Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 18:26:13 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 21, 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 21 STRAIGHT-BOY SACRIFICE: MONDAY The softball game was an enjoyable interlude. Lots of dicks flopping around and very fit male bodies in beautiful athletic action. The blues won 10-8, but that didn't matter much. We had fun and got in our exercise. Meanwhile, the poker game for the asses of the straight boys was underway inside. All of the softball players, and many of the spectators, showered together after the game, and when we went in for dinner, the four gamblers were still pretty evenly matched. It looked like this could go on for a while. They took their meal at the poker table, and kept playing through the corporation meeting which followed. We had entertainment during dinner from a bluegrass group some of the guys had put together. They were actually quite good, though they played together only out here at The Camp. I'm of the mind that, like most things, musical performances ought to be done naked. The men were handsome and sexy to watch as well as entertaining to listen to. Afterward, most of the SSD went back up to the showers to hose out the back porches for the night's sexual activities. Colin and I had been slacking on our Glory Hole duties, and we planned to make up for that some this evening. With all the fucking we'd done, I was hungry for cock orally, and felt good about the prospect of sucking down some jizz. First, though, there was the family meeting. We could not vote yet, but we could listen. We followed most of it from our bedroom. The discussion on accepting a non-related male as a member, since he was partner to a family man, was interesting, but went on too long. Most of the men were really ready to support it all along, and the plan passed. Tyler was phoned immediately, and he and his lover Kyle would arrive to join us in the morning. Both would be listed as SSD men. Everyone on both sides of the issue expected this to be a precedent-setting case, and to result in more non-relative partners coming into the family, adding some variety and maybe a little color to our male pool. There was talk about building the new spa-shack, which was being laid out off to the side of the main building, and a plan to add a sauna-shack near it at our next gathering, in fall, so that it would be available for use in winter. A plan was also launched to add more separate bedrooms-not for the straight guys, who were happy with their bunks upstairs, but for the increasing number of gay and bi guys in the SSD. A committee was formed to design and construct four additional rooms, two on either side of the cook-house. Our ears pricked up at that. The SSD seemed to be expanding rapidly. But most of it was boring, and I tuned out, turning to sucking gently on Colin's cock. I took my time and relished in the smell, feel, and taste of it, all of which I loved. I had him trembling with the need to ejaculate before I finally applied some additional suction and pulled the cum out of his throbbing boner, much to his relief. When the meeting was over, while Colin recuperated, I went out to check on the card sharks, especially Dad. Mike was sitting behind him, craning his neck nervously and trying to keep a poker face. Dad finally told him to buzz off, or he would ruin the game by giving his hand away. "Aw, let him stay!" the other men hooted. They had all been taking note of Mike's anxious expressions, and betting accordingly. Nevertheless, it looked like Dad was maybe a little bit in the lead, with Rick's dad not far behind. Poor Alan's dad was gloomy and sour, and definitely losing. Alan himself watched, equally gloomy and sour, from the bar area, where he was drinking perhaps too many beers with a handful of hunky buds. Zack was nearby, and he had a couple of empties in front of him, too. Rick was unconcernedly shooting pool with Mitch as if he hadn't a care in the world. As he leaned over the table for a shot, I saw Mitch fondle his ass; the two exchanged rueful comments, but laughed together. I returned to the room to remind Colin that we had dick to suck. Wes was already in the Glory Booth, alone-sucking cock was a favorite pastime for him, and he spent a lot of his spare time in there waiting for the opportunity. Colin took the other stool, and I settled onto a cushion on the floor. As the meeting wound to a close, we were soon busy with nice, hard, sleek, tasty cocks to suck. From my position, I could look up enough to see who most of the customers were, not only mine, but the others', too. I sucked off a couple of Dad's brothers and a bunch of his friends. We took care of a string of the younger guys, too, contributing mightily to the general level of harmony and contentment of the gathering. It is worth noting that our week at The Camp was marked by peace and unity among all my male relatives, quite a remarkable circumstance for so many men with so much testosterone flowing. I was not the only one who theorized that it was largely the work of us SSD men that made that happen: all the men were so well satisfied sexually, they had no inclination to fight or argue. If anyone got to feeling a little tense, he could get a massage, get sucked off, or fuck someone's ass almost any time, day or night, and be restored to calm demeanor and inner harmony. Peyton came by to announce that the poker game was down to two: my dad and Rick's. Alan had had unpleasant words with his father, and Winton had gone stalking off with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Zack likewise was looking dismal and had gone out on the porch with a handful of beers and a couple of his closer friends. Rick was still in the pool tournament, then playing against Joe. Cousin Bo gave me my last load before we retreated to our room to do the horizontal mambo with the men who had claimed our favors