Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 09:25:54 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division chapter 14 gay male 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 Fourteen: Gentlemen of the Evening-Friday Night II In a moment an older man named Aaron arrived to service Colin, and Uncle Brad, Steve's dad, to breed me. Both guys had us in various positions all over that big bed as they enjoyed poking our nether regions with their big units. The idea of having Uncle Brad fuck my ass was a bit weird, but he was good at it, and he put me at ease immediately. I asked him if he had been to visit his son Steve yet, and he said he was waiting for a slack time in Steve's schedule if that ever happened-but they had gotten together a few times back at home since the weekend at Eddie's. After Andy, who lived on his own, Steve was Brad's next oldest, and Steve's two other brothers were much younger, not ready for brother-fucking for several more years yet. I was glad Steve was getting some action at home, and that I was not the only one with a sex-pistol for a father. Brad was a couple of years younger than Dad, between Dad and Eddie in the family litter, and quite hot looking, really. He had a nice, big-headed dick that rubbed me in all the right ways. They were followed by some of the guys who went to uni with Collin: Zack, who signed up to top Collin, and the two brothers for me, named Wayne and Randy, ages nineteen and twenty-one. We'd all played sports together out here for years, and Colin saw all of them regularly at school. All these boys were tall, athletic, and lively specimens of young manhood. The brothers pulled me back up into doggie position, and Randy took first turn at bat, while Wayne warmed up at the mouth end. He had a nice, thick piece of meat, which I engulfed smoothly, as I felt a similar slab slide up my rear entry. Wayne would pull his cock out of my mouth every minute or so, not wanting to waste an ejaculation on my mouth, as nice as that felt. Randy was thrusting forcefully, his hips slapping wetly against my butt. I felt cum dribbling down my thighs, but it was from earlier visitors, not from him. After ten minutes, he shouted unintelligibly, thrust hard and deep into my gut, and sprayed his semen into me. Randy was done. He lay panting on the edge of the bed and watched, while Wayne took his place at the rear loading platform. He fucked just like his brother, except that I had him primed for a much quicker release. In five minutes, he loaded my warehouse with his product, and then the two were off, slapping one another on the shoulders as if they had accomplished a remarkable conquest. Zack was just finishing breeding Colin right about then, and he left without so much as a thank-you. The men we served were mainly very respectful and considerate, but a few needed a little brush-up on manners, I thought. A shame, since Zack was a particularly handsome, dark- haired specimen of athletic manhood. He had primo thighs (a weakness of mine) and a perfect ass (another weakness), and great...well, let's say he made me feel weak all over, just to look at him. I was hatching a plan to present to Eddie and the others. Leave it to the newest, youngest guy to come up with ideas to reform everything on his first experience! But I was thinking that there needed to be a first-time event, a virginity sacrifice, available for the straight boys who were new to guy sex, too. I felt sorry for these friends of mine who were showing up to have sex with me, confessing shyly that they were virgins, and having no one to coach them on what to do about that. In twenty minutes I didn't have time! And besides, what did I know about it, really, anyway? I was a newbie myself, especially to topping. Second, I was thinking there ought to be some kind of manners/responsibilities orientation for all the newcomers, all straight, bi, or gay, including an overview of what the family expected of all of us in terms of behavior. This was left up to fathers, but clearly, some were falling down on that end. Like Colin's dad, Ralph, for instance. Before the next arrivals, I had time enough to express the ideas I had had to Colin. He was impressed. It was half-time of our whoring stint in bed for our first night. Our one-o'clocks were-surprise!