Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 09:58:23 -0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 25 (gay incest: M/t)

My apologies for the length of time it has taken me to write this chapter.
If anyone knows how you can make a living writing this stuff let me know!
Thanks to all who sent concerned messages wondering if I was still alive!
This latest chapter comes with all the usual warnings.

It is a story of pure invention, an adult's fantasy for adults reflecting
the author's fantasy of regressing back to adolescence with the sexual
experience and knowledge accrued as an adult.  It is emphatically not the
author's intention to incite, commend or promote incest or sex with minors
which can cause life-long damage.  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, especially from those who have similar
tastes.  philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 25 'Foreign Affairs'

At long last, the wait was over, and we were on our way to the Middle East.
Dad had only relented and told me that we were heading for Maghrebia as we
set out for the airport - flying to its capital city, Safi.  I didn't know
much about the country, other than that it was far enough away from the
trouble spots in the region and was considered a conservative Islamic
state, but not inclined towards fundamentalism.  At any rate, the weather
would be better than in England and there would be a whole new race of men
to look at!

It was a five hour flight from London and we arrived on schedule at 3 PM
local time.  As soon as I stepped off the plane, the heat hit me and with
it all the smells of the orient.  It took us some time to get through
passport control.  A handsome man in a smartly pressed uniform with a heavy
black moustache stamped my passport and smiled at me.  A second official
carrying a large gun, waved me through and ruffled my hair.  I beamed at
him and he smiled back and winked.  I glanced at his crotch.  His trousers
were tight and showed a well-filled package.

'Behave! said my father with mock severity.  "You've only been in the
country five minutes and you're flirting with the local police!'

I had a feeling I was going to like this country!

We collected our luggage and trotted through customs control to a line of
waiting taxis.  It was stiflingly hot.  Another heavily built man with a
black moustache and hairy arms swung our cases into the boot of his car and
stroked my hair before inviting us to jump in the back seat and asking our
destination in broken English.

Once on the road to the city, I asked my dad if it was a local custom to
run your fingers through boys' hair.

'Pretty little blue-eyed blond boys are a rare sight in this part of the
world and they like to touch your hair', he replied, adding, 'And anything
else they can get hold of!'

I was sure I was going to like this country!

After a thirty minute journey we stopped outside a tall new building on the
edge of the old city, amidst a riot of car horns and traffic signals that
everyone cheerfully ignored.  Dad paid the driver - who took the
opportunity to caress my pert young arse, this time - and we took the lift
to the top floor.  This was the apartment dad usually hired when he was
doing business in Safi.  It was a large, spacious penthouse with a huge
lounge and bedroom that had balconies overlooking the city.  It was
pleasantly cool because of the air conditioning and had a luxurious
bathroom with a shower big enough to accommodate half a dozen people.
'Convenient', I thought!

We were both grimy and tired after the journey and each showered before dad
offered to give me a tour of the old quarter - the medina.  I was
overwhelmed by the sights, sound and smells that were so exotic to me.  I
stuck close to dad in the narrow medieval streets but I could swear hands
lightly groped me as we slowly walked along together.  Half of the men were
in western dress and the rest in flowing robes, which, though very elegant,
prevented an assessment of their genitalia!  The various traders tried to
catch our attention and sell us anything from carpets to coriander.  All of
the men looked handsome to me: dark, muscular, black haired with curly
black hair covering their arms and chests - as far as I could see.
Sometimes one would catch me looking at him and smile, exposing a set of
strong, white teeth.

Various cries of 'pretty boy', 'beaute', and 'guapo' were thrown in my
direction.

'I reckon I could sell you for twenty camels', joked my father.  At least,
I hope he was joking.

We did some shopping for food and returned to the apartment.  After a
snack, I was ready for bed, but too tired for sex.

I woke up early the next morning, curled up in my father's arms on the
large bed.  I had a hard-on and felt frisky, but dad, with a knowing look
in his eye, said, 'Later!'

So we showered and breakfasted.  Just as I was wondering what we were going
to do today the intercom sounded indicating there was someone at the door
down below in the street.

