Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2010 10:50:04 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division, chapter 15, 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 Fifteen: In the "We" Hours-Friday Night III Fatigue hit me like a Pacific storm wave as I made my way through the quiet main room of the Lodge. Not a soul was stirring, and only a lamp near the front door remained lit. I heard voices from the front porch and walked over to the window. It was a group of eight or so of the younger guys, seated in a circle, just drinking beer and talking. It was not easy for that group to admit it was bedtime! I'd have been there among them under slightly different circumstances, and might yet, later in the week. But I did not go out. I had been awake for some twenty hours. Getting fucked may not seem like hard work, physically, but it is pretty tiring, and I'd been fucked for pretty much six hours straight, partly by some of those very guys. Most of my funk was emotional, though, and I knew it. I'd been on a sexual high all evening, and I was just looking forward to a nice, slow fuck and a peaceful rest with my lover, when Ralph showed up, apparently sober, maybe even contrite, to smooth things out, it seemed, with that same lover. I thought the timing sucked. I was worried about Colin, knowing he was in just about the identical vulnerable condition to mine-how would he deal with this? And what if Ralph turned nasty? What if Ralph tried to take Colin from me? Well, that's how paranoid my feverish imagination had gotten in my exhaustion. I headed back across the room to the back doors. On the back porch, in the corner, I noticed one guy, probably an older fellow, but nicely built, wearing a leather hood, lying back in one of the slings. A second guy, young and fit, likely one of the front porch gang, also wearing a hood, was fucking his ass with gusto, sweating plentifully. I didn't recognize either of them, in their masks and shadows, and kept walking toward the showers, not having it in me to be curious about other men's sexual behaviors at the moment. I was in no rush, having given myself half an hour. First, I stopped at the john and shat out the accumulated jism of all the men who'd fucked me that night. Colin would no longer be wanting it. There was no shit yet, the fudge-packers having done their work on my colon. But I felt a little lighter immediately. Then, inside the shower room, I turned three of the adjacent shower heads on, adjusted them to spray on me, and took a leisurely shower-blast. It felt sublime. I allowed the slightly warm water to roll over my body and sluice away the sweat, semen, saliva, and tension that had built up there. After ten minutes, I found the soap and shampoo and washed myself. A finger up the ass assured me that, first, it did close itself again after being forced open so often and so long, and second, it was not as sore, even inside, as I would have expected. I'd be back on my back again in no time. I killed the faucets and looked for a towel. In the daytime, I'd just air-dry, but at night, that would probably just leave me clammy. I grabbed one of the last few of a stack on a shelf near the door, and went outside to dry myself. I could see the two men still fucking on the corner of the porch. The young, active one was making soft high-pitched sounds now. It made me sad, somehow. I still hadn't spilled my own seed. Of course, I had no watch. I eased back inside and looked at the big grandfather clock. Twenty-five minutes. The door to the bedroom was unobstructed, and the glow of candle-light still showed from within. I nonchalantly strolled by to take a peek. What I saw inside jolted me. I froze in place. Ralph's pasty, tan-less form lay atop his son's spread-eagled body, the beefy hips rising and falling smoothly and relentlessly. Colin's near foot dangled over the edge of the mattress and twitched in time with the pounding. One arm dangled also, motionless. Ralph's head faced the other way; I chanced to lean inside, so that I could glimpse the side of Colin's handsome face. His eyes and mouth were closed, but not clenched, just gently, quietly shut, his mouth slightly twisted askew by the pillow. A tear was making its way across his cheek-bone. He made no sound. I didn't know what to do, and I chose to do one of the less desirable things: I turned and walked to the front door and stepped outside. Immediately, I recognized that that was not where I preferred to be just then, but it was too late. The dim lighting saved me some embarrassing questions, but it was awkward enough. It seems the guys had been talking about who all they had had sex with that night, and what it was like, and my name had just come up. There was an immediate and painful silence. Unfortunately, the one who could not resist breaking the silence was Mitch, who no doubt had been bragging again about how I asked him to fuck me a second time. "We were just talking about you, Will. Come on out and have a beer. You done for the night, or ready for another go?" I didn't respond on the beer. I hoped they couldn't see my own wet cheeks. "Done, and about to hit the sack. For sleeping." I added that last, as a couple of the dim-wits had started to chuckle. How unbelievable