Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 20:28:43 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 13, Special Services Division, Gay Incest The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically described sex among males, including relatives. If these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess such materials where you are, read no further. All characters are above the age for consensual sex where YOU live! 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 DivisionBy Kevin Donovan Chapter Thirteen: Night Shift-Friday Night Within seconds, someone spoke to me, too. It was my Uncle Benny, saying, "Hey, Will. I've been so looking forward to this all summer!" I felt strong, masculine hands stroke my inner thighs. One hand fondled my ball sack, and I could tell that the other was stroking his cock up to ass-entry-level firmness. My balls kind of dangle down below my butt-hole. Benny lifted them up, and pressed the spongy head of his big cock against my Oh!-ring. The outer curtains of my anus parted to admit the head. As he pushed, the inner ring enlarged to welcome the intruder, closing smoothly and tightly around the neck of his cock, as he slid it in further. It was all quite smooth, thanks partly to the slicking up I had from liberally applied lube, and partly from the nice pounding I'd had from Stewart just a few hours earlier. Like all our men folk, Benny went in deep-it felt like right up to the back of my tonsils from the ass end-and I felt his crotch press against mine, his balls against my crack. He slid smoothly back out until the head of his dick paused at the tight inner ring of my anus. Then, back to maximum insertion he pushed. My prostate kind of tingled with each passing. "Hey, Benny, you can do more than one pass per minute, dude," called out someone from far back in the line. Benny ignored that. There was deep laughter and a few hoots of derision. "Come on, Benny, I wanted to get my rocks off, too, sometime tonight." Benny began to pick up speed. Gradually, he increased tempo until he was pounding me pretty hard. The same must be going on next to me-I heard Colin saying, "Uh, Uh, Uh," in rhythm with slapping sounds of flesh on flesh from his direction. I began to groan a little myself in response to the force of Benny's fucking. It reached a crescendo in about five minutes, then slowed to a staccato pumping accompanied by heavy breathing and grunts from my uncle. He squirted his custard up my gut firmly. After a pause, fully imbedded and draining his nuts, Uncle Benny withdrew, giving me an affectionate pat on the dripping buttocks. "That was nice, Will, real nice. You have fun out here tonight. See you later." And he was gone. Colin's stud seemed to be finished as well. My next fucker didn't speak. He just stuck his big cock in my ass and started hunching. "He don't mess around. I like that," I heard someone rumble down the line. He squirted in just minutes. He pulled out, dripping, and another took his place, inserting his hard, slicked-up cock into my hole. "Do we all need to lube up?" someone asked. Several men laughed. "You're number seven in line, Bo. You really think he'll be dry when you get up there?" Another gently differed. "They can't hardly get TOO wet, guys. Look at this line! If we want these boys to be able to take us all on all week, we need to make sure they don't get too wore out. I, for one, plan to sample half of 'em tonight, and the rest tomorrow, and so on. That adds up to a lot of friction! I say, lube up!" More laughter followed. My present customer added his contribution to the general runniness of my ass, and went on his way a happy man. With all the men naked and barefoot, I could not tell how many were near, or when a new guy was approaching his target area. Without the sound of footsteps or zippers, we were truly in the dark. But I discovered that my sense of smell was my best source of information. The men smelled different! I wondered if, in time, I might begin to recognize some just by scent, as I suddenly realized, I already could do with Colin, Dad, Eddie, Mike, and maybe Stewart. Someone spoke to me in a caressing, male voice. "Hey, Will, it's Paul. You are one good-looking boy, you know that?" His hands slid smoothly from my buttocks over my thighs, and then up my flanks to cross my tits and roam downward again across my stomach. "Such smooth, beautiful skin. Feels so good." His dick slid into me slowly and gently. He began to hunch his hips casually, as if he had all night. He gave me a wonderful, ten-minute, passionate and considerate love-making session, while occasionally, the men behind him in line urged him to get on with it, but mainly, I could tell, they watched with lust and fascination. I did not know Paul well, but I did recall who he was from earlier