Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 02:51:30 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: chapter 24 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-FOUR -1- Cocks a-Poppin' For the remainder of the Wednesday afternoon, the four of us took out a pontoon boat, and Steve (toenails fire engine red), Cody (electric green), Rick (hot pink), and Casey (deep burgundy) joined us. Casey let all of us ride on his enormous dick, the biggest most of us had ever encountered. We then divided into couples and just made love on the high seas, enjoying the sun. As I had suspected, Cody and Casey were getting pretty thick with one another, and they let it drop that they were planning to move in together soon. Steve and Rick were already friends, but had never had sex together until then-they were happily getting genitally acquainted up in the bow area. When I saw them later, both had semen dribbling from their asses. Colin came in my ass three times without ever disconnecting, which is one of his talents. After sex, we anchored the boat and swam in the cool waters of the lake and got rid of the spunk from our anuses. The fish dinner was as sublime as advertised. The men had added fresh-grilled corn on the cob, too, and it made a fantastic feast. I was afraid being a bit over-stuffed would hinder my enjoyment of the sexual pleasures the evening would offer, but I got over that fast, and it was a good thing, because I was treated to a string of beautiful and sexy young lovers. Colin's gorgeous and studly friend, Jay, who had serviced him earlier in the week, was first on my list. He gave me a hot, steamy ride. Then I had my accomplished lover Paul, for non-stop lovemaking. After that came Peyton, the handsome, virile, jock friend of Alan's, and then Jack, followed by new clients Danny and Bryan, both in their early thirties, handsome married men who obviously weren't getting enough at home, and who especially loved a good blow-job, delivered by an expert. Colin's guest list was similar, all nice-looking, sexy men. Alan came in at the end, smiling shyly. "You know, you don't really have to do this," I said. He shrugged and nodded. "I know. I do owe you, but I also want this. I like the idea of having your cock up my ass, and I like the idea of your room-mates watching. And I like the idea that I can say that out loud in this room, even though I could never say it anyplace else. You guys are the greatest." Alan crawled shyly up onto the bed beside me, and we all burst into laughter together. His toenails were in shades of green, a cammo design. So I spent the next forty-five minutes making love to the top football star in the state, the future All-American, maybe Heisman candidate. He was surprisingly responsive, and particularly enjoyed the nip kissing and later, the rimming I gave him. His dick was a wonderful, tasty sausage stick to lick and suck, and quite shapely and enormous. Finally, I pulled up his knees, wiggled my fuck-tool into his man-pussy, and gave him a fucking to remember. He was rock hard the whole time. Half-way through, I leaned upright, and Stewart moved in to suck Alan's big cock while I continued to pound his buttocks. He and I came at virtually the same time. My jizz went up his ass, but Stewart siphoned up his and cleaned his rod for him. The five of us lay in a puppy-pile on the bed together for several minutes, until Alan said he needed to move along, and headed out to other pursuits. At that point, Chad and Colin wanted beers, and the rest of us decided to join them. We went out to the bar area. Only a dozen or so men were still hanging around-there were a couple of card games going on, and a handful playing pool, some just sitting and talking. We played a couple of rounds of pairs eight-ball, then moved out onto the porch, where some of the other younger guys were hanging out again. We were sitting among them and shooting the breeze, when Joe came around the corner of the porch wearing a big grin. His toenails were pale pink. "Guys, you won't believe this. We have some new "anonymous" volunteers out in the slings tonight. Come and see." We all jumped up and followed. Sure enough, the slings were occupied. The two men in them were tall, beefy guys, well muscled and developed. Both wore full-head masks to conceal their identity. But all of us knew everyone's body so well at this point that we could recognize one another by any one body part alone, we didn't need to see faces. It was definitely Zack and Alan in the slings. Alan even still had the distinctive olive toenails. Both were being stoutly fucked, Alan by his buddy Peyton-who had just done me earlier, and who had to know exactly whom he was spunking-- and Zack, who had azure toenails, by my brother Jeff, whose