Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 19:58:27 EST From: DarkNDreary98765@aol.com Subject: The Incest Club - Chapter Ten All the members of the club had shown up at the first football game of the season to watch Joe play. They were proud of their star member. The younger had split from the fathers and started walking around the football grounds. The only members that hadn't come were Jeff, Evan, West and Carlson, they all had to work but had wished Joe the best by phone. Kyle, Mike, Mark, Brock, Dave, Scott, Luke, Jordan, Ian, Chris, Zack, Anthony, Brad, Sean, Caesar, and Hans grouped together and walked behind the bleachers. The horny twins had dared everyone to strip. No one would. They taunted them as they removed their clothes. The two fifteen year old boys stripped off everything and started to play with each others cock. They stroked each other and kissed each others piss slits. They palmed each others balls and would lick their fingers and slide them up each others ass. The rest of the guys just watched. It was obvious that the twins had an affect on them. The bulges in their pants were all straining against the fabric of their pants. The twins continued their playing around with each other. Then they focused their attentions on Ian. They knew they could get him to join. Mike walked up to Ian and rubbed his naked body against Ian's leg. Ian tried to ignore him. Mike reached down and unzipped Ian's jeans and reached inside and pulled the twenty-four year olds seven inch rod out. Ian moaned softly as Mike stroked it. Mark made his way to Ian and Mike and played with Ian's cock and kissed his mouth. The other guys were all very excited but knew that they could all be caught and tried to block anyone from being able to see what was happening. Hans was watching the two young boys play with Ian. He watched as they undid his jeans and pulled them to his knees and started to suck Ian's stiff seven incher. He looked around and unzipped his jeans and pulled his own cock out and started stroking. The twins saw this and Mike made his way to the Swede and helped him out. He stroked Hans's uncut cock and then swallowed it. Hans groaned in pleasure. He stepped closer to Ian and Mark where his pants were eventually taken off of him. Hans stood beside Ian, both were now naked from the waste down and were having their dicks serviced by the horny twins. The gang watched. Their cocks still straining against the fabric, one by one they undid their zippers and pulled their dicks out and stroked. Brock had looked down at Chris and said, "Suck me." Chris dropped to his knees and took Brock's six inch pole in his mouth. Brock shook at the sensation of his loves warm mouth sliding over his meat. Zack turned to Caesar and saw that Caesar was stripping out of his pants. Zack tried to stop his Italian boy but couldn't. Caesar leaned against one of the metal supports of the bleachers and pulled his ass cheeks apart, "You love me now." Zack's cock was ready to bust out of its skin. He spit in his and slicked up his cock and jabbed the Italian boy's ass. He started to pump him nice and easy while Caesar stroked his own cock. Kyle took hold of the seam in the back of Luke's jeans and tore it open like a candy bar wrapper. He licked his finger and shoved it up the fifteen year olds ass and fingered him roughly. Luke yipped, then started to enjoy the rough play. Anthony sat on one of the cement bases of the metal supports and pulled the fifteen year old into his lap impaling Luke's ass with his seven inch cock. He bounced the boy in his lap at a rapid pace. Luke moaned loudly having the twenty year olds fat dick inside him. Brad reached down and took Sean's cock in his hand and Sean took Brad's cock. They tongue kissed while they jerked each other off. Dave had knelt before Anthony and started sucking his five and a half inch rod. Scott turned to Jordan, "Fuck me?" Jordan nodded and pulled his loves jeans down. Jordan sat on the ground and Scott straddled him and sat in his lap facing him. Jordan's five inch cock slid inside the seventeen year olds ass. They held each other as Scott rode his the twenty year olds dick. Just as each of the gang were about to blow their loads they saw Brad and Sean hit the ground. The half naked guys stood up. There was four guys standing there and they had just punched Brad and Sean in the face. "Fucking faggots. You dirty fucking faggots," the biggest of the four biker looking guys said. "We're going to kick your ass. You faggots need to be killed. AIDS should get all of you." He pulled out a knife. The other three guys pulled out knives also. The gang just stood there trying to pull their pants up or put them on depending on the state of undress they were in. None had time to even think about shoving their softening cocks back in their pants. They stared at the men. "Look man," Brock started, "just leave us alone." "Oh, you'd like that. To be able to get away with molesting kids. We aint going to let you get away with nothing." The guy moved and took a swipe with his knife and cut Brock across the chest. Brock grabbed his chest as blood poured out and soaked his shirt. Chris tried to help him. "We'll give you anything," said Ian, "what do you want?" "A bunch of dead fags," the guy said angrily. Brock collapsed from a light headed feeling. Chris