Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 13:05:32 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: special services division chapter six gay incest

This story continues to deal with graphic descriptions of sex between
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is illegal to read or possess such material where you are, leave now.  The
story is a sexual fantasy and is complete fiction.  All characters are
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SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISIONCHAPTER SIXBOOT CAMP-SANS BOTTES, ET CULOTTES,
Part Three

	When I awoke, feeling surprisingly rested, I was lying on my back
with weak early morning light creeping in the window, and a strong, manly
leg thrown across my hips.  My morning wood rose proudly across the top of
the muscular thigh.  Eddie's side of the bed was cold and vacant, but the
sound of NPR News and the aroma of cooking bacon wafted up the stairwell.
	I reached around Colin's firm buttock and tickled his crack.  He
snorted. I rolled onto my side, facing him, and drew myself up to his chest
and face.  He moaned, and his eyelids vibrated.  I kissed his lips. The
eyelids flipped open in surprise.
	"Mornin' Glory," I quipped tritely.
	"Mmm.  S'mornin'?...I forgot where I was...nice to wake up with a
naked boy for a change."
	"Man."  But there you had it.  I was younger than Colin, and he was
aware of it, even just waking up.  I'd be wise not to get my hopes up with
this guy.  Wise, but maybe not capable.
	Colin rolled to his back and stretched an amazing,
muscle-clenching, eye-popping stretch, his erection soaring navel-ward.
Damn, he was so beautiful.  I could just stare at him all day.
	But he sat up and swiveled, putting those sexy bare feet onto the
carpet.
	"I think I smell coffee."
	He stood unsteadily and directed faltering steps toward the bedroom
door. "Come on, Tomcat, you got me up, now let's see if we can help Eddie.
And get some coffee."
	We entered the kitchen with hard-ons still waving.  Eddie looked up
from his work turning bacon.  He wore only an apron that bore the slogan
"Zero to naked in 2.2 liters of wine."
	"Cooking rule number one: always wear an apron when frying bacon,"
he announced brightly.  "I learned that the hard way, let me tell you.
Say, somebody is not being a very good host, letting you two run around
with hard-ons like that.  I should have blown you both in your sleep before
coming down, I guess."
	"I just need an ass to fuck.  Quickie," growled Colin.
	"Well, come on, then.  Make it quick, though.  Will could you watch
this bacon for me for-what, five minutes?"  He arched his brows at Colin.
	"I'll try."
	Eddie handed Colin a bottle of lube from the counter nearby and
"assumed the position," hands braced on the kitchen table.  Colin, grinning
at me, slicked up his long pole and gave it a few preparatory strokes.  He
rested the head on Eddie's pink anus, held the root of it, and pushed.  To
my amazement, it slid right in, all the way to the hilt.  Colin's trim
pubes pressed against Eddie's hairless ass.  He grinned at me again.
	I took the lube and slicked my dick, too.  With my right hand I
stroked my rod, while with my left I poked at the bacon, leaning in from a
distance, as I had no apron to protect myself from pops of napalm from the
skillet.  Colin pumped Eddie's ass energetically.
	Five minutes was just about right.  Colin grimaced and thrust deep
inside Eddie's bowel, held the position, then pumped slowly a couple of
times.  I quickly lifted bacon from the skillet onto a platter to prevent
it burning, but my eyes were glued to the point of their juncture.  My Unit
was hot as bacon grease.
	Colin pulled out, and I quickly moved in.  "Me next."
	I hoped that Eddie did not know, or would not remember, that this
would be my first active fuck.  If he did, he might stop me, wanting my
first to be something more deliberate and romantic.  But to me, casually
fucking my uncle's ass in his kitchen while the bacon browned was plenty
exciting enough.  I'd remember this the rest of my life, and I knew it.
	Eddie grunted noncommittally, but stayed in place.  I'm thicker
than Colin, and almost as long, but he had prepared the path well and
slicked it up with natural lube.  I slid right into Eddie's bowel and
started hunching.
	It was all over almost before it began.  I give it maybe two
minutes.  I spermed him good, joining my reproductive juices with Colins in
Eddie's nether region as we had done in his oral cavity last night.
	"Good thing I'm not depending on you guys for MY orgasm!" quipped
Eddie, as he watched Colin remove the last of the bacon from the pan.
	"Have you HAD your morning orgasm?" Colin asked.
	Eddie smiled.  "Yep.  Went over early to check on the other guys,
and Stewart grabbed me and sucked me off.  I didn't last long, either, as a
matter of fact.  That boy is good at what he does!" "Yeah, he is.  He's
been blowing me since we were twelve."
