Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2010 07:32:17 -0800 (PST) From: kevin Donovan Subject: special services division, chapter 5, 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. SPECIAL SERVICES DIVISION By Kevin Donovan CHAPTER FIVE BOOT CAMP-SANS BOTTES, ET CULOTTES, Part Two -1- After we ate, we did get down to work scraping the house trim, buck naked, of course. We didn't even bother with shoes. Eddie had rounded up plenty of ladders and scrapers to keep us all busy, and since it didn't get fully dark until nine-thirty, and he had floodlights under his eaves, too, we worked until 10:30 and got the scraping done. The painting would be slower, but with so many hands, it would not be a huge task. We were all covered in paint flecks, except around our eyes, mouths and noses, where we'd had goggles and masks on. The pool had an outdoor shower, and we went in two by two to wash the dust off each other. I saw Colin holding back kind of shyly, and I stepped back, too, and let the others go ahead. Was that my imagination, or did he give me the eye a little? First Steve and Nick hopped in. After them, Stewart got under the spray, and Greg gave me a small wink, a little nod at Colin, then stepped in with Stewart. That left me and Colin. He gave me a wry smile, and turned under the water, his back to me. So I began to stroke his neck and shoulders, knocking the flecks of paint off under the spray of warm water. I was only two inches shorter, even then, and we are the same height by now. I worked all the way down to his butt, and then slicked water over his butt-cheeks also. Damn, what a fine ass that guy had. On Saturday night, when he bent to get popped, I hoped I wouldn't just pass out from pleasure, just watching. Even there in the shower, I popped a boner. Then Colin turned around, and I saw what Colin had been hiding: he had a boner, too. Oh, Jesus. It was so beautiful-long, just medium thickness, straight like an arrow, and tipped sort of like one, too. Incredible. It was peaches and cream in color, and he blushed even darker pink when he saw me looking at it. I just smiled at him and began helping the water rinse flecks off of his broad, muscular chest and then his rippling stomach. He returned the favor, and his touch was electric to my chest, but he had, in my mind, much less provocative terrain to groom. Our session was ended far too soon, but as we stepped from the shower, I noticed that all eyes were turned on us as the others dried themselves. Nick tossed me a towel, and Stewart had one for Colin. "You got noticed," Greg whispered later, as I dried my feet. "Nothing happened, Greg. Don't make more of it than it was." "He wasn't hard until he saw you under there. I'm not making that up." "I doubt if he knows my name. I'm a little kid to him." Greg grabbed my dick and gave it a stroke or two. "Hon, that ain't little, and you ain't no kid." "But he's so beautiful and sexy!" Now he gave me a stern look. "And so are you!" He spun and walked away. -2- In his basement, Eddie had a very comfortable and attractive man-cave, with a full size pool table, a foosball, a game table, and a huge TV and stereo theater set-up, a full wet bar, and a beer tap with several choices of nice beers. He didn't take out any hard liquor. We all helped ourselves to beers, Stewart put in an action movie DVD, and we settled onto soft couches and chairs to sip and relax. In the middle of the room, there was a leather-upholstered ottoman sort of thing, but so big, it was practically a round bed. Stewart lay on one side of it, and Nick on the other. The movie was pretty good, and had some pretty hot actors in it. But within fifteen minutes, Nick had his hand on Stewart's butt, and Stewart sidled over a little closer to encourage him. That brought on some hole-fingering on Nick's part, up to the second and third knuckle, as we viewers noted carefully. In another quarter-hour, Nick grinned, or rather leered, back at the rest of us, and then he kneed over between Stew's spread-eagle legs and crouched there. This was blocking much of the TV screen for me, but I did not object. He planted his mouth right on the center of Stew's ass and pressed his lips and tongue against his opening. I was getting great views of Nick's rosebud as he worked. Stew responded with something intellectual and theological, like, "Ahnghhh. Jesus Christ!" Steve and Greg were seated on a love-seat to the side of the grouping. Steve had laid his arm across Greg's shoulders awhile back, and now it was reaching down so he could pinch and fondle Greg's nipple. His mouth soon latched onto the other nipple, and soon he was sucking alternately at Greg's mouth, nipple, armpit, and navel. Greg's amazing Tower of Power leaned against Steve's nose while he was licking the navel. Clearly, it would get some attention, too, very soon. I had sat on one end of the sofa, and I had turned to sit kind of sideways, one foot up on the cushion, leaning against the sofa arm, as I often did at home. It was not intended to be provocative, but just comfortable for me. Nevertheless, when Colin sat on the opposite end, as there was no other place to sit, since Eddie was in the lounge chair, there was my bare foot and leg right at Colin's hip, and my crotch spread wide open for his examination. Just looking at Nick go at Stew made me hard, not even to mention knowing I was on the same sofa with Colin. So I was kind of shooting cock shots at Colin. I noticed him examining alright, making shy eye contact occasionally. I glanced at Eddie, who was now stroking his cock gently as he watched Nick and Stew, and Greg and Steve. What a throbber that man had! I felt a caress on my extended foot, and glanced back to Colin. He was gently massaging my toes and foot, and coyly eyeing me. