Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 10:47:54 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dragonden-Activity-Centre: Chapter 2 (gay/incest)

This story is about the relationship between a man and his three sons. If
this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where you are, you know where
to go. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate comments, ideas, feedback and
participation as the story progresses, please email me. Details are at the
bottom. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply.

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CHARACTERS:

GERAINT: 37 years old
RHYS: 15 years old
OWEN: 13 years old
HUGH: 11 years old
GAVIN: 23 year old assistant manager

RECAP:

Owen began to get nervous about playing with Rhys' dick for too long, for
fear of being sprung, so he removed his hand and made an attempt to do his
flies back up. At the half way point, Rhys moved his hand slightly and that
made Owen hurriedly remove his hand and return it to his own side of the
car.

Rhys opened his eyes, looked over at his younger brother and winked.

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CHAPTER 2:

Owen panicked, his eyes darting all over the place as his mind tried to
weigh up the implications of being caught by his brother. The fact that
Rhys had not baited him out to their father, or punched him in the face,
should have gone some way to alleviate his fears, but it didn't. He was
convinced that Rhys was saving up his wrath until they were alone.

Owen closed his eyes and feigned sleep, eventually drifting off in reality,
Rhys however was wishing that he had not moved his hand, but had allowed
his brothers attention to his dick to continue, without scaring him off.

None of the brothers were actually gay, but being away in an all-male
boarding school, with mostly male staff, and being surrounded by all that
testosterone month after month plays havoc on young horny minds. They hand
heard many rumours of friendship boundaries being crossed by other boys in
the school, apparently a few boys had been caught wanking or sucking each
other off and there was always a lot of horse-play, where boys grabbed at
each other, joking about. Rhys, Owen and Hugh had all engaged in the
banter, and even the ass and ball grabbing and towel-whipping in the
changing rooms, but none of them had gone as far as this before.

Owen closed his eyes imagining his brother sucking him off in the back of
the car, as he fantasised, he laid his head back against the window and
slipped off back to sleep. His 'tent' was firmly back in place, much to his
father's bewilderment, who was still glancing at his sons through the rear
view mirror, but had not realised that Owen had been awake.

It was after midnight by the time they reached home. All three boys had
been fast asleep for the most part of the journey. Geraint pulled into the
driveway and parked in the barn-turned-massive-carport. He turned off the
engine and all three boys woke up simultaneously.

"We're home already?" Hugh asked, surprised.

"Yep, I took a short-cut and we did the journey in twenty minutes", Geraint
joked.

"Really?" Hugh asked, too dazed to 'get' sarcasm.

They dragged their carcasses out of the car, collected their bags from the
boot and traipsed into the house, all ready to jump straight into their
beds.

"Boys, I'm going to Liverpool in the morning to see a man about a small
roller-coaster I'm thinking of installing in the farm, if any of you wanna
come with me, I'll be leaving at about nine". He offered. "Gavin will be in
charge here if you need anything".

Gavin is the assistant manager at Dragonden; he is a hard working young man
who has been working for Geraint since leaving school at sixteen, seven
years ago. He is tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and an immaculate
8-pack. He spends a lot of time working out in the gym and an equally large
amount of time preening himself in the mirror. The boys tease him for his
'metrosexuality' but did not actually suspect him of being gay.

"I'll come with you tomorrow dad" Owen said, but you'll have to wake me,
I'm fucked".

"Great". Geraint said. "Watch your language though son".

"Oh shit, sorry dad". Owen replied ironically.

Geraint patted Owen firmly on his sweet ass saying "Goodnight son". Rhys
and Hugh were already half-way upstairs.

Hugh opened his bedroom door, dropped his bag on the floor, stripped
himself naked and rooted around in his drawers for a pair of pyjamas. He
found some blue and white striped pyjama bottoms but couldn't find the top,
so he put on a white vest, kicking his door shut on the way to his bed. He
dived under the covers and was asleep within sixty seconds.