'Ah!' said dad with a twinkle in his eye, 'I wonder who that is?' knowing
full well who it was.

Two minutes later, there was a knock at the door and my father showed in a
dark handsome man in his early thirties with a olive-skinned boy about my
age.  The man was about 5' 9" with thick, black curly hair, and broad
muscular chest and arms and the mandatory moustache.  He was wearing a pale
blue opened-necked short-sleeved shirt that showed off his strong, hairy
arms and chest.  His tight, darker blue slacks contained a heavy,
well-filled crotch which immediately attracted my attention.  Like me, the
son - the family resemblance said it had to be his son - was dressed in 't'
shirt, shorts and sandals, the perfect attire for a horny pervert to grope!

Dad shepherded them into the lounge and closed the door.  He introduced us
all and I learnt that this was Rachid and his son, Hamsa, who was twelve
years old, a year younger than me.  This was the boy whom dad had fucked
and sent me the condom with his spunk in several months ago.  We all shook
hands, but Rachid ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my cheek.

'Such a pretty little angel!' he said in a thick accent and continued to
caress me.

'And how is my beautiful little Arab prince?' said dad to Hamsa, also
stroking the boy's head and kissing him on the lips.  One glance round
showed us all with erections.  Mine was sticking straight up in my shorts
and so was Hamsa's.  Rachid' groin seemed to get fuller and fuller and
dad's cock was bursting to be let out of his trousers.

'I don't think we are going to get any work done until we have dealt with
these, Rachid.  What do you say?', said dad squeezing his cock and sticking
his hand up Hamsa's shorts and fondling the boy's small cock and balls.

'I agree, Alex.  I want to fuck this pretty little son of yours while I
watch you fuck mine.  I need - how do you say it? - a good spunk-up!'

Dad laughed.  'You have a way with words, Rachid.  But let's not waste
anymore time.'

With that, he flung Hamsa over his shoulder, slid his hand up the boy's
shorts, and massaged his tight little buttocks as he marched into the
bedroom.  Rachid followed suit with me, squeezing my arse as he went.  The
two horny dads deposited us on our feet on each side of the bed and stood
in front of us. They then whipped off our t shirts and unceremoniously
pulled down our shorts.  I kicked off my sandals and Rachid let his hands
wander all over my smooth, young body.

'So white, so smooth!' he crooned, 'Like marble.'

His hands strayed lasciviously all over my body.  He gently fondled my
tight, hairless little balls and masturbated my hard 4" cock between his
thumb and fore fingers. I moaned with pleasure and had to support myself by
grabbing his shoulders.  He turned me round and stroked my tight, silken
arse, letting his fingers drift up and down the crack.  I could see now
that Hamsa was getting the same treatment.  My dad had stripped him and was
tickling his small, brown testicles and wanking his dick that was a bit
smaller than mine.  Dad smiled and raised his eyebrows as he groped the
young Arab boy before his father's gaze.  Rachid returned the compliment
and, stretching his hand between my legs, groped my testicles in full view
of my father.  They were both getting off on seeing each other molest their
son.  Rachid was taking his cues from my dad, acknowledging his greater
incest experience. He pressed his groin into my arse and ground it,
thrusting his imprisoned cock into my arsecrack.  Dad was doing the same to
Hamsa, and we both knew we were going to getting a good man-fucking before
the morning was over.  Rachid turned me round once more and stood with his
crotch inches from my face and massaged it with both his big, hairy hands.
After a few seconds, he placed his hands on his hips - a sign for me to
take over.

I buried my face in his groin and chewed on the thick, pipe-like cock that
travelled up at an angle towards his left hip.  Slowly, I unfastened the
clip of this trousers and drew down the zip.  Peeling back his slacks, I
found his hard cock trapped in his tight, white underpants and begging to
be set free.  I sucked on his mighty organ through his pants, gnawing it
with gentle teeth, before gently sliding back his underpants and released
his fatherhood.  The thick, dark brown daddy-dick sprang out of its prison
and stared me in the face, globs of precum dripping from the spunk-slit.
Wrapping one schoolboy hand around the shaft and cradling two full-sized
balls in the other, I guided the majestic organ into my mouth and encircled
it with my lips.  I glanced up to see a look of pure, undisguised lust on
Rachid's face.  I recognised that look; it was a boy-fucker's look, a
son-fucker's look.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on pleasuring this
magnificent organ, swirling my tongue around the anvil head and drilling my
tongue into the spunk- slit.

