Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2010 13:07:15 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 25 special services division gay male incest This story continues to depict graphic descriptions of sex between males, including relatives. If that offends you, or if it is illegal to read or possess such material where you live, leave now. All characters are above the legal age for consensual sex where you live. This is a fantasy! It is entirely fictional. The author does not condone either unsafe sex or any kind of sexual abuse or exploitation of minors. Your comments are welcome at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE FRIDAY Friday dawned cloudy, but the rain was ended. Colin and I did our weight routine and enjoyed our morning coffees on the front porch. Then, after a light breakfast, we returned there to do another round of massages. As before, some of the other SSD's did hair, nails, and body trimming. We reduced half a dozen men to puddles of relaxed bliss, one after another. Their semen topped off breakfast nicely. That shot much of the morning, but prior to lunch, we enjoyed a little private time, during which we took turns slowly and lovingly fucking one another in our own bed, alone for a change. A couple of guys looked in hopefully, but smiled and backed off, seeing that we were romantically involved with one another for the moment. As much as I loved all the sex I got, with all the men, and also watching Colin get serviced, too-making love with my own man was truly special, and I looked forward to a life-time of it! With me, Colin was all tenderness and erotic affection, with a little tease and mischief thrown in, which I dearly love. Sex was relationship-building for us, but it was also pure fun. We almost fucked through lunch, and had to wolf down a sandwich in a hurry . One o'clock came quickly, and our Chadding appointments arrived, along with partners Chad and Stewart, who had been out on the floating pier fucking each other for the entertainment of the crowd there. Apparently, they had sucked down a few man-shakes out there as well. I had my buddy Ronnie to break in; Colin had Jason-a handsome stud if ever there was one; and Stewart had a cute, slender nineteen-year-old named Stan to deflower. All three had delectable asses and more-than-ample drilling units hanging down for us to exercise. Greg and Steve showed up eager to help out. We let them take our clients up to the showers for a complete cleansing, inside and out. They returned shortly with wet hair, glowing skin, and sheepish grins. The old taboo of having a guy messing around their assholes was history after those two got hold of them! Just as well-the three of us very quickly had them laid out on their ass-raising pillows, legs spread, tackle dangling, and pretty pink rosebuds winking at us, ready for their deflowering. Honestly, we could have done the deed right then and there, and they would have been totally satisfied. We had a protocol now to follow, though, and it involved an hour of ass-eating, so we climbed aboard, kneeing up between the legs of our allotted prospective bitches, and began to make out with their pouting anuses. With Greg and Steve right there and practically panting for ass to rim, it was a simple matter to trade off every few minutes. Actually, Steve did not wait to be invited-he clamped his lips down on my hole and inserted his strong, wet tongue up my chute, which had been amply prepared for entry by Colin's thrusting, squirting fire hose just a short time earlier. I let him go for it until he had sucked most of Colin's jizz out of me. Then, I leaned back and gave him a wet, spermy kiss, and moved aside to let him have a turn at Ron's gaping manhole. Not to be outdone, Greg had already gone after the cum I had on deposit inside Colin's butt-bank. Colin's moans, even with his face buried in Jason's butt, indicated his complete approval. Greg vacuumed Colin's cunt and then Colin graciously allowed him a go at Jason. Jason, by the way, was not only a truly sexy, masculine stud-hoss, ready to fuck anytime, anyplace, anybody, but he was also a likeable, easy-going, and fun-loving guy. Like many of the straight men, he did very little trimming on his body hair. But like so many of our family, he had very little need to. The light, brown hair that graced his chest, sweeping down to a moderate swath of pubes, fringing his crack just discreetly, and cascading down his muscular legs, honestly needed no artifice. Sometimes, it is best to let nature alone! His butt was a delight to dine upon or to gaze upon, and we stood back to enjoy watching cute Greg munch away. Jason's handsome face, pressed