Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 10:59:02 -0800 (PST) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division, chapter four, gay 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. My thanks to all who have emailed such kind comments. I do appreciate hearing from you. It's nice to know there is someone out there! I'll post a list of my other Nifty works soon, for those who have asked. SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION CHAPTER FOUR BOOT CAMP--SANS BOTTES--ET CULOTTES! Part One -1- Eddie's place was outside of our city, but within the county, only about a twenty minute drive. We visited there often, partly because he had that nice pool, but also because he was a terrific cook and liked to have someone to cook for, and because we all liked him, including Mom. He had about fifteen acres of land around his house, with the perimeter all wooded, mostly in pine, but maybe eight acres in pasture, where he kept three nice saddle horses. Every once in a while, his mare would foal, and we'd all go bonkers over the cute young colt or filly, which he always sold as a yearling. In our younger days, we kids all skinny-dipped at Eddie's, and we guys still did, because the area was completely private. Our sisters followed Mom's example of wearing a bikini bottom once they started menstruating. I could tell by Eddie's tan that he never wore a suit normally, and that he was outside a lot! Several times, we rode horseback in the buff! It took me years to figure out why the girls liked that so much, even more than we guys did. I think that Mom was secretly glad to have us run around naked at Eddie's so that she could surreptitiously keep tabs on our growth and maturity without making a big deal of it. We didn't care, we just liked to go naked outdoors. When Jeff began to sprout pubes and sport uncontrollable, spontaneous erections, Dad set the tone by complimenting him on his maturity, and Mom just smiled. That kept down any embarrassment for any of us as we went through the changes of puberty. Eddie had an insurance business. I'm sure he worked hard at his business, and he certainly seemed to profit from it, but I never actually saw him do it. He seemed available for family fun most any time. When Dad drove me over on the long-awaited Thursday afternoon, we found Eddie floating, naked, in the pool on an ice-blue inflatable raft. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood, pretty much half-way between Dad and Jeff in age, but the equal to either in physique and sex appeal. His hair was lighter, a dark blonde, which is more like mine. But I can't remember how it would have been distributed over his body, because for some time, he had been shaving it all, and I mean all, off, below the eyebrows. He was perfectly, evenly tanned from scalp to toenails. For the past few years, he had been collecting some interesting tattoos, all underneath business-suit boundaries. First (as far as I know) came a one-inch wide ankle band on his left ankle, which drew the eye unerringly to admire his muscular calf, slender ankle, and delicately boned foot. Next, his biceps seemed to swell, over a few months, and first one, then the other, was festooned with a slightly wider banding, coordinating with the ankle, but each unique. A curved gold bar appeared in his right nipple. Mom flinched involuntarily when she saw that. "Eddie, for God's sake, doesn't that hurt?" she asked. He flitted his eyebrows at her. "A few seconds, Maggie. After that, it has certain pleasurable uses." She wisely let the subject drop there, and I never did hear of what those uses might be. Next, a symmetrical design grew out of his ass crack and divided, draping across the tops of his buns to his hip-bones. I had seen that, sort of crawling from his shorts, the previous summer, along with a circular thing around his navel, with a little gold ring in the navel itself. Now, I noticed something I hadn't seen before, though it may have been there a while. Eddie had graceful scrollwork tattooed onto his mons where his pubes used to grow, and a coordinating vine-work design twining around his dick, all the way to a leafy finish on the head. I'd never seen anything like it, even (yet) in on-line porn, which I was just beginning to explore. I was awe-struck. Dad said, "Ed, why don't you just jump in a vat of ink, be purple, and get it over with?" Eddie winked at me. "Because, smart-ass, it isn't just what's inked that matters, but where there is