--Dad for Colin, and another young one for me, named Mitch, even younger than me, as he had just had his birthday a week prior to this event. I was taking another cherry! And while my dad fucked my lover beside us! Mitch had little idea what to do, but kissing was not part of his plan. "Just do what comes naturally. You'll be fine." Well, what came naturally to Mitch was to lie atop me, spread my legs, jam his hard cock up my tail pipe, and fuck like a rabbit for about forty seconds, spewing his juice into my anus. He seemed to be relieved, and of the opinion that that was a damn good fuck. My, my, the boy had a lot to learn. I held onto him as he prepared to vault off of me, and whispered into his ear. "Mitch, you have plenty of time, no rush," I whispered. "You can go again in a few minutes and take more time about it if you want to." That seemed to be a revelation. "I can do you twice?" Then, abruptly, "You want a beer?" he asked. "Sure, why not." He hustled off to the tub of cold ones and, I found out later, also to the bushes to throw up. He'd been that tense about his first fuck, afraid he would shoot before he got his dick in me. I actually would have that happen a few times later on, so I began to understand his concern! He returned with the beers, though, five minutes later, and we propped up against the headboard to sip them. Dad was still pounding Colin beside us. Colin seemed very content with his lot. His eyes were closed, but his mouth sort of hung open in an endearingly uninhibited way. Mitch watched with envy and respect. "Isn't that your dad?" I nodded. "And your boy-friend?" I nodded again. He peered at me quizzically. "How strange is this scene?" "Not. Just how this family is." Mitch stared at my dad's butt clenching atop Colin's, and his dick soared from his crotch. Nothing was groomed down there. He had a moderate patch of brown pubes. It was a nice dick, maybe seven inches. His skin was sleek and smooth. The boy had possibilities, with training. He tilted the beer and drained the last of it. "You ready?" I nodded, and this time I just assumed the bitch stance. Mitch kneed himself around to my stern and shoved inside again. This time, he almost gave me my money's worth, holding out for almost ten minutes before creaming me, just as Dad was doing the same for a vocal Colin nearby. The guttural cries of all three of them filled the candle-scented air of the room. (I'm usually kind of a quiet fuck, myself.) Mitch strutted out on his way, proud of his conquest and new status. I heard him announce to a group of friends outside, "Hey, guys, I fucked him twice! He asked me to!" I supposed the others had already had, or were about to have, sessions with other SSD bitches, but I didn't hear the rest of the groups' conversation. Did any of them realize that, if Mitch took me twice in twenty minutes, neither session lasted very long? If I had not joined SSD, I would have been one of that group, I marveled. Now, I felt 10 years older than they, and so much more worldly. Dad hung back to quiz me on how I was holding up, and even insisted on examining my asshole. I rolled my eyes at Colin, who was smiling sympathetically, but passed on the instinct to whine, "Ohhh, Dadddd," as I would have so recently. I was just too old and sophisticated for that now. I let Dad be Dad and let it go at that. The two men who joined us next were brothers, but not well known to either of us. Their names were Brett and Eli, early and late thirties, seemingly good-natured and lusty guys. They joked with one another about each other's wives and sexual prowess. Their banter made me wonder why they didn't just do each other, because they were more interested in the other, really, than in Colin and me. They were very competitive about staying power, and they took the whole twenty minutes fucking us in tandem, doggy style, cumming at the same time with a shout, right on the twenty-minute mark. They pulled out, smacked our asses (kind of hard), and went out onto the porch together, arms on shoulders. "Thanks, guys," Eli called behind them. "Good tail." "Well," Colin stated glumly. "That's the first time I've felt kind of used." "Because we were. But they got a good ride out of it, and that's going to happen sometimes," I philosophized. Our final mounts for the evening were Ron, Jack, and Craig, the guys Colin was going to be working under, literally, during the coming term-Webster's sons. All three of them together. They introduced themselves cheerfully and told Colin how pleased they were that he would be available to help them out soon. "And we hear you'll be around sometimes on weekends, too, Will. Terrific! We can find plenty of work for you, too, if you want it!" We spent five minutes or so just getting acquainted, but during that time, Craig, the youngest (the newly-wed) was getting acquainted with my inner thigh, stroking it gently as he smiled and conversed with both of us. He was a good-looking guy, kind of lanky, but well- toned, blond and smooth-skinned. He had a wide mouth and a big, kind of goofy, grin. Before