that these adolescent knaves had been my life-long friends. Now, I felt eons older. But mercifully, I let it drop at that. The awkward silence resumed. I didn't see any hope of ending it gracefully, so I excused myself, wished the group a good night, and went back inside. Now what? I edged up to the door of the bedroom again. I heard slapping sounds, and took a peek. My hand went to my mouth to stifle a gasp. Colin was fucking his dad, doggy style! I never was so shocked in my life. Ralph, the drunken homophobe, was taking it up the ass from his frat-boy son! His head hung low on the mattress. Colin's beautiful buttocks clenched rhythmically. His sun-browned back glistened in the candle-light. I backed away again. Now, I didn't know quite where to turn. Eddie's room was in the center of the opposite side, but he would not be alone, and I wasn't sure who all was bunking with him. My eyes filled with tears, so that I could hardly see my way across the room. I had been so damn mad at Colin's dad-now, I was angry with Colin, too, and for the very first time! How could he do that? Just calmly buy into any lying story his father came up with, and then spread his legs and let the man rut on him like a pig! Just then, Chad, a cousin a couple of years my senior, came in off the porch. I'd seen him looking at me intently earlier on, especially at dinner, but he had not spoken or come to me either at the sling or in the bedroom or even, as far as I knew, at the glory hole. He had reddish-blonde hair, in ringlets like a cherub, and piercing blue eyes. He was slender and graceful, like a dancer. He approached. "Hey, Will." "Hey." This was going to be painful, I thought, at this rate. "You're looking good." Now, that was a surprising turn. "Thanks. You, too. Did you have some fun this evening?" "No, not really. I mean, we played cards and pool. No sex, though." "Why not?" He paused, considering. "Well, I guess because the guy I wanted was too popular for me, and got all booked up before I could get on his list." The eyes did their piercing thing. He looked intent, and also kind of vulnerable, a way I hadn't imagined him before. "Oh. Well, there's tomorrow." He moved in close, face to face. "You're with Colin now?" I nodded, though I wasn't so sure that was the truth just at that moment. He smiled ruefully and shook his head slightly. "My luck." His nose was an inch from mine. He lifted a finger and smeared a tear off my cheek. "You OK?" "I'll be fine." His breath was sweet, and his skin emanated warmth. His foot brushed against mine. He kissed my lips gently, and his hands lightly grasped my arms. His dick touched mine. I stood passively, neither resisting nor participating in his advances. "Can I spend some time with you tomorrow evening?" I nodded. "But I want Colin to be there, too." "I understand." He pulled me to him in a warm, skin-to-skin embrace, which I savored despite my confusion. "I'll get on the schedule." "If there's no space left, just come by at the end. I'll work you in, so to speak." His arms felt awfully good on my torso. He caressed a nipple smoothly, pulled back, and walked away. His backside was poetry in motion as he strode purposefully toward the stairs to the bachelor loft. "Hot." It was Colin's voice, just behind me. I turned. He chuckled-clearly, my face revealed the entire saga in one crooked grimace. I forgot I was mad at him, and I fell into his arms. "What?...Why?" "Come on in. I've got a lot to tell you." We returned to our room and sat on the foot of the bed. Colin took my hands in his. I think I was crying again, I don't know why. "First, I love you madly," said Colin. I cried harder. "Do you hear me?" I nodded, blubbering. Just then, Stewart innocently entered from the porch, through the open window, sipping a soda. "Oh, sorry. I'll go upstairs to bunk." "No, please Stewart. Stay," I sniffed. "You know all our shit, man. This is your bed, too." I looked at Colin questioningly. He nodded. "You can hear it all straight from me, Stew. No secrets." Stewart nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on the headboard, and went quiet. "Colin's dad was here," I explained. That brought him up to speed, I thought. "Oh." "O. K. I'll give you the Readers' Digest version. First, why Dad did not show at Eddie's. He was in jail. Drunken driving, the State picked him up on the way out to the cherry-picking. He would've been late, and he would've been disorderly, but he didn't make it." Stewart and I sported matching dropped jaws. "But how?... But why?" He grinned. "Bear in mind, my mom did not know he was on his way out to fuck her son. She was fed up with his drinking, and she refused to come and bail his ass out of the pokey. So he did the night in the drunk tank, and it did him some good. "Next day, he was a ruin. He got home, but found a packed suitcase on the front porch. She came out and gave him the low-down. Residential substance-abuse facility, or the highway. She had reinforcements, too. Her bitch sister and their pastor. He didn't have much of a chance. Pastor drove him right over, they were expecting him. So he's been in the program for a month, the whole time we've been at Eddie's. He just got out." "Damn," was all I could say. "Damn," echoed Stewart. "He made her promise