NOT ink. But OK, I admit, I've been getting a little compulsive. Just one more piece, and then I quit--I'm going to finish out the belt design around the front, and tie the whole thing in with the navel and the crotch part. What do you think?" "I think, `Quit while you're ahead,'" Dad smirked. "I like it," I put in. "I take that as a yes," Eddie laughed. "Dad, can I get a tat this summer? Please? Just something really cool, right on my butt. Mom would never have to know. Well, not for a while." While Eddie laughed, Dad gave me a scalding look. But he also drew me to him and kissed me tenderly. "Son, don't leave me all at once. I'm not ready to have all my boys totally grown up all at once yet. And while I'm perfectly OK with you actually being the family slut, I'm not ready for you to look like it." His eyes cut meaningfully over to his brother. "Too late," said Eddie. "It's happening, Scott. Get used to it." "See you both Saturday night. Have fun...er, painting!" And with that, Dad clicked the garden gate shut behind him and left me, the first of the invitees to arrive, with Eddie. -2- While the gate was still closing behind Dad, I was kicking off my flip-flops and dropping my shorts. I didn't even bring any socks, underwear, or other cothing. My skin-tight A-shirt came over my head in one smooth movement, and I was as naked as Eddie, though a bit hairier. I turned around and stuck my butt out at him. Eddie laughed and gave me a slap on my rump. I had my larger butt plug still inserted in my anus. "I like it." I declared. "I knew you would!" he chortled. I turned and dived smoothly into the deep end of the pool. Inside my ass, the plug twitched and massaged with my movement. As I swam to the surface, I experienced a whole set of new sensations, water swirling around my `nads as the plug did its work on my insides. I sprang a boner. "Man, this feels so good." "Well, wear it tonight if you want to. We aren't going to play, though. Tonight is a work night--scraping old paint. Then, tomorrow, we'll paint all day! You guys can work on getting rid of your tan-lines, those that have them. You want a round, white spot on your butt where the plug is? I think not! Tomorrow evening, we'll begin to do some of our training. Finish our work Saturday, and after that, the real work of poppin' cherry begins!" "Eddie, I can't wait." I hoisted myself onto the side of the pool and plopped my plugged butt down beside Eddie, who had sat there after I dove in. He reached over and fondled my erection gently. "Damn, Will, this is one fine-looking cock in a gene pool of very fine-looking cocks." He leaned over and took it, still dripping from the pool, into his mouth. No preamble, no by-your-leave, no hint of recognition of how new a behavior this was between him and me. Yet I knew instantly that I was in the custody of a seasoned professional at this. I was as bad as Mike--in two minutes flat, I squirted my juices into Eddie's extractor. He sat back and savored the flavor like a wine taster. "Hmm. Great body, nice subtle textures. A hint of raspberry and chocolate flavors, and a nice, smooth cinnamon finish. I'd say this would be good with hors d'oeuvres before dinner, or a nice light dessert after. Or with chicken (he gave me a sensuous kiss), or beef (another kiss) or seafood....(kiss)...hell, Will, that cum goes with just about anything. "I've loved you all of your life, Will. I can't tell you how happy and proud I am that you have grown up to be so beautiful, so smart, and so strong. But I asked Scott to bring you earlier than the others so that I could tell you. I've sensed for a long time that you might be a lot like me. Don't worry, I won't press that on you--I want you to be totally yourself--it's just that I feel this amazing bond with you, always have, like you were my own son, you know? Well, maybe you don't. But anyway, I pledge to you, Will, through thick or thin, lovers come and lovers go, my eternal, unbreakable bond of love and loyalty. Always know: I'm here for you." I flung my arms around his neck and just broke down. At that moment, I felt like I was the luckiest person alive, to have such parents, such brothers, and such an amazing uncle. I knew that, no matter what life might have in store for me, I could never feel lost or alone, never. And it was about to get even better. I had hardly dried my tears on Eddie's bare, brown shoulder and finished giving him a tender kiss of gratitude than the garden gate swung open again, and in marched