toenails were aqua. That made quite a spectacle-all four perfect physiques. There were half a dozen men lined up behind the fuckers, since at this time of night, not all that many were still up and about. My crowd fell into line, doubling the length of it at once. I had had both their asses recently, but Alan's most recently, and I lined up for Zack. The others just paired off. With this young group, the line moved quickly-we just stepped up, slammed their asses, dropped a load in, and backed off. I was Zack's fifth stud that I knew of, and there were three more behind me. That was quite a train for a newbie (I supposed) like Zack to pull, but he handled it like a champ, and so did Alan. I never heard anyone refer to this incident identifying the sling occupants by name, though I know everyone knew exactly who they were. It was just left unspoken. They wanted to be anonymous, and so their identities were never mentioned. It set another bonding trend for the group, though. For the remaining nights of our camp, after midnight, there were always several volunteers from the straight side who offered their asses for fucking in the slings. More and more guys started staying up for it, and saving a load for these rare participants. And nobody ever mentioned it to any of them, as far as I know. After that enjoyable interlude, we were ready to bed down for the night. We returned to our room to cuddle one another to sleep. The Camp was quiet. During the night, though, clouds moved in, and we began to hear rain falling on the building's metal roof. Our streak of perfect weather had ended. -2- Scott's Challenge The dawn brought a slow, steady rain, but no thunder yet. Colin and I, and a few others, got in our run as usual, except without the dousing at the dam, and with a bit of slipping and sliding on some parts of the trail. We indulged in a sausage-and-egg breakfast after that, thinking we deserved it. Uncle Al got up to make an announcement, which he said he'd planned for dinner, but with the rain setting in, we might need to know now. He introduced the new members of SSD: Chad, Rick, and Dad. There was applause and some good-natured laughter--after all, it wasn't often that a man pushing forty came out like this. It couldn't have been too great a shock, though, since most of the men knew that Dad and Eddie got it on regularly, and a few of them had shagged Dad before, too. "Scott, you know we all want your ass, baby," someone called out, "Why couldn't you come out at the beginning of the week so we could all have our turn?" "Yeah," shouted another, "You should do a special 'coming out' show man-take on the whole Camp right here in the main room, and let everyone watch." "Anytime, Adam, Freddie, the welcome mat is out," Dad responded. "After breakfast, men, please!" cried Uncle Benny, "We're trying to enjoy a meal here!" There was laughter. "OK, then, how about ten o'clock." That sounded like Adam, "and let your three boys lead off. That, I think we'd all like to see. After that, it's up to you who you do and when." Dad just smiled. He couldn't care less who watched, and he'd be more than happy to offer his ass to us boys. His eye twinkled. "You're on!" Afterward, Eddie came over to consult with us, and with Stewart, Chad, Nick, Jared, Cody, and Casey, who had joined us. First, today was scheduled to be barbeque day, a major Camp event, but that would be postponed to Saturday, which promised to be clear. That meant the crew had to cook today after all, and he was recruiting more help. We cheerfully volunteered, and would work through and after the lunch hour to prep for dinner. "Except, I have to take a break to fuck my dad," I said. "You and the whole camp. Sure, that's fine. It will keep the natives entertained." Second, with the rain, the men would be staying in, and it would be like a long evening all day-cards and games going constantly, but also-here's where we came in-men wanting sex all day. Eddie wondered if we were getting too worn out for that. Anyone tired of sex? We laughed out loud at that. No, we all assured him, we were prepared to turn tricks for our menfolk all day, whenever we weren't busy in the cook-house. Eddie was relieved. "Well, you see how they get, really randy. Already set up a sex show for the morning, no telling what they'll be up to by afternoon. We need to milk a load out of every one of 'em by midafternoon. I've only seen these guys without sexual outlets a couple of times, but let me tell you, it can turn ugly," he said with a grin. No poker for us, it seemed, or at least, we'd be the ones getting the poking. We did see a card game beginning at one of the side tables, though-Alan, Rick, Mike, and Zack were shuffling and dealing. Colin smiled slyly. "Wonder what those dudes are putting up