Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2010 14:59:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division, chapter 26 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-SIX

    In the two hours we spent on the lake, we did have some conversation
and better yet, some laughs together, which helped me feel closer to Ralph,
who I perceived was an OK guy, now that he was out and sober.  It was clear
he truly did love his only son, and that he was extremely sorry for the ass
he'd been in recent years.

    Upon return to the lodge, Colin and I, with Stewart and Chad, retreated
to our room for a nap.  When we emerged, it was cocktail hour in the main
room, and dinner was almost ready.  On the porch, the glory holes were
already in operation using volunteer cock-suckers-often SSD men went to do
their shift at the glory holes and found that there was no room for them,
because regular guys were there anonymously sucking cock-- and Tyler and
Kyle were swinging in the slings, cocks slamming lustily into their asses.
Three or four men stood around waiting for their turn.  Both sling-swingers
had their heads back and eyes closed.  I signaled Colin to hold on a
minute, and shushed the guys standing around.  The man fucking Kyle, a guy
named Steve, nutted, and I stepped up behind him.  I was already hard, from
watching.  I slipped my cock up Kyle's chute and began to hunch.  He
sighed, but did not open his eyes.  I began to fuck harder.  Kyle just sort
of hummed a happy moan.

    I was almost there, thinking, "Hey, I just fucked my school guidance
counselor, and he doesn't even know it," and grinned over at Colin, when I
glanced back at my sling partner, and he was looking back at me, wide-eyed.
The jig was up, so I winked at him.  He couldn't help it-he grinned, then
snickered, then looked orgasmic as I shot my cum-load up his well-used ass.
I leaned over and kissed him.

    "Don't make a habit of it, young man," he said.  But he was smiling.  I
rejoined Colin with a happy swagger.

    Colin and I sat with our dads at dinner, and it felt good.  At the end,
the four of us went up to the showers together to cleanse and prep for an
evening of good, hard sex.

    Both Colin and I were treated to some of our favorite lays that night:
it seemed the men were more and more matching up with their most compatible
partners rather than playing the field as they had done earlier in the
week.  Jeremy came to make love to me, and Paul, along with Aaron, Bo,
Alan, and, of course, the ever-present Jeff.  But this time he came after
me, not Colin!  Colin entertained Win, Jason, Bevan, Joe, Brett, and
Peyton.  There was lots of heavy kissing, caressing, and licking that
night!  It wasn't just a fuck-fest, but non-stop, communal love-making.

    After our session in the bed, we moved on to the slings, while Chad and
Stewart occupied our musty mattress.  We relieved Wes and Rick, who were
just getting their asses hosed out after their stint; big puddles of
Caldwell baby-starter still coated the planking under their rumps.  Ernie
hosed it away, and we hopped up into the still-warm leather strapping.

    In minutes, the lines to both of us stretched down the porch to the
front corner.  Damn!  I felt a blush of pride and a tremble of fear for my
overused ass-Colin and I, among a sizeable group of very hot and sexy men,
were clearly the ones the men of our family most wanted to fuck one more
time before the week ended.  Between that session and the one following on
Saturday, every man in the camp shot a load up both our asses, either in
the bed or the slings, or both.  It wore out my butt, but it also made me
feel damn good.  I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it.  Some men spoke to
me, some kissed me, some gave my dick a few strokes or sucks.  I came three
or four times myself.  At the end of the session, our last customers had to
help us out of the slings and hold us 'til we got our land legs again.  My
ass felt warm and wet, well- used and tingly-but amazingly good, after
pulling such a long train of well-hung Caldwell males.  One man patted my
thigh appreciatively just after he shot a load up my ass.  I cracked an eye
to see who it was-Kyle!  He had tagged me back.  We grinned at one another.
School just wouldn't be the same in the fall after this!

    Once we were done, Ernie manned his garden hose and cleaned us up
tenderly.  Arms supporting one another, we crab-walked across the main
lounge to our room, where Chad and Stewart were just completing a change of
sheets on the big bed.

    "You two look like you've been rode hard," commented Chad.

    "Yeah, and put up wet," finished Stewart.  Both of us still dripped a
bit from Ernie's hosing.

    "I guess the last thing you need right now is a good fucking,"
continued Chad.

    "At this point, what the hell, what's one more?" said Colin.

    Stewart and Chad grinned devilishly at one another.

    Within five minutes, Colin and I lay flat on our stomachs with
Stewart's cock firmly planted in Colin's ass, and Chad's in mine.  We slept
that night facing one another, arms embracing, with bookend buddies
embedded in our posteriors on either side.


--2-

Wrapping It Up

    That was how Dad and Eddie found us when they looked in on us early
Saturday morning, as the day dawned clear and beautiful.

    "I think the boys enjoyed their first week at The Camp," declared
Eddie.

    "How can you tell?" Dad inquired satirically.  I opened one eye to
squint at them-the two brothers had their arms around one another's waists,
and they grinned at us lovingly.  I closed my eye and resumed my slumber.
Chad's thick slab felt good resting in my ass, and Colin's strong arms
certainly felt good embracing mine.  I was content.

