Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 03:52:00 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta  <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dragonden Activity Centre: Chapter 4 (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 u are, you know where
to go. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate comments, ideas, feedback and
participation as the story progresses, please email me. Details 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:

Meanwhile, hiding at the back of the ten-pin bowling lanes, in the bit
where the pins are automatically re-stacked; Rhys and Hugh had stowed away
secretly, intentionally finding a cubby-hole in which Rhys could keep his
promise to his little brother.....

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CHAPTER 4:

Rhys leaned against the wall, smiling at his little brother, who was
sitting on a small ledge, elbows on his knees, leaning forward waiting to
'finally' watch someone masturbating. Hugh had heard so much talk about
wanking during his first year at boarding school, and he roughly knew what
it was, but he had been hoping for a 'educational lesson', so he could be
sure that he was doing it right. The fact that his brother had been so
talking so openly about it earlier came as a breath of fresh air to Hugh,
and he had been anticipating this moment all day.

Rhys lifted his t-shirt over his head and tossed it at his brother. He
stepped out of his brown sketchers, kicking them off towards hugh too and
undid the button of his khaki combat trousers, letting go of them and
allowing them to fall to the floor.

It was dark in the 'cubby-hole' but just about light enough for Hugh to see
every detail.

Rhys stood there in his loose white Marks and Spencers boxer shorts,
running his hands across his athletic torso, down his abs, past his
belly-button, and slid his hand under the waist-band of his boxers. He
grabbed his balls, taunting Hugh by faking 'immense pleasure', but with his
boxers still 'pulled up', Hugh could not see anything.

"Come on then bro". Hugh pleaded. "You said I was gonna be able to watch".

Rhys hooked his two thumbs under the top of his waistband, and lowered his
boxers shorts slowly, as they passed his hips, he allowed them to fall to
the floor, and kicked them over to Hugh. Rhys posed like a body builder in
various positions tensing his biceps, Hugh stared at his older brothers
flaccid dick.  Rhys turned round, posing again, showing off his back
muscles and tensing his fantastic glutimus maximus.

Hugh picked up one of Rhys' trainers and chucked it at him. It struck him
square on the bum. "Oi, turn round bro, I don't wanna watch your bum, I
wanna watch you wank your dick off."

Rhys heeded his brother's persuasion and turned back round. He took a few
steps forward and stood so close to his little brother that his shins
rubbed against Hugh's knees. Rhys ran his palms from his flat stomach, down
the 'V' and either side of his penis, sliding his fingers under his groin
and eventually cupping his balls.

He then held his dick in the fingers of one hand and began to massage it
rolling it between his fingers. Before long it was standing to
attention. "Kewl" hugh piped up, and leaned further forward for a closer
look.

Rhys took a firm grip on his dick and began slowly wanking his thin, six
inches less than a foot from his 11-year-old brothers face.  He wished that
he could convince him to suck it now, but he knew that he was gonna have to
groom him more slowly than that and did not wanna freak him out because
Hugh was still fairly innocent. That decision did not stop him stretching
his hips forward every now and then, and waving his now-slightly-wet dick
literally inches from Hugh's face as he 'taught' him to wank. Hugh was
hypnotised.

Rhys turned to face the side as he neared his orgasm, his hand pumped up
and down on his shaft vigorously as his little brother watched on in
amazement, entranced by what he was seeing.  Precum was oozing out of Rhys'
slit and lubricating his dick so that his hand slid more easily up and
down.  "Was that your cum?". Hugh asked.

"No". Rhys explained. "THIS is my cum". He bent his knees slightly, and
arched his back as the first projectile spurted out of his dick and landed
on the floor about three foot away.

"Fuck that was kewl". Hugh said, as six more spurts followed out
splattering all over the floor.

"What does it feel like?" Hugh asked.

"It feels like sticky goo" Rhys explained.

"No, I mean, in your body, or, in your dick... What does it FEEL like?".

Rhys thought for a minute. "It feels like the power of a hundred sneezes
shooting out of your dick, and the feeling shoots through your entire
body".

"I can't wait til I can cum" Hugh said. "I wanna feel that feeling".

"Even if you can't cum, you can still get the same feeling by wanking bro,
even if nothing comes out".

"Really?". Hugh asked.

As Rhys was convincingly nodding, a light came on in the distance.

"Hugh!... Rhys!....". Owen was looking for them.