Owen, opened the door to his room, put his bag on the floor, removed his
school uniform and socks and dived under his covers wearing only his bright
multi-coloured Smith and Jones boxer shorts.

Rhys entered his room, unpacked his bag, most of which was thrown in the
dirty washing-pile. He opened his window and swung his legs out, sitting on
the ledge and lighting a cigarette. He took a few puffs, and tried
unsuccessfully to blow a smoke ring before stubbing it out on the wall,
squirting some breath-freshener into his mouth, closing the window,
spraying some Lynx Africa around his room to disguise any hint of smoke,
undressing and climbing naked into his bed.

Once in bed Rhys plugged his phone in to charge, and texted his brother
Owen 'If your not too tired, come and finish what you started once dad is
asleep'

Owen replied 'you're not pissed at me?'

'Of course not' Rhys answered. 'It felt great'.

Twenty minutes later the landing lights went out and Owen heard his dad
climbing the stairs to his bedroom which was an attic conversion with an
en-suite wet-room. He waited ten more minutes to give his dat time to drift
off to sleep, and then snuck out of bed, opened his door just wide enough
to squeeze through, closing it silently behind him. He crept along the
corridor, past Hugh's room and turned the handle of Rhys's door pushing it
open just wide enough to slide past. The door creaked slightly; making Owen
pause momentarily, but the continued silence reassured him that it was OK
to proceed.

"Are you awake Rhys?" Owen whispered.

There was no reply. Owen crept to the bed, using the faint light of his
phone as a torch; he knelt down beside the bed and whispered again. "Are
you awake, bro". There was no reply. Owen put his hand on Rhys's arm and
moved it gently "Rhys?" And again, "Rhys?" There was still no reply.

Rhys was lying on his back with his head titled to the side, facing away
from Owen. The younger brother slid his hand under the duvet and rested it
on his older brother's flat stomach, underneath his belly-button. Owen
could feel the slow steady breathing as his brother's stomach rose and fell
with each intake of breath. He slid his hand down until he felt it make
contact with pubic hair, where he paused; surprised that Rhys was sleeping
naked. He waited, trying to muster the courage to continue on down.

Owen slid his hand an inch further down, where he realised that Rhys was
hard, the top of his fingers were brushing against the thin six-inch-long,
and hard-as-fuck dick. Owen took hold of Rhys's dick between his
fingers. His slipped his thumb underneath the dick, and his four fingers
took their places on top of the warm hardness and began to explore it from
the piss-slit down to the balls. After fondling each of Rhys's two smooth
balls for a while, Owen now grasped the shaft of Rhys's dick with his hand,
wrapping his fingers around it and began to wank his older brother off,
slowly, but firmly.  Owen's own dick was straining against his boxers as he
continued sliding his hand up and down his brother's grateful dick. Rhys
was dripping pre-cum, some of it poured on his belly and some slid down the
shaft of his dick greasing up his brothers grip. Owen knew that his brother
was about to cum, as the dick in his hand began to throb. A few seconds
later and the first stream of warm sticky boy-milk squirted out of Rhys's
dick, followed by four or five more powerful eruptions. Owen's hand was
covered in cum, as was Rhys's torso. Owen slid his hand out from under the
duvet and wiped the cum off his hand onto the rug. He crept back out of
Rhys's room and headed back to his own bed.

Owen climbed back into bed and looked at his phone to check the time. It
was nearly 2am. As he looked a text message came in. To his amazement it
was from Rhys:

'Thanks bro that was amazing', it read. Rhys had been awake all the time!
Owen did not know what to think. He curled up and went to sleep.

Rhys lay in bed, covered in cum. He made no attempt to clean himself up,
preferring to drift of to sleep as he was.

Up on the next floor, Geraint practiced over and over in his head the
conversation that he was planning to have with his middle son tomorrow
during their Liverpool excursion. Unaware that beneath him, Rhys and Owen
were both separately hoping to take things to a whole new level.

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If you have enjoyed this chapter of the story, please email me at
marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk quoting 'dragonden' and if there is enough
response, chapter three will follow shortly.

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