	At that revelation, we all laughed, and Eddie put me to making
garlic cheese grits, while Colin whisked gravy and then scrambled the eggs
Eddie had already blended.  Eddie checked the biscuits in the oven, then
scurried upstairs to wake the sleeping beauties in the guest rooms.  Soon,
he bounded down the stairs again, followed by four ass-dragging, bed-headed
young men with big boners.
	"How cum we have big hard-ons and you don't?" Greg asked the room
in general.
	"'Cause we took care of ours," I answered.
	"Don't look at me like that!" called Eddie.  "Later, men, the
biscuits are done.  Eat 'em while they're hot."  We served big plates full
of artery-wrecking, country breakfast and took them with our coffee or
juice to the table on the patio to devour.
	The day had dawned clear and warm.  When we finished eating, some
lingered over final coffee mugs, while others drifted over to the outdoor
shower to wash up.  But Eddie called the four late-comers over one at a
time to offer them his ass for morning fluid-level reduction.
	"I'll be glad when Sunday morning comes.  I could use some help on
bottom-duty around here," he teased.  We knew he loved taking the six of us
on.
	Steve, Stewart, Nick, and Greg grunted their seed into Eddie's
posterior in order.  None of them took any longer about it than Colin and I
had.  Youth has its advantages.
	On the third customer, Nick, Eddie also spewed a load onto the
stone patio.  "You da man, Nick" he crooned.  "You found my button."  Nick
grinned proudly.  Greg and Nick wound up last under the shower together,
washing the night's sweat and the morning's ass juices off to begin our
workday.
	First, we paired off and spread sunscreen all over one another.  We
wanted to tan, but not to burn, and it would be a long day under a hot sun.
Eddie passed out caps with neck drapes attached.  We all had sunglasses
with us.  We chose our brushes, divided up the paint and sections of
woodwork, spread out our ladders, and went to work.
	Eddie brought out a big yellow cooler of ice water and cups.  We
hydrated regularly, and every couple of hours, we just went to the edge of
the pool and fell into it for a few minutes, renewing our sunscreen
afterward and returning to our work.  It was going really fast, though,
with so many strong, young workers.  As I looked down the row of bronzed,
lean, naked young men on ladders, painting away vigorously and flexing
strong, muscled bodies, it occurred to me that we could make a lot of money
at this, as a crew.  "Naked House Painters."  We could charge triple.  Then
I imagined the type of overweight, pervy, old queens, male and female, that
would hire us, and decided it might not be such a great career after all.
	At noon, Eddie called us to the patio for a cool lunch of chicken
salad and cold beer.  We took another plunge in the pool.  Our project was
going so well, he insisted we take siesta for two hours in the heat of the
day.  So we retreated into the air conditioned house to rest.  This time,
Colin and I took the spare bedroom.  To save time for napping, we
sixty-nined to mutual orgasm, then curled up together and slept.
	When we resumed our work, our muscles were feeling the burn a bit,
but they loosened up again quickly.  In no time we were back in the rhythm
of spreading paint.
	Eddie called a halt again at 6:00.  We were three-quarters done-a
good day.  We could finish next day and still have energy left for
festivities in the evening.  We washed in the shower and then took a
much-deserved swim while Eddie grilled steak and shrimp kabobs to go with
the salad and pilaf he'd made.  As we came out of the pool, he had wine and
appetizers of humus and cheeses set out for us.  The comical note was a
bottle of pain-reliever beside the snacks.  We all had achy muscles, and we
all partook of ibuprophen with our refreshments.
	I looked forward to some more sucking and making out that evening,
but I also sort of dreaded another night with no fucking yet.  I was
beginning to get frustrated with the desire for completion of the sex act.
Everything I had ever done so far, wonderful as it felt, seemed like
foreplay to me.  I wanted the main event.
	Over dinner, Eddie explained that he had more in store for us that
night than just relaxation.  As members of SSD, he said, we were not merely
sexual vessels for other men.  That was part of it, but we also functioned
as courtesans in a way, male Geishas, if you will.  We would be called upon
to comfort and tend to the men of the family in a variety of ways.  We
would cook, and our product was expected to be excellent.  We had a long
tradition of fine eating in our family.  He would undertake to teach us,
over time, to be competent chefs, those of us with an aptitude for it.  We
would also be called upon to groom our men.  They would come to us for
manicures and pedicures, body grooming, and sometimes hair styling.  They
would consult with us on fashion and appropriate dress.  And sometimes,
they would want a massage, generally, he chuckled, with happy ending.
