Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:03:56 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division, gay male, incest chapter 8 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 EIGHT INITIATION, part two Dad and Colin and I sat on the sofa, right in front of the action. Hell, I'd be up there twice (not everybody knew that yet), and I needed to be close, and see what others did. I'd never even so much as seen anybody fuck before, live, except the guys doing Eddie earlier that morning, and that was quick and dirty. Nick and Jared took the loveseat at ninety degrees to our left. Opposite us, four chairs had been drawn up, and they were occupied by Steve and Andy, and Stewart and Joey. At ninety degrees to our right, Eddie sat in the easy chair. There were two empty smaller chairs beside that, for Greg and Rob when they finished. Greg looked at Eddie, and he nodded. Greg and Rob crawled up onto the leather ottoman, which was six feet across, their scrotums dangling vulnerably, and both showing pink assholes to the spectators. Several viewers giggled nervously, knowing they'd be there shortly. Job number one was to fluff Rob, who was not the least bit hard, and not too impressively hung soft, though otherwise, he was a fine-looking fellow. He was only middle height, short by our standards (though taller than little Greg), but had a nice, all-over tan and a lean, toned body with little body hair. He rotated around to lie on his back, his knees bent, legs spread, and feet planted flat. He had pretty, rather than handsome, feet. His glasses had been removed. Greg moved in on his target. Greg slurped his cock up into his mouth and began to work it with his tongue and lips. Rob laid his head back and closed his eyes, imagining, perhaps, that he and Greg were utterly alone, or his fellator had big tits. His dick did begin to respond quickly. It shot up to what looked like around seven inches, quite acceptable anywhere except within the Caldwell clan. Greg was hard, too, and his big dick made Rob's look much less significant. I glanced at Dad's crotch to see how he was doing. Ready for lift-off. No need to fluff here. Suddenly, Greg swiveled around and presented his backside to Rob, on his knees. Rob pulled Greg's plug, a little too quickly. Maybe he was fearful of losing his erection. He grabbed the closest lube bottle (there were several), and smeared his dick and Greg's hole. His dick was shiny, and looking much more respectable now. His fingers, three of them, disappeared inside Greg's butt hole. Then, Rob pressed his cock head against the hole and looked at Eddie, who nodded. The head slipped in. Greg just flicked his eyebrows good-naturedly. "Go on," he said. Rob slid the rest of the way in slowly. Then, he began to fuck with his hips. He rested his hands on Greg's hips, but as his thrusts increased in force and speed, he grasped Greg's pelvis and pulled it toward him on each thrust. Greg began to groan, sort of "uhhhhhh." Eddie watched his face carefully for any sign of discomfort. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between sexual agony and sexual ecstasy. It took Rob just five more minutes to breed Greg. His own face became more contorted, twisting his handsome features. Sweat began to dribble from his hairline. It gathered in beads on his upper lip, which was strangely white as the rest of his face turned red. At last, he jabbed Greg's gut abruptly and shuddered. He was pumping seed into his bitch. The breeding was accomplished. The two froze for a moment as the fuck-tube emptied itself. There was no applause-this scene sort of felt like a performance, but that was not its purpose. Eddie tossed towels to the two young men, and they rose to take their places beside him, Greg carefully placing his towel under his soon-to-be-dripping rump. Nick and Jared, up next, had been casually fondling one another during Greg and Rob's little exhibition, but nothing serious. They appeared quite confident they'd be able to accomplish the assigned task with us looking on. Both sported big boners, which the brothers kept fresh with light strokes and tickles. Their close relationship was a turn-on to me. Jared kept whispering into Nick's ear, and Nick would smile; they were obviously very into one another, and appeared very devoted, with Jared clearly the dominant one of the pair. Now, they crawled toward us onto the platform. Jared was a filled-out, mature, and very sexy