Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 18:47:47 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Englsih Boy 13 - Gay incest (Father/son)

This is the story of the sexual relationship between a teenage boy and his
father, other members of his family and itinerant horny adults. It is an
adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds emotional
and sexual satisfaction in the arms and loins of his daddy - and most of
his male relatives! This chapter follows on from earlier ones which set the
scene and introduce the characters. It graphically describes sexual acts
between family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in
personal experience and wishful thinking. It is an adult's story for adults
- some 'disguised' as minors - and is, I repeat, a fantasy. It comes,
therefore, with all the usual warnings, and it is not the author's
intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors. So if such
material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you live,
or you are yourself under age, do not read further.  I welcome comments,
observations, and suggestions to which I will gladly reply, and am happy to
hear from those who enjoyed the story and have similar tastes. Thanks to
all who have sent messages, especially the loyal band who give me their
thoughts and comments as each chapter appears.  philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 13: `Crime and Punishment!"

Our vacation with granddad was drawing to a close.  In a few days time, dad
and I would return home having picked up my mother from the airport, and
assume a strange normality.
  But I could never forget the events of the last few weeks.  Raunchy,
riotous incest orgies with my dad, granddad, twin uncles, and more
recently, my black daddy, Sergeant Winston and his 17 year old son, Leroy.

Dad had returned from his business trip to the Middle East and we were
spending a quiet (sexless!)  evening with granddad when the phone rang. Dad
answered it and those of us eavesdropping got that irritating one half of a
potentially interesting conversation.

"Father and two sons? . Arrested! . Young . cute? . What, now! .. You bet!
.  All of us? .  Right . Bring some lube . See you yesterday!" said dad,
eyes gleaning and penis hardening.

"What's going on?"  "What's happening?" said granddad and I simultaneously,
our curiosity and our cocks aroused.

"It seems your Uncle Luke and Winston have arrested a problem family on the
Highfields estate.  They've been a pain in the local arse for a long time:
shop-lifting, mugging, burglary, joy-riding, general vandalism . you get
the picture.  But the police have never been able to pin it on them or get
witnesses to make a statement and stand by it.  The kids were too young to
make it worth pursuing.  The father can't control his sons and has a record
for burglary and petty thieving anyway, so the police decided to `bring
them in for questioning' as it is still fairly early and quiet.  I think
your Uncle has some fun planned.  He wants us down at the station now in
the big cell in the basement."

We didn't waste any time and within twenty minutes were passing Winston on
the desk who showed us below with a dirty grin on his face.  We entered the
cell to find a rough but good-looking guy in his mid thirties, hands behind
his back and handcuffed to the cell door, his ankles also secured.  He was
about 5'10", heavily built, unshaven, unkempt and slightly over-weight.
His dark brown hair was cut short and the surly expression he wore gave him
a thuggish look.  He was attended by two young boys, both urchin- like and
equally surly.  They must have been in early adolescence; perhaps about 11
and 13.  Uncle Luke greeted us cheerfully.

"Glad you could make the fun!" he said smiling as he brushed his truncheon
across the youngest boy's scowling face.  "These boys have notched up a
string of crimes as long as your arm and the local people are sick of them.
It'll cost too much public money to pin convictions on them and that won't
change their anti-social behaviour.  So Winston and I have devised a
therapeutic little scheme to teach them the error of their ways and turn
them into obedient model citizens."

As he was speaking, Uncle Mark appeared with Leroy, both smiling
lasciviously.  The father and his two sons continued to scowl, first at the
floor, then at Uncle Luke, resplendent in his uniform.

"So," continued Uncle Luke, "We are going to fuck some sense into them!"

The father looked up in disbelief.  The youngest boy nudged his older
brother and said, "What did he say?"  The boy blanched but didn't reply.

"That's right, we're all going to abuse you" repeated Luke in case there
was any doubt as to the fate in store for the three reprobates, "We're
going to shag some decent community values into you.  And, furthermore, you
are going to do it to each other!" he added for good measure.

"You dirty fucking pervert!" screamed the father, "You lay one finger on me
or my kids and I'll ."