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. In a few moments, wetness engulfed my two biggest toes. Then a slick, wet object slid down to the arch of my foot and back, tickling between all my toes tantalizingly. Then firm, wet lips suckled them in turn. If I had on pants, I might have wet 'em. Colin was sucking and licking on my foot. I let him work on my foot long enough to make it clear I liked it very much, so that he would feel free to continue as long as he wanted. Hell, he could have done that all night long, for my part. But soon enough, I opened my eyes, raised up my head, and looked his way. What I was feeling was a combination of gratitude, admiration, lust, and pleasure. I'm not sure how the message came out on the other end, but the impact it had on Colin was electric. He smiled the biggest and sexiest smile I'd seen from him yet, revealing every perfect tooth between those strong, manly jawbones. He shook his head slightly as if in surrender. His eyes sparkled with energy. Then he slid his hand up my calf and thigh and onto my bare hip, leaning his whole body forward as if in slow motion. With his right hand, he pulled my dick forward, and his mouth descended upon it as he took it right down to the root in one, long, wet slide. The head of it hit the back of his throat; then, the curtain of tonsils parted, and it went even deeper, right into his throat itself. The sensation was overwhelming. Apparently, I had subconsciously recovered that "smoldering look" my dad found so irresistible, and Colin was susceptible to it, too. Eddie affirmed that, and told me later that if Colin had not taken the initiative to suck my cock when he did, Eddie would have leaped over his body to take me himself, by force if necessary. As it was, he came loudly just at that moment, spurting a huge fountain of semen all the way over to land on Nick's ass on the ottoman. Colin sucked my dick like a sump pump for maybe fifteen minutes. I still don't know why I didn't come after the first thirty seconds, it was that hot. Maybe it was TOO hot-isn't it weird how, sometimes you have pleasure so great you almost CAN'T get off from it? Anyway, I didn't come from Colin's fabulous cock-sucking, and I was glad I didn't, because I wanted it to last at least until next Wednesday. He finally needed a break, of course, and he dragged his tongue on up my body to lick my tits, and my underarms, and my throat. My throat is particularly erogenous. I was kind of soundlessly moaning, and thrashing my head back and forth. He reached my chin, and then my mouth. He lay upon me much as Mike had done, that night when he lost control and almost ravished me. I wondered if Colin was about to pluck my cherry for me, right there in front of everybody, before its time. But he didn't. I felt my cock, at maximum state of red alert, slide up into Colin's crack, and he tightened his legs just a little to embrace it. He slid his feet below mine and pressed upward, using my feet to brace his hip and leg movements. Then, all the time kissing me like a banshee, he began to slide his crack up and down on my throbbing dick. Oh, I wanted it to slide into his hole so bad, and it was so near, easing up and down my pole like that. My ridge felt it each time it slid by. My breathing became erratic, and ragged. So did Colin's. His breath huffed in my face, sweet and sexy. Suddenly, I could bear it no more. I felt the wave of muscular contraction begin at the base of my phallus, and my balls and prostate let loose of their fluid in a wave of ecstasy. Inside, I screamed. I don't know if it was audible to anyone or not. Sperm spouted from the top of Colin's crack like a geyser and showered down on his butt-cheeks and lower back. It pooled into his crack and dribbled down across his hole onto his ball-sack. He suctioned my tongue as if he were trying to remove it from my mouth. Gradually, we relaxed a bit, and when I could speak, I whispered, "Turn around, let me clean you up." He reversed direction, and I licked my cum off both his perfect ass cheeks, then dove into his crack and licked up the rest. The faint, musky, manly aroma led me to linger over his pucker long after we both knew all the cum was gone. He raised up a little and dipped his balls into my wide-open mouth, letting me clean his scrotum of any lingering residue of semen. His dangling testicles as he tea-bagged me were just about the prettiest I'd ever seen. This was when I first observed the light hairiness of his sack and thighs, not really noticeable to the eye at all from any distance. As we finished our little tryst on the sofa, Eddie announced authoritatively, "OK, men, it's time for some rack. We have a long day of work tomorrow. Three bedrooms upstairs, besides mine. Two to a bed. Mine's a king-I don't mind having a bed-mate or two." I turned my head toward Eddie's voice as Colin dismounted my