version of his younger brother. It gave me hope for Nick to be even much hotter in five years, if Jared was any indication. I seemed to remember Jared having skinny legs, too, a few years earlier. Nick turned around to present his rump toward Eddie, and Jared gently pulled, then relaxed, then pulled Nick's plug until it slid smoothly out. Nick relaxed his sphincter in a demonstration of muscle control. Damn! I was glad I had a good view of that! The opening held its shape, round as a golf ball, deep pink inside, disappearing into dark, clean recesses. Jared immediately planted his tongue inside and began to French-kiss his brother's rectum. He pressed his face against Nick's buttocks. He was not a member of the SSD himself, but as far as I could tell, he was far from straight. My cock soared from my midsection. I decided to lie with my head in Dad's lap, his hard dick against my right ear, and rest my feet on Colin's thighs. I needed to massage my unit as I watched this sexy pair. I didn't get to, though. Dad reached over and did it for me. I was totally OK with that, but having my dad fondle me like that was so new, it still sort of flipped my wig. Every time I started to go too far toward ejaculation, he moved up to finger my navel and tweak my nipples. But Colin began to massage my feet. Then, as Jared licked Nick's hairless balls from the backside (his were hairless, too), Colin lifted my left foot and began to lick and suck on it. There was no danger whatever of my losing my erection anytime soon with all this going on. My challenge would be not to cum while on the sidelines. Jared turned to those of us sitting around watching, and said, "Man, I've been so looking forward to this! Breaking in my little brother! What a great job to get!" He grinned with pride and anticipation, and ran his hands up Nick's backside from buttocks to shoulders. Jared picked up a lube bottle and began to prep his brother's smooth hole. Nick opened it up for him again, and he inserted a gooey finger without even touching the opposite side of the hole, it was now so big. He swirled his finger around it. His big, cut cock was so hard, it was jerking with his heart-beat, which seemed rapid. "Ready, Bro?" "Do it. Bro." Jared pulled up behind Nick's ass, planted his big cockhead where his tongue and fingers had been earlier, and leaned forward. The two bodies were smoothly joined as one in a single fluid motion. Nick smiled with satisfaction. "Feels so good, Jar." "You're telling me!" Jared began to slide his meat slowly in and out. He brought the big head almost all the way out, then reversed smoothly and eased it back again. They did this for several minutes, driving themselves, and us, crazy with lust. Rob had sat down on the front of his chair, sporting a renewed hard-on, and at first, Greg sat beside him. After a moment, though he moved over and sat in Rob's lap, on his erection. Rob watched the action over Greg's left shoulder, while Greg wiggled on his lap. I turned over on my side, away from the action, and nursed on Dad's nuts. Being able to take that liberty with him was also such a new thing-it sort of blew my mind. Colin continued to slick my toes with his tongue. Dad's fingers moved from my crotch to my ass, fingering my butt plug, and tickling down toward my low-hanging testicles. I later observed that Rob's gaze was riveted on my butt. I turned my head back toward the "stage." Now, Nick was flat on his back, his long, slim feet raised and spread, pulling them back at the knees. Jared's weight rested primarily on his feet, planted on the floor, but his crotch was still plastered against Nick's anus. His buttocks still rose and fell, but a little faster now. His balls hung to the leather of the ottoman. Like most of the tops, he'd left his ass unshaven, and it looked strong and manly. These brothers' legs were hairier than our family average, and Jared's were sexy as hell, so long and muscular. He took hold of his brother's thin ankles and pulled upward, rising with Nick's buttocks so that he was standing straight beside the table, suspending Nick upside down by the ankles, though his shoulders, and most of his weight, rested on the leather surface. He continued hunching, his balls still dangling low. He picked up his pace. Nick's face was turning a little red, and he was kind of huffing. Eddie caught his eye and raised his eyebrows. Nick managed a strained smile, and nodded rather blissfully. The fucking