    But a couple of hours later, male limbs began to stir around me.  Colin
was stretching a bit, and Chad was cuddling up against my back and ass from
the other direction.  I felt his hands caressing my upper arm and flank all
the way down to the thigh.  His dick was hard again, and it began to slide
in and out of my rectum, just as it had upon insertion the night before.
Colin grunted.  Apparently, he was getting some of the same bone action
from Stewart at his backside.  He lifted his upper leg to accommodate the
thrusting better, and I followed suit.

    Ten minutes later, our two lovers erupted into our bowels with a fresh
load of their thick goo.  Colin kissed me gently, and I returned the kiss.
His cock pressed against my pubic area.  I felt Chad nuzzling at the back
of my neck.  Stew's hand crossed over Colin's body and stroked my shoulder.
Damn.  This was a good way to greet the day.

    We lay in bliss for a few more minutes, but finally, Stewart pulled his
cock out of Colin's ass and rolled over, saying, "Well, Buddy, unless you
want me to piss up your ass, I need to excuse myself and visit the porch."

    Colin said, "Hmmm," as if he were thinking about having Stewart piss in
his ass.  We all laughed.  None of us were really into piss.

    The rest of us followed suit, then, and went with him to unburden our
bladders in golden streams off the side porch near the Glory Holes, which
were unmanned for the morning.  Stewart turned his gushing hose onto
Colin's legs, setting off a wholesale pissing contest among us.  When we
all ran out of ammo, we were well-drenched below the tits.

    "I guess that answers my next question, which was going to be: Shower
first, or breakfast first?" quipped Chad.

    "I'm dripping cum, too, as well as stinking of piss," confessed Colin.
"Shower, for sure."

    So off we went to cleanse ourselves, inside and out.  A couple of guys
we passed on the way turned up their noses and swung around to stare at us
as we hustled toward the showers.  We skipped our run for this, our final
camp day, and opted naughtily for plates of pancakes and sausage back at
the main lodge.

    "After all, I'm just a growing boy."

    "Your dick is growing.  I swear, it's bigger just since we've been
together."

    "It's at its biggest around you, lover."

    And so Colin and I entertained the table with sparkling wit over
breakfast.

    Afterward, we went down to the lake and actually went fishing.  We
walked around the bank to a nice, grassy area with good lake access and
baited up hooks, attached bobbers and weights, and just lay back on the
ground to wait for nibbles.  No sex, just some making out, languid
caressing, and good conversation.  Steve and Greg wandered up and joined
us.

    "I never thought I'd admit it, guys, but my butt is just about fucked
out.  I just hope my hole will close up enough next week to hold the shit
in," Greg stated bluntly.

    "Thank you, Greg, for sharing that bit of intimacy," responded Steve,
"As a matter of fact, we all hope that-that YOU can hold your shit in, I
mean."

    "Yeah, starting now, not next week," this from Chad.

    We all laughed, but secretly, I kind of hoped the same thing.  I knew
my anus had been worked un-naturally hard this week, and as much as I loved
all that fucking, it had to take a toll on the old Oh-ring.  Just then,
Stewart farted, and we all dissolved in giggles like ten-year-olds.  I
realized then how much I loved these guys, and how important they had all
become to my life.  It would never again be as it was.

    We caught a few bream, and took them up to the cook-shack for cleaning
and prepping.  Beginning with lunch, we had a smorgasbord of leftovers to
choose from for our remaining meals: Eddie was cleaning the fridge,
freezer, and pantries of all remaining provisions.  There were a dozen
kinds of pies and cakes to choose from, and samples of just about every
entrée we'd enjoyed for the whole camp, plus soups and casseroles made from
suspiciously familiar materials.  In a way, it was some of the best eating
we'd done all week!

    Our final Chadding session was set for after lunch.  I was set to do my
big brother Jeff, which would be a real treat and historic event.  Chad had
his friend and future roomie, the notorious cocksman Win, around whom no
sorority babe's virtue was secure.  Stewart would relieve my cousin Joe of
his male hymen.  This should be an afternoon to savor and remember: I was
certain it would be talked of in the family for years to come.

    As was becoming our custom, our assistants Steve and Greg took the men
up to the showers for their prep work.  They returned grinning shyly,
except for Jeff, who fully expected to be the star of this spectacle, and
looked forward to the increased notoriety it would bring him.  He expected
his great sacrifice to be duly noted and celebrated by all.

    In reality, Win's participation, and even Joe's pretty butt on display,
were also major draws to the event.

    We lined up our guys on their pillow butt-lifters, and we began our
work of munching on their assholes.  At first, it was a bit weird
approaching my older brother Jeff's rump with tongue dripping and extended.
He was always the cocky, in-charge, authoritative one among us kids, and I
was pretty low on the pecking order.  Still, somehow, this week, with all
the sex we'd seen him engaged in, he'd become more humanized to me.  He
needed to get his rocks off just like anybody else.  In a way, he was as
needy and vulnerable as any of the men we serviced, just more physically
impressive and sexy than most.

