glob
right on my hole, as only a practiced spitter such as a baseball jock can
do.  With that as lube, he pushed inside to the hilt.  I felt a stab of
pain in my rectum, but aside from an unavoidable grimace, I took it,
knowing it would not last long.

    My head now faced the edge of the table, and Wayne was ready.  He
placed his stiff unit right under my nose, and I leaned down to engulf it
in my mouth.  Wayne was no Zack: he came easily by oral stimulation, and in
just a few minutes, he fed me his slimy, tasty load.  He pulled out, but
only for about thirty seconds.  Then he was back in, going for a second
shot, which he achieved just about the time Zack spermed my bowel.

    We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers by now.  Randy had finished
with Colin's ass, but the horn-dog named Adam immediately took his place.
Adam had dark hair and the customary eight-inch, thick cock, with big,
pendulous swinging balls.  His untrimmed hair pattern was particularly
pleasing to the eye, sweeping across his chest and down his rippling
abdomen toward a neat swath of pubes.

    I saw Craig and Casey climbing up onto the table, and I wondered for a
moment if I was about to get Casey's big pole thrust up my pipe.  I wasn't
sure I was slick enough for that, even after Zack's best efforts!  But in
fact, Casey knelt for Craig to fuck him at the other end of the table, and
Jack moved in to receive a blow job from Casey while Craig worked on his
rear.  Casey's famous bull-pizzle, hanging beneath his body, stretched
almost to his pecs, and several men gathered around to comment on it and
stroke it admiringly.  Suddenly Casey pulled off Jack's dick to pant, "Oh,
guys, I'm about to shoot, and I don't want to ruin the felt!"  Old Ernie,
grinning, leaned in and took the head of Casey's dick in his mouth and
fondled Casey's balls a bit.  He was just in time to catch and swallow
Casey's load as it blasted forth from his huge hose.

    The big clock struck two as a full-scale orgy erupted in the great room
of the lodge.  We were late for our Chadding appointments, but who knew if
the men scheduled would show up or not under these circumstances, or if the
bed would be available.  Within ten or fifteen minutes, Colin and I managed
to extricate ourselves from the pile of male limbs piled onto the pool
table.  We looked back, grinning, at the spectacle of eight or ten of our
relatives fucking and sucking with abandon among the scattered pool balls.
They could be occupied that way for some time.

    Back over in our room, we saw that the fuck-fest there was over now,
and Stewart and Chad had changed the sheets-again.  Freddie, Stew's client
for the afternoon, was there waiting, and Chad's man, Elliott, came in
right after us.  A few minutes later, as we were sending those two off to
the showers for their inner cleansing, my man, Jeremy, turned up in time to
join them. They came back shortly, squeaky clean inside and out, hair still
damp.  We laid them out in a row, butts up, and went to work on their
asses.

    By this time, it was becoming clear that if you suck on any man's ass
for an hour, he'll let you and all your friends fuck him, quite happily.
That proved to be true for these fellows, as for their predecessors.  All
macho straight guys, they took their fucking from all three of us, plus
several of the spectators who dropped by from time to time to see how
things were going.  My brother, Jeff, was becoming a regular at the
afternoon events.  Eddie came in to top Jeremy, thinking this would be his
one and only chance at that particular nephew's asshole.  Elliott grunted,
"Get Casey."  We complied, and soon Elliott was groaning under the
attentions of the family's biggest dick on record.  We left them, in the
end, snoozing contentedly, with large, loose anuses still raised high,
across our bed.

    Colin and I were too tired for the afternoon sports activity, which was
a swimming competition at the lake.  We decided to try out the new spa,
just set up off to the side of the main lodge.  We boiled our bones there,
then rinsed and cleaned ourselves at the showers, then found an unoccupied
rope hammock on the lawn, where we snoozed together for an hour in one
another's arms.

       That brought us to the cocktail hour.  We enjoyed a couple of beers
and a brief respite from sex, until after dinner.  At that point, we were
due for an hour or so in the Glory Booth, ending with time receiving guests
in our own bed to end the day.

    I suppose I sucked off a dozen or so guys in the booth.  I didn't even
bother to peek and see who they were-I no longer cared much.  They all had
big, juicy dicks.  However, I was beginning to recognize a good number of
the family by their stiff dicks alone!  Size, width, coloration, pubes, a
bit of curvature here or there, the occasional freckle, ball size-all
together, they add up to pretty identifiable details.  Among my dozen or so
dicks, I'm sure that Uncle Brad, Andy, Uncle Don, Harold, Alex, Jason, and
Jeremy were included.

    Later, in bed with Colin, I received Aaron, Paul, Jamie, Ronnie, Bevan,
Peyton, and Brett, all of whom, individually and collectively, fucked my
lights out to my great pleasure.  Colin had a similar group, except that
his happened to be among the older guys, by luck of the draw, that night.
He got his bell rung just as well by them, though.  At the end, Jeff came
by to see if we could take one more.  It had occurred to him that, after
this week, he was not going to be seeing much of me before he had to go
back off to school, so Dad's request that the brothers not monopolize my
time, or my ass, at camp, should not be as applicable to him as to Mike,
who'd be porking me all winter.  So Jeff gave me my final fucking for the
evening, and then, damned if he didn't move over and fuck Colin, too!  The
man was a cum-making machine.

    Colin and I kind of limped up to the showers and gingerly washed one
another's pounded bodies and much-used assholes.  We dried each other, too,
and limped back to our bed to curl up into each other's arms for
well-earned rest.  When I turned over later in the night, I found that Chad
and Stewart had joined us.  We slept.



Other writings on Nifty:

Adult Friends    Closets Feb 2006

College        The Association Feb 2008
        The Roomie    Sep 2001

Rural        Bare Ass Horseman    Sep 2001
        The Farm Boy        Mar 2002

Camping    Ah, Nature!    Sep 2001
Encounters    The Hitcher        Sep 2001