Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2010 14:59:54 -0700 (PDT) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division, chapter 26 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-SIX In the two hours we spent on the lake, we did have some conversation and better yet, some laughs together, which helped me feel closer to Ralph, who I perceived was an OK guy, now that he was out and sober. It was clear he truly did love his only son, and that he was extremely sorry for the ass he'd been in recent years. Upon return to the lodge, Colin and I, with Stewart and Chad, retreated to our room for a nap. When we emerged, it was cocktail hour in the main room, and dinner was almost ready. On the porch, the glory holes were already in operation using volunteer cock-suckers-often SSD men went to do their shift at the glory holes and found that there was no room for them, because regular guys were there anonymously sucking cock-- and Tyler and Kyle were swinging in the slings, cocks slamming lustily into their asses. Three or four men stood around waiting for their turn. Both sling-swingers had their heads back and eyes closed. I signaled Colin to hold on a minute, and shushed the guys standing around. The man fucking Kyle, a guy named Steve, nutted, and I stepped up behind him. I was already hard, from watching. I slipped my cock up Kyle's chute and began to hunch. He sighed, but did not open his eyes. I began to fuck harder. Kyle just sort of hummed a happy moan. I was almost there, thinking, "Hey, I just fucked my school guidance counselor, and he doesn't even know it," and grinned over at Colin, when I glanced back at my sling partner, and he was looking back at me, wide-eyed. The jig was up, so I winked at him. He couldn't help it-he grinned, then snickered, then looked orgasmic as I shot my cum-load up his well-used ass. I leaned over and kissed him. "Don't make a habit of it, young man," he said. But he was smiling. I rejoined Colin with a happy swagger. Colin and I sat with our dads at dinner, and it felt good. At the end, the four of us went up to the showers together to cleanse and prep for an evening of good, hard sex. Both Colin and I were treated to some of our favorite lays that night: it seemed the men were more and more matching up with their most compatible partners rather than playing the field as they had done earlier in the week. Jeremy came to make love to me, and Paul, along with Aaron, Bo, Alan, and, of course, the ever-present Jeff. But this time he came after me, not Colin! Colin entertained Win, Jason, Bevan, Joe, Brett, and Peyton. There was lots of heavy kissing, caressing, and licking that night! It wasn't just a fuck-fest, but non-stop, communal love-making. After our session in the bed, we moved on to the slings, while Chad and Stewart occupied our musty mattress. We relieved Wes and Rick, who were just getting their asses hosed out after their stint; big puddles of Caldwell baby-starter still coated the planking under their rumps. Ernie hosed it away, and we hopped up into the still-warm leather strapping. In minutes, the lines to both of us stretched down the porch to the front corner. Damn! I felt a blush of pride and a tremble of fear for my overused ass-Colin and I, among a sizeable group of very hot and sexy men, were clearly the ones the men of our family most wanted to fuck one more time before the week ended. Between that session and the one following on Saturday, every man in the camp shot a load up both our asses, either in the bed or the slings, or both. It wore out my butt, but it also made me feel damn good. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Some men spoke to me, some kissed me, some gave my dick a few strokes or sucks. I came three or four times myself. At the end of the session, our last customers had to help us out of the slings and hold us 'til we got our land legs again. My ass felt warm and wet, well- used and tingly-but amazingly good, after pulling such a long train of well-hung Caldwell males. One man patted my thigh appreciatively just after he shot a load up my ass. I cracked an eye to see who it was-Kyle! He had tagged me back. We grinned at one another. School just wouldn't be the same in the fall after this! Once we were done, Ernie manned his garden hose and cleaned us up tenderly. Arms supporting one another, we crab-walked across the main lounge to our room, where Chad and Stewart were just completing a change of sheets on the big bed. "You two look like you've been rode hard," commented Chad. "Yeah, and put up wet," finished Stewart. Both of us still dripped a bit from Ernie's hosing. "I guess the last thing you need right now is a good fucking," continued Chad. "At this point, what the hell, what's one more?" said Colin. Stewart and Chad grinned devilishly at one another. Within five minutes, Colin and I lay flat on our stomachs with Stewart's cock firmly planted in Colin's ass, and Chad's in mine. We slept that night facing one another, arms embracing, with bookend buddies embedded in our posteriors on either side. --2- Wrapping It Up That was how Dad and Eddie found us when they looked in on us early Saturday morning, as the day dawned clear and beautiful. "I think the boys enjoyed their first week at The Camp," declared Eddie. "How can you tell?" Dad inquired satirically. I opened one eye to squint at them-the two brothers had their arms around one