Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 08:19:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division chapter 27 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. All characters are over the legal age for consensual
sex where YOU live!  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 27

DEPARTURES

In the afternoon, we took part in a big soccer match on the game field, red
kerchiefs against blue kerchiefs.  A few jammed toes and skinned hips, and
one twisted ankle later, the blues, who included both me and Colin,
prevailed four to two.  Apparently, crotch-grabbing is not against the
rules in the Caldwell version of soccer.  My dick and balls were bright red
by the end of the match, and so were everyone else's.

            The lot of us trekked up to the showers for a much-needed
clean-up.  What a sight, all those strong, lean men with reddened dicks
dangling, soaping and rinsing, in many cases lathering one another, in the
communal shower-room!  I was not the only one to get hard just watching,
and taking part in the cleansing melee.  It amazed me still, that not one
of my kinsmen was NOT hot, sexy, and beautiful naked and swinging a hefty
dick.  I loved them all.  I also loved the fact I could get a hard-on in
the shower with them and not face judgment!  And a bunch of them, straights
included, got hard with me!

            After a wonderful buffet supper, the four of us roomies headed
for our bed to do our wifely duties.  That would make for a bed-full of
man-meat!  The four of us easily filled the mattress space shoulder to
shoulder--our visiting studs would have to stay stacked atop one of us the
whole time they were with us to breed our asses this night.

            And so they did.  There were no appointments.  Men just came,
and Came, and went.  We wiggled around into various positions, on back, on
stomach, legs up, legs spread, kneeling at the headboard, on all fours,
standing at the foot of the bed, lying with head hanging off foot of bed
for a face-fuck--we went through the whole Kama Sutra.  I couldn't count
the number of the men who enjoyed our favors that night.  Some went from
one to another of us for multiple ejaculations.  Most of our studs from
Friday night were back for one more go, but often with a different partner
this time.  I got Peyton instead of Adam, and Mike instead of Jeff, Jason
instead of Jeremy.  Both of us got Zack.  But all the thrusting hips I
recognized and enjoyed were present, working on somebody or other.  It
looked like there was kind of a huddle around our open doorway, so that
when one man finished and left the room, often by the porch windows,
another moved in to take his place at whatever rump was vacant on the bed.
I saw several guys, such as Adam, Mitch, and Joey, who fucked one of us,
exited the window, then shortly reappeared at the doorway to fuck someone
else.  It was a fuck-o-rama of epic proportions.  When you figure that the
same thing was going on in five other bedrooms, and these same men were
also doing the Nasty with our friends in those rooms, you had to be amazed.
You'd think some of these guys were afraid they'd never have a chance for
sex again.

            At the end of it all, around 1:00 a.m., the four of us lay in a
puddle of sweat and semen, utterly exhausted.  We knew we needed the shower
again in the worst way, but we were too worn out to move.

            Chad said, "Man, oh man.  Before this week, I thought I didn't
like anal.  Now I just took on the whole camp, right up the ass, and loved
it.  What a difference!"

            Stewart kissed him sweetly.  "You're welcome," he said.

            Just then, Dad and Eddie showed up at the door, looking in on
us to check on their boys, just as they had done early in the morning (and
as they probably did other times, too, that I didn't even know about, being
asleep or having my face stuck in someone's lap or butt).

            "You boys surviving?" asked Eddie.

            "Thriving," answered Stewart.

            "Thanks, Dad," I added.  "And Eddie.  For giving me the best
week of my whole life."

            "Me, too," chorused the others.

            We did manage to struggle up to the showers, then.  When we
returned, we had fresh sheets compliments of Dad and Eddie.  We sacked and
slept like dead men.

            But unaccountably, I woke bright and alert, and with a massive
hard-on, just after dawn on Sunday.  It was departure day.  My bed-partners
were slumbering peacefully, though each harbored morning wood of his own.
I slipped off the bed quietly and padded softly into the main lounge.  Not
knowing why, exactly, I peeked into Eddie's room.  Sure enough, Dad was
there, too, along with Eddie's original room-mates, Doug and another man in
Eddie's age group, Teddy.  Eddie and Dad were awake, just cuddling.