both Steve and Greg, escorted by Steve's dad, Uncle Brad. Greg's voice rang out, "What happenin', Dudes?" I looked past Eddie to see his grinning face, with Steve just behind him, equally beaming. Uncle Brad looked bemused by the whole thing. "Where's everybody's bags?" asked Eddie. "We tossed `em on the porch by Will's. I knew it was Will's because there's no clothes in it!" teased the irrepressible Greg. "Well, jeez, Greg, there's no clothes in yours, either," answered Steve, "Or mine. We knew the drill here." As both boys skinned out of their light, summer duds, Uncle Brad said, "Eddie, looks like you've got everything under control here. `Bye, guys, see you Sunday morning. Y'all have fun--painting-- or whatever." He cackled gleefully. "Sunday NOON, at the earliest," corrected Greg. "Unless you want to carry us back still sleeping." "Noon. See ya." And he was off. The boys dived into the pool, and I sauntered into the john in the cabana and removed my plug and rinsed it off, setting it on the toilet tank to pick up later. I soon joined the others, feeling about the happiest I'd ever felt in my life. Now the absence of the butt-plug felt erotic! We splashed and ducked and wrestled around in the water, much like when we were there together as kids. There was one major difference this time. Now, we handled and fondled one another in a way we'd never done before. We were all rock hard and totally unashamed. To one another, at least, we were out and proud, and very happy to be free to be our real selves, for the very first time together. While Eddie fired up the gas grill and got burgers and dogs to cooking, we were running around playing groin-grope and shrieking--well, mainly Greg was shrieking. Our big erections bobbled and swayed as we ducked and turned, grabbing at each other. I'd never seen Greg or Steve hard before, and it was a revelation. Steve's boner was thick and proud, larger at the base than anywhere else, not so big at the head, and it curved like a scimitar. But Greg, what a surprise! The guy was maybe five feet six and a hundred and twenty-five pounds, but he had a dick just like the rest of us, eight and a half to nine inches, standing out like a whole filet of beef from his crotch. His balls were even bigger and more pendulous than Steve's or mine, rivaling dear Eddie's jewels. Eddie quickly sized up the situation and awarded Greg his family nick-name, which he still answers to in the family. "Hey, Crowbar, when you get through dancin' around over there, would you come over here and help me set out the bread and salad, please?" We all giggled, especially Greg, because we all knew exactly whom Eddie was speaking to. But before Greg/Crowbar could respond to Eddie's request, the gate opened, and the remainder of our new recruits strode in: Stewart, the oldest of those I was expecting, and Nick, who was between me and my brother Mike in age. Plus, there was also Colin, another of the young men of Stew and Jeff's age group, that I hadn't known was coming. Stewart's dad and Nick's dad had pulled up at the same time with their sons, just as Colin was getting out of his car on his own, having driven himself from his college town about two hours away. "Good God, boys," Nick's dad, Stan, exclaimed. "What have they been feeding you in those school lunches, goat testicles?" His gaze was riveted on Greg's big unit. "Da-ad," Nick complained in the universal teen sing-song. Eddie by now had a hard-on, too, and it stood a good nine inches from his hairless crotch, its girth accentuated by the tattoo design it carried. "Yeah, it's a shame, how scrawny and pip-squeaky these lot are. Not a one of `em over ten inches in the manhood department. Where's the beef, guys? Y'all aren't anywhere near hung like Stan, Rodge, and me, and our whole generation." Stan laughed. "Well, I guess they aren't the first hung generation of Caldwells, are they. You boys have fun." And with that, he and Stewart's father, Roger, left laughing and clapping one another on brawny shoulders. Greg and I did go over and help Eddie set up dinner on the patio, while the new guys shucked off and plunged into the pool to cool off. I made surreptitious glances over their way every time one emerged to show off a dripping body. They caught up quickly in the hard-on department, too. Nick was a tall, lean fellow, maybe six feet four, with brown hair hanging in a low forelock on his head, and similar body hair sweeping straight down the middle of his whole body. He even had