Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 10:59:02 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division, chapter four, 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.

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SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION

CHAPTER FOUR

BOOT CAMP--SANS BOTTES--ET CULOTTES! Part One

-1-

      Eddie's place was outside of our city, but within the county, only
about a twenty minute drive.  We visited there often, partly because he had
that nice pool, but also because he was a terrific cook and liked to have
someone to cook for, and because we all liked him, including Mom.  He had
about fifteen acres of land around his house, with the perimeter all
wooded, mostly in pine, but maybe eight acres in pasture, where he kept
three nice saddle horses.  Every once in a while, his mare would foal, and
we'd all go bonkers over the cute young colt or filly, which he always sold
as a yearling.  In our younger days, we kids all skinny-dipped at Eddie's,
and we guys still did, because the area was completely private.  Our
sisters followed Mom's example of wearing a bikini bottom once they started
menstruating.  I could tell by Eddie's tan that he never wore a suit
normally, and that he was outside a lot!  Several times, we rode
 horseback in the buff!  It took me years to figure out why the girls liked
that so much, even more than we guys did.  I think that Mom was secretly
glad to have us run around naked at Eddie's so that she could
surreptitiously keep tabs on our growth and maturity without making a big
deal of it.  We didn't care, we just liked to go naked outdoors.  When Jeff
began to sprout pubes and sport uncontrollable, spontaneous erections, Dad
set the tone by complimenting him on his maturity, and Mom just smiled.
That kept down any embarrassment for any of us as we went through the
changes of puberty.

    Eddie had an insurance business.  I'm sure he worked hard at his
business, and he certainly seemed to profit from it, but I never actually
saw him do it.  He seemed available for family fun most any time.

    When Dad drove me over on the long-awaited Thursday afternoon, we found
Eddie floating, naked, in the pool on an ice-blue inflatable raft.  He was
a magnificent specimen of manhood, pretty much half-way between Dad and
Jeff in age, but the equal to either in physique and sex appeal.  His hair
was lighter, a dark blonde, which is more like mine.  But I can't remember
how it would have been distributed over his body, because for some time, he
had been shaving it all, and I mean all, off, below the eyebrows. He was
perfectly, evenly tanned from scalp to toenails.  For the past few years,
he had been collecting some interesting tattoos, all underneath
business-suit boundaries.  First (as far as I know) came a one-inch wide
ankle band on his left ankle, which drew the eye unerringly to admire his
muscular calf, slender ankle, and delicately boned foot.  Next, his biceps
seemed to swell, over a few months, and first one, then the other, was
 festooned with a slightly wider banding, coordinating with the ankle, but
each unique.  A curved gold bar appeared in his right nipple.  Mom flinched
involuntarily when she saw that.

    "Eddie, for God's sake, doesn't that hurt?" she asked.

    He flitted his eyebrows at her.  "A few seconds, Maggie.  After that,
it has certain pleasurable uses."

    She wisely let the subject drop there, and I never did hear of what
those uses might be.

    Next, a symmetrical design grew out of his ass crack and divided,
draping across the tops of his buns to his hip-bones.  I had seen that,
sort of crawling from his shorts, the previous summer, along with a
circular thing around his navel, with a little gold ring in the navel
itself.

    Now, I noticed something I hadn't seen before, though it may have been
there a while.  Eddie had graceful scrollwork tattooed onto his mons where
his pubes used to grow, and a coordinating vine-work design twining around
his dick, all the way to a leafy finish on the head.  I'd never seen
anything like it, even (yet) in on-line porn, which I was just beginning to
explore.  I was awe-struck.

    Dad said, "Ed, why don't you just jump in a vat of ink, be purple, and
get it over with?"

    Eddie winked at me.  "Because, smart-ass, it isn't just what's inked
that matters, but where there is NOT ink.  But OK, I admit, I've been
getting a little compulsive.  Just one more piece, and then I quit--I'm
going to finish out the belt design around the front, and tie the whole
thing in with the navel and the crotch part.  What do you think?"

    "I think, `Quit while you're ahead,'" Dad smirked.

    "I like it," I put in.

    "I take that as a yes," Eddie laughed.

