Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 16:29:59 -0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 27 (Gay incest: M,M,M/t,b,b)

My apologies for mis-numbering the previous chapters which the editor has
kindly corrected.

This story, as with previous chapters, is 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. Real boys do not think and act as I depict them in the stories.

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 27	'A Stately Pleasure-Dome'

Part One

We arrived in Zagora just as the sun was setting.  The hotel was in the
centre of the city which had an atmosphere of faded colonial elegance.  Our
luggage was taken up by teenage robe-clad porters and we made ourselves at
home.  The driver and his son drove off to stay with family in the
ramshackle suburbs with strict instructions to pick us up at 8 AM the
following morning.  We were all tired and rather grubby after our shagging
sessions in the back of the limousine and after a refreshing shower found
we were ravenously hungry.  Nothing like raunchy sex for giving you an
appetite!  After supper we retired to our rooms, Rachid and Hamsa to
theirs, and me and dad to ours.  We two boys slept the sleep of the
well-fucked; our boy-pussies were a trifle tender after the rough assaults
of two horny Arabs.  But were we complaining?

The following morning we awoke early and breakfasted, no time for fun and
games before the business of the day was completed.  Hamsa and I were
rather frisky.  With the stress of the previous day, our dads seemed to
have forgotten that we hadn't cum, despite having taken two good loads of
man-spunk up our boy-cunts and another down our throats from our dads!  Our
car arrived, only a little late, and we set off for a site some two miles
to the west, guided by Rachid.  Turning left at a major intersection we
ground to a dusty halt in a wide, flat area where the city gave way to the
arid scrub-clad desert.  The land rose steadily to the west and south, and
high, snow-capped mountains were visible through the shimmering morning air
to the east.  Zagora was located in a broad, shallow bowl.  The road
travelled on west, through a range of coastal hills to the seaport of
Taouf, which also boasted a reasonably sized airport.  Rachid clambered out
of the car with an armful of maps, sketches and diagrams, and he and dad
began to talk animatedly and pointed to various spots either side of the
road.

'The computer plant will be sited there, just back from the road but with
plenty of room for expansion at the rear, up to where the land rises,'
Rachid pointed enthusiastically into the near distance. 'The health and
leisure centre will be located a discreet distance to the west in the lea
of those rocky outcrops and by that stand of pines.  We can irrigate the
land a little and plant more trees for screening.  I had also thought about
a covered way linking the factory and the leisure centre for privacy as
much as protection from the elements.  Perhaps we might consider a tunnel!'

Dad laughed, 'I was saving that idea for connecting the leisure centre with
the hotel!  If things go well, the second phase of development could see
the expansion of the assembly plant and the leisure centre and the building
of a luxury hotel on that piece of land on the other side of the road.
There's masses of room for the hotel itself, a couple of pools and gardens
that would hide it discreetly from the road.  But a tunnel underneath would
allow guests and locals to come and go without drawing attention to
themselves.'

'And there is always the road safety issue!' added Rachid and the two men
roared with laughter.

'All this fuss over a bloody factory!' I muttered, bored with the project
already.

'Language, spunk bunny!' said dad, 'Haven't you cottoned on to what we are
planning yet, dumbo?'

I pretended to be hurt and rolled my eyes.

'The computer plant is just a front,' continued dad. 'It will be a bona
fide business enterprise but the 'health and leisure centre' that goes with
it will do more that cater for the medical needs of the workers!  People
will think it is a philanthropic gesture by a well-meaning western company
bringing employment and prosperity to a depressed area with high
unemployment.  But it will also provide unusual perks and earning
opportunities for the workers and forbidden delights for visiting
businessmen.'

'But how?  It's just a dreary old computer plant!' I protested.

'Remember how attracted Arab men are to your tight little arse?  And how
popular Arab boys and their dads are with western dads and sons!  When the
carefully selected workers realise the advantages of a little
'extra-curriculum' activity that nets them a week's wages for a couple of
hours work, and the pleasures of groping pretty little white boys,' he
added, groping my arse, 'I think they will be queuing up to join the fun.'

'So you're planning a sort of 'dad-son' club?'  I suggested, the light
suddenly dawning.