for stakes?" he asked satirically. Sure enough, their dads' asses. The winner got to fuck all four of the fathers who had put their sons up as ante, "and there won't be a curtain on the door, either-viewers welcome," declared Zack. "The winner's dad can opt out, though, can't he?" asked Winton. Alan looked up. "No, Dad, that's not our bet. Winner takes all." Winton looked grim, but he didn't protest. My dad, of course, didn't mind at all. All four young players had fucked his ass the day before, and he was happy to do a rematch. He'd have to work them in among all the other men after his ass that day, though. Chad sighed, "Well who'd have thought that, on the day two succulent young pieces of ass like me and Rick go on the open market, all the attention is on the old guy." "The old guy with the hot body and sweet ass, you mean," said Cody. "I know I really enjoyed that night we spent with him when he won OUR asses at poker. He has the stamina of an eighteen-year-old." I smiled to myself. How many guys are proud of how hot their dad is and how their peers drool over having sex with him? Not many, I would bet. Colin and I showered and touched up our body trim again. If I was going to be on display this morning, I wanted to look my best. I got rid of the polish from my toenails, though. "Can you get it up for him?" asked Colin, with an evil grin. I gave him my look of sardonic disbelief. "After I watch Jeff and Mike pork him? I'll be a brick!" Ten o'clock was upon us. Some of the guys had dragged a sofa into the center of the big room, and the other men had pulled up chairs all around in circles. Dad strolled out into the room grinning. "OK, Jeff, this is your big moment," he said, looking over toward Jeff, who stood, arms crossed at the edge of the room, wearing a demonic smile. Jeff sauntered out to join Dad, with the onlookers calling out, "Go, Jeff, fuck your dad!" and "Give him a good ride, Jeff," and such. Jeff was only about a quarter erect, but even at that, he was an impressive specimen, definitely in the Alan, Zack, and even Colin class. Dad sat on the center of the couch, and Jeff just walked up and stood between his knees, placing his midsection in easy reach. Dad looked admiringly at the schlong he was about to consume, his own eldest son's big, sexy penis, so much like his own. Smiling with anticipation, he lifted it to his lips and slurped it in. Jeff let out a breath through his teeth. Dad had swallowed the whole unit, but now it grew so fast, it came expanding back out of Dad's mouth again. Dad swallowed again, and more of it slid back in as it found its way into his throat. Jeff exhaled again, more forcefully. By now, he was fully erect. Dad pumped a few strokes, and Jeff shook his head, smiling. "Can't take much of that, Dad," he said. "We better put this baby where it belongs, before it goes off all over your face." "That could be fun to watch, too," someone called out. "You'd have more in about a minute, right Jeff?" added another. Jeff grinned shyly. As a matter of fact, yes, he would, as many of us knew only too well. Dad pulled off the slick cock, though, rose, and turned to kneel on the edge of the sofa, leaning against the back. Jeff's cock was conveniently right at his ass, practically tapping on Dad's rectum. Jeff gave it a feel to check for slickness. As I'm sure he expected, Dad had taken care of that with plenty of lube (we found out later, Eddie had also prepped the opening by fucking his brother about ten minutes earlier). So Dad was primed and ready to go. Jeff leaned in, and his big heavy cock slid right in, in one smooth stroke. The men groaned, ooh'd, or laughed, according to their own inclinations. Jeff pressed his pubes against Dad's butt, and held the pose a moment, giving us a long view of his perfect body, muscles flexed. What a back, ass, and set of legs my brother had! I heard more groans. Jeff pulled back almost all the way, then slid back in, hands behind him. He began to pound Dad's butt. His face revealed his was struggling to hold the cum in. Jeff has a lot of swagger, but inside, he's a little bit shy. Being watched fucking his dad had to be, for him, half turn-on and half intimidation. I'm more outgoing. For me, the more spectators watching me fuck Dad, the better. Jeff grunted loudly and jammed his cock hard up Dad's ass, several times abruptly. He quivered all over. Then he froze, draining the pipes. He was done. As Jeff pulled out, now showing a slightly drooping, reddened, but still huge member, Mike sauntered up, stiffie proudly waving. Mike is hung, but maybe half an inch less so than Jeff. The way he flaunts it, you'd think it was Casey's. Dad stayed put, and Mike stepped up to the hole, and plugged in. As Jeff moved back, Mike began slamming his dad's