I kneaded his balls and squeezed the shaft, eliciting moans of pleasure,
"You hot little English bitch!  Suck your Arab daddy's cock!  Soon he's
going to give you such a fucking.  He's going to fuck you full of Arab
spunk.  Oh yes!"

The dirty talk and squawks and squeals from behind me, made me work even
harder on his cock.  Meanwhile, he opened his shirt, exposing that broad,
muscular chest, covered with dark, curly hair from his collar bone down to
his heavy spunk-filled bollocks.  I ran my fingers through the hair up to
his nipples which I tweaked.  His cock jumped in my mouth, so I did it
again, harder this time, and clawed at his chest.  He writhed and sighed,
showing his appreciation, so I clawed him again, leaving red marks across
his belly as I relentlessly gorged myself on his cock.

'You horny little tiger-bitch!  You like to tease, eh?  I'll tease you with
my hot cock up your arsehole in a moment.  I'll force it so far up you,
you'll think it's coming out of your mouth!'

Then he thrust his cock so far down my throat I gagged.  Lifting my head
off his cock by the hair, he raise me to my feet and wrapped me in his
strong arms.  I was just a small scrap of humanity in the strong man's
embrace.  He planted a rough, abrasive kiss on my tender lips, and forced
my mouth open with his tongue.  He seemed to fuck my mouth with his tongue
for a while.  Then there was movement behind and looking over my shoulder,
I saw that dad had placed Hamsa on the bed on all fours, in the primary
fucking position.  He looked very young and small in comparison with my
big, beefy, hairy dad who clambered up behind him brandishing his thick,
hard, well-greased prick I wondered whether Hamsa's tiny, tight, brown arse
would take my dad's big dick but didn't have time to ponder on it as Rachid
placed me on the bed in a similar position and climbed up behind me The two
daddies were going to fuck us side-by-side, at least, to start with.  I
spread my arse, braced myself and wanked my dick as I waited for the
assault.  It came surprisingly gently with a nudge from a sticky, warm,
firm knob-head prising my arse-cheeks apart.  After a few trial thrusts,
Rachid lodged his rampant cock at my arse-gate and held me firmly by the
hips.  Then with one long, firm thrust he ran his fuck-stick up me.

I squealed as much with delight and surprise as discomfort as the hard,
juicy Arab stud's cock ploughed relentlessly up my tight, velvet
tunnel. Judging by the room it occupied, it was slightly shorter than my
dad's 8" but the same girth.  I clamped my arse-muscles around it and made
it jump inside me

'The little whore loves it!  Just look how the English boy-slut takes an
Arab's cock!'  crowed Rachid, and he quickly got into a steady fucking
rhythm, seeing how experienced I was at taking cock. 'I give you a good,
royal fucking!'

Hearing a squawk and splutter on my left, I glanced round to see Hamsa's
contorted face as he took my dad's prick up his arse.  Dad was a bit more
gentle with him - bigger cock and smaller arse!

Soon the two daddies were riding high up each others' son's boy-cunt,
enjoying the spectacle of seeing their sons being well buggered by their
friend.

'He's still so fucking tight', gasped dad, 'Are you sure you're servicing
him regularly?'

'Certainly', replied Rachid, 'But he's not as tight as his ten year old
brother!'

'You're not fucking him yet, are you?'

'No, he's too young, but he loves to suck cock and I toy with his arsehole
with my finger while he sucks me and plays with himself.  You know what you
told me: 'a boy is never too young to suck his father's cock!''

With that, the two men stopped talking and concentrated on fucking.  Then
dad stopped, pulled his prick out of Hamsa's arse and flipped the boy on to
his back.  Sliding a pillow under his back, he raised the boy's arse and
held his legs high in the air.  He pointed his cock at Hamsa's ravished
rectum, pushed it back inside him and resumed fucking.  Rachid did the same
and I obligingly placed my knees behind my ears and my feet behind my head
to give him the greatest access possible.