"And you'll what?" rasped Winston savagely, "Not made a very good job of
bringing your kids up, have you?  No wonder your wife buggered off years
ago!  They need some discipline and it is going to be our pleasure to give
it to them."

As he said this, he pinned the younger boy against the bars and, in full
view of the boy's father, groped his crotch, letting his big paws wander up
his t shirt and down to his little nuts.  The boy whimpered.  He was a
small, pink shrimp in the big black man's arms.

"Leave him alone, you black bastard!" yelled his brother, protectively, and
throwing himself forward.

"Commendable loyalty, but racist too, I hear!  We'll have to address that
and teach you some respect for your black neighbours."

Winston transferred his attentions to the older boy, stroking his face
before planting a wet kiss on the boys lips while his hand explored his
groin area.

"Please," begged the father, trying another approach, "Don't touch the kids
and I'll make sure they never commit another crime again!"

"Too late for that.  You should have thought of their welfare before they
broke into that old couple's apartment, stole their pension, and ransacked
the place," interjected Uncle Luke, "Besides, you're going to be doing some
of the punishing."  He added the last sentence with a mysterious raise of
the eyebrows.

"Time to get started," continued Luke, who always took charge of organising
orgies.  "Alex and Mark, you grab the younger one and stand him in front of
his dad."

My dad and Uncle Mark did as they were told while Luke and Winston did the
same to the older boy.  Leroy and I stood and watched, and waited for our
orders.

"We're going to strip the boys and fondle them in front of their dad, so he
can see what fine, upstanding sons he's produced from that fine upstanding
cock of his," added Luke.

We all automatically glanced at the father's crotch.  To our surprise, he
was sporting an impressive bulge in his ill-fitting trousers.  He looked
down himself and seemed equally surprised at his state of arousal in such
unpromising circumstances.

"That viagra I slipped into his coffee earlier appears to be having the
desired effect.  He should stay hard for several hours, and there's plenty
more where that came from.  I wouldn't be surprised if the fruits of his
loins are equally horny.  Have a feel, guys, they enjoyed the coke I
spiked!"

Mark had a forage around in one lad's jeans and my dad stuck his hand up
the other boy's shorts.  Sure enough, they soon found two very stiff little
pricklets to match their dad's.

"Right, strip them!" barked Luke and the four men immediately began to
remove the boys' clothes while their father tried hard not to look.  First
went the sweat shirts, next the jeans and shorts, socks and trainers, until
they were left standing naked in front of their father clad only in a
skimpy pair of pants, their little cocklets tenting them.

The action then slowed as the four men took it in turns to slide their
beefy hands into the boys' pants, back and front, fondling their tight
skinny buttocks and smooth tight balls.
  The boys felt their penises squeezed between finger and thumb and were
gently masturbated.

I looked on amazed.  I had always been the centre of such activity and I
was faintly jealous that those horny hands were not groping my cock and
balls.

"Open your eyes and watch!" barked Uncle Luke at the father, and he
involuntarily watched as his two sons were molested.

The men were not brutal and the boys moaned, unable to deny the pleasure of
having their testicles expertly caressed.

"Pull them down," said Luke quietly, and with the father unable to tear his
glance away, the brothers' pink, smooth and stiff private parts were
exposed to his paternal gaze.  The four abusers growled with lust as they
took turns to fondle genitals and arse, and the boys writhed in their
captives' arms.

Uncle Luke turned the two boys round so that they faced each other, and
made them play with each other cock and balls.  Reluctant at first, he took
the hand of the oldest and placed it on his brother's cock and encouraged
him to wank him.  He then did the same to the other and for a short while
the men looked on as the two young virgins pleasured each other's penises.

"I think they could get to like this!" laughed my dad, while their dad
snorted with disgust.

"Fucking perverts!" he spat, to no effect.

"We haven't forgotten about you," said Luke, and turned the two boys back
to face their father.  "Time for you to young'ens to meet your maker!"

In case there was any misunderstanding, he pushed the boys to the floor so
their heads were in direct line with their father's stiff very full crotch.