    "Dad, can I get a tat this summer?  Please?  Just something really
cool, right on my butt.  Mom would never have to know.  Well, not for a
while."

    While Eddie laughed, Dad gave me a scalding look.  But he also drew me
to him and kissed me tenderly.  "Son, don't leave me all at once.  I'm not
ready to have all my boys totally grown up all at once yet. And while I'm
perfectly OK with you actually being the family slut, I'm not ready for you
to look like it."  His eyes cut meaningfully over to his brother.

    "Too late," said Eddie.  "It's happening, Scott.  Get used to it."

    "See you both Saturday night.  Have fun...er, painting!"  And with
that, Dad clicked the garden gate shut behind him and left me, the first of
the invitees to arrive, with Eddie.

-2-


    While the gate was still closing behind Dad, I was kicking off my
flip-flops and dropping my shorts.  I didn't even bring any socks,
underwear, or other cothing.  My skin-tight A-shirt came over my head in
one smooth movement, and I was as naked as Eddie, though a bit hairier.  I
turned around and stuck my butt out at him.  Eddie laughed and gave me a
slap on my rump.  I had my larger butt plug still inserted in my anus.

    "I like it." I declared.

    "I knew you would!" he chortled.

    I turned and dived smoothly into the deep end of the pool.  Inside my
ass, the plug twitched and massaged with my movement.  As I swam to the
surface, I experienced a whole set of new sensations, water swirling around
my `nads as the plug did its work on my insides.  I sprang a boner.

    "Man, this feels so good."

    "Well, wear it tonight if you want to.  We aren't going to play,
though.  Tonight is a work night--scraping old paint.  Then, tomorrow,
we'll paint all day!  You guys can work on getting rid of your tan-lines,
those that have them.  You want a round, white spot on your butt where the
plug is?  I think not! Tomorrow evening, we'll begin to do some of our
training.  Finish our work Saturday, and after that, the real work of
poppin' cherry begins!"

    "Eddie, I can't wait."  I hoisted myself onto the side of the pool and
plopped my plugged butt down beside Eddie, who had sat there after I dove
in.  He reached over and fondled my erection gently.

    "Damn, Will, this is one fine-looking cock in a gene pool of very
fine-looking cocks."  He leaned over and took it, still dripping from the
pool, into his mouth.  No preamble, no by-your-leave, no hint of
recognition of how new a behavior this was between him and me.  Yet I knew
instantly that I was in the custody of a seasoned professional at this.  I
was as bad as Mike--in two minutes flat, I squirted my juices into Eddie's
extractor.  He sat back and savored the flavor like a wine taster.

    "Hmm.  Great body, nice subtle textures.  A hint of raspberry and
chocolate flavors, and a nice, smooth cinnamon finish.  I'd say this would
be good with hors d'oeuvres before dinner, or a nice light dessert after.
Or with chicken (he gave me a sensuous kiss), or beef (another kiss) or
seafood....(kiss)...hell, Will, that cum goes with just about anything.

    "I've loved you all of your life, Will.  I can't tell you how happy and
proud I am that you have grown up to be so beautiful, so smart, and so
strong.  But I asked Scott to bring you earlier than the others so that I
could tell you.  I've sensed for a long time that you might be a lot like
me.  Don't worry, I won't press that on you--I want you to be totally
yourself--it's just that I feel this amazing bond with you, always have,
like you were my own son, you know?  Well, maybe you don't.  But anyway, I
pledge to you, Will, through thick or thin, lovers come and lovers go, my
eternal, unbreakable bond of love and loyalty.  Always know: I'm here for
you."

    I flung my arms around his neck and just broke down.  At that moment, I
felt like I was the luckiest person alive, to have such parents, such
brothers, and such an amazing uncle.  I knew that, no matter what life
might have in store for me, I could never feel lost or alone, never.  And
it was about to get even better.  I had hardly dried my tears on Eddie's
bare, brown shoulder and finished giving him a tender kiss of gratitude
than the garden gate swung open again, and in marched both Steve and Greg,
escorted by Steve's dad, Uncle Brad.

    Greg's voice rang out, "What happenin', Dudes?"  I looked past Eddie to
see his grinning face, with Steve just behind him, equally beaming.  Uncle
Brad looked bemused by the whole thing.