body, flashing me another glimpse of his sexy undercarriage. All the guys had gazes fastened upon us on the sofa. I'm pretty sure all or most of them had gotten off with one another, yet they had been totally captivated by watching Colin and me go at it. Clearly, Eddie had even held off his invitation to bedtime until he saw we were finished. Any form of public exhibitionism was a totally new experience for me, and I gathered for Colin, too. He blushed deeply as he noticed the others eyeballs latched onto his naked form. For my part, I knew right off I liked it, being a sexual show-off to others. I'd have loved having sex with a man like Colin even if no one ever knew it but me. But how nice it was to have him, and have others know I had him, too. I didn't think of Colin as merely a magnificent specimen and possibly the most beautiful male human on the planet, though he was that. I already had begun to think he might just be a man I could love. But hey, in a way, I loved my bud Jody, that big galoot, but also my brother Mike, certainly my uncle Eddie, and even my own dad! Did I even know what love is? Probably not. I had a lot to learn, about a lot of things. As others began to straggle up the stairs, Nick and Stewart even holding hands, I decided to roll the dice. "So, you want to share a bed with me, then?" Thrill of victory or agony of defeat, one way or the other, coming up imminently. "Yeah, I do," Colin murmured. But then he leaned in close. "I don't want Eddie left by himself, though, do you? He's such a great guy, and so good to us. Do you mind if we shack with him, too?" "I'd like that a lot. You want in the middle, between us?" "No, I think you in the middle. I think Eddie would like that, too." That's when my heart just melted a little more. Having a man you think you might be falling in love with show concern for the man you know you love, well that is a very impressive, erotic, romantic thing. A beautiful man is a treasure, scarce as a black pearl. A beautiful, sensitive man, now that is the pearl of excellence. I took Colin's hand in mine, and I leaned in and kissed him. We scrambled together up the stairs to plop down on Eddie's big bed while he turned out lights and locked doors on the main level. -3- Eddie grinned widely when he saw the two of us sharing his bed. He slid in beside me, took me into his arms, and kissed me deeply. I sensed his upper arm reaching over to caress Colin, too. When he broke our kiss, he raised his chest over mine to kiss Colin just as passionately. It was late, and we all needed to be up early next day. But we were kind of revved, and none of us really felt like sleeping. It soon became clear that Colin was having an interior struggle, and he needed to talk. Eddie settled down between my legs and pleasured me orally while Colin and I lay on our backs and shared our lives with one another. I fondled Colin's stiffy, and Eddie reached up to massage his balls, while Collin did most of the talking. It turned out that Colin had fought his gayness all of his life. He did everything he could to be straight, he realized now, mainly to please his father, who had some homophobic qualities about him. Ralph was of the "I'm not prejudiced, some of my best friends are gay," school of bigotry, who also make derogatory cracks about queers and fags, and who certainly did not want his son to be one of them. Out at The Camp, he got his rocks off on the youngest men available with rough thrusts and grunts ("hell, they like it that way, don't they?") and smacks to the rump leaving big, red paw prints. Eddie did his best to keep his young guys away from Ralph, but when the big lout was in his cups, which was just about every night, that was a full-time job. Right away, I figured old Ralph might be a closeted fag in deep denial himself! The way Ralph explained to Colin what went on at The Camp made it very plain he had little but contempt for the SSD, and expected his son to respond likewise. Ralph liked the drinking and card-playing with his brothers and cousins best, and he looked forward to having Colin, his oldest of three sons, join him in manly revelry. ["Oooh, do that some more," I cooed to Eddie, as he explored the territory south of my scrotum with his lips and tongue."] The first time Colin attended a gathering, it was a long weekend, and Ralph quickly began drinking and pressing liquor on Colin, too, until both men were staggering. Then, Ralph challenged his son to a fucking contest, to see which one could "breed the most faggots" before midnight. Colin tried to steer the activity to a side bedroom for a little privacy, but some of the other men demanded to watch and referee, so it wound up being acted out on the front porch. One after another, SSD volunteers grabbed hold of the porch railing and bent at the waist in front of the two studs to be bred, as a circle of men surrounded them, pulling their puds lustfully. Colin was almost too drunk to stand, and had nowhere near the head for liquor his old man had. But he had teenage nuts, and he could pump cum like a fountain. He left his dad in the dust at seven to four at the stroke of the hour. Ralph was elated with pride in his lusty son, who had established his manhood so capably on his first time among the family menfolk. [Eddie returned to work more seriously on my manhood. I groaned, and