Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 16:33:16 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 2 "Second Helpings" Gay incest, Father/son

This story comes with the usual warnings.  It is the story of the sexual
relationship between a teenage old boy and his father, and subsequently,
includes other male members of the family.  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!  It follows on from Chapter One "In the Beginning .." which sets
the scene for this and future chapters.  It graphically describes sexual
acts between family members that are pure invention - though grounded in
personal experience and wishful thinking.If this is not to your taste, is
illegal where you live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further.
Comments and suggestions are welcome and will be replied to (flames ignored
unless they really make me horny!).  I am happy to hear from those who
enjoyed the story and have similar tastes, to exchange experiences and
ideas.  Thanks to all those who responded so enthusiastically, not to say
obscenely, to the opening chapter - it was most gratifying, in a variety of
ways! philip255@hotmail.com


THE ENGLISH BOY 2

Chapter Two: Second Helpings ...

After supper we settled down on the sofa, my father lay on his side in his
dressing gown and I snuggled up next to him.  We fitted together like
spoons, my bum fitting neatly into his crotch, and his right arm holding me
protectively round the waist; he cupped my cock and balls in his large
hairy hand.  We watched a film on the television but dozed off to sleep for
an hour or so.  I was the first to awaken, my father snoring softly in my
ear.  The comforting warmth of his body sent a frisson of well-being
through my body, and I thought of what had happened not three hours ago.  I
had taken my dad's cock out of his trousers, into my mouth and swallowed
his cum!  He had feasted his hands and eyes on my own young body, and
brought about my exquisite orgasm.  Life would never be the same again.  No
more suppressing my lustful feelings for him, no more secret wanks over his
handsome body, no more furtive glances at his well-filled crotch.  I was
free to share all my dirtiest thoughts with him, and submit myself to his
most perverse desires!

I glanced up at the television.  I had completely lost the thread of the
film, but a straight couple were in bed together.  A handsome naked man,
with a dark hairy chest, was fondling the breasts of a young woman.  They
pressed their bodies together and his chest hair rubbed against her tits.
I envied her the weight of this powerful man bearing down on her.  My cock
stiffened in my dad's hand as the man began to thrust rhymically up and
down against her.  The camera panned down far enough for you to see the top
of his arse crack, his hips grinding into the lucky lady.  Although I
couldn't see it I knew they were fucking.  My daddy stirred and opened his
eyes, as my cock swelled in his hand.  Seeing what was happening on the tv,
he pressed his groin into my arse.  I could feel his prick getting hard and
hear his breathing quicken.  He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, and
pushed his hips into my back while continuing to hold me tight with his
right arm.  He ground the point of his chin across the back of my neck and
my body instinctively arched with pleasure.

"Are they shagging?" I asked, knowing full well they were.  "You mind your
language," he replied with mock seriousness, "Remember, you may have my
spunk inside you, but I'm still your father and responsible for your moral
welfare."  The irony was lost on me and I merely pressed my arse back
against his cock.

"It's no good, we're going to have to do something about these," he said as
he squeezed my prick and pushed his into my arse crack.  Turning me over on
my back, he kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth while he
opened my dressing gown and exposed my young, smooth, naked body.  He broke
off, sat up, and let his rough hands glide all over my chest, stomach, and
down the inside of my thighs, relishing the soft young flesh.  I bucked as
he inadvertently touched my walnut-like balls.  He gazed down with
undisguised lust as I squirmed with pleasure beneath him.  Teasing my
nipples and caressing my thighs, he carefully avoided touching my cock
until I tried to grab it myself - I ached to be touched, fondled, groped,
molested.

"Oh no you don't," he said mischievously, removing my hand, "Not yet.  I'll
let you wank your cock when I'm good and ready".  And he continued
sensuously to torment me.  At last he flipped me on to my front and
explored my back, allowing his hands to drift seductively down to my pert
buttocks which he deftly parted, probing my arsehole with his fingers, and
exposing my starfish to his perverted gaze.  I heard his breath whistle as
it escaped his lips.  He was revelling in this slow seduction of his son,
the fruit of his loins.  He lay down on top of me, his muscular arms and
thighs enveloping my puny young body.  He moved rhythmically up and down
against me, his wet cock lubricating the top of my arse crack., gliding in
and out along the forbidden crevasse.  Lifting himself up briefly, he
pushed his cock between my legs and started to fuck, his precum coating my
little nuts with gossamer, and his cock head thrust relentlessly up against
my own cock shaft.  I pressed my thighs together to increase the pressure
on his meat and felt the rigid pole lodged firmly between my thighs.  He
moaned with pleasure.