Tonight, we would begin to learn the basics of massage.
	For now, it would be sensuous massage.  He had books for us to read
and study on more serious techniques, with anatomy and muscle groups to
learn.  Tonight, we would pair up and practice working one another's bodies
for relaxation, pleasure, and stress relief.  After today's painting, our
bodies would no doubt give good feedback into the effectiveness of our
partner's efforts.
	But first, we'd do body grooming.  And he had noticed that not all
of us were taking the best care of our toenails.  Slobby males!  We'd
remedy that, as well.
	We cleared the table, and four of us went to work doing the dishes
and cleaning the kitchen, while Eddie sat down with Nick and Stewart.  He
fingered over both of their bodies and talked over how they might present
them to best advantage.  He examined their toes and told them what they
were doing wrong in trimming their nails.  By way of demonstration, he gave
both a pedicure, except for the massage part, which they would do for one
another shortly.
	Colin and I were next.  That didn't take long, because
body-hair-wise, there wasn't much to discuss, and we had both carefully
trimmed our toenails before arriving, because we knew we'd have our bare
feet waving in the air at least on Saturday night, when we got fucked with
everyone watching.  I brought up piercings and tats, though.  Eddie
counseled me to take it slow on both.
	"I have to admit, I've gotten a little carried away with ink.  Not
everyone likes it.  So start small, if you want to, and then see how you
like it.  But keep in mind a master plan.  Don't change themes in the
middle.  Your body is one canvas, and it always needs to go together,
because you can't take it apart and start over.  Never ink or pierce
anything that shows in work clothes.  It just isn't smart.  Why
deliberately close doors in your own face?"
	Colin and I began to hatch a plan to get our tits and navels
pierced together soon.  He was thinking about a silver arrow straight
through his dick, too, but that sounded really painful to me.  Maybe a
frenulum piercing.  I'd have to see how the nip and navel went.
	We joined Nick and Stewart, who were just finishing up painting one
another's toenails light pinkish.  We took the polish when they finished
and did one another while Eddie worked with Greg and Steve.
	Eddie had us, for the sake of simplicity, do body trim on one
another all in the same pattern.  We could individualize later, he said,
according to our own natural hair color, texture, and pattern.  For
starters, everybody likes smooth balls and a hairless dick.  He passed out
razors and gel, towels and washcloths, and had us lather one another up and
shave those parts.  "Now, you may not always want to shave your ass crack.
Many guys consider a hairy butt, or at least a swath up the crack, to be
very sexy.  But tomorrow is a special day.  Your asses are all going to be
in the spotlight, shall we say.  So trim all the hair on butts and in
cracks, between the legs, all the way."
	We were modest as cats through all this procedure.  Long legs were
held aloft for better access to butt cracks, buttocks were held in spread
position, knees bent and splayed for nut sacks to be shaved.  It was quite
a sight.
	Then we talked about nips.  Most of us had stray hairs around our
pecs.  Those had to be cleaned up.  Next came treasure trails.  We all
agreed, they're sexy.  But they need management.  We trimmed them into neat
columns swooping gracefully from navel to pubic mound.  And as for the
pubes themselves, first we shortened them with the barber razor Eddie
produced.  In Greg's and my case, we shaved the area for stubble, because
we had already removed ours.  For Stewart and Nick, there was then some
shaping up to do: they had about twice the hairy groin area they needed, so
they got it trimmed down.
	We lined up to look at ourselves in a big wall mirror Eddie had in
his dining room.  We agreed, we were all hot!
	"I'd do us!" exclaimed Greg.
	"You'd do anybody," the rest answered in unison.
	Now, we began massages.  Eddie had a fresh sheet on his big bed,
and he'd spread bath sheets atop that.  He put half our pairs face down on
the bed, and gave massage oils to the others.  Colin was down, and I was
the masseur for this first round.  I filled my palm with warm oil.
	Eddie coached us in starting with the neck and shoulders, feeling
and smoothing the muscles.  Colin was one up-tight son-of-a-bitch, as I
could tell even with no experience whatever.  I stroked his muscles with
the grain, so to speak, encouraging them to relax for me.  Colin sighed in
pleasure.  Nick and Steve were making similar sounds across the bed as Greg
and Stewart worked on them, too.  While we were in the area, we massaged
the men's scalps and temples.  Not muscles, per se, but sensitive
nevertheless.
	Then, Eddie moved us to feet and toes, the other highly sensitive
areas.  We spent fifteen minutes on those alone, and our subjects were
putty in our hands.  Remembering the attention Colin had given my foot last
night, I gave him a bonus: I licked and suckled his toes as I caressed his
feet.