for the evening. Cody and Doug came in to take our places at the Holes, joined by Greg. Stewart was out at the slings getting his lights fucked out by a line-up of men, alongside Nick. We would spend two hours getting fucked-that meant six men each. We checked the sign-up list: My studs were: Ron, Mel, Mitch, Josh, Andy, and Les (a man in his forties, mid- height and hairy, but hung). Colin took on: my brother Jeff, older men Tommy and Bobby, a twenty-something named Lenny, and two of Alan's jock buds, Peyton and 'Lijah. I was deeply envious over those last two, who gave Alan and Zack a close race for hot stud honors. Both were very masculine, very sexy, and very physical in their rutting-but then, that could be said for most of our guys. We heard a loud outcry from the main room. The game was finished, and Rick's dad, Jack, had prevailed. I went to the doorway to check out the proceedings. Mike and Dad were shaking hands, and then embracing. Dad was apologizing for losing, and Mike was telling him 'no problem, you gave it your best.' Rick was looking kind of disappointed, as if he had lost somehow. I wished Zack and Alan could have had the kind of relationship we guys had with our dad-they both looked sullen and angry. The other men encouraged them and said humorous and placating things to them, though, to lighten the mood some. Eddie and roommates had offered their space, since none of the men involved had room assignments on their own. I called Eddie over and offered him a one-foot wide strip of our bed for the night, which was all we had to offer, but he declined, saying he would sleep upstairs in the top half of Dad's bunk. Apparently, they had some business to discuss. Jack, the conqueror, went off with his captives, one hand resting on Mike's ass, into the room at the far side of the hall, and the curtain closed behind them. That set off a general exodus for bunks upstairs, out toward the slings, or around in the direction of the Glory Holes, presumably for a release of pent-up sexual tension from the evening's activities. Greg stuck his head in our door. "Hey guys, little help out here?" he called. "There's getting to be a line!" There weren't enough holes for all of us, so we opted to go out the open window onto the darkened porch (Chad joining us in this activity without comment), where about fifteen men were milling about with hard-ons, and more strolling up all the time. We distributed ourselves among them along the porch edge, away from the Glory Holes, and opened up a new "front." We knelt facing inward. The men needed no invitation or urging. They were horny as goats. Four strode right up, one for each of us, and thrust their big erections into our open mouths. My first guy was a preppy type named Sandy, a good-natured, trim man in his thirties, with an aw- shucks grin and a big, thick dick. I grasped his muscular buttocks and went to work on his dripping cock. He was very pleased that I could take it all the way down to his shortened, light- brown pubes. He had big, pendulous balls that swung back and forth as he leaned in and out, feeding me his sweet cock. He refrained from grabbing the back of my head--an experienced and gracious partner. I rode him for ten minutes before blast-off-meanwhile, Colin, nearby, had blown two late-teen dicks, Jason and Ryan, and I noticed Chad working on Craig. I took about six or seven loads before the crowd dwindled, and we left the guys in the booth to handle the last few men. Ron and Jeff were waiting for us in our room, stretched out on our big bed with boners soaring upward. Colin slid in beside Jeff, and my horny brother rolled on top of him instantly, eager to get his tingling dick into a smooth, slick hole for some relief. This was starting to bother me just a bit-my brother Jeff seemed to have a thing for Colin, and Colin had made it very plain that he found Jeff to be incredibly sexy (how could he not?). For my taste, they were getting together just a bit too often. But Ron grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed, requiring my full attention for his twenty-minute appointment. We wound up with both Colin and me flat on our backs, with our studs lying atop us, hips pumping rhythmically, their heads buried alongside ours, chins hooked over our shoulders. These two were sexy, but not romantic. After first Ron, then Jeff, had injected their creamy filling into our doughnuts, they lay sweating upon us for several minutes, catching their breath. Ron's spent dick gradually squeezed out of my rectum and lay, drooling, on the sheet. I love fucking, and I love the afterglow, too, with a guy resting atop my body recuperating. They got up and left, though, thanking us, but no after-sex kisses from those two, and we had a few minutes alone before our next customers. We turned and lay nose to nose. Colin's warm, sweet breath bathed my face. "I think my brother has the hots for you," I ventured. "He's a beautiful man. I like looking at him. And I'm happy to put out for him." "He's 'way too beautiful, and sexy, too. I wonder that you don't ditch his skinny kid brother and pair off with the real thing." Colin snorted. "You aren't jealous of Jeff, are you?" He kissed my nose tenderly. "Baby, Jeff is a boy-toy, and can never be more than that. He has marriage and family tattooed on his ass, can't you see that? Right now, he's so full of jizz, he has to unload it somewhere, and your ass and mine are convenient places to shoot it. He's having fun playing with us sexually. But I have no future with Jeff, and I don't even want to. I mean I like him, as a friend, but as a GUY friend-a STRAIGHT guy friend. There's no romance there, and never could be. Besides," he wrapped his arms around my upper body, "I've found just what I want right here. Lover, you are handsomer and sexier than either of your brothers will ever be, and you are still getting handsomer and sexier by the day, while they have just about peaked. I wanted you the minute I saw you at Eddie's, and I can hardly believe my luck that you were still available and willing to be with me." "Sorry if we're interrupting something," sang out a voice at the entrance. It was Tommy and Mel, our men of the moment, arriving for their turn at our slimy asses. We welcomed them, and in a moment, I was on my hands and knees receiving Mel's big fat cock up my ass, while Colin straddled Tommy and rode him like a bronco beside us. Mel's hips and thighs thwacked noisily against my rump, and the aroma of man-sex filled the air, despite the best efforts of our candles on their shelves. We were successfully bred yet again, and immediately took on the succession of men scheduled to follow these. Our session ended with sperm drooling out of both our asses and down our sticky thighs. 