Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:35:05 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: Special Services Division, Chapter16, 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 SIXTEEN: SATURDAY, THE MORNING AFTER We slept right through Eddie's pancake breakfast, but we were not the only ones. And a slew of other men, mainly older ones, got up before dawn, not long after we went to sleep, to get out on the lake to fish-after all, that was their main reason for being here! It was Stewart who woke first, and wobbled out to the bar, where there was always coffee available. He brought three mugs back to the bedroom and poked us awake. Once we became semi-conscious, we took our coffees out on the side porch to sip and rock while our brains re-solidified. In just minutes, Colin and I were due for kitchen duty, and Stewart was scheduled to do massage duty on the front corner of the porch. We found that soups for lunch were already simmering. All we had to do was prep vegetables for a salad bar, but that was a lot of chopping. We also helped wrap baking potatoes for the night's dinner, which would cleverly entice the straight men to do much of the work by grilling their own steaks outside. Eddie was baking pies and rolls. Colin filled him in on developments with Ralph while we worked. "I saw him this morning, and he was the happiest I've known him to be since I was a little kid. He was going into town for some reason, but he said he'd be back by lunchtime. You know, Colin, your dad used to be a really nice, fun guy. I hope he can be that guy again." Colin looked happy and hopeful. I stayed out of it. But at lunch, Ralph showed up, back nude again, but bearing a shopping bag. He just waved at Colin, and sat with several guys his own age. He drank iced tea. Afterward, Stewart had kitchen duty, and Colin and I went by our room to cuddle for half an hour or so, and then we planned to go to the weight shack to work out. Ralph knocked at our door-jamb, though, and interrupted our little siesta. He wanted to introduce himself to Colin's boyfriend-me. He had a small speech prepared, about how much he appreciated my filling in for him at Eddie's, and all that I meant to Colin. He assured me that he was doing his best to get his life together, and that he meant to continue. He still had his shopping bag, and he took two little boxes out of it, one for Colin and one for me. We were both speechless. Inside, we found a small, jeweled pin for each of us, identical. "For your navels," he explained. "I saw you didn't have any body jewelry, and I thought you might like to. This is an easy start, you can pierce yourselves. Or Eddie can." We were still speechless. I began to hope, though, that this was a sign the old bigot really had changed his attitude. As much as I hated to admit it, I really liked the gift. Colin rose and hugged his dad. Side by side, I could see the resemblance in some ways. Ralph had let himself go some, over the years. A nip and a tuck here and there, and he'd still be a fine-looking man. Colin must get some very nice features from Elaine, though. I decided to suck it up and be a man. I stood also and, when Colin pulled back from Ralph, I stepped in and gave him a friendly hug, too. He seemed a little surprised, but he hugged back appreciatively. He didn't hang around, though. He excused himself to go fishing. Colin and I went straight out to the kitchen to show Eddie our gifts. "Cool," he said. "Want to put 'em in?" Ever prepared, he just happened to have needles and sterilizer in his room, and left his pies baking to sit us down on the end of his bed and locate suitable little flaps in each of our navels to pierce. In no time, we were pierced, disinfected, and bejeweled. They looked damn good! "Those are real diamonds and rubies there, boys," said Eddie. "Ralph has had his issues, but cheapness is not one of them. So be careful with them." "Our stomachs get rubbed against a lot of things," said Colin. "But we'll do our best." We did go on to the weight shack, which really had all kinds of exercise equipment in it, not just weights, and we did a free-weight workout together. Eddie had a set at his place, and we had used them a few times there, when we were not too tired from our outdoor work. Rick came by to invite me on a pontoon-boat fishing outing with the other first-timers . That would include Greg and Steve, so it wouldn't be merely as a sex-slave that they were asking me. I thought I'd like to go, but I didn't want to be away from Colin. He resolved the matter, though. "Go. There's lots for Stewart and me to do here, and it won't be for long." I must not have looked very keen. "Seriously," he went on, "I love it that you want to be with me, but we have to learn to be OK separately, too, and these are your friends." So I agreed, and at 3:00 I went down to the dock where the others were gathering. It was Rick, Drew, Mitch, Steve, Greg, and me, plus my cousin Bo, (brown hair, broad swimmer shoulders and lean waist ) and more distant cousins Joe (black hair, and more of it than average for the family), Ronnie (California blond, tanned surfer type), and Jamie (cute, dark-haired nerd with glasses, a sweet smile, and a ready wit). Maybe we'd have fun after all. We set out with Joe at the helm and cruised across the lake toward the far end. Mitch passed sodas around, and we settled onto the upholstered seats to relax and enjoy the lake breeze and sunshine. Bo wasted no time getting to business, however. He sprawled on the back settee, arm across the seat-back and feet spread wide, and began to stroke up his dick. He was always a particularly fine specimen of young boyhood, and he was definitely developing into a similar example of manhood, too. His dick responded