    "Where's everybody's bags?" asked Eddie.

    "We tossed `em on the porch by Will's.  I knew it was Will's because
there's no clothes in it!" teased the irrepressible Greg.

    "Well, jeez, Greg, there's no clothes in yours, either," answered
Steve, "Or mine.  We knew the drill here."

    As both boys skinned out of their light, summer duds, Uncle Brad said,
"Eddie, looks like you've got everything under control here.  `Bye, guys,
see you Sunday morning.  Y'all have fun--painting-- or whatever."  He
cackled gleefully.

    "Sunday NOON, at the earliest," corrected Greg.  "Unless you want to
carry us back still sleeping."

    "Noon.  See ya."  And he was off.

    The boys dived into the pool, and I sauntered into the john in the
cabana and removed my plug and rinsed it off, setting it on the toilet tank
to pick up later.  I soon joined the others, feeling about the happiest I'd
ever felt in my life.  Now the absence of the butt-plug felt erotic!  We
splashed and ducked and wrestled around in the water, much like when we
were there together as kids.  There was one major difference this time.
Now, we handled and fondled one another in a way we'd never done before.
We were all rock hard and totally unashamed.  To one another, at least, we
were out and proud, and very happy to be free to be our real selves, for
the very first time together.  While Eddie fired up the gas grill and got
burgers and dogs to cooking, we were running around playing groin-grope and
shrieking--well, mainly Greg was shrieking.  Our big erections bobbled and
swayed as we ducked and turned, grabbing at each other.

    I'd never seen Greg or Steve hard before, and it was a revelation.
Steve's boner was thick and proud, larger at the base than anywhere else,
not so big at the head, and it curved like a scimitar.  But Greg, what a
surprise!  The guy was maybe five feet six and a hundred and twenty-five
pounds, but he had a dick just like the rest of us, eight and a half to
nine inches, standing out like a whole filet of beef from his crotch.  His
balls were even bigger and more pendulous than Steve's or mine, rivaling
dear Eddie's jewels.  Eddie quickly sized up the situation and awarded Greg
his family nick-name, which he still answers to in the family.

    "Hey, Crowbar, when you get through dancin' around over there, would
you come over here and help me set out the bread and salad, please?"  We
all giggled, especially Greg, because we all knew exactly whom Eddie was
speaking to.  But before Greg/Crowbar could respond to Eddie's request, the
gate opened, and the remainder of our new recruits strode in: Stewart, the
oldest of those I was expecting, and Nick, who was between me and my
brother Mike in age.  Plus, there was also Colin, another of the young men
of Stew and Jeff's age group, that I hadn't known was coming.  Stewart's
dad and Nick's dad had pulled up at the same time with their sons, just as
Colin was getting out of his car on his own, having driven himself from his
college town about two hours away.

    "Good God, boys," Nick's dad, Stan, exclaimed.  "What have they been
feeding you in those school lunches, goat testicles?"  His gaze was riveted
on Greg's big unit.

    "Da-ad," Nick complained in the universal teen sing-song.

    Eddie by now had a hard-on, too, and it stood a good nine inches from
his hairless crotch, its girth accentuated by the tattoo design it carried.

    "Yeah, it's a shame, how scrawny and pip-squeaky these lot are.  Not a
one of `em over ten inches in the manhood department.  Where's the beef,
guys?  Y'all aren't anywhere near hung like Stan, Rodge, and me, and our
whole generation."

    Stan laughed.  "Well, I guess they aren't the first hung generation of
Caldwells, are they.  You boys have fun."  And with that, he and Stewart's
father, Roger, left laughing and clapping one another on brawny shoulders.

    Greg and I did go over and help Eddie set up dinner on the patio, while
the new guys shucked off and plunged into the pool to cool off.  I made
surreptitious glances over their way every time one emerged to show off a
dripping body.  They caught up quickly in the hard-on department, too.
Nick was a tall, lean fellow, maybe six feet four, with brown hair hanging
in a low forelock on his head, and similar body hair sweeping straight down
the middle of his whole body.  He even had a centered goatee.  His legs
were strong, but kind of on the skinny side, but his cock was arguably the
thickest one present, and an easy seven and a half in length.  I thought
his pubes could use a trim, especially his hairy scrotum.  But he was hot,
no doubt.