'This little son of yours is a cock-whore.  You've taught him well.  He
just loves cock!'  said Rachid admiringly as he forced his prick back up my
arse.

"That's it, little boy, take my hot cock up you all the way!  You've got a
really man, a really daddy up you now!"

He was now fucking me down on to the bed, his hairy chest rubbing against
my smooth, silken chest.  I left off wanking my dick and wrapped my arms
round his neck, pulling him down on to me.  I stuck out my tongue and he
thrust his tongue down my throat.  We kissed aggressively and I felt the
abrasive graze of his moustache and beard on my cheeks and lips.  He lifted
his head and beads of sweat dripped of his nose and forehead on to my face
and ran down my smooth, white neck and chest.  He twisted his lips with
lustful concentration,

'I give you a good, hard fucking, eh?  You love a rough fuck and thick,
hard man-cock up you, yes?  You look like an angel but you're just a
cock-slave like my little son taking your father's cock!'

'Yes, we'll shag them all right, Rachid.  I'm nearly cumming, fucking your
boy's tight young boy-cunt and watching you shag Philip.  Where's the spunk
going?  Up them or over them?' gasped dad, as he moved into high octane
pistoning fucking gear.

'Let's fire our spunk-guns over them.  Then we can watch each other shoot
and see our little sons get covered in their dad's cum', replied Rachid,
pounding my arse hard and now sweating profusely with the effort.

Then both men pulled their pricks out of our sore young arseholes and
lashed them to a climax.  Rachid aimed his prick directly at my face and
fired a blast of hot man-cum that splashed all over my face.  I grabbed his
balls and milked them of all their spunk.

'You dirty little spunk-bitch!  I'm fucking cumming!' he yelled as cascades
of creamy cum were launched into space, falling to earth all over my
exhausted young body.  Rivulets of man-spunk trickled down my cheeks and
neck, as five, six, seven necklaces flew through the air and draped
themselves over me.  To my right a young, brown, spunk-stained countenance
was dripping with my own dad's cum and looking up beatifically into his
ravisher's face, while dad leaned over him clutching his still spunking
dick and looking savagely mean.

The two daddies crawled forward and thrust their dripping cocks into our
mouths.  We greedily gobbled on them and cleaned them up like good little
cock-slaves while bringing our own aching cocks to a climax, behind our
daddies' backs.

"Wank those little pricklets.  Make the boy-spunk shoot out of them.  Come
on boys cum for your daddies. We're waiting to see your cum!"

Dad and Rachid encouraged us to a glorious orgasm, our tingling boy-cunts
still relishing the sensation of their man-cocks pounding in and out of us.
They scooped up their spunk as it flowed down our faces and fed it to us as
we lashed on our boy-dicks.  We both squealed as we shot our little loads,
cheered on by our dads.

We spent a few minutes recovering before dad packed us off to do some
sight-seeing so that he and Rachid could get some work done.  Hamsa knew
the city well so he acted as my guide and we spend a couple of hours
wandering the streets until hunger and the increasing heat drove us back to
the apartment. Dad had computer print-outs of figures and models spread out
over the lounge floor while Rachid worked on his lap-top.

'.. so you reckon Zagora is the best location', dad was saying.

'Yes, I think so Alex.  We will have a better idea tomorrow.  I have
ordered a car to drive us down there.  It is 500 kms to the south so we
must stay overnight if we are to have a good look around.  I will book a
hotel, but it will mean an early start.  The roads get worse the further
south you travel.'

'And you think it more suitable than Safi, despite the distance?' rejoined
dad.

'Indeed.  There is an airport 40 kms to the west that serves the seaport of
Taouf that is ripe for development if the business really takes off.'

'You mean when it takes off!' said my father, laughing.  I still didn't
know exactly what they were up to, but hoped by keeping quiet, they would
drop some clues.

