Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 09:12:21 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Special Services Division, chapter 3, gay incest

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among teenage males, sex with older males, and incest.  If
these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess
such materials where you are, read no further.  This story is pure fantasy.
The author does not condone either sex with minors, sex with immediate
family, or unprotected sex.  Do not reproduce this without permission.

Special Services Division

By Kevin Donovan

Chapter Three:
BASIC TRAINING

-1-

    That very evening, I went to my room early, closed and locked the door,
stripped naked, and lay on my bed to read, using my laptop. Luckily, we
guys lived on the third floor of our house, with the girls, my parents, and
a guest room on the second.  That gave us extra privacy.

       I had recently discovered a neat site of gay erotic fiction, and it
even had an incest section.  Right away, I found that some of the writing
was horrific, and some was professional quality, or close.  Some of the
stories involved older men with little boys-those made me cringe, and I
closed them as soon as I saw what was what.  But some were situations more
like my own, involving more mature young men and their fathers, brothers,
uncles, and cousins.  Those interested me and turned me on.  I stroked and
read for a couple of hours..  Finally, I must have dozed off.

      What woke me was Mike sliding gently into my bed beside me.  He had
set the laptop down on the floor beside the bed, and he began to stroke my
cheek to wake me up.

      "Will."  He whispered, until I squinted at him inquiringly.  "I'm
horny."

      He had been asked to stay over and work late, and had just gotten off
at midnight.  He said he'd been thinking about me and a practice blow-job
all day, and had to hide a hard-on throughout the afternoon and evening,
just longing to get home and get his throbbing unit relieved.

      Despite my hours of sucking on Dad earlier in the day, I was game to
take Mike on.  I'd been thinking of it often, too, imagining how his cock
must feel and taste.

      "Do you kiss guys?" I asked.

      He shrugged his bare shoulders slightly and made a non-committal
face.  "Maybe.  Never tried it."

      I tried to find a smoldering look to give him.  He just laughed.  But
it worked anyway, because he said, "Well, you aren't entirely
disgusting. We'll give it a shot.  But, let me be clear on this, in case
you have ideas: I don't suck cock, and I don't take anything, and I mean
anything, up the ass.  Strictly exit only.  You OK with that?"

      "I didn't ask you to marry me, Macho Man.  But surely you can kiss
your baby brother.  Just pucker up, like you'd do with a hot girl.  Get us
both all lathered up, and then I'll see if I can make you hit the moon."

      "Aw, just the ceiling fan would be fine."

      Mike's spongy dick-head had already been tapping at my hip-bone, so I
knew he was pretty well lathered already.  Mostly, we had to catch me up.
He rolled right on top of me, and we were crotch to crotch, thighs to
thighs, chest to chest.  Our evenly-matched, equally tumescent dicks lay
one atop the other.  As much as we had been together, and even with all the
childhood wrestling, some of it nude, we had done, we'd never had skin
contact like this.  He laid his lips on mine tentatively.  I kissed him
back, with tongue, and that was all it took.  We were making out like Romeo
and Juliet on their balcony.

      "Damn.  You're good, Little Bro."

      "Hmmm.  Not bad yourself, Middle Bro."

      Soon, Mike was jabbing at my scrotum and below it at my perineum with
his swollen organ.  I could feel the moisture of his precum getting pressed
into my skin.  The warm soles of his feet pressed against the tops of mine.

      "Fuck me, Mike.  Please.  I'm ready. I need this really bad."

      I could feel his frustration and indecision emanating from his hot
skin.  I raised my feet and shifted the angle of my pelvis.  His wet
cockhead poked at my asshole now.

      "Can't do it," he mumbled.  "Not yet."  But his stiff rod continued
to press lightly right on my anus.  He wanted me, I could tell. His grease
slimed my opening.  Spontaneously, I pressed on my bowel muscle, relaxing
my hole, and I felt his helmet head press, withdraw, and press again.  His
hips were hunching against his own will.  I slid my hands down his firm,
smooth back to the tight orbs of his ass, rubbing them gently as they
clenched.

      "Do it," I pleaded.

      There was another tap, then half of his long, helmet cock head opened
my anus partway.  He pulled back, then gently pressed again, several
times. Then, suddenly, Mike stiffened down his whole body.  His dick head
seemed to turn to cement.  Then, it spasmed.  He groaned, way too loud.  He
was pumping his load into my rectum, with only half his corona inserted.