sightings. He had dark brown hair, and a striking, smoothly muscled build. He was about thirty-five, had a beautiful wife and four handsome, adoring children, three boys and a girl, who hung, naked, off of his naked body happily at lakeside during the July Fourth picnic. The oldest boy was about twelve, I supposed. "I appreciate this very much," Paul crooned. "You know, my oldest son Adrian is going through puberty now. I think he may be one for the SSD in a few years, you know, I get that feeling about him. If so, I hope you'll be a friend and teacher for him, Will. He's a good kid, like you always were." All this conversation was distracting me from a very good feeling I was having deep inside my colon from the relentless, easy passing of Paul's dick back and forth across my g-spot. "I'll be on the look-out for Adrian. Thanks for the nice comments." "You'll see me later. I'm signed up for your 1:20 slot in the bed tonight. I'm going to want all of it, too! You have a great ass, kid." Suddenly, Paul nutted within me. "Ummm. See you then." He pulled out slowly with a wet pop, and he was gone. Man, this occupation of family whoring was pretty strange, I thought. So far, the men were so damn appreciative, respectful, and complimentary. Every family ought to treat its gay men this way! Especially the fucking part-I was having a wonderful time. "You OK over there?" I asked Colin. He was currently being fucked lustily, swinging in his sling. "Umm Hmm," he responded. "You?" "Better than OK, love. This is fun." "Umm Hmm." In all, I was fucked by sixteen men in the sling on that first shift. That meant, especially considering that Paul was so leisurely, that most of the men were five-minute quickies, or thereabouts. Well, it was the first cum of the week for them, and I supposed they were a pretty randy lot. Maybe they'd pick up some staying power as the week went on. Eddie made fuck number seventeen as he unlocked our ankles to send us on to our next assignment. He only took five minutes like the rest! I pulled my leather mask off my sweating face to see Colin grinning at me, his own mask tilted back onto his head rakishly. There were twin pools of cum under each of our butts, with more drooling down even then. "You boys are messy," commented Eddie. But before he could take charge of the clean-up, we saw Uncle Luke on his way, dragging a garden hose, with which he hosed off the porch. "Wait, boys." As we still lay in the slings, he also hosed off our backsides so that we wouldn't dribble across the back porch on our way to the showers. The cool water felt great swishing out my hole and spraying over my ball sack. In the showers, we saw Greg, Nick, Cody, Steve, and a couple of others, also cleaning out their asses from some serious fucking. All were up-beat and excited, clearly having a wonderful time in their new role as family cum-sluts. Nick and Cody were headed for the slings, and Steve and Greg out to the massage corner. "How was it?" they chorused. "Fantastic! We had a great time!" "How many fucks each?" "Me, seventeen." "Fifteen for me," said Colin. "I showed my customers a good time," he explained smugly, "and Eddie didn't finish me off. You shouldn't count him." I laughed and hugged him. "OK. Let's just say, 'who's counting?'" We're both pregnant with India, like Eddie said we'd be." "I hope there's some left for me when I get out there," whined Greg. "Over eighty men here, sweetie. Some of those same ones will be back again for your ass. Oh, yeah, there will be some left for you." They trotted off while Colin and I finished spraying out our insides till they ran clear. "I think I'd go for a nice, leisurely rim job about now," Colin mentioned, feeling of his rectum gingerly. "Deal, when we clock out. Right now, if you have anything to say to me, you better say it. Your mouth is about to be full for the next two hours." As we sauntered through the main room of the lodge, we scanned over the activities underway. A cluster of men were seated at or standing around the bar, and a couple were serving as impromptu bartenders for a stint. At a number of tables around the room, men played various games of cards. It was a veritable casino. The big, antique pool tables, two of them, were busy, as was the foosball, the air hockey, and even the ping-pong. In one corner, where there was a grouping of sofas and easy chairs, a big screen TV played a baseball game. There were probably over forty guys in there, which meant that a goodly number of others were out on the porches, upstairs, having sex in the bedrooms, or even out on the lake night fishing. We heard the strains of acoustic strings outside, as some of the men played instruments they had brought. They sounded great, like a professional band. Heads turned when we walked through, and several men asked