continued. Suddenly, Nick began to vocalize indescribably, and cum shot out of his dangling, but brick-hard cock onto his stomach and chest. Nick wiped up a glob on his finger and ran it into his mouth. Looking up, he saw Jared curving his tongue out at him. He scooped up another big glob and lifted it to Jared's mouth. Jared closed his eyes and smiled, still humping. Jared now stood on the ottoman and curled Nick's ankles over his shoulders. Now the long, slender feet dangled over his back towards us. Jared was driving his dick up and down into Nick's chute like a well-driller. Eddie looked at his watch. "Can you finish him?" he asked. "Oh, Man-n-n," groaned Jared, "This is so much fun!" "You'll have plenty more fucks once you finish this one," laughed Eddie. "We have four horny pairs waiting!" Jared carefully peeled Nick's legs forward so that he rolled off of his cock, and landed on all fours, his head flipping up right at Jared's crotch. Immediately, he latched on and started sucking the big dong that had just slipped out of his own butt. Jared stretched, his muscled backside awesome to behold, and I now noticed how he glistened with sweat. "Whoa, I'm too close," he cautioned. "Let me get back in the proper hole." He stepped around to Nick's backside and knelt again between his feet. He rammed his unit right back into the asshole it had previously emerged from, and again began to hunch, doggie-style. Now, we had full view of both men's faces as they rutted. Jared's thrusts were forceful now, with a purpose. We heard the rhythmic, wet slap of his thighs on Nick's hips. He was deep-dicking his bro powerfully. Nick's head snapped slightly at each blow to his backside. He moaned. Yet another set of ejaculations erupted from his dangling cock onto the leather. Then, Jared shouted and tossed his head in ecstasy. He thrust deeply into his brother's bowel. The servicing was accomplished, as requested. Both boys needed the towels Eddie handed them. I could already see a line of slime dripping down Nick's thigh as he hopped off the big ottoman. The brothers stepped out of the circle to dry themselves, as Steve and his brother Andy grinned at one another. Both sported big boners already, as did the whole room, except for Nick and Jared. Theirs would soon return, however. Nick mopped up his sperm puddle on the ottoman. Now, Steve, still grinning, lay on his back across the center of the ottoman, his head raised. Andy knelt at his head, facing his feet. Steve immediately sucked Andy's rod, a typical Caldwell unit at eight inches and thick, but one of the uncut models, into his mouth. Andy's heavy balls parted around Steve's handsome nose. Andy, for his part, pulled Steve's thighs forward under his arms, rolling Steve's back up. He jiggled Steve's butt-plug by its base, and slowly pulled it to stretch the anus again to maximum. Steve hummed on his big kazoo, while Andy ate him out. His long, curly hair flowed around Steve's buttocks. It seriously turned me on to see these pairs of brothers chowing down on one another's assholes. Soon, Andy reached for the lube, and just poured some into the open man-hole. He fingered it a bit, but was quickly satisfied. The garage was ready to receive its new vehicle. He pulled his cock from Steve's mouth with an audible pop. Taking his boy by the ankles, he spun him around to bring his oily butt in line with his own prostate pleaser, which was a thing of beauty once it unfurled its foreskin. In fact, Andy was model material all over. His body was not so tall, about five feet ten, but he was very well muscled, obviously knew his way around the free weights, and his waist was very narrow. He had firm, tight buttocks and thick, strong thighs. All these attributes were put on display as he thrust his prong into Steve's ready rump and went to work on him. At first, he leaned back to let us see the full length of his rod sliding in and out of the young man's insides. Soon, he let go of Steve's ankles, leaned on his hands, and increased the speed and force of his thrusting. Steve's eyes were closed, and he grunted on every thwack of Andy's hips against his butt. Then Andy pulled out and stood. Steve flipped over onto all fours, and Andy reinserted his big tab into the waiting slot. Steve kept his hips high, supporting himself on his knees, but his upper body collapsed onto the ottoman. Andy assumed a push-up position, stretched his legs out full length and supported them on his