            "Hey, Bud, what's up?" Dad asked.  "Everything OK?"

            This was the first time I'd sought him out all week, so I could
see why he might be concerned.

            "Fine, it's just...."

            I didn't know how to say what I was feeling, but I was sad for
the end of my first camp week and concerned about returning home soon, and
losing Colin much of the time to school.

            "Could you two fuck me, just one more time?"

            Then I felt stupid.  What a thing to say.

            "It's just that, after this, we won't have much opportunity,
not often anyway.  I'd like to have you in me, just one more time before we
leave."

            "Come here."

            I drew near to Dad, and he engulfed me in his brawny arms.  He
dragged me onto the bed atop him and Eddie and began kissing me.  Doug and
Teddy drew closer together.

            "I understand, Son.  It's natural to be a little emotional at
this point, we all are.  Sure, we can get it on with you one more time
before we head out."

            "Me first, though, because I have to get breakfast going,"
inserted Eddie.

            So, as I lay next to my father, his younger brother climbed
onto me and topped me lustily in the early morning dawn.  He took his time
and did me right, drilling my depths as his firm tongue explored my mouth
erotically.  When he finished in a spasm of ejaculatory bliss, he pulled
out, and Dad climbed aboard to enjoy the same pleasures.  His warm,
firm-but-cushy body thrilled me.  I loved the weight of him, the light
hairiness of him, the scent, the sublime pressure of his big cock on my
prostate.  When he jazzed my interior with his cum, I felt truly fulfilled.
Colin was the love of my life, but there was still a very special, and
erotic place, for my old man and his horny younger brother.  Well, and
about twenty other hot men.

            Dad rested atop me, his cock still inserted.

"Oh, by the way," he blurted out, twitching his dick, "You're all clear to
go with Colin to find the apartment.  Mom couldn't have been more
agreeable--once she heard that the two of you will be back at our place
once you're done.  So don't dawdle.  She can hardly wait."

"She knows Colin and I fuck, doesn't she?"

"Your mother is pretty astute.  She doesn't know about all the rest of us
fucking--but you and Colin, that's a safe bet.  Don't worry, she'll be cool
with it."  We laughed.

 Then, Mike was at the door.

            "Aha!  So there he is!  I went by his room, but he had slipped
out and no one knew where he had gone.  I figured he'd be here.  So, Will,
how `bout I get some of that, too, while you're at it.  I woke up all horny
this morning."

            How in the world could that be possible, with all the fucking
that young man had done in the past eight days?  Even so, Dad rolled off
without protest.  I lifted my feet and spread my knees, and my cute,
next-oldest brother kneed his way up the bed to stick his big, firm cock up
my ass.  He lay atop me and began to fuck in earnest.

            "Mike," commented our father, "What you lack in finesse, you
certainly make up for in enthusiasm."

            "Umph," said Mike.

            "Ummmm," said I.  My bro creamed my guts with a gasp.  Doug and
Teddy looked over with interest.

            "You guys make us look like nuns," commented Teddy.

            But immediately, Doug rolled him over and began kissing him.
Within a couple of minutes, the two were rutting vigorously like no nuns I
ever heard of.  I gave Mike a post-coital kiss (the only kind he'd usually
ever tolerate), then turned and gave another to my dad, and slid off the
bed.  As I returned to my room, feeling much better prepared for the coming
day, I'd swear I heard Mike say to Dad, "Quickie?"  And I heard a rumbling
laugh in response.

            In my own room, Colin was awake, just lying on his back with
his erect cock soaring past his navel.  Chad and Stewart, as usual,
slumbered in a tangle of limbs.  Colin smiled a good morning greeting.

            "I woke up too early, and went over to see Dad and Eddie," I
explained.

            Colin nodded sagely.  "That explains the semen you have sliding
down your inner thigh."

            "Well, Mike tracked me down over there, too."  But I grabbed a
tissue and wiped up the streak.  I lay atop Colin, groin to groin, nose to
nose.

            "I love you so much.  Let's drop out of school and run away."

            "Only way out now is to finish it.  It'll happen.  Meanwhile,
it's not like we're on different continents or anything."