another's waists, and they grinned at us lovingly. I closed my eye and resumed my slumber. Chad's thick slab felt good resting in my ass, and Colin's strong arms certainly felt good embracing mine. I was content. But a couple of hours later, male limbs began to stir around me. Colin was stretching a bit, and Chad was cuddling up against my back and ass from the other direction. I felt his hands caressing my upper arm and flank all the way down to the thigh. His dick was hard again, and it began to slide in and out of my rectum, just as it had upon insertion the night before. Colin grunted. Apparently, he was getting some of the same bone action from Stewart at his backside. He lifted his upper leg to accommodate the thrusting better, and I followed suit. Ten minutes later, our two lovers erupted into our bowels with a fresh load of their thick goo. Colin kissed me gently, and I returned the kiss. His cock pressed against my pubic area. I felt Chad nuzzling at the back of my neck. Stew's hand crossed over Colin's body and stroked my shoulder. Damn. This was a good way to greet the day. We lay in bliss for a few more minutes, but finally, Stewart pulled his cock out of Colin's ass and rolled over, saying, "Well, Buddy, unless you want me to piss up your ass, I need to excuse myself and visit the porch." Colin said, "Hmmm," as if he were thinking about having Stewart piss in his ass. We all laughed. None of us were really into piss. The rest of us followed suit, then, and went with him to unburden our bladders in golden streams off the side porch near the Glory Holes, which were unmanned for the morning. Stewart turned his gushing hose onto Colin's legs, setting off a wholesale pissing contest among us. When we all ran out of ammo, we were well-drenched below the tits. "I guess that answers my next question, which was going to be: Shower first, or breakfast first?" quipped Chad. "I'm dripping cum, too, as well as stinking of piss," confessed Colin. "Shower, for sure." So off we went to cleanse ourselves, inside and out. A couple of guys we passed on the way turned up their noses and swung around to stare at us as we hustled toward the showers. We skipped our run for this, our final camp day, and opted naughtily for plates of pancakes and sausage back at the main lodge. "After all, I'm just a growing boy." "Your dick is growing. I swear, it's bigger just since we've been together." "It's at its biggest around you, lover." And so Colin and I entertained the table with sparkling wit over breakfast. Afterward, we went down to the lake and actually went fishing. We walked around the bank to a nice, grassy area with good lake access and baited up hooks, attached bobbers and weights, and just lay back on the ground to wait for nibbles. No sex, just some making out, languid caressing, and good conversation. Steve and Greg wandered up and joined us. "I never thought I'd admit it, guys, but my butt is just about fucked out. I just hope my hole will close up enough next week to hold the shit in," Greg stated bluntly. "Thank you, Greg, for sharing that bit of intimacy," responded Steve, "As a matter of fact, we all hope that-that YOU can hold your shit in, I mean." "Yeah, starting now, not next week," this from Chad. We all laughed, but secretly, I kind of hoped the same thing. I knew my anus had been worked un-naturally hard this week, and as much as I loved all that fucking, it had to take a toll on the old Oh-ring. Just then, Stewart farted, and we all dissolved in giggles like ten-year-olds. I realized then how much I loved these guys, and how important they had all become to my life. It would never again be as it was. We caught a few bream, and took them up to the cook-shack for cleaning and prepping. Beginning with lunch, we had a smorgasbord of leftovers to choose from for our remaining meals: Eddie was cleaning the fridge, freezer, and pantries of all remaining provisions. There were a dozen kinds of pies and cakes to choose from, and samples of just about every entrée we'd enjoyed for the whole camp, plus soups and casseroles made from suspiciously familiar materials. In a way, it was some of the best eating we'd done all week! Our final Chadding session was set for after lunch. I was set to do my big brother Jeff, which would be a real treat and historic event. Chad had his friend and future roomie, the notorious cocksman Win, around whom no sorority babe's virtue was secure. Stewart would relieve my cousin Joe of his male hymen. This should be an afternoon to savor and remember: I was certain it would be talked of in the family for years to come. As was becoming our custom, our assistants Steve and Greg took the men up to the showers for their prep work. They returned grinning shyly, except for Jeff, who fully expected to be the star of this spectacle, and looked forward to the increased notoriety it would bring him. He expected his great sacrifice to be duly noted and celebrated by all. In reality, Win's participation, and even Joe's pretty butt on display, were also major draws to the event. We lined up our guys on their pillow butt-lifters, and we began our work of munching on their assholes. At first, it was a bit weird approaching my older brother Jeff's rump with tongue dripping and extended. He was always the cocky, in-charge, authoritative one among us kids, and I was pretty low on the pecking order. Still, somehow, this week, with all the sex we'd