toes, and thwacked Steve's butt with his hips, driving his rod repeatedly into Steve's open gut. Steve moaned, Andy grunted, and then shuddered as his semen flowed into his recipient. Steve's ass was amply seeded. -2- Later, Eddie would tell me that, while many Caldwell men never attend one of these events, some get asked to service newbies on a somewhat regular basis. They become known, by word of mouth, as cherry-busting specialists. Joey, coming up soon, was getting to be one of these. Stewart was his third virgin, if indeed he was a virgin. Eddie himself had initiated a half a dozen or more men. The only man close to that score was-my dad, Scott! I was his fourth! He was known in the family for firm, lasting, trustworthy erections, and for gentleness, sensitivity, and staying power. All much in demand, said Eddie. The more I learned about his exploits, the more I felt proud of my papa! While we watched the final pair before Dad and I were up, Colin leaned in and sucked on my dick a bit. Dad was still hard as a stone, no worries there. I hoped I could remember what we had agreed upon, but clearly, Dad knew what he was doing-I was going to get good and fucked, no matter what I did! Steve and Andy returned to their seats, drying their sweat and cum with their towels, and I swiveled my feet to the floor, popping my dick out of Colin's greedy mouth. I took hold of Dad's dick and pulled him forward with me, smiling broadly. I heard the music shift into Carly Simon singing, "Nobody Does it Better." I laughed, and most of the others did, too. It was a perfect choice by Eddie. I was the only one tonight actually being busted by his father, since Ralph had not showed. Dad and I were twenty plus years apart in age, and he had as much on me in terms of experience. But we had equal parts lust and testosterone going for us. I let go of his cock and gave it a few slurps. I bent and presented him with my butt. He grasped the base of my butt plug and pulled it out slowly. I felt blessed release, and also unwelcome emptiness, at the same time. I craved something in its place in my ass, something a little longer, warmer, and more active. Dad knelt and rimmed my gaping hole. He poured lube onto his fingers generously and rubbed it over and into my rectum. I was ready to be entered. I lay on my side as Dad had suggested, and raised a leg. Dad got down beside and behind me and supported the upper leg with his arm. With the other hand, he lined up his cock to my big, open hole, and planted his bulbous cock head at the entry. "You ready, Will?" I just nodded. "I was born ready," I started to say, but just left it at that. I felt the head enter. It was big, but I was so prepped and psyched for it, I had no discomfort. It went past the second ring, fine, no pain. It was only after he pushed further than the butt plug had gone that I began to experience a little stretching sensation. Not pain really, but an unfamiliar fullness. He pushed all the way in. I felt his short pubes on my buns. He wrapped his upper arm over my shoulder and drew us closer together. He pulled most of the way out, paused, and pushed all the way back in, slowly. It felt fine. He did that again. It felt more than fine. Once more, and I was begging. "Oh, Dad, fuck me. Fuck your son, Dad. I love it. Harder." I heard his hips slap wetly on my backside. Each thrust hit me deep within my gut. I felt like I was being run through, but it wasn't painful, just exciting and pleasant. Dad pulled out suddenly, and I almost cried out. I wanted, no needed, him back inside me. But it was time to switch positions. I rolled up onto my knees, spread 'em, and presented my big round anal opening to the room. There were some low "Ahhh," sounds. I tried to 'wink' my asshole at Eddie, and I heard him laugh, so it must have worked. Dad repositioned himself, and drove his big cock back into me, quite forcefully. He whispered into my ear, "Let's show our cousins here what we can do. You up for it?" I nodded. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Dad, hard as you can fuck." He hurled himself into my gut, fell back, and thrust again. My butt and thigh muscles trembled with each blow. He was gradually driving me forward across the leather, but I scrambled back and pushed into him to regain my territory. "Shit." I heard Andy say. "Keep it fun, there, Bro," cautioned Eddie. "It IS fun," I gasped. "Time of my life." Dad's big dick was passing back and forth sensuously over my prostate, and every firm thrust of his crotch against my rectum sent a shiver through my entire pelvis. My own cock was like a steel rod, waggling with each pounding impact. I gasped again, and it erupted in a huge orgasm onto the leather. Sweat dripped from my forehead. My ass was on fire with pleasure. Then dad nutted, too. He stiffened his whole body. I felt his spongy dick head swell in my gut. Then, trembling, he let loose with the very baby batter I was formed from. I felt deeply that my dream had been fulfilled. I was bred for real by my dad, whom I loved and admired. I was pregnant from him somehow. I had his life in me. We were united as one from this moment. Dad slipped from my anus, panting. He pulled me up into his sweaty arms and drew me to his sweaty chest in a strong, happy embrace. "Thank you, Son. Thank you for letting me be part of this with you." "I love you, Dad," I answered. We kissed. My virginity was gone. I was a man indeed. -3- As we dried ourselves behind our sofa, Stewart and Joey stood and crawled onto the leather surface. They were definitely a hot couple. Stewart lay on his back, and Joey lifted his legs up over his own thighs. He caressed Stew's midsection and rubbed over his abdomen and up to his pecs. They looked into one another's eyes with mischief. Dad and I resumed our seats, but now I snuggled up against my next dance partner, Colin. Joey reached under and pulled the plug out of Stewart's ass, and Stew's eyes glassed over a bit. He gave a little moan. Joey pushed his knees back, and Stew's butt rolled over to display his gaping hole. Joey poured and massaged some oil in. Then he rolled the legs back most of the way, set his big train engine at the entrance to the tunnel, and let Stewart's thighs drop back down over his own, sliding the long column into the tube. Joey began to thrust his hips forward. We had the pleasure of viewing the beauty of Stewart's long, lean, and strong body, beautifully tanned and groomed right down to the toenails, draped across Joey's crotch as he knelt beneath Stew's rump. Joey reached up and caressed Stewart's nips, and rubbed on his rippling stomach. He put his hands under his partner's buttocks and lifted and dropped Stew's pelvis onto his own, as his hips continued thrusting. Stewart's eyes closed, and he had the look of utter contentment. His dick was sticking straight up. Joey grasped it and began jacking as he thrust. The men came within seconds of one another, Stewart's visible spray arcing up over his abdomen to his neck and chest in a fountain, Joey's invisible injection squirting into Stew's willing gut. Joey lay down atop Stewart and the two men kissed deeply. I heard Stewart say, "Thank you, man," into Joey's ear, which he then nibbled on as Joey responded, inaudibly to me. They lay in bliss for a moment, as Colin and I looked into one another's eyes. "Ready, Stud-doggie?" "You're taking a big chance on me. I never even did this!" "I think you have the instincts. I'm not worried. Besides, just to give you something to think about-if you screw it up, your dad and his brother are both sitting right here, and either one could take over and finish the job for you." He was smirking as he said this. "Thank you for reminding me. I think I can handle it, baby. I'm going to make you my bitch." "Hmmmm. Nice," he leaned in and kissed me deeply. His dick soared. Mine had been hard as stone for over an hour already, and I'd come once, while Dad was fucking me. I did not expect that to be a problem, though, once I was imbedded in Colin's beautiful, solid-muscle, all-man ass. I thought of the previous morning, when I'd humped Eddie. It felt s-o-o-o-o-o-o good. Nice and slick, and tight-it gripped my schlong all the way from head to root. I'd never fucked pussy, but my impression was that it was looser. I knew that Colin was truly inexperienced, and expected him to be a nice, tight ride. This was going to be fun. I just hoped I wouldn't blow my wad on the second stroke. As planned, I lay down on my back across the center of the ottoman, spread-eagle like Leonardo DaVinci's famous figure drawing. My erection lay across my abdomen, past my navel. Colin stepped astride my hips and towered over me. I had a terrific and lascivious view of his butt, his taint, his low-dangling balls, all pink and smooth, and his big honker of a dick, very hard, but jutting straight out from his body. He slowly began to bend into a squat over