	"Don't ever stop," he murmured.
	But I had to, when Eddie moved us up to calves, then thighs, and
then buttocks.  We kneaded their butts like loaves, and caressed the inside
of their cracks.  For this, we knelt between their knees, and then we began
to move up their muscular backs.  Eddie had us sit on their relaxed
buttocks while we worked from shoulders down to hips, putting some weight
into it now, and eliciting grunts of satisfaction from our clients.  All
three of us masseurs had boners sticking out over the lower backs of our
men.
	We moved back between their legs, bent, and ate out their asses in
unison.  We reached under and grabbed their junk, gently pulling it back so
we could caress it.  We held their balls and fondled them.  Our tongues
slid from anuses to shafts of penises, laid out along the bed.
	Both Colin and Steve came from this alone.  Well, I cheated a
little, maybe.  I suckled on the head of Colin's cock while fingering his
anus with massage oil.  What can you do?  He shot his load into my mouth,
chest heaving.  I heard Steve whimpering, and knew he'd lost it, too.
	We flipped them over onto their backs, and all three of their cocks
flopped wetly onto their abdomens.  Colin and Steve were hard as ever,
despite having just cum, but Nick was brick!
	Now, we did their pecs, their abdomens, and their thighs.  We
returned to their feet for more toe-sucking and arch massaging.  We went
back to their scalps and temples and facial muscles.  We stroked all the
way down their torsos to pubes.  Then, we climbed aboard again, crouching
between their knees, and sucked them to completion ad libidum.
	As their cocks slowly deflated, we gently cleaned up every vestige
of cum from shafts, pubes, and scrotums, and retreated quietly from the
bed.  All three young men were sound asleep, looking like angels.  I had
never seen anyone older than a toddler so relaxed in bliss.  Eddie gestured
us to follow him, and we tiptoed downstairs to have a glass of wine and
just chat a bit.  All three of us were blown away by how satisfying it was
to do that to our cousins, and how appreciative they clearly were.  Who
would not love that kind of treatment?  It would be hard work to do many of
those in a day, but it would certainly be rewarding.  Eddie explained that,
down the road, we might want to finish sitting on the client's pole rather
than blowing it.  That sounded fun, too.  And, he said, our cum on the
guy's stomach mixes well with massage gel as a skin treatment.  Make your
own lotion.  We laughed.
	After a rest, we trooped back upstairs to rouse our partners.  They
claimed they were paralyzed, muscles would not work, that sort of thing.
But slowly, they rose up and, as a man, embraced and kissed their masseurs.
They were in complete agreement: that was the most fantastic hour they'd
ever spent in their lives.
	We reversed roles, and I must say, I came to agree whole-heartedly
with that assessment.  Colin was the most graceful, attentive, and
sensitive masseur in the world.  His hands were so strong, when needed, yet
so gentle and so soft in caressing.  And his use of lips, tongue, and even
teeth-phenomenal.  I came twice, just as he had, and the three of us ended
as our cousins had done, sound asleep,
	In fact, I awoke in the guest bed.  Morning light was steaming in
through the open French door to the balcony.  Collin had his mouth pressed
onto mine and his tongue exploring my teeth.  His eyes were closed in
concentration.  I closed my lips on him.  "What's this?  "True love's kiss,
Sleeping Booty.  I've tried everything else to wake you."
        He had carried me, sleeping, to bed, leaving Greg and Steve to
share Eddie's space after changing the oily sheets.  And I had slept
through the whole night without even stirring.  I had a naked man beside
me, and I didn't even get to realize it or enjoy it.
      It was eight o'clock, and my bladder was screaming.  I smelled coffee
brewing downstairs.  Colin rose up and walked out onto the balcony attached
to this bedroom, overlooking the pool, patio, and pasture, stretching.  I
followed his stunning backside and pulled up behind him, my dick pressing
into his crack, drawing my arms around his waist.
      "Don't forget, I'm Daddy's boy today, first anyway."
      "Hmm.  Me, too. And after that-I'm all yours, Baby."
      Colin turned his head to catch my eye playfully.
      "I wish there was a way we could fuck one another at the same time,
like anal sixty-nine."
      "Take that to the complaint department.  Design flaw."
      "I guess we have to take turns."
      I looked over his shoulder and the balcony railing.  Below grew
Eddie's camellias.  I stepped to the edge and let fly with my bladder full
of piss onto the vegetation below.  Chuckling, Colin joined me.
      "I like the way you think, Cuz."