'You must remember, Alex,' continued Rachid, 'the south of my country is
not as westernised as the capital.  It hasn't been corrupted by your
decadent western values', he added with a cheeky smile. 'It is still very
traditional.  A woman's virginity is beyond price, and rape and adultery
are still officially punishable by death - from stoning!  So what is a boy
or man to do?  From the age of 12 they are so horny but have no females to
relieve them and prostitution outside Safi is almost unknown and fiercely
suppressed, for religious reasons.  So boys learn to get satisfaction from
their friends.  They marry in their early or mid-twenties but after ten
years and eight children, they are tired of their wives who don't want sex
anyway for fear of another pregnancy.  Abortion and contraceptives are
illegal, and, besides, by that age the women have cunts the size of the
Persian Gulf!  In their mid-thirties, men remember the smooth, tight young
arses of their schoolboy friends and they begin to dream of easing their
cocks, twitching with frustration, up delicious, juicy boy-cunts and
shooting off their spunk without fear of pregnancy.  They dream of smooth,
hairless young bodies, and soft young lips wrapped around their cocks.
They remember the rough, hairy, muscular, sweaty men that took pleasure of
them when they were boys!  Their friends fathers, brothers and uncles;
perhaps even their own fathers and grandfathers!  A man is sexually active
well into his sixties and even his seventies and they will find a way to
sate their lust.  I have seen such a look in my own father's eyes.  He
lusts after his grandsons under hooded eyes.  He watches them undress and
gazes at their soft, smooth bodies and imagines what it would be like to
have his way with them and satisfy his aching cock.  I have seen him rub
his cock absent mindedly through his djalaba as he stares at them and
fantasises.  Then he leaves the room to find somewhere to masturbate.  Is
he to satisfy himself for forty years with some tired old hen-cunt when
there are fresh, eager young cock-suckers to please him.  Soon I will let
him fondle and fuck Hamsa while I have the pleasure of watching my own
father pleasure himself with my own son!  And he will soon know the
pleasure of seeing his son gratify himself with his grandson.  Then the
three of us will join together and Hamsa will enjoy the unmatchable delight
of having his father's and grandfather's cocks thrusting inside him
together and filling him full of their seed, the seed that gave life to us
both.  Oh, yes, my friend, there is a reservoir of man-spunk in this
country - and many others - just waiting to be released!  It is all
strictly taboo, of course, but everyone turns a blind eye, because they all
want a piece of the action, a piece of boy-pussy.  And it is a man's world!
A daddies' world!  It is not seen as real 'sex'.  We excuse it as what you
in the West call, 'fooling around', 'messing about', or 'horse play'.  That
way, it is not seen as so serious and we can all enjoy themselves to the
full.

Rachid finished his monologue.

'That is very encouraging, but it is a big step from fucking any kid to
shagging your own!'  suggested dad, 'Do you think most men will make the
transition?'.

'True, but most of the people outside the West are poor and live in small
houses in isolated villages where traditions and customs live on.  They are
used to many sharing a bed and living in great intimacy.  Large families
are often segregated according to gender at night where wives sleep with
daughters and fathers bed down with their sons.  To a horny and vigorous
young father, his son's tight arsehole is as pleasing as a virgin's cunt
under the cover of darkness.  No-one tells, and who knows what goes on
beneath the bedclothes?  It has been the way of life for centuries.  Why
should a man seeking urgent sexual release look further afield when his own
smooth boy lies naked at his side, his tight young boy-cunt only a cock's
length from his lust-crazed father!'  Rachid finished on a note of lustful
mystery.

'So you think they will go for it?' rejoined my father.

"'A standing cock knows no conscience" and given the opportunity to have
unbridled, raunchy sex with an endless supply of young boys - and greatly
improve their standards of living at the same time - most men's consciences
would dissolve as quickly as their cocks stiffened.  Look at me!  One
moment horrified at the thought of fucking my son, and now, I can't get
enough of his tight, young boy-cunt or his lips around my hard dick.  Once
you have tasted the forbidden fruit, you keep coming back for more!  How we
love to watch other dads and sons getting their rocks off together!' said
Rachid, fondling a rising cock in his trousers.