"Now, you two.  I bet you've always wanted to see your dad's dick.  Every
boy wants to see how big his dad's dick is.  Sneaked a few looks at him in
the bath, have you," teased Luke.  "Well, now your curiosity is to be
cured.  Get your daddy's cock out!"

The father groaned as the boy's hands were forcibly placed on his
protruding bulge.  The oldest son was told to undo his father's belt and
top fastener, while the youngest had to pull down the zip and slip his hand
inside.

There was an air of tension in the room.  Both Leroy and I remembered full
well the day we saw our daddies' cocks for the first time.  It was a day
never to be forgotten, and we envied them going through the ritual for the
very first time.  Their father's trousers fell to the cell floor, the belt
buckle hitting it with a thud.  His stout erection stood out of his pants
seductively.  He was obviously well hung and the men present murmured
approvingly. His camouflaged cock was partly hidden by his shirt.

"Philip, come here!" ordered Uncle Luke, shaking me out of my reverie.
Undo Mr. Bates' shirt."

I craned over the recumbent boys and slowly unbuttoned the man's shirt,
starting at the top, exposing a thick mat of dark brown hair evenly spread
over his broad chest.  Meanwhile, his boys were being made to fondle their
father's penis through his pants.  As I undid the last button, granddad
moved forward and pulled the shirt over the prisoner's shoulders.  Quickly,
Winston unlocked the handcuffs, removed the shirt and secured his wrists
back around the bars.  The father's strong, handsome torso was on full view
to his children and their captors.  I absent-mindedly ran my fingers
through his chest hair and down on to his ample belly, also covered with
soft, manly hair. He shuddered, trying not to enjoy the frisson of a soft
young hand across his body.  His sons were busy being encouraged to work
their dad's cock through the thin white material of his pants.  A large wet
patch had been exposed when his shirt was removed.  He was very excited,
whether he liked it or not!

Eventually, the great moment came and each boy was made to hook his fingers
in the waist band of the pants, and on a count of three, reveal their
father's manhood.

One . two . three . down they came and out sprang a very thick, hard 8"
cock, its fine mushroom head glistening with precum.  The boys reared back
in surprise and the men laughed.

So what do you think of that then, boys?  What do you think of your daddy's
big juicy prick!" said granddad rubbing his own ample meat.

The boys took a few seconds to recover before Uncles Luke and Mark had them
wrap their little hands around their daddy's great staff of life and cradle
his balls.  His full, round spunk-filled daddy-balls swung rhythmically
below his paternal tower as his sons, mesmerised by the sight and smell of
their father's genitals, attempted to catch them as together they
masturbated his mighty cock.

"That's a pretty sight," purred granddad, "Two obedient little
spunk-bunnies servicing their daddy's cock!"

His three sons agreed, as did three policemen who had arrived in time to
witness the happy moment.  Seven pairs of adult eyes - plus mine and
Leroy's - watched as the lads performed their obeisance to their father's
manhood.  Granddad and Winston knelt behind the two boys and stroked their
arsecracks and jingled their testicles from behind as they did so.  I saw
granddad lick his finger and push it up the youngest son's arse making him
squawk. Granddad wants to fuck him, I thought, wondering whether the eleven
year old virgin could possibly take a cock the size of granddad's first
time round.  I was in for a surprise!


"Not yet, dad," said Uncle Luke, "Besides, you're not going to be the one
to take his virginity, that's his dad's privilege."

"Over my dead fucking body!" replied the father.

"No, but it could be arranged," joked Luke, "But none of us are into
necrophilia! First, the boys need a cock-sucking lesson."

Luke placed the eldest boy's hand round his father's cock, put his own hand
on top, and got the boy to wank him, producing large drops of precum.
Forcing the lad's face close to his dad's dick he brushed his cheeks with
it, anointing him with his father's love-juice.  Repeating the process, he
held the fat, juicy dick by the boy's mouth and told him to lick it.  After
an initial hesitation, he poked out his tongue and scooped up a little of
the love-juice.

"Good boy," said Luke encouragingly, "Now, hold your dad's dick tight and
lick it like a lollipop; like a cat washing itself.  It's a lollicock!"