"You certainly know what a man needs! I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
"No!" I exclaimed, "It's wonderful".  I knew what he needed because it was
what I wanted to give him.  The weight of his body, the strength of his
embrace, and the power of his rock-hard cock languidly ploughing between my
legs was bliss.  I didn't want it to end.  The fact that he was my father
made it all the more exciting; safe but dangerous.  We could enjoy each
other's bodies forever, knowing we were bound together by our genes, and
our forbidden lust for each other.  I foresaw endless nights (and mornings
and afternoons) of elicit, forbidden pleasure when he would take me to
erotic heights I could only guess at, fulfilling his own deep, dark
incestuous yearnings.

He stopped thrusting and indicated I should roll over.  We kissed, my
tongue penetrating deep into his mouth, my face grinding against his
stubble.  I writhed and moaned before he gently pulling away breathless,
saying, "You are a passionate little bugger!  But I think it's time we both
came and got some sleep."  Then his face hardened and his jaw set; his eyes
burned down on me.  "I really want to fuck you, to ease my cock inside you
and fuck you in the arse as hard as I can, filling you so full of your
daddy's cock you won't be able to think of anything but cock!  And my spunk
would flow into you like a giant cascade gushing from my cannon and filling
your whole being!"

He cupped my shining face in his big hands and, for a moment held my head
rigid.  Then the moment passed, he breathed deeply and resumed control of
himself.  "But no, you're not quite ready for that.  Not yet.  Besides, I
want to give you a big load that I've saved up for days.  It's got to be
right, the night your daddy takes your virginity and makes you his own!  So
do you want to see a close up of your daddy shooting his load?"  "Oh, yes,
please!"  I gasped, my mouth dry with pent up lust.  I had been frightened
when he spoke so savagely, and I knew he was on the knife-edge of losing
control, and taking me by force out of sheer lust.

"Right, we'll both cum over you, mixing our spunk together."  He knelt
across me, his thighs pressed up against my hips.  Taking his cock in his
right hand he began to wank it vigorously and told me to do the same.  My
cock bashed into his bollocks as they thrashed about wildly above me and he
lashed his prick until white globs of precum flew off the head or dripped
down the shaft.  "Don't cum until I tell you!" he snapped, breaking off to
thrust his cock down my throat for some quick lubrication.  This time I
enjoyed the taste of his precum.  He took time out to wipe and slap his
manhood across my face.  His manly, hairy body towered over me, his eyes
locked on to my face or my cock, and his left hand alternatively caressed
my body, held me by the hair, or playfully slapped my face.

"My own fucking son.  My own fucking son," he repeated, "And I'm going to
shoot my fucking load over his face and in his mouth.  You're your daddy's
cock son, his cock slave, his little spunk baby.  So smooth and pretty!
I'm going to rub my spunk into your pretty little virgin face; cover you
with spunk, your daddy's spunk.  Spunk to spunk!  Are you ready?  See this
cock?  This is what made you.  Get ready to see your little brothers and
worship your daddy's dick!  And shoot your spunk; spunk of my spunk!"

His obscene monologue drove me to new heights of sexual arousal.  The sight
of my father above me, his massive hand lashing his thick meat to a frothy
frenzy, consumed with depraved lust for me, his puny little son.  It was
awesome.  His virility and the violence of his desire amazed and thrilled
me.  We were so fucking horny for one another!  Perhaps I was more like him
than I thought.  But I didn't want to be like him.  I wanted to worship
him, to satisfy him, to take him!.  What would it be like to be filled by
him?  To be well and truly filled and fucked by him, fucked beyond knowing
who I was.  Fucked so that I was only aware of him on top of me, pounding
his heavy fatherhood in and out of my young virgin arse?  My tight young
arse, a sheath for his manhood, whose sole purpose was to give him the most
intense forbidden pleasure possible, and to keep and contain his cum.  And
afterwards, to know I was full of his sperm.  Nature coming full circle:
sperm to sperm!  I was his spunk!