buttocks with his lean, firm hips. Every shred of his dick was being forced, hard, up Dad's asshole. Mike pounded away for quite a while. Dad's face began to turn red. Finally, Dad gasped, and spewed jizz all over the back of the sofa. In another minute or so, Mike did the same, emptying his balls inside Dad's bowel. Like Jeff, he slowly toggled to massage the last drops out, then let the slackening pecker slip out, shining and reddened. I was up. Colin gave me a supportive squeeze on the shoulder, but said nothing. I looked down at Will, Jr. He was ready to go. I stepped forward in, I thought, a business-like way. I gave Dad a reassuring pat on the butt- cheek, and a little fondle. I reached under and groped his balls for a few seconds. He waggled his ass at me a little. A glob of white cum perched right at the opening. The crowd chuckled. He was ready, and so was I. I centered my lance on the bull's eye, and let it go at its target. It entered smoothly and deeply. It was a pleasurable, but not sensational fuck. It was a bit too slick, actually, to give me a lot of sensation. My brothers had deposited a lot of sperm in there. We're all heavy cummers. That helped me last longer, though, which was good. I gave the men viewing their money's worth, I hoped. My thrusts became shorter and faster. I felt the sap starting to rise. Then it erupted in a long, rapturous series of ejaculatory contractions. It felt fabulous. I rested my hands on Dad's buttocks, and pressed firmly inward. He stripped the last of my cum out with his ass muscles. I stepped back, and the sausage slid out of the bun. Dad raised up then, and gave me a nice, loving kiss, which I returned. I was genuinely pleased to have him on my team, and I knew our relationship could only go deeper and happier. Dad's brothers were up next, oldest to youngest. None of them had ever fucked him before, except Eddie. One after another, they planted their seed into his willing asshole, and all with good humor and affection. The watching crowd beamed appreciatively. At that point, Dad declared a break, but he invited the rest of the men to have their turn later in the week. Before heading out to the cook-house to help with meal prep, I took note of a group of naked men huddled over a table over to the side of the room. It was the guys who had volunteered to plan and organize construction of our new SSD bedrooms: pressure was on with the sudden increase in sex objects within the family, and they had vowed to have the construction done by the hunting season gathering. That would take several work weekends this fall. I hoped Colin and I would be able to come out for some of those sessiont to contribute our part to the improvements. I'd already heard that Eddie and Dad would be taking one of the new rooms off the Cook-house, and Colin and I could have another if we wanted it (we hadn't decided on that, yet, but were leaning toward remaining off the main hall). Colin and I baked cakes for dinner. We were just learning how to do that, but we found it easy, and we were proud of our results. It took seven cakes to feed this crowd! That took until around the time for our chadding appointments. The rain was still falling steadily, and intermittent thunder kept the men off the lake. When we returned to the main building from the kitchen, we found a crowd there. With the cooler, damp air, they had a fire going in the big stone fireplace, and every game table was filled with card-players. Beer-drinking had started early, and so had sexual activity (partly encouraged by our little family sex show, I suppose). We heard the sounds of sexual intercourse emerging from all the side bedrooms, something we usually never were aware of, because we were in our room creating some of those sounds. That wasn't all, though-in the seating area, right out in front of everybody, Wes knelt between the knees of Jason, seated on the couch, and fellated his big, wet cock. Greg was draped across the arms of the chair nearby, with his butt hanging over one arm, and Aaron was fucking his ass at a firm, steady pace. Mitch was hanging around, watching and waiting to be next. We peeked into our own room. Stewart and Chad must be under there somewhere, but what we saw was the pumping asses of Jeremy and Mike (at it again just a couple of hours after sperming our dad!). At the head of the bed, Bo was sitting on someone's face-wonder of wonders, Jeremy was sucking Bo's cock while fucking the man underneath his hips. There was a groan, and a pair of feet rose up above Jeremy's hips. Yep, they were Chad's. Our buddy was deep into his first official day of SSD service. That meant Mike must be fucking Stewart. We couldn't see Stew's face, though, because Joe straddled it, feeding his cock into the mouth beneath him. Clearly, there was no room for us there. We checked the Glory Booth outside our window (with the men in the room scarcely noting our presence). It was fully manned, by Cody, Rick, -- and Dad!