'So, it looks like Zagora will be the location of the world's first incest
brothel!' said dad triumphantly, 'Dads and sons from all over the world can
gather and engage in acts of delicious depravity with others of like-mind
and local fathers and sons who wish to avail themselves of such secret and
forbidden pleasures may join in and entertain them!'  Dad was obviously
very excited at the prospect, anticipating much future pleasure!

'And let's hope it will be the first of a string of incest centres around
the world!' agreed Rachid.

So that was the great secret!  They were planning an incest centre where
hundreds of dads and sons could have sex together in wild orgies where the
spunk flowed like nectar.  Big, hairy, muscular dads from Finland to
Florida, from Canada to Korea would molest and abuse their smooth, pretty
and oh so willing young sons for their mutual pleasure and that of those
watching.  They would then swap sons and dads.  A proud Japanese dad would
watch his boy being aggressively buggered by a rough, horny Turk.  A
deceptively innocent little Dutch boy would de-spunk a red neck Yank while
his big-cocked dad rammed his cock up the American's son's boy-cunt!
Granddads, brothers and uncles would hold mass incest gang-bangs and lucky
young boys (like me!) would find themselves the lust-object of three, four,
five or more family man-cocks!  There wouldn't be a minute during the day
when incest spunk wasn't being pumped out of a daddy-cock into or over a
willing, horny son!  My mind was reeling and my little cock painfully
throbbing in my shorts just thinking about the possible scenarios.  Looking
round, I could see that we were all very sexually aroused, so dad made a
suggestion.

'Let me show Rachid and Hamsa this video to give them an idea of the type
of fun in store for them.  Perhaps we can get some incest practice done
before the scheme gets off the ground!'

He slipped the tape into the video machine and sat back on the couch beside
Rachid.  The two dads indicated that we should take up positions on our
knees between their spread legs.  As the film spluttered into life, it
revealed me being stripped and molested by my dad, granddad and my twin
uncles, Luke and Mark.  Rachid eyes were riveted to the screen, enthralled
by the vision of the pretty young boy he had just fucked being vigorously
abused by four members of his immediate family - and enjoying every minute
of it.  He wrenched his throbbing cock out of his trousers and stuffed it
down his son's willing, open throat. Dad lazily extracted his hardening
prick, critically assessing his screen performance, and let me bring it to
it full erection with my expert young tongue.

The video was a collation of edited highlights, and Rachid was treated to a
series of hard core incestuous spunk-ups involving not just me and my
family, but Geoff and his two boys, Jason and Justin, and my black cop
daddy, Winston and his 17 year old son, Leroy.  Rachid nearly blew his load
when dad and granddad unloaded waves of spunk over me - he especially liked
the shots of dad cumming inside me and then withdrawing his still spunking
cock and shooting the rest of his spunk into my arse-crack - but it was the
sight of Winston's beer-can thick 9 inches being forced up my arse while
his son face-fucked me that made him lose it. With a great sigh, he bucked
his hips and unleashed his spunk.

"Suck my cock!  Eat my spunk, son!  Swallow all your daddy's seed.  All
that fucking spunk that made you!" he shouted, having picked up the
dialogue from this and other porno films, and he pumped his cum down his
son's throat.  Some escaped and dribbled down the boy's chin.

The sight of son taking dad-spunk caused my dad to release his second load
of the day.

'Here it cums, son.  Are you ready?  Take your daddy's cum, take it all
like a good boy', he said almost languidly, as if it was the most natural
thing in the world to feed your 13 year old son your spunk.

I diligently jack-sucked my dad and carefully milked his balls as the spunk
rose from them, up the thick, veiny shaft and I felt the life-giving liquor
splash against the roof of my mouth.  Rachid just loved watching me take
dad's spunk, it fulfilled his deepest incestuous fantasies and encouraged a
last few drops to leave his nearly spent cock for the safety of his son's
still attentive mouth.

'Now that's all the cock and dad-spunk you two boys are getting today,'
said dad, 'we have an early start tomorrow so we will eat and have an early
night'.

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To be continued in Chapter 26 when the four travel south to plan the
world's first incest centre and have some horny adventures on the way!
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