side-ways onto a pillow, was a study of bliss, his eyes closed, mouth open, on the edge of drooling. Soon enough, I heard the whir of vibrator motors, and accepted the trembling device Chad passed over to me. We went to work enlarging our intended cock-holsters. "Feel this," said Stewart. He had two digits deeply immersed in Stan's gut, but he pulled them out to let me feel. Stan had the firmest, strongest, tightest inner anal ring I'd ever encountered. It was thick and steely, like a cock ring. "Wow! This one may be a challenge!" I murmured. I was thinking that ole Stan might never be one to enjoy anal penetration, might even be our first Chadding failure. But Stewart loves a challenge. He shrugged, with his trademark wry smile. "There's magic to work here." He waved his buzzing wand delicately and settled the tip of it onto Stan's trembling sphincter. "Ohhhhhhhhh," groaned Stan. Stewart went to work gently circling that reluctant inner ring, while Stan moaned appreciatively. Meanwhile, Colin worked on Jase, and I mashed Ronnie's potatoes. Jason was the first to start begging. "Put it in me, Bud," he whined. "I'm ready, don't make me wait. Fuck me now, Col....Please, stick it in. Gimme that dick." Ronnie was quiet, but panting and drooling. He elevated his ass further and leaned into the vibrator, helping me stay over his sweet spot. Stan just moaned. We made poor Jason hold out for the full hour. At last, Colin removed the vibrator and carefully, smoothly, slid his slick, wet cock up his captive's ass. The target sort of gargled his approval. Finally, when Colin was pubes deep (if he'd had any), he grunted, "Yeah, baby. That's what I'm talkin' about. Do it." I wanted to watch, and help if necessary, Stewart impale Stan. Stew was exquisitely patient. He wormed his big dick-head into the outer porch of Stan's ass, where it quickly hit the rubbery inner ring. Then he twisted and flexed, gradually pushing gently, until the swollen, spongy orb suddenly popped through. Sure enough, Stan let out a gasp and jerked with just a momentary pang. Stewart held still, and Stan began to relax. Slipping the rest of the long unit up the chute was no big deal after that. Stan moaned again, and in just a moment, Stew was pressing his pubes against Stan's cute butt cheeks. Ron had been waiting patiently, but he was ready for the sacrifice. I smeared my cock- head around against his wet hole, and then pushed it in an inch. He let out a breath quietly. "More," he said. I complied, thrusting a half-inch deeper on every stroke, until I was all the way in. Our boys were getting fucked, and all three were quite happy about it. We had a dozen spectators crowding around behind us by this time. There were one or two jibes directed at our straight-boy customers, but hell, half or more of the onlookers were scheduled for the same treatment in coming days, or wanted to be, and I figured the rest would, too, if they could work up the balls to say so. (Most would within the next few months). It would get so that an anal virgin among our younger straight men would be as rare as a skinny guy on a Harley. But the culture of easy acceptance of homosexual experimentation in our family was the key ingredient. The three of us shot our loads into our respective bitches, breeding the three men for the first time. In that way, they would be ours forever. Then, we stepped back and let others have a turn, provided they asked permission first. "Ronnie, it's me, Joe. Can I have a go?" "Jason, Zack. Ok, Buddy?" "Hey, Stan. Butch here. You up for it?" We all took silent drooling with eyes closed as consent. In a moment, all three were getting pile-driven a second time. Mike and Jeff had some trouble jostling up to the head of the line to get a turn, but I saw with amusement that both of them did-Jeff nailed Ronnie and Mike wedged his fatty into Stan. "Damn. Like to have strangled my dick to death!" he declared upon his dripping withdrawal. "He's a tight sum-bitch." --- A Family Affair --- We called a halt after each had been screwed half a dozen times. We let them sleep then, asses dripping, while we rocked on the porch. Eddie appeared, smiling, with a pitcher of cold milk and a tray of fresh cookies. In gratitude, Stewart sucked him off on the spot. Life was lookin' good! As we downed the last sips and crumbs, Ralph strolled up. He stood beside Colin and caressed his son's shoulder affectionately. After some feeble attempts at small-talk, he got around to his business. "Hey, Colin and Will, I was sitting with Scott at breakfast, and we got to talking. Seems like we are more family than ever now, with you two so tight-and we're all really happy about that, by