burst into tears, "Brock, Brock." Kyle and Luke made a run for it. Two of the guys gave chase and tackled them. They started punching them and beating on them. One punch knocked Luke unconscious. The other man choked Kyle until he went unconscious. The men dragged the two limp bodies back to the gang under the bleachers. Scott started to shake and cry seeing his brother laying on the ground with blood on his face. Jordan tried to calm him and was met with a knife in his side. He fell on his knees and collapsed forward. Scott went to lean down when one of the guys pounded him in the head with their fist knocking him forward and dazed. The twins looked at each other. They only had time to pull their jeans up. They nodded and took off under the bleachers in opposite directions. Two guys began chasing them. Mike darted further under the bleachers where the bigger guy couldn't reach him. He moved stealthfully between the girders. The guy tried to catch him but Mike was too fast and disappeared around a corner. Mark played the same tactic with his pursuer. Just as he had come to a place where he could make a clear shot to freedom the guy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him backwards. The guy threw Mark to the ground and kicked him in the face. "Get up you little faggot and get back there." Mark was unconscious and didn't respond, the guy kicked him a second time in the face and then dragged him back to the group. He was unaware that the other twin had gotten away. As he reached the area where everyone was he heard that the other boy had darted to freedom. "Doesn't matter though. The kid aint going to tell anyone that he was back here fucking around with a bunch of faggots." From either direction the fathers came walking around the bleachers. Ed, Gary and Steve to the right and Kevin, Tom, Lee and Al to the left. They had the guys surrounded and were on their way to their sons. As the attackers tried to run, two State Police cruisers pulled into the back of the field. They had left their sirens and lights off so as to not draw any attention. The four troopers got out of their cars and drew their guns, Carlson and West ran up and cuffed the attackers and piled them in the cars. Jeff had called for an ambulance and asked that the siren be silent when they arrived and no lights. The four troopers walked to the beaten and bloodied guys. Brock had lost a lot of blood. Jordan was also very pale from his blood loss. Sean, Brad, Luke, Kyle , Scott and Mark were all beaten up and some of them still unconscious. The fathers got their boys decent and told the others to zip themselves. As they finished fixing the clothes of those boys that were unconscious the ambulance pulled up. Each of the boys received medical treatment and everyone was taken to the hospital. Brock and Jordan were in very serious condition. Brock was in and out of consciousness and Jordan hadn't opened his eyes since he collapsed. Their fate was unknown. Three days later the men were standing around a casket in the cemetery. There was silence and tears. The men of the club tried to console one another in their loss. Chris sobbed with Dave. Lee held Gary tightly in his arms and heaved tears. Gary cried uncontrollably as he squeezed his longtime friend. The Reverend said his prayers and the casket was lowered into the ground. The men tossed a rose in the hole one by one and said their good-byes. The last two up to the hole were Gary and Tom. They dropped their roses and turned away. "What we will do without him?" asked Tom. "We'll get by. We'll get through this together," answered Gary who was embraced by Tom. The men walked from the grave site and to their vehicles. Chris walked back to the grave and stared at the casket. His eyes welled with tears. A hand touched his shoulder and he turned. "Come on, we have to go now." "Why? Why did this happen to him Brock?" Brock shrugged. "Things just happen Chris, we don't know why," he took Chris in his arms. "I'm going to miss him," Chris said. "Me too," replied Brock as he turned and walked to the cars where the others stood. "We have to get that bastard that did this," said Tom angrily through his tears. "He was just a kid for God's sake. Just a kid." Lee spoke, "We'll get him Tom, we'll get him." Jordan walked up to Gary, "I'm really sorry about all this." Gary nodded, "Thanks." "This should have never happened," Jordan added. Gary burst into to tears, "My boy, my boy is gone." The men moved in around Gary to console him. Evan and Jeff were at their apartment after the funeral. They held each other. "I just can't believe what's happened. I can't believe that Mark is gone," said Evan. "That dirty mother fucker. I'm going to make sure he never sees the light of day again. I swear Evan, I want that bastard dead," said Jeff. "Calm down Jeff. I know you're angry. We can't get like this," said Evan. Jeff shook his head in disgust, "Mark was killed by a blow to the head. The guy kicked him in the head and killed him. He was only fifteen years old. The guy needs to die. He needs to be taught a fucking hard lesson." Evan pulled Jeff close, "We'll take care of him Jeff, we'll get him, I promise you that. We'll get him." Is this any good? Do you like it more? I thought that I'd throw a little drama into the mix. Let me know. Write to: DarkNDreary98765@aol.com.