me. As he descended, I reached up and grabbed that last remaining butt-plug, and gave I a gentle twist and slow pull. It wrenched out of its lodging and pulled away from his big, red hole. I grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous handful into my palm. As his anus approached my groin area, I slicked it up, inside and out, wiping the excess onto my member, which I hoisted into position to fill the approaching opening. I made adjustments in angle to meet his asshole coming down. The head of my cock made contact with the opening, which it filled immediately. Colin slowed his movement. Gradually and gently, he let his weight settle on my phallus. My swollen head entered the vestibule of his anus. He drew in a breath, but more in anticipation than any pain. He pulled up slightly, then settled again. This time, he went deeper. Again, he raised himself, moving smoothly and almost hydraulically on his strong leg muscles. His beautiful feet beside my hips tensed, bearing and balancing his body. Then, Collin slowly and gracefully sat down on my hips. His butt was pressed into my crotch. My entire Caldwell rig was pressed up into his colon. He was facing away from me at this point, and I thrilled to watch his back and shoulder muscles operate beneath his smooth, tanned skin. Up and down, he moved, sliding smoothly. After a few minutes he turned. I waited to see if he was moving to doggie position. No, he turned. He descended upon me again, this time facing me. This time, there was nothing gradual about it. He just sat on my pole, his own fleshy pole hanging over my abdomen. I poured some lube on it and jacked it as he worked his ass on my erection. He had an expression of absolute nirvana on his handsome face. Clearly, he was enjoying this ride immensely. I glanced around the room. Everyone was captivated, their eyes riveted on the union of our pelvic regions-everyone except Dad, whose eyes were fixed on my happy face, beaming with his pride and love. I felt a rain of warm drops sprinkle my chest. Colin was shooting big sprays of cum across my torso. I never saw so much emerge from one man's dick in one ejaculation. This was the very definition of being 'hosed.' As I milked the last drops from his bull-udder, he stood again, and pulled me to my feet before him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. "It's everything I hoped for," he breathed into my ear. "Thank you for this weekend. You've made this the greatest day of my life." "And we're not finished yet," I responded. "Let's do the deed!" Smiling, he kissed me again, and turned, kneeling. He leaned forward as I also knelt at his buttocks, between his lower legs. I slid my cock up his chute smoothly and firmly. He leaned forward even lower. I started fucking strongly. He spread his thighs, and our legs collided solidly and wetly in the thwacking noise we'd heard earlier couples make. I tried to come almost all the way out of his ass on every stroke, and drive powerfully all the way back in. On each collision with his body, he rocked forward and pushed back. That set his balls to swinging, and soon his and mine were colliding merrily as we fucked. It didn't hurt-it felt sexy and pleasant. I was having a wonderful time. But I wasn't cumming, and I knew Eddie would be looking at his watch in a moment (actually, he told me later he was so mesmerized by the beauty of the two bodies joining before him, he forgot what time it was when we started. Our half-hour could have gone on all night.) But Colin began to slide forward to lie face down on the ottoman, his feet sliding backward to hang off the other end. I went down, too, of course, hunching my hips all the way. I decided I did need more pressure, tight as my lover's ass was. I moved my feet over to the outside of his legs and pressed inward, drawing his knees almost together. Oh, my. That created pressure against my fucking cock as well as the tightness of his rectum. It felt sensational. Colin began to grunt. It became apparent later that he was erupting with another big ejaculation onto the much-abused leather of the ottoman. I planted my chin over his shoulder beside his neck and thrust as deeply into him as I could go, several times, hard. My cock exploded in the longest, hardest, most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I think I shouted out loud in exultation. I lay, sweating, atop my manly, muscular bitch. I had filled his cunt with my cream. He was mine.