the way. Anyway, we wondered if you guys have plans for the rest of the afternoon, now that you've done your work with those unconscious hunks of meat in there in your bed. How'd you like to take a pontoon out, just us dads and sons? Jeff and Mike, too, I mean. We could fish, talk, get to know one another better, especially us old guys-I know you youngsters know one another pretty well already. How's that sound?" He almost sounded like a junior high kid asking a popular girl out on a first date, all shy and nervous, fearful of rejection. I looked over at Colin. His eyebrows said, "It's up to you, babe." Exactly as I feared. I hate having the pressure of a decision put entirely on me. Sometimes I wish I didn't understand all of Colin's facial expressions quite so well. Well, if Dad and the bros were in, I reasoned, it might be OK. Better than if it was just us and Ralph, a real conversation train wreck if ever there was one. "Fine by me," I offered. "I don't think we have anything else set just yet, and I guess we're done here." Colin nodded. "Sure, Dad." Ralph looked pleased and relieved. He really was becoming more and more human to me each time I was around him. "I'll go load a cooler and check out a boat. The others will be by in ten minutes, and you can come down together." He set off briskly for the lake. "You're a good sport, Will," said Stewart. He gave me an approving wink. Colin smiled proudly. "What?" asked Chad, oblivious to the whole situation. "L-a-t-e-r," mouthed Stewart. Chad had some catching up to do on family gossip. Just then, Mike strolled up, munching a cookie, and the conversation was mercifully shifted. He stood at my right side, and I reached up and caressed his balls gently. That kept him by me, shifting his legs apart slightly, though he jumped right in with the group's chit-chat as if nothing was happening at all in his crotch area. His handsome dick sprung straight out from his groin. The others eyed it admiringly, which Mike certainly noted with pride, vain as he was about his tackle. Not one of the biggest dicks on deck, it was certainly one of the prettiest. Chad, on his other side, could stand the visual stimulation only so long. He reached over and ran his arm between Mike's thighs, pulling him around toward him and out of my grasp. Mike's dick slipped into Chad's mouth and right down his throat. Mike swung his leg over Chad's legs, straddling his new fellator. Now, we were all treated to even hotter visuals, as Mike's delectable buttocks clenched in appreciation of the blow-job he was receiving. He gave occasional soft moans as Chad's lips and tongue massaged and suckled his firm unit. Just as Mike fired his volley into Chad's throat, Jeff arrived. "Damn, Bro, I never see your dick anymore-you always have it stuck in somebody," he commented. But he sounded just a bit envious. He leaned over to spread Mike's ass cheeks apart and examine his pucker, while his subject was preoccupied with post-ejaculatory bliss. "Your ass looks like it's recovered from that little venture into gayness you made. So, when are you going to give me a shot at that hole, Mike?" Mike did not dignify that question with an answer. He just stroked Chad's temple and said, "Thanks, Bud. That was damn nice of you." Dad appeared just then, and Colin and I rose to take our leave of Stew and Chad. Dad looked slightly awkward, then relaxed. "Guys, why don't you two come along, too? There's plenty of room. I know you're all getting to be really close, it doesn't make sense to exclude you guys. Ralph will be fine with it." The four of us nodded. Chad and Stewart looked at one another and shrugged? "Sure, let's go," agreed Stewart. So off the seven of us went to join Ralph at the boat. "I know you won't mind, Ralph-I brought extras," Dad announced. "Sorry I didn't think of it myself, Scott," Ralph boomed. And so, we hopped aboard one of the nicer pontoon boats, and out into the lake we cruised. Soda cans popped (no beer on Ralph's boat!) and the naked passengers sprawled on the padded faux-leather seats. Of course, it wasn't long before things took a randy turn. Jeff, rooster-boy that he is, started it, by sidling over to Dad, standing between Dad's legs, resting his hands on Dad's shoulders, and grinning at him. Jeff's swinging meat market was positioned right in Dad's attention zone. No dummy, Dad took the hint and began to massage his son's genitals, smiling good-humoredly. Jeff's erection rose to the occasion, and Dad slipped it into his mouth. Ralph eased off on the throttle. We were out in the middle of the lake now, and it was as good a place as any to drop anchor and linger. Stewart and Chad obliged with bow and stern