      Mike froze, his chest planted on mine, lips encircling mine, poised
on stiff toes and feet as his seed fired into his brother in bursts of
Caldwell baby-batter.  He remained still for about a minute after nothing
was left but the occasional drop or dribble.  Then, he gave a long exhale,
as if deflating onto my chest and abdomen, my thighs and pelvis. His dick,
spent, rested on the sheet beneath my balls, still making a small wet spot.

      "Fuck," he stated.  There was a long pause.

      "I promised I would not fuck you yet.  I'm such a douche-bag."

      I kissed his cheek cheerfully.

      "Technically, bro, you did not fuck me.  You prematurely ejaculated
into me.  Not only didn't your whole dick go into me, the whole head of it
didn't even go in.  I'm still cherry, so cheer up.  And yes, you are a
douche-bag."

      "A technicality, I assure you.  Damn, I thought I could control
myself better than that.  Well, from now on, until Dad calls 'all clear,'
no more kissing, and no lying on top.  You can suck my dick, but it cannot
come anywhere near your asshole.  Seriously."

      So now it was all my fault for being irresistible!  Mike's head
nestled up against my cheek, and he rested his chin on my shoulder.  I
heard soft, slow breathing.  The fucker had fallen asleep, lying right on
top of me!  I laughed out loud.  A woman would kick the shit out of him for
that!  But not me-I savored the feel of his sensuous skin against mine and
breathed in his pleasant, soap-scrubbed aroma (he'd visited the shower on
his way to my room).  I loved having him lie on me like that.  Was it
despite or because of the fact that he was my brother?  That was too
complicated a question for 1:50 A. M.  I just knew I loved it, and him.

      Somehow, although he kind of made me sweat, he wasn't heavy, and I
found great pleasure in stroking his entire backside from below the
butt-cheeks all the way to his slightly fuzzy neck.  He had such soft,
smooth skin, not a blemish or mole to be seen.  He slept the deep sleep of
the righteous, despite his forbidden foray at the entrance of my dark
regions.

      I went to sleep myself, with Mike still on top of me.  But when I
awoke the next morning, he had slid off or turned, and he was on his side
beside me, facing away.  I pulled the sheet over both our naked bodies to
the shoulders and draped my arm over his arm and chest.  That was the way
Dad found us when he came to call us for breakfast, except that Mike had
one foot and leg, bare up the waist, hanging out of the sheet.

      "You guys make quite a picture," he said from the bathroom doorway.
"Mike, you scared me for a minute, not being in your bed.  Fortunately, I
knew where to look next, since I know your car is outside.  Mom says
pancakes in ten."  He gave us a lingering, loving looking-over.  Then he
quietly closed the door and retreated down the stairs.


-2-

    A few days later, Dad asked me, at breakfast, if I was willing to help
Uncle Eddie paint the wooden trim on his house the following weekend.  Some
other cousins my age would be there, too, he said.  Everyone knew I
particularly liked Eddie, the only one of our uncles I called by first name
without "Uncle" in front (at his invitation), and they all liked him, too.

    "Sure, I'll help.  Even if it's just me, but it will fun to have some
others there.  Like who?"  I was dying to know who else, if any, would be
on my new family team.

    "I think four or five.  It should be quite a party.  He mentioned Uncle
Brad's son Steve, and our cousin Stan's son Greg.  And our cousins Stewart,
and maybe Nick-you remember them, don't you?  He asked me to come over
Saturday night to help chaperone, so I think he plans for you to be
finished by then.  Oh, and he'll pay you, too."

    Did I remember them!  These were all among my best playmates, pals, and
co- conspirators at all family gatherings!  And they were major hunks,
except for Greg, who was one of the smallest and least masculine members of
the clan, but still hot and sexy as hell.  Steve and Greg were the same age
as me, but Nick was a year older, and Stewart would be about the age of my
oldest brother Jeff.  So Nick and Stewart had been to gatherings, along
with Jeff and Mike, as regular players.  I looked at each of my brothers to
gauge their reaction, wondering if they knew about this development.  They
played it very straight, if they did.

    "I have to work, or I'd go, too," Mike offered, purely for show.

    "Hey, I just got here.  I have some serious sleeping and hanging out to
do," Jeff chimed in.

    "Eddie knows that, guys.  That's why he asked Will. "

    "The one who has no life of his own," jabbed Jeff.

    "The one who is not too lazy to lift a finger to help out," I quickly
countered.

    Jenny saved us from an interminable sparring contest.

    "I'll go, too.  I can paint."

    Mom smiled at her.  "You have cheerleading clinic still."