us, "How'd it go?" and "You boys holding up OK?" We nodded and smiled, and kept moving toward our next assignment. When we entered "our" room, laughing at some inane joke, we came upon Stewart, flat on his back in the middle of the bed, with his sexy feet pulled back over his head. The room was dimly lit by half a dozen candles, and a hot-looking, thirtyish man named Harold, one of my cousins, was sprawled atop Stew, his firm mounds of buttocks clenching away as he fucked our buddy strenuously. Stewart's toes fanned tensely. He was clearly having a good time. A second naked man, also a fine-looking specimen, that we did not recognize, lay beside Stew on his side, watching the proceedings lustfully. He looked up at us on our entry and winked. "I'm next," he announced. "Care to join us?" "Just passing through. We're in the booth next." The man nodded and returned his gaze to Harold's ass rising and falling atop Stewart's middle region. "Beautiful," he declared, to no one in particular. Stewart's eyes seemed a little glazed over. Colin leaned over toward where his feet dangled above his ears. "You OK, Bud?" Stewart gave a slow nod and his toes waggled. He was in his happy place, we figured, and should be left there. Smiling, we stepped through the open window and into the glory booth, where our seats, and our public, awaited us. The earlier shift had moved on to their next gig, and the holes had been unmanned for a few minutes. We sat on stools adjacent to a couple of holes for each of us, and waited. It didn't take a full minute before a long, fat cock came poking through, right in front of Colin's nose. He grinned and shrugged. "Guess I'll take this one!" He grasped it gently and gave a few tugs, pulling the large, ball-laden scrotum in as well, then leaned in and swallowed the cock like a pro. We heard a gasp on the other side, and the partition shuddered as hips slammed against it, so that the man on the other side could feed maximum cock through to Colin's very effective mouth. Luckily, the frame had been constructed with just such a reaction in mind, and it didn't really budge. I had a fisherman over my way, too, his bait not quite as large as what Colin was enjoying, but straight, light-colored, and handsome. I chowed down on it and swirled my tongue around the cut head, then slid it deep down my throat, and the sucking began in earnest. The guy on the other side began to pant and give out high-pitched whines immediately, and he blew a load of nice, warm spunk into my mouth after just a few minutes. I figured he must be one of the young ones, and I was right. At the end, I saw his face by the hole. It was Drew, a life-long playmate of mine, here on his first men's week like me, only on the straight side. "Who's in there?" he asked. "Me, Will." "Damn, Will, I'm glad it's somebody I know. Dude you are one hell of a cocksucker. But that was my first blow-job, just wanted you to know. I'll be back for more, though!" "Hey, come fuck me later, too, OK? Any time." "Aren't you the generous one!" I heard behind me. It was Wes, joining us in the booth. I didn't have time to retort, though because a new, thick cock was poking through "my" hole. Another appeared over to the side near Wesley. Both of us got busy. And we stayed pretty busy through our shift. The glory hole is not my favorite way to enjoy cock. I like to see the whole man I'm sucking, not just his dick. I like to watch his facial expression as he savors my work on him. And I like to know who I'm sucking. But I began to develop a theory about the men on the other side. First, I decided a lot of them were young guys like myself and like Drew, inexperienced and just trying out male sexuality. They would also be a lusty group, well capable of many ejaculations in one night, so some of them might come back multiple times. Others, I figured, were the older men, who still had nice dicks but weren't so confident in the sex appeal of their bodies anymore. They could get their rocks off easily and anonymously here. Finally, there were the "straighter" men, those who didn't want to have to look at the guy who was blowing them, or even have others see that they were doing it. It was dark on this porch, and they could pop by for five minutes, nut in one of our mouths, and move along without anyone being the wiser. For them, the anonymity was most important. I probably took twenty or more loads during that two hours. My mouth and jaw were a little sore toward the end, and I was not sorry the shift was ending. Still, I do love cock, and on the whole, I enjoyed all of those I had worked on. The big clock in the main room stuck midnight noisily, and we moved back inside to our own bed. Stewart exchanged places with us, coming out to do his time in the Glory Booth. Wes's gorgeous bare backside retreated toward a stint