-all chowing down on big, drooling dicks. So we went out the other window to the porch and looked around the rear corner to where the slings hung at the far end. Both were occupied, by Tyler and Kyle, men who actually had no room to work in yet, since they had arrived after assignments had been made. Jimmy was fucking Tyler, and Jay was hunching Kyle, and they had both slings swinging merrily. Two or three men hung around waiting for a turn, and others came out occasionally, keeping the line constant. Seeing Kyle, my guidance counselor at school, pulling a train on the back porch of The Camp freaked my mind out to a new level of amazement. This would take some getting used to! Worse, Colin and I appeared to be crowded out! We went back inside, thinking we'd just play a round of pool, when we could get a table. That idea did not work out. We were just standing there, Colin behind me with his hands on my shoulders, watching Bevan, Wayne, Randy, and Zack playing a game of rotation, when Zack sidled over next to me, and said, "Why don't you have anything in your mouth, Will?" His dick, ample at any stage of engorgement, hung mostly limp. I took the hint and reached over to give it a few gentle strokes, and it responded by beginning to rise. Zack pulled away to take his turn at the table, but immediately came back for more groping. A couple of shots later, I was on my knees between his big, handsome feet, sucking on his pole. He pulled away two more times to take shots in the game (badly), but by the third one, he just said, "Man, I have to take a break-I can't move right now." So the game came to a halt while I sucked Zack's big dick. Bevan hopped up on the side of the table in front of Colin, an invitation if ever there was one. Colin bent and took Bevan's already firm bone into his mouth. Randy moved in behind Colin and stuck his dick up Colin's ass, rather roughly I thought. Colin wasn't really ready for that, as he had not been fucked yet that day, and his lube level was pretty low. He grunted, but took it like a man. He kept sucking Bevan, while Randy gave him an injection of natural lube of his own manufacture. Bevan's strong hands gripped Colin's shoulders as Colin bobbed on his crotch. He pulled Colin up, though, and said, "Let's swap places." Colin then sat up on the edge of the table, leaning back on his elbows to raise his anus for Bevan's access. Bevan slid his bone in, and began to hunch at Colin, while Colin's feet extended past his hips. After a few moments, Colin drew them in and crossed his ankles behind Bevan's lower back. Bevan pounded away. All this time, Zack also pounded at the back of my throat. He was not one to cum easily from oral stimulation alone-it took a lot of sucking to bring that man off. He pulled out suddenly, and said, "Get up on the table, Will. I need some ass, man." So I hopped up and got on all fours atop the pool table. Zack sprang up gracefully behind me, and pressed his wet, stone-hard cock against my rear entry. I was as dry and unprepared as Colin. Zack spat a big glob right on my hole, as only a practiced spitter such as a baseball jock can do. With that as lube, he pushed inside to the hilt. I felt a stab of pain in my rectum, but aside from an unavoidable grimace, I took it, knowing it would not last long. My head now faced the edge of the table, and Wayne was ready. He placed his stiff unit right under my nose, and I leaned down to engulf it in my mouth. Wayne was no Zack: he came easily by oral stimulation, and in just a few minutes, he fed me his slimy, tasty load. He pulled out, but only for about thirty seconds. Then he was back in, going for a second shot, which he achieved just about the time Zack spermed my bowel. We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers by now. Randy had finished with Colin's ass, but the horn-dog named Adam immediately took his place. Adam had dark hair and the customary eight-inch, thick cock, with big, pendulous swinging balls. His untrimmed hair pattern was particularly pleasing to the eye, sweeping across his chest and down his rippling abdomen toward a neat swath of pubes. I saw Craig and Casey climbing up onto the table, and I wondered for a moment if I was about to get Casey's big pole thrust up my pipe. I wasn't sure I was slick enough for that, even after Zack's best efforts! But in fact, Casey knelt for Craig to fuck him at the other end of the table, and Jack moved in to receive a blow job from Casey while Craig worked on his rear. Casey's famous bull-pizzle, hanging beneath his body, stretched almost to his pecs, and