a centered goatee. His legs were strong, but kind of on the skinny side, but his cock was arguably the thickest one present, and an easy seven and a half in length. I thought his pubes could use a trim, especially his hairy scrotum. But he was hot, no doubt. Stewart was not so tall, but striking at six feet, with broad shoulders and very black hair on very pale skin. His chest was almost hairless, except just around the tits, but he had a triangular patch of black hair that began at the navel and spread into luxuriant pubes. His sausage was uncut, unusual but not unheard of in our clan, and it looked like a real rectum-wrecker, once bared, with its huge, flared head. It stood proudly, soaring toward his navel, at full mast. But the biggest revelation of all was Colin. Oh. My. God. He pulled himself up on the pool ladder and stepped out dripping onto the decking like Eros arising from the deep. He was six feet two, and had strawberry-blond, close-cropped hair. His eyebrows were glistening gold. He was not bulky at all, but had ripped, defined muscles all over the place. The only hair anywhere on his body was a modest swath of deep red-gold pubes (and, I later noticed on close inspection, a light sprinkling of gold on his legs). He was not yet erect, but his penis hung six inches, soft. It was magnificent. HE was magnificent. "Don't stare," whispered Greg, as he leaned across in front of me to place a bowl of potato salad onto the table. "Or drool," he added raising up again. "It's just not cool." "It's just--I--I've never seen anything like that in my life," I stammered. He was as well-built as Jody, but taller, more mature, and--GAY. "Where has this guy been all my life?" I sort of remembered him at family gatherings, but he was in Jeff's age group, aloof and unreachable to me, and besides, he didn't look anything like this.. Plus, I would never have dreamed in a million years, he would turn out to be gay. "Growing up right in front of your nose, that's where. He was all gawky and clumsy, even just a few years ago.. Remember, he couldn't throw a soft ball ten yards. Then he went away to college, got into lifting and intramural sports. Suddenly, this love-god appeared where scrawny Colin had been before. Nick told me some stuff, too, don't tell anybody, because he wasn't supposed to. He says the last few years, Colin was at the men's gatherings, and he was fuckin' ass right and left, like a stud dog, and taking blow jobs from anybody and everybody. Never sucked anybody, though, or gave any sign of playing for our team. Then, last winter, he didn't show for hunting season at all, or Spring weekend, either. Next anyone hears, he's been to his dad and applied for SSD. They say his dad was real pissed, didn't take it well at all. Just when his son gets all masculine, he also turns out gay. Go figure. But get this--word is, he's still a virgin, where it counts. This weekend, he's getting his cherry picked just like you are." "And you." "Naw, not me. I've known I was gay since I was a little kid, Will. I took up wrestling team at school because it's a sport little guys can do, same as big guys. And also, I liked the uniforms, and it looks sort of like hugging to wrestle. Well, wrestling is a very erotic sport, so much contact. I always got hard, even in practice, hell, most guys do. But when I get hard, sad to say, everybody knows about it. Wrestling unitards don't hide squat. It was pretty clear the other guys turned me on, big time. First tournament on the road, the entire team passed me around in the hotel, fucking my ass. They raped me, really, except like they say, you can't rape the willing. They were considerate, though, they organized themselves from smallest to biggest, being used to size classifications and all. Get this--the smallest dick on the squad was on a heavyweight senior. He's the dude who got my little cherry! After that, even on long bus rides, I was the one that got rode, in the back of the bus after Coach went to sleep. No, I'll go through the routine here along with you guys, esprit de corps and all that, but Eddie knows I'm really a seasoned old whore, as far as experience goes. But not Colin. He's definitely cherry." "Who's his stud for Saturday night?" "That Nick doesn't know. He was a late entry. Maybe Eddie?" "Maybe me. I volunteer." "Definitely not you, and not me, either. But, don't forget--we get to watch, whoever it is." Suddenly, I had yet another reason why Saturday night couldn't get there fast enough.