in the sling, as we saw Cody enter from his own room next to ours.. "Oh, you have fresh sheets," Stewart called. "I got the others kind of gooey." He gave us a wink through the window, and then went to work on his first dick through the hole. My midnight visitor was Rick, and Colin's was my cousin, Jay-both long-time friends in our own age groups. Both, it seemed, needed to talk a bit. To both guys, we had been just friends, fellow supposedly straight teens who had grown up together, talking about girls and sex and playing sports. In Jay and Colin's case, they had also fucked some male ass together not long ago. Now here was Jay, booked to fuck Colin's. He and Colin whispered back and forth beside us. From the little I could overhear, it had to do with Jay's surprise at Colin's sudden "conversion," and needing to hear Colin explain that a bit. When I raised up later to nibble at Rick's tits, though, I saw that Jay was straddling Colin's chest and feeding him a rather ample dick. Tea-bagging Colin came next for Jay, as I held up my friend's cock and leaned back on it. Riding Rick that way gave me a good view of my lover introducing himself to Jay's tackle, and after that, Jay sliding down to lie full length on Colin and fuck him missionary style. Apparently, their friendship had shifted to a whole new level, like mine with Rick and other buddies was going to do this week also. At first, Rick lay beside me a little timidly, though he was not at all a backward type of guy. I fondled his dick and balls gently. This was his first trip to the men's gathering, as it was mine. He confided to me in whispers that he was a virgin, and this would be his first time to stick his dick into anyone, male or female. I reminded him that the whole thing was very new to me, too, but that I had gotten the hang of it very quickly, and so would he. Suddenly, Rick rolled over onto his side and kissed me forcefully and passionately. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I think I want my first time to be a little romantic, anyway." I smiled and shook my head. I leaned in more gently and kissed him back, offering some tongue. He responded in kind, and we began to make out very sensuously. I began to wonder if ol' Rick might not be playing for my team next year. That was when, after a bit, I climbed aboard and rode him, to warm him up further. But I didn't let him cum that way. I dismounted and pulled him atop me, so that his eagerly thrusting hips just naturally found the way to slide his very ample cock into my love canal, and their reflex motions took over from there. Rick had his first interior ejaculation within the warm, moist recesses of my receptive anus. My cock and balls were being mashed, not uncomfortably, between our abdomens as he lay atop me, still imbedded deeply within my gut as if he never wanted to leave. Meanwhile, conversation long over, Colin's handsome feet waved above Jay's thrusting hips beside us. Rick began to ramble about how wonderful it had been, how glad he was I was his first, how much he appreciated the way I handled it, and so on. I let him go for a moment, but then mercifully interrupted with another kiss. He smiled appreciatively. Clearly, we had a new level of friendship going here, a new kind of relationship, and I'd have to watch it, or I'd have a new lover after my ass on a permanent basis. This could be tricky-lots of guys might think their sexual relationship with me was somehow special and might let their emotions become involved, especially early on. That would be something to consult with Eddie about. But I thought I already had an idea of the answer: be kind, but businesslike, and stay in control of the relationship. I'd be practicing that on Rick, most likely. He rolled over and off the bed, leaving me alone to watch my lover get basted with his friend's baby batter. The injection was deeply planted and highly enjoyable, it seemed. Am I about to start getting jealous myself, I wondered? I studied Jay's taut, sexy buttocks clenching over Colin's groin. Colin's own body lay bent and beautiful before my gaze. No, I realized. The man loves sex, as I do. Neither one of us can seem to get enough of it. We know how to please one another wonderfully, but we both enjoy variety, too. I liked to fuck with him, and I liked to watch him fuck with other hot men, too, and then have those same hot men fuck with me. If that's weird, then so be it. I tried to savor my few moments of solitude while they finished up their first sexual encounter. It wasn't long before Jay went on his way, saying to me that he had his name on my list for Wednesday-my first opening!-and would see both of us later. Colin rolled over to entwine limbs with me, and we just lay there in one another's arms, and legs, for ten minutes until our next clients were due.