several men gathered around to comment on it and stroke it admiringly. Suddenly Casey pulled off Jack's dick to pant, "Oh, guys, I'm about to shoot, and I don't want to ruin the felt!" Old Ernie, grinning, leaned in and took the head of Casey's dick in his mouth and fondled Casey's balls a bit. He was just in time to catch and swallow Casey's load as it blasted forth from his huge hose. The big clock struck two as a full-scale orgy erupted in the great room of the lodge. We were late for our Chadding appointments, but who knew if the men scheduled would show up or not under these circumstances, or if the bed would be available. Within ten or fifteen minutes, Colin and I managed to extricate ourselves from the pile of male limbs piled onto the pool table. We looked back, grinning, at the spectacle of eight or ten of our relatives fucking and sucking with abandon among the scattered pool balls. They could be occupied that way for some time. Back over in our room, we saw that the fuck-fest there was over now, and Stewart and Chad had changed the sheets-again. Freddie, Stew's client for the afternoon, was there waiting, and Chad's man, Elliott, came in right after us. A few minutes later, as we were sending those two off to the showers for their inner cleansing, my man, Jeremy, turned up in time to join them. They came back shortly, squeaky clean inside and out, hair still damp. We laid them out in a row, butts up, and went to work on their asses. By this time, it was becoming clear that if you suck on any man's ass for an hour, he'll let you and all your friends fuck him, quite happily. That proved to be true for these fellows, as for their predecessors. All macho straight guys, they took their fucking from all three of us, plus several of the spectators who dropped by from time to time to see how things were going. My brother, Jeff, was becoming a regular at the afternoon events. Eddie came in to top Jeremy, thinking this would be his one and only chance at that particular nephew's asshole. Elliott grunted, "Get Casey." We complied, and soon Elliott was groaning under the attentions of the family's biggest dick on record. We left them, in the end, snoozing contentedly, with large, loose anuses still raised high, across our bed. Colin and I were too tired for the afternoon sports activity, which was a swimming competition at the lake. We decided to try out the new spa, just set up off to the side of the main lodge. We boiled our bones there, then rinsed and cleaned ourselves at the showers, then found an unoccupied rope hammock on the lawn, where we snoozed together for an hour in one another's arms. That brought us to the cocktail hour. We enjoyed a couple of beers and a brief respite from sex, until after dinner. At that point, we were due for an hour or so in the Glory Booth, ending with time receiving guests in our own bed to end the day. I suppose I sucked off a dozen or so guys in the booth. I didn't even bother to peek and see who they were-I no longer cared much. They all had big, juicy dicks. However, I was beginning to recognize a good number of the family by their stiff dicks alone! Size, width, coloration, pubes, a bit of curvature here or there, the occasional freckle, ball size-all together, they add up to pretty identifiable details. Among my dozen or so dicks, I'm sure that Uncle Brad, Andy, Uncle Don, Harold, Alex, Jason, and Jeremy were included. Later, in bed with Colin, I received Aaron, Paul, Jamie, Ronnie, Bevan, Peyton, and Brett, all of whom, individually and collectively, fucked my lights out to my great pleasure. Colin had a similar group, except that his happened to be among the older guys, by luck of the draw, that night. He got his bell rung just as well by them, though. At the end, Jeff came by to see if we could take one more. It had occurred to him that, after this week, he was not going to be seeing much of me before he had to go back off to school, so Dad's request that the brothers not monopolize my time, or my ass, at camp, should not be as applicable to him as to Mike, who'd be porking me all winter. So Jeff gave me my final fucking for the evening, and then, damned if he didn't move over and fuck Colin, too! The man was a cum-making machine. Colin and I kind of limped up to the showers and gingerly washed one another's pounded bodies and much-used assholes. We dried each other, too, and limped back to our bed to curl up into each other's arms for well-earned rest. When I turned over later in the night, I found that Chad and Stewart had joined us. We slept. Other writings on Nifty: Adult Friends Closets Feb 2006 College The Association Feb 2008 The Roomie Sep 2001 Rural Bare Ass Horseman Sep 2001 The Farm Boy Mar 2002 Camping Ah, Nature! Sep 2001 Encounters The Hitcher Sep 2001