    Stewart was not so tall, but striking at six feet, with broad shoulders
and very black hair on very pale skin.  His chest was almost hairless,
except just around the tits, but he had a triangular patch of black hair
that began at the navel and spread into luxuriant pubes.  His sausage was
uncut, unusual but not unheard of in our clan, and it looked like a real
rectum-wrecker, once bared, with its huge, flared head.  It stood proudly,
soaring toward his navel, at full mast.

    But the biggest revelation of all was Colin.  Oh.  My. God.  He pulled
himself up on the pool ladder and stepped out dripping onto the decking
like Eros arising from the deep.  He was six feet two, and had
strawberry-blond, close-cropped hair.  His eyebrows were glistening gold.
He was not bulky at all, but had ripped, defined muscles all over the
place.  The only hair anywhere on his body was a modest swath of deep
red-gold pubes (and, I later noticed on close inspection, a light
sprinkling of gold on his legs).  He was not yet erect, but his penis hung
six inches, soft.  It was magnificent.  HE was magnificent.

    "Don't stare," whispered Greg, as he leaned across in front of me to
place a bowl of potato salad onto the table.  "Or drool," he added raising
up again. "It's just not cool."

    "It's just--I--I've never seen anything like that in my life," I
stammered. He was as well-built as Jody, but taller, more mature, and--GAY.
"Where has this guy been all my life?" I sort of remembered him at family
gatherings, but he was in Jeff's age group, aloof and unreachable to me,
and besides, he didn't look anything like this..  Plus, I would never have
dreamed in a million years, he would turn out to be gay.

    "Growing up right in front of your nose, that's where.  He was all
gawky and clumsy, even just a few years ago..  Remember, he couldn't throw
a soft ball ten yards. Then he went away to college, got into lifting and
intramural sports.  Suddenly, this love-god appeared where scrawny Colin
had been before.  Nick told me some stuff, too, don't tell anybody, because
he wasn't supposed to.  He says the last few years, Colin was at the men's
gatherings, and he was fuckin' ass right and left, like a stud dog, and
taking blow jobs from anybody and everybody.  Never sucked anybody, though,
or gave any sign of playing for our team.  Then, last winter, he didn't
show for hunting season at all, or Spring weekend, either.  Next anyone
hears, he's been to his dad and applied for SSD.  They say his dad was real
pissed, didn't take it well at all.  Just when his son gets all masculine,
he also turns out gay.  Go figure.  But get
 this--word is, he's still a virgin, where it counts.  This weekend, he's
getting his cherry picked just like you are."

    "And you."

    "Naw, not me.  I've known I was gay since I was a little kid, Will.  I
took up wrestling team at school because it's a sport little guys can do,
same as big guys.  And also, I liked the uniforms, and it looks sort of
like hugging to wrestle.  Well, wrestling is a very erotic sport, so much
contact.  I always got hard, even in practice, hell, most guys do.  But
when I get hard, sad to say, everybody knows about it.  Wrestling unitards
don't hide squat.  It was pretty clear the other guys turned me on, big
time.  First tournament on the road, the entire team passed me around in
the hotel, fucking my ass.  They raped me, really, except like they say,
you can't rape the willing.  They were considerate, though, they organized
themselves from smallest to biggest, being used to size classifications and
all.  Get this--the smallest dick on the squad was on a heavyweight senior.
He's the dude who got my little cherry!  After
 that, even on long bus rides, I was the one that got rode, in the back of
the bus after Coach went to sleep.  No, I'll go through the routine here
along with you guys, esprit de corps and all that, but Eddie knows I'm
really a seasoned old whore, as far as experience goes.  But not Colin.
He's definitely cherry."

    "Who's his stud for Saturday night?"

    "That Nick doesn't know.  He was a late entry. Maybe Eddie?"

    "Maybe me.  I volunteer."

    "Definitely not you, and not me, either.  But, don't forget--we get to
watch, whoever it is."

    Suddenly, I had yet another reason why Saturday night couldn't get
there fast enough.