"We're down here". Rhys called.

"I've been looking everywhere for you" Owen said as he joined his brothers
at the back of the bowling alley. "Why the fuck are you stark bollock
naked?" He asked Rhys, laughing.

"I been showing Hugh how to wank". Rhys sort of boasted. Owen sat down on
the floor and placing his hand right in a big glob of his older brothers
cum.  He realised he'd put his hand in something wet, but didn't say
anything. He lifted the palm of his hand to his nose and sniffed it. Not
drawing any conclusion from the smell, he stuck out his tongue and with the
tip, licked the palm of his hand as he said "By the way, we OWN a
rollercoaster now".

Rhys and Hugh both realised what had just happened, looked at each other
and burst into fits of laughter.

"What?". Owen asked, wondering what was funny about owning a rollercoaster.

"You just licked Rhys' cum, you idiot" Hugh chuckled.

Owen sniffed his hand again, looked at his palm, looked at the floor,
looked at Rhys's still semi-hard and wet-tipped dick and screamed
"gross!!!!!!!...". He stood up and launched himself at his naked brother,
pushing him to the floor Rhys landed on his back still laughing and Owen
straddled his waist without realising that he has positioned the crack of
his ass right on Rhys's cock. Rhys rocked them over onto their sides and
then forced Owen onto his back. Rhys, who was bigger and stronger than his
brothers, straddled Owen's chest and shouted to Hugh to "Help me hold this
fuck-wit down". As Hugh assisted in pinning Owen to the ground Rhys carried
on the play fight by kneeling up and lowering his balls onto Owens mouth,
rubbing his balls and dick all over his face.  As Owen protested, Rhys
slapped his re-hardened dick across Owens face and then, grabbing his dick
by the base, wiped it along Owens mouth.

"Oh sheesh". Hugh shouted, still holding Owens legs to the floor, even
though Owen was no longer really struggling to break free. "Owens got a
boner too".

"Well", Rhys instructed. "Put what you have learned into practice, and wank
him off". Rhys winked at Owen as if to say 'you owe me, coz I just bagged u
a hand-job'.

As hugh slid Owens black football shorts down freeing his four-and-a-half
inch dick, Owen decided to pay his debt immediately, opened his mouth and
let Rhys' balls fall inside, closing his lips around them both and sucking
them like candy. Owen winked back at his big brother, both of them
acknowledging that this was long overdue.

As Owen lay there sucking his big brothers cock, he relished the feeling of
his little brother exploring his dick with his warm sweaty hands.

Hugh wrapped his fingers around his brothers dick and slid his hand up and
down in smooth, slow motion, "it feels hot". Hugh spoke out. I have never
touched another cock before".

"Your doing a good job". Owen tried to shout out, with a mouthful of dick.

Owen circled his tongue around Rhys' mushroom head, forcing the foreskin
back with his tongue. Rhys who had only just cum on the floor once, started
to spasm and tensed up as a smaller amount of cum shot out into Owens
mouth.

Rhys stood up and started to get dressed as he watched his two younger
brothers continuing on the floor.  As hugh kept sliding up and down on
Owen's dick, Owen sat up and dribbled Rhys's cum on his own dick, covering
Hughs hand in the process.

"Is that?". Hugh began to ask.

"Yes bro, that is my cum". Rhys said proudly.

Hugh stared intently at his hand as he continued pumping his brothers dick
faster and faster, rubbing his other brothers cum into it.

Seven minutes passed and Hugh finally brought Owen to his climax. Four
portions of warm cum spurted out of his slit and slid down the shaft,
putting a second coat of cum all over Hugh's hand.

"Boys..... Dinner's ready". Dad's voice sounded over the speaker system.

Owen pulled his shorts up, and followed Rhys back up to the main
house. When they were out of sight, before following, Hugh licked his hand,
tasting this mixture of Rhys and Owens cum. 'Wow' he said to himself.

As they walked to the house Rhys whispered to Owen "thanks for the blow-job
bro, come to my room after dad goes to sleep tonight, and I'll return the
favour". He added. "And this time, I won't pretend to be asleep".

Owen did not tell his brothers about what happened in the car today. He was
not sure how they would react to doing stuff with their dad, and anyway,
for now, he wanted that honour to himself.

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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, (so that I know people are still reading) chapter five will
follow shortly.

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