He obeyed cautiously, then Luke forced the boy's head back, his mouth open,
and thrust it over his father's penis.  He had no choice but to suck hard
in order to breathe.  His father groaned, unable to deny the shafts of
pleasure that wracked his body but unable to come to terms with the source
of that pleasure - his son's tongue on his cock.  The boy was surprisingly
biddable and soon fell into a rhythm, sucking and breathing, sucking and
breathing.

"Good!" said my dad to the boy's father as he stretched his hand between
the boy's legs and gently wanked his stiff little cock as he diligently ate
his daddy's meat, "You've got a promising little cock- sucker here!  Let's
see if the youngster can match him."

The younger son was put through a similar process: anointing, cock-licking
and then full sucking as his older brother was encouraged to play with his
father's gyrating balls.

Luke then broke up the scene to move on to the next stage.  The father was
briefly released, forced to lay on his back on a mattress on the floor and
his hands resecured to the bars behind his head.  His trousers, pants,
socks and shoes were removed before his legs were chained apart to two
large hooks concreted into the cement floor. His magnificent tackle was on
full view and his cock stayed as hard as a rock.  His two naked little sons
were positioned either side of him.  I was called over and told to give the
boys a demonstration of cock-sucking.  I willingly obliged and set to work
on the toothsome tool while the boys watched.

"Perhaps they should see me suck my own dad's cock" I suggested, after a
while, an idea that was quicklyapproved. I extracted my dad's dick from his
trousers and showed the boy's how satisfying it was to have your father's
erect penis in your mouth.  Leroy was about to do the same to his father
when Luke interrupted and stopped him saying,

"Not yet, Leroy, I'm saving your dad's canon as a special surprise for them
for later.  First, the big one."

Moving the youngest out of the way, Luke made the older son straddle his
dad's waist.  Then he grabbed a tube of ky and slapped a big glob up his
arse, working it up with his fingers.  It was a few seconds before the boy
realised what was going to happen.  He yelled and struggled, but two firm
pairs of hands held him down while Luke continued to grease him up.  His
father looked confused then frightened as his younger son was made to rub a
large wad of ky up and down his father's cock.

"No" You can't mean it!  You can't make me fuck my son.  It's obscene, it's
disgusting ."

"It's incest!" interrupted granddad hardly able to contain his lust.

Winston and Luke grabbed the boy by the arms, and lifted him high in the
air over his father's cock.  Mark and my dad seized his flayling legs.

"Hold your dad's cock so it's pointing straight up." Luke ordered the
youngest son, "Hold it tight all the time, especially when we lower your
brother's arse on to it.  Philip.  Help him!"

I did as I was told, relishing the feeling of the throbbing knob in my hot
little hand.  Slowly the boy descended until his arsecheeks brushed his
father's proud cockhead.  I held the great paternal penis hard as the boy
was forced down on to his dad's dick.  A loud squawk announced the meeting
of cock and cunt.  The men controlling the boy forced him down and he
squealed as his rectum was thrust down on his father's tower of adamant.
Everyone pressed in to witness the moment when the cockhead would plop
inside the boy's virgin hole.  The four men operating the boy craned
forward to see the magic moment and the three policemen, who had been
standing at the back fondling themselves, rushed forward and knelt behind
me and the younger boy desperate to see it happen.  They couldn't help but
press their well- filled crotches into our bums.

A piercing scream announced the moment of penetration and everyone cheered
- except the father who moaned with unwanted pleasure. He screwed up his
eyes but couldn't help sneaking a look at what was happening.  One of the
policemen thoughtfully whipped out his prick and thrust it down the
anguished boy's throat while the men bounced the boy upon and down on his
dad's cock.  >From where I was positioned it was a case of `now you see it
now you don't' as the well-greased cock slid in and out of his son's arse.