I realized it, he was going down on my dick like no tomorrow. "He loves young dick," commented Jack, the middle one. "Can't get enough of it." "It tastes better," muttered Craig, rising off of my sausage for a second. "So smooth, and sweet." "Unlike our bitter, raunchy old cocks you've been sucking since you were twelve," laughed Ron. He leaned forward and latched onto Colin's stiffie, engulfing it smoothly, and revealing that he knew his way around a hard cock, too. He swiveled his hips around so Colin could 69 him, and Jack lifted Colin's hips to shove a pillow under. He moved forward and pulled up Colin's legs, straddled his hips with his knees, and slid his cock up Colin's ass, settling Colin's ankles over his shoulders. He hunched, while Ron fucked Colin's face and Hoovered Colin's erection. I hadn't cum much that evening, and I was ripe for a blow-job. I awarded Craig a serving of young, fresh cream, which he smacked over delightedly. "I was afraid you'd be all sucked out," he said. "Lucky me!" Once he had licked off every drop, he pulled me up on my knees and took me from behind, slapping his hips against my buttocks with authority. "Nice. Tight. Love it." Jack shot into Colin's bowel, and then he moved aside to let Ron have a go at it. "Oh, yeah, we're going to have us some fun this fall," crowed Ron. "How many hours a week can you work?" "Well, guys, I do have to go to class and study. "Shit. Afraid of that. We'll take all of you we can get, Bud. And your friend here, too, when he's in town." The three horn-dogs worked us right up until our quitting time, but then, respectfully, they went on their way, sated and happy, for the moment. Our work-day was done. Our dicks were tired and our mouths and asses a little sore, but we felt damn good. Being a sex-crazed cum hound, when you have access to that much cock, is a pretty rewarding activity. "I can't believe you ended with both of those guys," I said, as Colin's arms enveloped me. "I can't believe you got sucked off. Believe it or not, I'm still kind of horny. I haven't cum my usual dozen or so times today." "Yeah, right. You're a regular cum fountain. Well, if you have one more in you, I'll take it, wherever you want to put it. But first, remember, I owe you a rim job. I want it before you let all your cum collection run out of it, too." "My ass is yours, and all my cum, cock or ass, too." "I'll take the borrowings first, then you can shoot your own into me." He was already rolling his knees back to his shoulders, exposing his gorgeous, spread crack and happy-hole to my enjoyment. He wrapped his arms around his knees and left me to my pleasurable task. I went to work on his hole. I tongued it and teased it open. Dribbles of mingled cum from all of his bed-partners began to drool out onto my tongue. "I can't hold it." "Fine, let it roll." I planted my lips around his gaping pucker, and he gave a little push. A big glob of spunk rolled out into my waiting mouth. I savored and swallowed. "How is it?" "Somebody is a little bitter. Other than that, smooth and delicious." "I'd bet it was Zack. His pre-cum was kind of bitter. I think he lives off a diet of red meat, like burgers." "He'll weigh 300 pounds in ten years." "No, he also runs 50 miles a week. But when I suck him off, once school starts up, I'll let you know if he's the one." "I'll bet you suck him off, like, tomorrow, and every day this week, not just next fall." "Yeah, likely. And I won't have to tell you about it, because you'll suck him off, too." We laughed, and another glob of Caldwell cum blend squirted out into my open mouth. I finished licking up the remaining drops. "Now my turn," said Colin. "You must have just as big a collection as I did." He rolled me over and pulled my ass up, and began to lick at it. I felt, without hearing anything, that we were not alone. I looked toward the open window, and there stood a large, naked man, in the shadow just at the entrance. Colin noticed, too, about the same time. "Hey," he said, in a friendly tone, "Sorry, but we're done for the day. Can you get on our schedule for tomorrow?" "I know, Son," said the shape. "I'm sorry to break in on you, really. But I need to talk to you, real bad. Can you give me just a few minutes. Please?" Shit. It was Ralph, Colin's dad, the AWOL drunk. The out-of-his-life, no-longer- welcome, asshole prick. The very last person he wanted looming in his porch window at 2:15 A. M. on a Saturday wee hour. "I'll go get a shower, and let you two talk," I heard myself say. "Be back in half an hour." I raised up and began to slip off the bed to go. I felt Colin's hand stroke my butt gently and affectionately. "Thanks," he said. "But don't be long."