eagerly, and stood tall over his nice, heavy ball-sack and swath of brown pubes. "So guys, who wants some of this?" he demanded. "Damn, Bo, put that thing away before you poke somebody's eye out," said Jamie. "It just needs a little attention," Bo countered. "It won't hurt anybody. Well, only at first, maybe." Steve, Greg, and I eyed each other. We could say 'no,' but none of wanted to do that to Bo. On the other hand, none of us wanted to be over-eager, even Greg. There was "face" on the line, among our peers. "One finger or two," said Steve, and we nodded. In unison, we thrust fingers out. Both Steve and Greg put out two. I put out one. I was the odd man. We all smiled, and I gave a shrug. Was I winner, or loser? It was fine with me to go first, and Bo was probably my choice among the candidates. I'd been lusting after his maturing body for several years. I plopped a life jacket down between his feet, laid my hands on his knees, and lowered myself onto my pad. He held his dick out toward my face, smiling invitingly and a little mischievously. All eyes were fastened on me as I leaned forward and engulfed his magnificent, stiff cock into my mouth and throat. I slobbered him up good, and then began to slide up and down on him, ending with my lips around the base of his fuck-stick, nestled in his pubes, on each down-stroke. My underarms rested on his strong thighs. My friends were amazed. "Good God, Will, where did you learn to do that?" breathed Jamie. "And why haven't you been doing it before now?" added Ronnie. "He did me last night, at the Glory Booth," bragged Drew. He didn't mention the part about it being his first ever blow job. I was beginning to realize that I was going to have to get used to knowing things about guys that I would not divulge, even when they were building themselves up at my expense. As the "professional," I would have to be the bigger of us. "Who else has fucked Will so far?" asked Mitch, as if there was to be a show of hands. Rick wisely kept his mouth shut and Steve and Greg gave Mitch a withering look to end that line of conversation. Presumably, some of the others had fucked Greg and Steve last night, too. Joe steered the pontoon into a cove and killed the engine. Drew dropped anchor. The whole crew stood around watching me suck Bo's big dick, pulling their own putzes. Bo's eyes were rolled back and his toes were curling. It wouldn't be much longer before I got creamed. "What say, Steve. Help me out?" asked Rick, aiming his straight, cut sperm-shooter in Steve's direction. Steve nodded, and Rick settled onto one of the side benches, aping Bo's position. Steve knelt and went to work. Joe grabbed Greg by the dick and led him over to the bench on the opposite side before one of the others could claim him. Greg giggled and followed, kneeling before his captor as Joe turned and sat. That left Mitch, Ronnie, Jamie, and Drew to watch. Bo began panting and moaning. Suddenly, I felt his jizz hit the back of my throat with force. There was a lot of it, too. I wondered why he had so much in him after last night-was it possible he had not cum yet? He had a nice, light, salty load, and I swallowed eagerly. As I slid off his rod, he continued to sprawl with his head back. I looked over at Drew. "You ready?" "Well, Bo certainly seems satisfied. Sure." "Satisfied or dead, can't tell which," amended Jamie. "Scoot over," Drew said to Bo, and he plopped down beside him on the bench. Bo raised his head and looked down at Drew's erection, and watched me slide over and consume it. "Damn." I reached over and caressed Bo's scrotum as I sucked on Drew. To my surprise, Bo reached over also, and caressed and pinched on Drew's tit. This one has done this shit before, I thought. But I knew Drew had not, and sure enough, he gasped at Bo's touch. His dick turned to cement in my mouth, and almost immediately, it erupted spunk down my throat. So Drew was still quick on the trigger, and Bo had found exactly the button to push, on the first try. I heard the unmistakable sounds of male ejaculations from each side of the boat as Rick and Joe let go of their loads, too. Mitch immediately parked his ass beside Joe for Greg to tend to his need, and Ronnie assumed the position next to Rick. Steve leaned over to savor his nice, firm piece of meat. That left only Jamie. "You're the lucky winner, mate," I told him. "You get to be first of the afternoon to fuck my ass." "No shit? You'll bend over for me?" He beamed. Mitch's bragging rights had just been thrown overboard. I nodded. I knew Steve had brought lube, and I saw him put it on the steering console. I retrieved it and slicked up my ass, wiggling a couple of fingers in and giving it a preparatory stretch. I put a dollop on my palm and reached out to stroke Jamie's unit with it-but just a little, because I didn't want him to shoot in my hand from overexcitement. That was probably a wise precaution. He was practically dancing with anticipation. I leaned against the console, stretched my legs out and back, and bent at the waist, thrusting my hips out. Jamie was beside himself with excitement. His dick was like a steel beam. "You better get it in quick, Bud, or you'll lose your load on the decking," I laughed. Jamie was not insulted. He nodded breathlessly. He rammed it in hard. Good thing I hadn't asked this one to pop my cherry, I'd probably never fuck again! It felt like a hot poker going in. But mercifully, it didn't last long. Before my ass even really got used to it, Jamie buttered my biscuits. The other guys were rapt. Some, maybe most of them had fucked one or the other of us last night (I didn't know who had been with my friends), but they weren't used to this kind of demonstration in broad daylight, and among their friends and cousins. One by one, the