It was these final gory thoughts that brought me to a thunderous climax I
couldn't control.  "I'm cumming!" I screamed, "I can't hold back anymore!"
"Go for it, son.  Fucking go for it! Fucking cum," he yelled, his blazing
eyes glued on my prick, and mine on his.  Thick beads of milky white boy
spunk shot out of my dick high on to my chest, some reaching my chin.  The
sight of this first wave caused my dad to open his floodgates.  With a
terrifying roar than twisted his face into a gargoyle, he aimed his prick
at me, paused for a fraction of a second, and fired a thick rope of
daddy-spunk that hit me straight in the face, the warm stream splashing
over my nose and trickling down my cheeks.  As I released another two or
three spurts on to my chest and stomach, so he let rip much bigger
quantities, some targeted directly at my mouth, spilling over my lips,
others over my chin and chest.  The last diminishing wavelets he emptied on
to my stomach.  Rivulets of spunk gathered into pools before flowing on
down my body.  I was awash with my daddy's cum.  Bending down, he wiped his
semi-hard cock up and down and around about all over my body, mingling our
sperm together.  Finally, he moved it up my chest and across my throat.  He
brushed it several times across my lips and cheeks and then finally, coated
with both our sperm, he pushed it deep into my mouth.  "Clean it up son,
there's a good boy, clean up your daddy's cock".  Exhausted, I meekly and
gladly obeyed, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

He lay down beside me and held me tight in his arms, our drying sperm
gluing us together.  "That is the horniest sex I've ever had," he exclaimed
in disbelief.  Not having anything to compare it with, I couldn't believe
that such physical pleasure was possible or could be exceeded.  (But I was
to be proved wrong!)

I snuggled up in his strong embrace, immersing myself in his dominating
physical presence and the overwhelming smell of his sex.  We didn't even
bother to shower, but just dragged ourselves into bed.  After a few moments
kissing and cuddling I fell into a deep sleep, locked in his arms.  I
surfaced briefly during the night, his arms still holding me tight.
Reassured by the regular rasp of his breath on my shoulder, I gradually
sank back into sleep.  I wriggled to try and get even closer, so that his
heavy spent penis and fulsome, but empty balls, rested against my
still-virgin arse.  I knew no more until morning.

I awoke to see a strong handsome face looking down at me and smiling
gravely only inches from my face.  I responded by lifting my head and
kissing him firmly but gently on the lips, the bristle of his beard sending
a thrill through my body.  He lay down beside me and I briefly rested my
head on his broad, hairy chest.  My hand drifted between his legs and found
his semi-hard cock.

"No time for that," he said briskly, "work for me and school for you."
"School?" I repeated, as if I had never heard the word before.  "Does all
that still exist?"  I felt as if I had spent a life time on another planet
(the planet incest!).

I came down to earth with a bump.  We both went through the mundane morning
ritual of showering, dressing and snatching a quick breakfast.  But just as
I was about to leave the house, my daddy, looking very handsome in his
suit, white shirt and tie, grabbed me from behind.  "Well, don't you look
cute in your school uniform," he said picking me up and swinging me round.
"As if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth!  Who would think you had a belly
full of your daddy's cum!"  And he tickled and fondled my arse and
genitals.  "Don't dad," I squealed laughing, "I'll have a hard on all day
if you do that!"

But it was too late, my cock was already stiff.  "Okay, little one," he
said, "But you keep your hands off your cock until you get home.  I want a
full load at the ready when I get back from the office!"

I squeezed his crotch - he was hard, too - I kissed him quickly on the
lips, and fled out of the door before we decided to find something more
interesting to do than double geography.  I imagined my dad writing a
letter to my teacher explaining that I was late for school because he
needed me at home to service his cock!  I then imagined my hunky form
teacher taking me into his study for me to service his juicy prick.  "Oh,
come on, boy, get your mouth round this and get it right. Or I'll have to
send you home with a note for your father that you need extra cock-sucking
lessons," he would say, forcing his own solid piece of man's meat between
my lips.

My little prick was raging in my tight grey school trousers as I mounted
the steps of the school bus.  I flashed my pass at the driver who smiled
and winked, his eyes glancing down at the all-too-obvious little tent I was
showing. I blushed and fled upstairs to my mates and tried to get my mind
off cock!


To be continued soon in Chapter 3 "Golden Showers!" at a screen near you!

Obscene comments, suggestions and the like are welcome at:
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