my cock swelled almost to bursting.] But Colin woke up next morning hung over and bummed out. While he had taken great pleasure in enjoying the backsides of the beautiful men he'd bred, he also wished he could have been one of them. He admired the way they offered themselves so generously to the rough ride they got, especially from Ralph. He even had images of himself taking his father's big dick. (Ralph, by the way, is early forties, with a trim reddish beard and short butch haircut, not bad looking at all in a rough-trade sort of way, six-one and a little heavier than average for our family, but very muscular. I'd never seen him naked yet, but Colin noted that his dad was heavy hung, and proud of it. Proud of Colin's naughty bits, too, or at least he was until he found out how Colin wanted to use them!) Eddie sent cousin Blake, one of the SSD, in his mid-twenties, to tend to Colin all morning. Blake mixed a bromo for Colin and held it to his lips to drink. He supported him while he hurled into the bucket Eddie had brought to the bedside. From time to time, Eddie looked in, too. In all of this, Ralph showed no concern whatever. In fact, he laughed at his son's weak stomach, saying he'd be a real man when he could fuck all night and still hold his likker, too. Colin kind of spilled his guts to Eddie about his sexuality conflict, and Eddie listened with concern, but didn't try to tell Colin what to do about it. He made clear Colin had to make the decision and live with the result, either way. But his shoulder was there to cry on, when needed. [I spilled my seed into Eddie's appreciative throat and mouth. My thighs rested on those same strong shoulders. Eddie carefully licked every drop of my man-juice off of my crotch and left it to air dry.] Colin went back home more than ever determined to win his father's approval. He worked out and entered headlong into sports and physical training. When he enrolled in the university, he pledged a fraternity, a macho outfit that was filled with pussy-hounds whose life- style was locker room bravado. He was set up with sorority girls to date, and they expected good sex, which he worked hard to provide. He never had trouble getting a nut himself, and he was always able to bring his gal off one way or another. But from every date, he went back to the dorm and jacked off in the shower, thinking about one of the guys in the frat or at the party or in the family, never of his date. Nothing serious ever developed except his seriously gorgeous physique and serious loneliness. Even his grades suffered that year, and everyone who really knew and cared about him realized he was unhappy. Naturally shy anyway, he withdrew even deeper into himself. [Eddie moved over to his next guest and swallowed Colin's long dong deep into himself at this moment, also. Colin gave a groan and paused in his story-telling. When he resumed, it was in ragged bursts, as Eddie grasped his big balls and mouth-danced up and down his pole.] Finally, Colin's mother Elaine intervened by going to Eddie for help. She had her share of trials to bear with Ralph's excessive testosterone, too, and she saw what it was doing to her first-born son. She was a pretty sharp cookie, and she could put two and two together. Eddie surprised Colin one day at school, and the two had a long, heart-to-heart talk. In the end, Colin realized that he could not go on living a false life. At the end of the term, just weeks ago, he had dropped the fraternity, and sucking up his courage, he had met with his dad to break the news he was gay. As earlier reported, it did not go smoothly. Ralph stormed and blustered. "No son of his..." etc. But after a few days, with Colin resolute, Ralph seemed to come around some. Colin told him he was entering the SSD unit this summer, with or without his approval. Ralph demanded to know who was going to bust his ass. "I was hoping you would, Dad," said Colin. Ralph responded with a wicked leer. "You sure you're man enough to take it, Boy?" he challenged. "You've seen me in action. I don't coddle pansies." "I'm not a pansy, Dad. I'm just gay, that's all. And I would like you to accept that about me, if you can." [Colin's cock erupted in a series of abundant ejaculations. Eddie clamped down with his lips and swallowed as they flowed into his throat. Colin let out a deep exhalation of relieved tension.] "Sure, I'll breed your ass." Ralph responded. "Anytime you want to play the bitch, Boy, you let me know. Maybe I'll even go easy on you. Maybe." His snort made that possibility seem dubious. [Eddie crawled up Colin's long body to kiss him with a deep, spermy kiss, a mixture of our two similar flavors. Then, he moved atop me to perform the same favor. Finally, he rolled onto his own mattress allotment, and I gave Colin a deep kiss of my own.] So Ralph was scheduled to appear on Saturday night to "sponsor" his son. Eddie didn't like this plan at all, because he would have his hands full keeping the event safe and edifying for Colin, and pleasant for everyone else. He feared Ralph would show up drunk and rowdy. Collin feared that, too. But even more he feared something else: that Ralph would not show up at all. The story told and heard, the three of us dozed off into a deep sleep. I felt warm skin on both sides of me. Despite my concern for Colin, I was content.