seen him engaged in, he'd become more humanized to me. He needed to get his rocks off just like anybody else. In a way, he was as needy and vulnerable as any of the men we serviced, just more physically impressive and sexy than most. So I aimed at his handsome pucker, and in seconds, I was slurping away with gusto. It tasted like ass, just like all the others, and he moaned just as contentedly as any of them. Win seemed completely unbothered that this was his next-term room-mate licking his butt-hole next to me-he groaned just as pleasurably as the rest, as Colin ran his tongue across the contours of his rectum. And Joe, though quieter, smiled and sighed as Stewart worked his magic on the third young hole of the afternoon. A few men looked in and observed our work for a few minutes, but they soon moved on, likely to return later as activities picked up in intensity. The hour went by quickly, partly because we traded off oral duties with our associates. Steve and Greg were not the least bit hesitant about planting their faces in my brother's ass, or any of the others, for that matter. In no time, it seemed, we were ready to move on to the vibrators. I don't know if Jeff ever had anything at all up his ass before, I kind of doubt it. I couldn't imagine any of the girls he dated even sucking his big, drooling dick, much less sticking a manicured finger up his moderately-hairy ass. We buzzed around provocatively with our vibrating dildos, tantalizing the men's rectums with quick forays inside. Gradually, we worked more and more of the instruments inside their colons. All three moaned louder, with facial expressions just short of ecstasy. Real ecstasy came soon enough, once we got our dicks imbedded in them. Joe's was tight, and Stewart had the biggest challenge, again, just working his big fuck-stick in the hole. It was pretty clear that Win and Jeff's back entrances had been closed to the public in the past, too. We had to use plenty of lube and take it very slow to keep our men relaxed and receptive in their places. Finally, all three of us were pubic bone-to-the-butt in our clients. We wiggled around a bit. They flexed and squirmed their hips a bit. Then, it was off to the races. The three of us fucked our hearts out and shot off one after another deep within the men's anal recesses. Collin was first cummer this time. After a moment draining the lizard and catching his breath, he pulled the hose out Win's tank and stepped back to let Steve take his place. Steve went right to hunching, almost like a rabbit, and Win just moaned. I came next, and Greg slid into Jeff's ass to continue his initiation. By this time, there was kind of a line forming at our doorway. Both Mike and Dad were there, but they both had special invitations to enjoy Jeff's ass. When Stewart finished with Joe, Bo came forward to do the honors. Greg finished quickly in Jeff, and Dad was next. He stroked his son's buttocks and thanked him for the opportunity. Jeff just smiled, and Dad slid his big cock up Jeff's slick, relaxed asshole. Dad caressed Jeff's muscular back and shoulders. Jeff's mouth opened. Dad leaned forward and kissed his grown-up oldest son on the lips. Jeff's eyes opened and he looked intently at his father, who had his cock fully implanted in his manly ass. They smiled at one another good-humoredly. Jeff had fucked an awful lot of guys, me a number of times, and recently, Dad several times. Now he was getting one-time pay-back from both of us, and he would never be able to deny he enjoyed it! Schoolmate Bevan was next with Win. He's a cute guy, and I enjoyed watching him fuck his handsome partner, in between glances at Dad topping Jeff. Soon Bo nutted, and then Mitch came up to fuck Joe. Dad finished, and Mike took his turn at the stern with his big bro Jeff. He had a big, shit-eating grin the whole time he reamed his brother's straight ass. It was getting even time for middle-bro! Jeff was kind of grunting on the down-stroke by the time Mike finished. "How's it going?" I asked Jeff. "Maybe two more," he answered. "Long as we're at it." Zack couldn't be more delighted. He'd been looking forward to this, and he was thrilled to get a crack at his friend and co-leading-stud's hole. He slammed into Jeff and made him very well aware that he was getting ass-fucked by a top dog. Jeff's final partner was Eddie, who finished him off tenderly and considerately, but nevertheless added a final full load of man- cream to the mix in his raunchy gut. Jeff was done for, and he soon dozed off. A thin line of cum drooled from his ass onto this scrotum. I wiped it up with the warm wash-rag Greg brought in, bathing my brother's haired scrotum gently. Meanwhile, Win took on Craig and Jeremy. He ended with Casey. Lots of the newbies like to experience Casey once they got broken in, to prove to themselves that they could take the biggest pole in the family. Casey was always happy to oblige. He didn't cum in Win, though. He moved down and slid the pipe into Joe, too, and topped off the loads already injected into him by the earlier studs. We'd had a very successful series of Chadding afternoons. I knew we'd have more applicants at later gatherings, and I looked forward to many more opportunities to prove my premise that no man is too straight to enjoy a good ass-fucking, properly administered. Our customers were so satisfied, I was sure many of them would be back for repeat performances.