    And Dad added, "Yeah, right, you and a gob of spitting, farting, sweaty
boys.  That sounds like fun."

    I suspect that, to Jenny, that did sound like fun, but she did have the
other commitment, and so the subject dropped.  It was settled.  I was to
have the weekend at Eddie's, ostensibly painting in the hot sun, but also
on his very private property with his beautiful in-ground pool, his
hot-tub, and my oh-so-sexy cousins.  We'd always had fun together.  But
now, we all knew the others were gay like ourselves!  And we'd be in
training together, to service men!  How cool was that?

    "He doesn't need to pay, Dad, I'm glad to do it for Eddie."

    "That's between you two.  But I know he will insist.  He doesn't want
to take advantage of you guys, and he can afford to hire anybody."

    I could hardly wait until Thursday-week.  Jeff remained aloof sexually.
He was seeing some chick who lived in the next town, and he was out chasing
her tail till all hours.  But I had access to Mike's dick every night that
week, because when he came home from work, often after midnight, he shed
his clothes in his own room, showered in the joining bathroom, and then
came over to crawl in bed naked with me.  I'd blow him once or twice, until
he fell asleep, and then I snuggled against him and slept, too.  One night,
before Mike came in, after everyone else was asleep, but Jeff was AWOL, Dad
crept up for a quick blow. Whereas Mike still had something of a hair
trigger, and almost anything I did brought him off, Dad took more work, and
more tricks of the trade, which I was already picking up just from
experimentation.  I was confident I'd be ready for the weekend.

    But on Monday, he made another quick visit, not for a blow-job.  He had
a small plastic bag to hand over to me.  "From Eddie," he said.

    Inside, there were a small, torpedo-like vibrating dildo, with battery,
and 2 butt-plugs, one small, (so said the packaging), one medium.  Both
looked a little intimidating, but the medium was downright scary.  I'd hate
to see the large model, I thought.  There was also a bottle of lube.

    "He says start with the dildo and just play.  Have fun.  Then, insert
the small plug and leave it in as long as you can, even overnight, or all
day.  Work up to that bigger one, and do the same.  Get your ass used to
having something in there.  Make sure you enjoy the sensation, because
otherwise, this gig may not be for you. Oh, and lube everything up real
good.  That may make a big difference."

    With that, he left me to my own devices.  I looked at the larger butt
plug and grinned to myself.  Ah, if only I approached a science or history
project assignment with as much eagerness as I did this!

-2-

    That night, I logged onto some gay porn photos instead of my Nifty
stories.  Some were hot eye-candy solos, and some were eye-popping action
shots. 'If those guys can take it, I can, too,' I resolved.  I reached for
the lube and smeared some onto my asshole, and wiped over the dildo with
it, too.  The dildo was no more than an inch in diameter, maybe less.  Few
of the dicks on line were as small as that.  I would find out soon that
there is no such thing as a Caldwell cock as small as that!  But it would
get me started, I presumed.

    As my slide show ran, I began to rub the tip of the appliance against
my rectum.  I clicked the 'on' switch, and the device began to purr.  I
rubbed again.  Hmmm.  Very interesting.  Who knew there were so many nerve
endings down there?  A slide came up showing a very hot, crew- cut,
pale-skinned young man lying on his back, his legs pulled up, and boney,
bare feet dangling.  A big, muscular black man with skin like ebony satin
was thrusting a member the size of my wrist into the firm white ass.  The
contrast was sensational.  I could see exactly where one guy left off and
the other guy began, including the rectal ring of the young white man.  As
if with a mind of its own, the dildo dove into my butt-hole and began
poking around inside.  I felt my sphincter relax under the vibrations.
There was no pain, just interesting and provocative stimulation.  I found
the thicker inner ring and massaged that, too.  I practiced flexing the
muscles, gripping tightly with the inner ring, then relaxing to lessen the
vibrations.

    After a moment of this teasing, the end of the dildo touched a small
spot with the impact of a cattle prod.  I gasped.  That felt amazing,
fantastic.  I pressed again, more firmly.  Oh, man, what a feeling.  My
dick, which had been hard since the first slide left the screen, now
trembled excitedly.  Then, suddenly, it burst forth with a great glob of
thick, white cum, which first fired out like a cannon, then oozed and
dribbled heavily down my glans, puddling on my smooth mound.  I backed off,
only able to take so much ecstasy at a time.

    Did I like anal play?  Oh, yeah!  Next question.