anchors, and then sat together to watch the Jeff and Scott Show. Spotlight soon moved to Colin, though. Ralph was still seated at the cockpit. Colin sauntered over to his dad and swung a leg over his dad's knees. He rested his butt on the wheel, and gazed intently into Ralph's eyes. Ralph knew what to do. He took the half-limp cock of his son into his mouth and lipped it up to full inflation, fondling Colin's ball sack as he did so. Both dads were now occupied with their first-borns. For several minutes, the rest of us watched appreciatively, hands drifting to our own crotches for a little fondling and stroking. Mike fisted his dick openly. He wasn't one to masturbate in the presence of a willing mouth or anus, though. In a moment, he strode confidently over my way. He lifted me under the arms off the seat, and swiveled me around. I knelt on the bench. Stewart considerately (always thinking of my best interests) handed him a tube of lube, which he applied to my butt and his stick, and then he went to hunching me. I knew right away, I'd be pulling a train. With other horny guys right there and watching Mike fuck my willing ass, the others would certainly want in on the fun. Sure enough, Mike nutted within just a few minutes. Chad practically danced into place to follow him. And Stewart got in line, playing with his partner's ass cheeks while Chad clenched them vigorously, thrusting his lovely cock into my colon. By now, Jeff had sprayed Dad's tonsils with his pressure-wash, and Colin had done the same for his dad, too. Either of them could produce another load on demand, though. Dad stood and walked over to Stewart, clasping his hips. "May I have this dance?" Stewart grinned and lifted his eyebrows. "I thought you'd never ask!" So Dad pulled Stew aside and rutted him at the boat rail, Stew gripping the railing stoutly. I didn't get to watch, since my face was to the outside, but I could hear the skin slapping on skin and Stew's slight grunts as Dad dug deep into his gut. This scene was getting seriously sexy. Chad sprayed my sausage casing with semen. With Stewart momentarily distracted by my dad, my stern area was now open to invasion from another conquistador. I glanced back and saw Ralph whisper quickly into Colin's ear. Colin shrugged and gave a little askew grin, which Ralph answered. I knew that expression, too. It said, "Hell, I don't know. It's between you and him." So I knew what was on Ralph's mind. Then Ralph approached me, somewhat hesitantly. "Will, do you mind?" Crunch time. I knew this moment would come. Was I ready for it, or would I resent it later? What would it be like to get fucked by Colin's (formerly) worthless, drunk homophobic dad? I wasn't particularly attracted to him, sexually, but I was getting to be more comfortable around him, and what the fuck, there were lots of guys who'd fucked my willing ass lately that did not exactly turn me on big time. I heard my voice say, more steadily than I felt, "Be my guest." Big, kind of rough paws grasped my butt cheeks. I felt my crack widening with the pull of them. A blunt, spongy cock-head touched my rectum. It pressed against the opening, widening it. The head was large, softly padded, but insistent. It popped through my outer ring, which then closed around a thick, firm shaft. Slowly, but inevitably, it descended into the depths of my being. I felt the tickle of pubes on my butt and the pressure of the pubic mound. I smiled within: Ralph was a good three-quarters of an inch shorter in the dick department than his son. Thick, though! He withdrew most of the way, then slid the shaft back in me again. He began to fuck me. His thrusts were firm and authoritative, like he meant it, but nowhere near the brute Colin had described from former, drunken days. He didn't manhandle me by any means. His hands caressed my back and sides almost gently. He even massaged my shoulders and neck as he plunged in and out. It felt good! After several minutes, I heard his breathing intensify, and the pace of his fucking became a little quicker, more staccato. Then, there was a deep jab, and he squirted his juice into me, through several deep follow-up jabs. At last, he stood still, imbedded as deeply into my butt as his cock could go. I turned my head toward Colin. He was watching a little apprehensively, but with a small smile of pride and appreciation on his face, and a tiny tear glinting on his cheekbone. I smiled back. To me, his smile said, 'Thank you. I love you.' I hoped my smile said, 'Look, my love, I have the sperm that made you in my cunt now. It feels good! We are one in yet another way, and life is good.' But maybe that's a big message for a puny little smile.