not to tell me, or anybody. He was really ashamed." "Do you think he's better?" "I don't know. He admits he doesn't even know. But tonight was pretty amazing for him. First off, he's really sorry, and about so many things. He's known what an ass he was, but he didn't know how to stop it. They had therapy at the center he was in, both group and individual. This is what is so amazing-you know your theory about the repressed homosexuality, Will? Well, he says it himself. He says he's bi. He says he always has been, but he hated it about himself, and he was afraid someone would find out, especially Mom, or me. But now, he doesn't have to drink to avoid it-he opened up, even to Mom. They are separated, by the way, probably permanently, but they are actually getting along better than they have in a long time, he says. "So, he asked me if he could start to make it up to me, beginning with the night at Eddie's but also long before that. He asked if we could make love to one another, and try to start over, with a whole new relationship. I did have my doubts, honest I did, Will. I hope I did the right thing. But I thought, hell, I've fucked with everything that moved here today-what the heck. If it all turns to shit, well, at least I tried from my end." "Yeah, it was your end I saw him sticking it to when I came by." "Oh, you saw? Why didn't you come on in?" "Colin, you were caught up in the moment, love." "Well, it was actually pretty awesome. I've been jealous of you and your dad, Will. I hate to admit it. And I was so damn angry at Dad. I mean, I was done with him, never wanted to see him again. Except I really did, I was all torn up about it. Man, I hope he doesn't fuck up again. I want him to be the way he was tonight. I actually do love him. Does that make any sense at all?" "I don't know, Colin. I want you happy, whatever that takes." "Will you try to forgive him and be civil?" "Of course. Try!" "That's all I ask." He kissed me deeply. "Awesome," said Stewart. "Now, where were we before Dad interrupted?" "I was eating out your ass. You can't really return the favor, though, because I dumped my load before my shower." "Oh, shower. I could use one. I smell like locker room meets sperm donor clinic." "Yeah, you do, but I like it, for tonight anyway. Don't leave me." He enfolded me in his arms, and we lay back onto the bed beside Stewart, who was finishing his soda and watching us approvingly. We made out like mating earthworms. Gradually, Colin swiveled his body around atop mine, and I felt his thick, hard cock poking into my crotch. My own erection was equally rigid. Colin's mouth encircled mine. My knees drew up, his hips adjusted, and his cock pressed at my sphincter. I opened up to let him in, and in two or three thrusts, he pumped into me. He soon lost himself in breeding me, and his cheek slid down beside mine. I turned just slightly, to see handsome Stewart grinning sympathetically at me. He lifted his eyebrows. I knew from experience how sexy it is to watch Colin fuck someone. Stewart had a ring-side seat. As near lost in the land of fuck as I was, I roused myself to whisper softly into Colin's far ear, "We need to include Stewart." He pumped a few more strokes, then whispered back, "You always accuse me of multi-tasking." "Yeah, I do. But do you mind if we tell him?" "No, but shut up." His lips clamped down on mine and his hips ground his long, firm sperm-stick into my butt insistently. After several more moments, I felt him spasm. I was bred. Colin slowed gradually to a halt, like a steam engine entering the station. My hands on his back slicked the perspiration on his flanks. Damn. He did have kind of a field-hand aroma about him all of a sudden. Maybe we'd go for that shower after all. He withdrew his thick tongue from my mouth and raised up, peeling his muscular pecs and abs off of mine down to the matted pubes. He looked over contentedly at Stewart. "Stew, while engaged in sexual intercourse, my lover and I have just had a conference." "I gathered as much." "We have reached a decision. For the duration of this rooming arrangement, and anytime something like it may happen in the future, we do not want to consider ourselves as a couple." "What?" "No. We want to consider ourselves, and you if you are willing, as a ménage a trois." "No shit?" "None." Stewart looked down at me, as I lay beneath Colin, his dick still stuck up my butt. I nodded. "Fact is, Stewart, if it wasn't for each other, we would both be all over your bones." "But you're both all over my bones as it is!" "Even more so, if not for our love for one another." Stewart was grinning. He was teasing us now. "Well, I'm honored to be included in your relationship. Our relationship." "Is there anything we can do for you to make you feel more included at the moment?" I asked. "Your timing is off just a bit. For the first time since I was nine years old, I'm sexually satisfied just at this moment. But give it two or three hours." "In two or three hours, I hope you'll be asleep-because we will be!" Colin hoisted himself off of me. "Shower, anyone?" Laughing, we all strode off to the showers together. When we hit the sack a short time later, we kissed one another to sleep, and rested the way I like best, in a tangle of male arms and legs.