'Lijah and Les got sloppy sixths in our swampy butts, but they took it cheerfully and slid their bones in among the accumulated secretions of their fellows, in short order adding their own emissions to the pool. Colin and I could hardly wait to dash out the window onto the side porch, where we noticed a couple of naked men with their pelvises pressed against the Glory Holes, and trot up to the shower shack to hose out the slime. We picked up extra sheets on the way back and returned to freshen the bed for sleeping. We found Dad and Jeff waiting for us. "What 's up?" I asked. Jeff shrugged, as much in the dark as I was. "Oh, just a quick family meeting," Dad answered. "Mike is, er, busy right now, but I spoke with him earlier. I just need to tell you guys something I want you to hear first from me, and get your response in person." He paused, searching for the right words. "Oh, fuck, boys, I'll just out with it. I've been talking to Eddie about something I've been considering for some time, but I think having Will here and in SSD makes it easier for me to do than it was. Tomorrow, Eddie will announce some new SSD members, to be added here during this gathering. Three, actually. Chad and Rick are both ready to begin service, or will be after tonight, for sure. The third one is me." We stood in stunned silence for a moment. Colin was checking out my expression to see how I was taking this bombshell, and Dad was, too. "No shit!" swore Jeff. "Are you gay, then, Dad?" "Gay here, straight at home, equals Bi, I suppose. I'm telling you in advance, because I want to know how big of a trauma that causes you guys. Do you think you can live with knowing that some of your friends (those that don't mind doing an old guy) are having sex with your Old Man?" I shrugged and said, "No big deal to me. I'm having sex with you, myself." Jeff had a little gleam in his eye. "Maybe Mike and I could be doing the Old Man sometimes, too!" Dad laughed. "Well, sure, especially here. At home, due to the matter of discretion with the women-folk, it would have to be with great care and on my offer, OK? Don't worry, I'll offer when the coast is clear." "Fine with me," agreed Jeff. "Hey, I'm taking it up the ass from Li'l Bro, here, later on this week." "No shit? You, too?" Now Jeff laughed. "Just the once, Dad. Just curious, that's all, and this week seems to have become 'Walk on the other side week,' out here at The Camp. Still, if you want in on it, show up here between 2:30 and 3:00 on Saturday. I know Mike wouldn't miss it if his life depended on it-because he knows that will be his first and last chance to dip his wick in my holder." "You never know, Jeff, that so-called one shot may become a life-long addiction. Chad, for example, has totally changed his tune about being on bottom, though I think he is still primarily a top. He'll be doing a lot on bottom at least out here, though, starting tomorrow." Jeff grinned. "I'll take that chance, Dad, but trust me, I don't think having sweaty men sticking their bones up my bung-hole will become all that much more attractive to me than it is now. When there is some hosing to be done, I'm happy to be one of the ones doing it!" "OK, then, guys. If you're not too embarrassed to have your dad slutting around out here, then I'm happy with that. And, Jeff, I'll definitely be here on Saturday to crawl your ass. An opportunity like that is not to be missed!" He reached over and gave Jeff's ass a friendly stroke, smiling. We were all laughing then, and Dad and Jeff gave out good night hugs, and went on their way to their bunks, leaving Colin and me to settle in for the night as well. Just then, Stewart and Chad came in, and we greeted them cheerfully, particularly Chad. "Welcome to the slut world, bitch," said Colin, grasping Chad to his chest. Their whole front sides pressed together tightly. Chad grinned. "Yeah, you guys converted me totally, I guess. I don't much care who fucks me now!" I jumped in then. "That sounds like an offer, Dude. Sheets are clean. Look, I've worked up a hard-on just thinking about this. Whaddaya say?" My dick stuck straight out from my body like a third arm reaching out. Chad's grin expanded. "Since these three dicks in this room are the very ones that broke my ass in yesterday, they just happen to fit my bum perfectly. You lube me up good, and I'm your 'ho,' boys." We spent the next quarter hour licking and lubing at Chad's back door. Then all three of us penetrated and slimed his ass, first me, then Colin, and finally Stewart, who had been positioned with his pelvis beneath Chad's head, so that Chad could dine on his fine, fat sausage while we attended to his back end. We ended as usual, with Chad and Stewart entwined on one side of the bed, me and Colin wrapped in one another's arms on the other. We quickly drifted off to sleep, but while I was dozing off, I had visions of my brother Mike getting fucked repeatedly in the room across the way by those foxy dudes he'd been locked in with. In the morning, I'd get to hear the story of his venture into slut-dom. That might be worth getting up for!