            "How can you be so wise and calm on a day like this?  We're
leaving The Camp today!"

            "Well, I've left before.  Not happy like this, but
still....We'll come back.

            "Hold me."

            So Colin held me tight, wrapping his strong arms around my
back, occasionally stroking and petting all the way down to my buttocks and
upper thighs.  We lay like that for half an hour.  Eventually, though,
there was stirring on the other side of the bed, and soon enough, Chad was
fucking Stewart passionately.  With that kind of live porn show going on,
it was unlikely Colin and I would lose our erections without release.  I
drew my knees up under me alongside Colin's thighs, and when his big,
spongy cock-head tapped at my anus, I leaned back on it and pushed it
inside me.  I began to rock back and forth.  Soon, Colin was thrusting
upward in rhythm.  His breathing became deeper, and his eyes kind of rolled
back.  He was getting close.  I rolled off and flipped onto my side next to
him.  Without missing more than a stroke, he slid back into my ass and
continued to fuck me on our sides, my upper leg raised.  Panting, he
creamed my gut with his morning load.  I heard Chad releasing his semen
into Stewart's ass, too, beside me.

            Now, Colin spooned me from behind, his cock still in me.  I
loved being held so tenderly, but I knew it would not continue.  In
minutes, he was ready to fuck again.  He pulled out, only to roll me onto
my back, slide over between my legs, and enter me again missionary
position.

            Meanwhile, Stewart fucked Chad beside us in the same position.
They gazed rapturously into one another's eyes, and kissed deeply.  A bead
of sweat rolled down Colin's nose onto mine.  How romantic.  But he was
bumping my love-button on every stroke, making me grunt with need.  My dick
erupted with streams of semen between our abdomens, making a sticky mess
for Colin to slide in.  Suddenly, he pulled out and shot jets of his own
juice atop mine, between us.  I laughed.  There was plenty in my ass
already!

            As Colin busied himself licking up all that cum, his and mine
co-mingled, I stretched.

            "Let's shower and go help Eddie with breakfast.  I'd like to
feel useful this morning," I suggested.

            "I'd say you've been pretty useful right here, not to mention
over in the other room.  But sure.  Breakfast will be simple today, but it
still has to be done.  Let's go."

            Chad and Stew joined us.  Having the shower room to ourselves,
and having already cum, we made short work of it and headed for the
kitchen.  Eddie's "simple" involved cold cereals, but there were still
oatmeal, fruit, the last of the bread, toasted, and even some ham and the
last of the eggs for the first claimants.  Through experience and planning,
he'd hit it just right, and we would have virtually no food to haul away,
just a few staples to remain behind for the Fall building weekends.

            No one had much of anything to pack.  The men busied
themselves, after an exceptionally leisurely breakfast, with cleaning the
buildings and policing the grounds thoroughly.  We took pride in our
property, and always left it as if there was to be a Summit Meeting there
the next day.

            As we crested the hill exiting the Camp property, still naked
in the front seat of Eddie's pick-up, I was determined not to cry.  But
Colin put his arm around my shoulders and drew me to him.  I nestled into
his chest, and he drew my face up to kiss me.

            "We'll be back for hunting season.  Chasing down little animals
in the woods and killing them makes the straight men twice as horny.  Lots
of action!"  We shared an optimistic smile.

            We spent that night in the bed we had made our own at Eddie's
house, and the next day, we put on our own clothes for the first time in
ages and set out to meet Win and look at apartments.  They made their
choice on the third try: a nicely furnished, pretty basic place, with no
exercise room and not even a pool--but it had a small third bedroom to
house their weights and cross-trainer machine, and their second-floor
balcony was wide and had waist-high framing around it.  They could work out
and enjoy their own deck without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing,
just the way they liked it.  There was a tenant there through the end of
the month, or we'd have tried out the bed on the spot.

            From there, we went straight home to my house, earlier than
expected, our mission accomplished.  But as for The Camp--I didn't make it
to Hunting Week, or even the next summer's Fishing Week.  Turns out I was
to be pretty busy for the year to come, thanks to a surprise change of
plans awaiting me at home.