    I knew I had found my prostate, and I knew it would not lie undisturbed
any longer.  Having enjoyed an incredible, effort-free prostatic
ejaculation, I felt total relaxation overwhelm me.  I was ready to sleep.
But first, I inserted the small plug, not even bothering to grease it up.
I was slick enough, and certainly dilated enough, already.  I rolled over
and drifted into unconsciousness, slide show still rolling.

    I awoke a couple of hours later to an odd sensation at my anus.  I
heard laughter.  Mike was tugging gently at my butt-plug to waken me.  I
had rolled over onto my side, and my butt was sticking out from under the
sheet, exposing the base of the plug between my cheeks.  He was naked, of
course, and damp from the shower, having arrived for his nightly blow job,
or two.

    "What's this, Li'l Bro?"

    "What do you think?  A blockade to keep your big, honkin' dick out of
me," I retorted.  I even surprised myself at being so quick on the retort
while not fully awake yet. I was not known to let either of my big brothers
get the best of me at verbal fencing.

    "You should have put a gag in your mouth too, then."  Mike was pretty
quick himself.  He rolled me over onto my back and sat on my chest.  Said
honkin' dick poked at my chin.

    I smiled and opened wide.  Mike leaned forward and slid his smooth,
straight Caldwell- model unit down my tongue and into my throat.  I
couldn't yet take it all without gagging, especially in this position.  But
he knew how far he could go, and knew it was OK to press that limit
occasionally, to help me improve my skill.  He leaned against the headboard
and had his way with my face, sighing contentedly as he thrust in and out.

    I was not entirely focused on what was happening in my mouth and
throat, though, and that actually helped me take some more of his monster
than I had previously..  Part of my mind was paying attention to my
clenching and relaxing rectum, and the pleasurable waves it was sending
upward through my bowel.

    Yep.  I liked having things up my butt.


-3-

    I worked the small plug for two days, dreading and anticipating
graduation to the middle-size one.  It was about two inches diameter at the
"corona" end, but it tapered over about a four-inch length, and there was
an even longer stem of an inch and a half before it swelled into a flat
disk at the "outside" end.  Finally, on Tuesday morning of "the" week, I
removed the small plug, took my morning shit, and carefully washed my ass,
inside and out, in the shower.  I was surprised how loose and pliable it
was, but also how quickly it began to close up into its former tight ring.
Good to know it wouldn't just hang open like a broken garage door once
stretched!  I went without anything in there for a couple of hours, until I
knew I was finished with BM's for the day, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Then I sneaked off back to my room, stripped, and got out my toys and my
lube.  Everybody was at work except the girls and me, and they were
occupied with some schmaltzy TV thing.  I started with the vibrator.  I
knew just how to rev my engine with that thing by now.  Yet I was also
dissatisfied with it, too- I wanted something more, well, alive in there.
The small plug had ceased even to be very noticeable to me.  It didn't
quite touch my button.  But how to get the bigger one in, without screaming
to highest heaven?

    I lubed it up, and began tapping at my entrance as if it were fingers,
or Mike's big dickhead.  In size, it represented at least three fingers,
even from the outset.  I pushed, relaxed, pushed again.  My slick hole
gradually opened wider and wider.  I wished I had had the foresight to set
a mirror down there so I could visually monitor developments.  I pushed
again, harder.  I did feel a stretch, but it was not painful.  Maybe the
smaller plug had done its work, or maybe I was just a natural.  I was
feeling fine, and my fingers informed me I was almost there.  One more
push, and-

    POP.  It just slid in, and when it did, my body sucked it all the way
in.  I felt the fullness of having that lump of plastic in me, but it
didn't hurt.  Gingerly, I jiggled the base end.  I felt the fullness move
forward and backward.  Ohhhhhhh.  It passed my pleasure button.  I could
toggle easily back and forth, and stimulate my g-spot at will.  This I
liked!

    I wore that damn butt-plug straight through until I arrived at Eddie's
Thursday evening.  I could drive myself wild just by wiggling, even at the
dinner table, and nobody knew it except me (though I think Dad and Mike had
their suspicions).  I took it out only to take a dump and a shower each
morning, though Mike also pulled it out, looked it over dubiously, and
reinserted it a bit forcefully, when he came in for his nightly blow job
Wednesday midnight..

    I was so ready to get fucked!  I just could not imagine that I would
experience anything but pleasure from it, Caldwell cock size
notwithstanding.  As far as I was concerned, Eddie had done his job, and I
was ready to roll.  But I still had Thursday and Friday evenings to look
forward to.  I had no idea what my uncle had planned for us guys, but there
was no doubt in my mind that we would enjoy it.