After several minutes of priming the boy's arse, it was time to swap and
let the youngster have a taste of the medicine.  Sensing it was his turn he
tried to make a run for it, but was quickly caught by the two policemen
who, laughing, took the opportunity to fondle the boy all over.  He too was
lifted up and prepared to be let down on to his dad's cock once his brother
had been winched off.  The youngster thrashed around wildly trying to avoid
his fate, but to no avail.  He was likewise positioned over his dad's
well-slicked cock and carefully lowered.  His brother was made to act as
midwife and assist me in holding their dad's dick to make sure it went
straight up his brother's tight virgin arse.  There was the familiar squawk
and squeal as cock and cunt met and the usual crush to watch the final
moment of penetration.

"I bet that feels good," said Uncle Luke leaning over the boys' father,
"The youngster'll be much tighter!  Don't worry, we won't be to rough with
him.  It's one of the penalties of having a big, hard, daddy cock!"

The prisoner moaned loudly, "No!  No!  Please don't make me do it!"

But the boy was already being gently lowered and eased on to his father's
manhood.  A loud wail told of its entry, a wail cut off by Uncle Luke's
cock being stuffed into the young mouth.  He sucked on it for dear life to
blank out the pain in his ravished rectum.

All the men were getting very excited.  They had liberated their cocks and
those with a hand free were lashing them vigorously.  Luke grabbed the
older brother and stood him next to his brother's head.  He made the older
boy stick his cock down his brother's throat.  I hung on to their dad's
cock, and felt my trousers being removed.  I didn't even look round as a
thick hard cock slid up my arse, and I dived under the rising and falling
buns.  I sucked hungrily on the father's big balls, and licked the shaft
when it briefly emerged from his son's anus.  I felt the great organ twitch
and flex.  I waved my hand to let Uncle Luke know a spunk up was imminent.

The father yelled loudly, "No" I can't!  You can't make me!"

But he was wrong.  We could and we did.  The tightening of his balls and a
long drawn out groan heralded a surge of prime daddy spunk that rose up his
cock from his balls and gushed into his youngest son's bowels.  The fact
that he resisted for so long made his orgasm even stronger.  Wave after
wave of pent-up cum poured out of father into son.  The boy screamed into
his brother's cock who rewarded him with his own less generous load of boy
cum.  I sucked furiously on his balls as he emptied them into his son.

There followed five minutes of frantic orgasmic activity.  The young boy
was hauled off his dad's dick and the two sons were thrown across their
father's body. Six of the men made a circle round them any lashed their
pricks to a climax.  A seventh was stuck up my arse and rutting me like a
stallion on viagra.  Leroy, not one to miss a chance in his newly-found
hobby of boy fucking, knelt down behind the eldest son and shoved big black
meat up the boy's well-primed boy cunt.  His abrupt entry caused any
remaining spunk to shoot on to his father's chest.  The final piece de
resistance was organised by Uncle Luke.  Arranging the younger boy on his
knees bending over his father, he quickly greased Winston's massive 10"
tool and invited him to fuck the young boy.  Winston didn't need a second
invitation.  Holding the boy very firmly in a vice-like grip, he forced his
beer can thick prick up the lad's arse.  His father looked on aghast as his
son was forced to accommodate the biggest, blackest cock he had ever seen.

Everything rapidly came to a thunderous climax.  I crammed the father's
spent but still hard prick into my mouth and frantically went to work on
his cockhead with my tongue while massaging his balls.  Meanwhile, the
policeman up my rear paused, grunted and released his load inside me.  This
triggered a chain reaction.  Leroy shot his wad up the squirming son's
rectum then his father let rip up his younger brother's.  The sight of that
tight young rectum being so forcefully buggered by Winston's cum canon
caused spunk to rain down on the father and both his son's from the six men
in the jacking circle.  First dad came, then my two uncles, followed by
granddad and the two remaining policemen.  The cascades of cum splashed
over the two boy's young bodies and across their father's handsome hairy
torso.  Last but not least, my salutary efforts on the dad's dick were
rewarded when he produced a second, smaller load of daddy cum in my mouth.
I got a particular kick out of getting this reluctant rough and ready daddy
to shoot his load after the first.  Had we, by any chance, found a convert
to our incestuous games?


To be continued in Chapter 14 when it seems that no granddad in the land is
safe from the preditory attentions of their horny grandsons!

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