last duo fired off into Steve and Greg's expert mouths, and round one was complete. Except for us SSD guys, that is. After rising from the deck, Steve bent Greg over the side rail and gave him a good, long fucking. It should have been highly instructive to the straight team, and they were gaga at his technique, and Greg's capacity. After that, I performed the same demo on Steve's ass, while Steve sucked off Greg. That brought us all up to even in the cums category. We spent the next hour actually fishing--which was our stated purpose in being out on the lake--and talking, which was frank and open and long overdue. All the guys wanted to know how we knew we were gay, when we figured it out, and what it was like to suck cock and get fucked in the ass. We answered honestly and directly. In the end, there was an extended silence of a couple of minutes (a long time for a bunch of randy teen boys), and then Ronnie said simply, "Guys, I'd like to try it, at least once." "Try what?" Bo wanted to know. "Well, sucking cock, at least. Maybe not getting fucked, but maybe, at least try. How do I know I don't like it if I don't try it?" "I tried liver, and I still don't like it," declared Jamie. "Yeah, but you had to try it to know that." "You mean you guys have never, ever sucked a dick? I mean not once? Be honest," said Greg. He could hardly believe that everyone did not share his own favorite pastime. There was another, but mercifully shorter, silence. Then Rick said, "Shit. I did just once, at a sleep-over, but only for about two minutes, and I didn't take his cum in my mouth." "How was it?" chorused Jamie and Mitch. "Oh. Once you get past the idea of it, not so bad really. I was so worried he'd cum in my mouth, I didn't pay that much attention to the taste or anything. He sucked me, too, but I made him stop. He was about to bite the damn thing off." "Not everybody likes cum, not even all gays," I observed. "And it doesn't all taste the same. I've never gotten any really bad, bitter cum, but I've heard some guys' can be pretty nasty. What I've had, I've liked, but that's just me." "Again, how do you know if you don't try?" added Greg. "I've always liked it." "I didn't, at first," confessed Steve. "But I learned to, that weekend we were at Eddie's." This was a revelation even to Greg and me. I didn't even know Steve had had any before that weekend. "OK, here's what we do:" I suggested, "Make a daisy chain, and all join in it. That way you get a dick to suck, and you get to be sucked also. Everybody sucks, and everybody takes the load, this once. After this, it's every man's decision for himself if he ever does it again." They looked around the circle appraisingly, each trying to read the expression of the others. The first one to agree could well be hooted at and called a fag by the rest. But then, there were three certified fags on board, and that defused the situation somewhat. Finally, Bo spoke up. "Hell, I'm in. It can't be that bad, so many guys do it. Half my soccer team does it, and the other half is happy to lay still for them." "If you guys ever breathe a word of this, I'll have your balls," declared Joe. "Yeah, in your mouth," said Jamie. Joe glared at him, but Jamie laughed and said, "OK, I'll do it." The others never actually said they agreed, but we began to form the chain anyway, and they took their places. We interspersed experienced with inexperienced mouths: Steve, Rick, Mitch, Greg, Bo, Joe, Me, Jamie, Drew, and Ronnie, who completed the circle to Steve. I was glad to get Joe's dick to suck, a new one for my experience, but I had little expectation of enjoyment from Jamie's tentative licks at my big stick. He surprised me. With all the others too busy with their own projects to take note of him, he went at my sausage with gusto, and brought me off not long after I took Joe's cream. He swallowed and licked off my knob, as he had seen me do for the others. We sat up in our circle and looked at one another sheepishly. Finally, we all started to laugh. "Well, that was...different," allowed Ronnie. "Cum is so slimy! It's like oysters," said Mitch. "So, I like oysters," said Bo. "And Greg's cum, at least, is not so bad, really. Kind of sweet." "Yours is more salty," said Joe. And so we talked about the taste of one another's sperm, as if that were the most normal thing in the world. That session proved to be a break-through for us. We'd swum naked together since we were toddlers, and sometimes played sports nude, too, but this was the first time we'd gone naked together day and night, and the first time some of us had been putting out sexually for the others. From that afternoon, there was no judgment about that. Most of the group continued to look to women for their sexual relationships, but they all took advantage of opportunities with us guys, too. And we all touched and hugged naked without hesitation or embarrassment. There were several who spontaneously engaged in two-way oral sex with me or others and seemed to enjoy it: Bo, Rick, and Mitch became regulars swinging on my dick. And we re-formed the daisy chain on several later occasions. The ice was broken about sex, and all our relationships moved to a deeper level. We even caught a dozen or so nice fish, and took them back to the kitchen for cleaning and freezing. On Wednesday, we would have a big fish-fry for dinner, and by that time, we'd have collected plenty for everyone. We returned to the dock as the dinner bell rang and found Colin and Stewart rocking on the front porch and sipping Margaritas. They'd already selected nice-looking strip steaks for us, and we were ready to grill. By common agreement, the other men cheerfully waved us through to the front. They had plans for our asses later on, and they wanted us to be ready!