    So I aimed at his handsome pucker, and in seconds, I was slurping away
with gusto.  It tasted like ass, just like all the others, and he moaned
just as contentedly as any of them.  Win seemed completely unbothered that
this was his next-term room-mate licking his butt-hole next to me-he
groaned just as pleasurably as the rest, as Colin ran his tongue across the
contours of his rectum.  And Joe, though quieter, smiled and sighed as
Stewart worked his magic on the third young hole of the afternoon.  A few
men looked in and observed our work for a few minutes, but they soon moved
on, likely to return later as activities picked up in intensity.

    The hour went by quickly, partly because we traded off oral duties with
our associates.  Steve and Greg were not the least bit hesitant about
planting their faces in my brother's ass, or any of the others, for that
matter. In no time, it seemed, we were ready to move on to the vibrators.

    I don't know if Jeff ever had anything at all up his ass before, I kind
of doubt it.  I couldn't imagine any of the girls he dated even sucking his
big, drooling dick, much less sticking a manicured finger up his
moderately-hairy ass.  We buzzed around provocatively with our vibrating
dildos, tantalizing the men's rectums with quick forays inside.  Gradually,
we worked more and more of the instruments inside their colons.  All three
moaned louder, with facial expressions just short of ecstasy.

    Real ecstasy came soon enough, once we got our dicks imbedded in them.
Joe's was tight, and Stewart had the biggest challenge, again, just working
his big fuck-stick in the hole.  It was pretty clear that Win and Jeff's
back entrances had been closed to the public in the past, too.  We had to
use plenty of lube and take it very slow to keep our men relaxed and
receptive in their places.  Finally, all three of us were pubic
bone-to-the-butt in our clients.  We wiggled around a bit.  They flexed and
squirmed their hips a bit.  Then, it was off to the races.  The three of us
fucked our hearts out and shot off one after another deep within the men's
anal recesses.

    Collin was first cummer this time.  After a moment draining the lizard
and catching his breath, he pulled the hose out Win's tank and stepped back
to let Steve take his place.  Steve went right to hunching, almost like a
rabbit, and Win just moaned.  I came next, and Greg slid into Jeff's ass to
continue his initiation.

    By this time, there was kind of a line forming at our doorway.  Both
Mike and Dad were there, but they both had special invitations to enjoy
Jeff's ass.  When Stewart finished with Joe, Bo came forward to do the
honors.  Greg finished quickly in Jeff, and Dad was next.  He stroked his
son's buttocks and thanked him for the opportunity.  Jeff just smiled, and
Dad slid his big cock up Jeff's slick, relaxed asshole.  Dad caressed
Jeff's muscular back and shoulders.  Jeff's mouth opened.  Dad leaned
forward and kissed his grown-up oldest son on the lips.  Jeff's eyes opened
and he looked intently at his father, who had his cock fully implanted in
his manly ass.  They smiled at one another good-humoredly.  Jeff had fucked
an awful lot of guys, me a number of times, and recently, Dad several
times.  Now he was getting one-time pay-back from both of us, and he would
never be able to deny he enjoyed it!

    Schoolmate Bevan was next with Win.  He's a cute guy, and I enjoyed
watching him fuck his handsome partner, in between glances at Dad topping
Jeff.  Soon Bo nutted, and then Mitch came up to fuck Joe.  Dad finished,
and Mike took his turn at the stern with his big bro Jeff.  He had a big,
shit-eating grin the whole time he reamed his brother's straight ass.  It
was getting even time for middle-bro!  Jeff was kind of grunting on the
down-stroke by the time Mike finished.

    "How's it going?" I asked Jeff.

    "Maybe two more," he answered.  "Long as we're at it."

    Zack couldn't be more delighted.  He'd been looking forward to this,
and he was thrilled to get a crack at his friend and co-leading-stud's
hole.  He slammed into Jeff and made him very well aware that he was
getting ass-fucked by a top dog.  Jeff's final partner was Eddie, who
finished him off tenderly and considerately, but nevertheless added a final
full load of man- cream to the mix in his raunchy gut.  Jeff was done for,
and he soon dozed off.  A thin line of cum drooled from his ass onto this
scrotum.  I wiped it up with the warm wash-rag Greg brought in, bathing my
brother's haired scrotum gently.

    Meanwhile, Win took on Craig and Jeremy.  He ended with Casey.  Lots of
the newbies like to experience Casey once they got broken in, to prove to
themselves that they could take the biggest pole in the family.  Casey was
always happy to oblige.  He didn't cum in Win, though.  He moved down and
slid the pipe into Joe, too, and topped off the loads already injected into
him by the earlier studs.

    We'd had a very successful series of Chadding afternoons.  I knew we'd
have more applicants at later gatherings, and I looked forward to many more
opportunities to prove my premise that no man is too straight to enjoy a
good ass-fucking, properly administered.  Our customers were so satisfied,
I was sure many of them would be back for repeat performances.