'You could call it that!' replied dad with a wicked grin on his face. 'We
know how popular the incest scene is, fact and fiction, so why not bring
horny dads and sons together from all over the world and help boost the
local economy in the process!'

'But why here?  It is very old fashioned and strict.  They make women wear
sacks over their heads and they can't mix with men even in supermarket
queues!' I protested.

'So much the better!' interrupted Rachid.  'We can either employ men or
women but not mix them.  As the husband is still dominant here and male
unemployment is very high, we will only employ men which will keep the
religious leaders happy, too!  As 'relations' between men and between men
and boys do not happen and yet everyone indulges in a little fun sometime
in their life, it won't be difficult to keep an open secret.  This is the
perfect place for an international incest centre and as long as it brings
in western currency and prosperity to the local people no one will question
it.'

'As long as we are discreet and keep the authorities on our side with a
little greasing of palms and of arses!' broke in dad, leering, 'And you two
have an important role to play here.'

'Doing what?' I replied suspiciously.  I had seen that look before and it
invariably meant something very horny and perverted.

'You and Hamsa will 'audition' the first workers,' he said nonchalantly.
'The plant should be up and running within a couple of months and then we
will be open for business.'

'But we're far too young to know who to hire for a computer business!' I
squeaked, fully aware that I was naively missing a very big point.

'But it is not their prowess as technicians that you will be assessing but
their willingness and ability to be sexually aroused and seduced by pretty
young boys with soft mouths and tight young arses!'

A never-ending line of hard, horny Arab cocks hoved into view in my
perverted imagination and I stared into the distance.

'The randy little sod is fantasising about it already,' laughed Rachid.

'There will be hundreds of applications because we will be offering above
average wages and good working conditions, they won't know how good until
they have been working for us for a few weeks! Rachid and I will cut down
the initial applications to the best looking men, most of whom will be in
their thirties with families and at least one son in his early teens.  To
balance the group we will include some older teens and men in their forties
and fifties with sons and grandsons, and try and get brothers and relatives
from the same families to increase the fun.  Then you two will work your
way through them on the pretence of giving them a medical examination that
they must pass to get a job.'

'But we don't know anything about being doctors!' I said scornfully.

'Of course you don't, my little Florence Nightingale!  But Uncle Ralph will
do the proper medical and you will perform small but necessary tasks
afterwards and in private.  Uncle Ralph will teach you to test for
testicular cancer and ruptures by fondling their balls, and other little
tricks that allow you to feel their chests, pinch their nipples and stroke
their cocks, all the interests of medical science!'

I could see that dad and Rachid had got it all worked out.

'As soon as the men start to respond to your touch by getting slightly
hard, you will fondle and caress them harder and see how far they will go.
As soon as their cocks are half hard you kneel down and suck them until
they are rock hard and horny.  If you think they are on for a fuck, you
will swing your well-greased little arse round, pull down your flimsy
shorts and back on to their rampant dicks.  Before they know what has hit
them you will be riding their cocks and they certainly won't stop until
they have filled your arse with spunk!  Some won't get that far and will
cum in your mouth before you can get them up your arse.'

'But what if they're not interested or I don't like them?' I queried.

'Then you cut short the 'medical' making it as brief as possible.  After
each 'audition' you will note down on their records how they responded, the
size of their cocks and balls and anything else about them that you
noticed; like, were they nervous, aggressive or really enjoying it.  Then
Rachid and I will draw up a list of successful applicants whom we think
will be good employees and 'enjoy the opportunities the jobs afford'.

Dad and Rachid fell about laughing as they used 'management speak' to
describe their horny enterprise.

'Those who are ready and willing to engage in man-boy sex and are open to
the pleasures of dad-son sex will be offered jobs and made aware of the
financial incentives for bringing along their own sons.  These men are
dirt-poor and offering them more money than they could earn in a month to
have unbridled sex with pretty western boys and their dads will prove
irresistible.  Dads with two available sons will be able to make more cash
and have wilder, raunchier sex than their grubby masturbatory fantasies
could ever imagine.'

'The men will be told that certain intimate aspects of the medical
examination will be carried out by two boys especially trained for the task
to spare their modesty.  I don't think we will have too many complaints!'
added Rachid with a smile.


'Whose Uncle Ralph?' asked Hamsa, speaking for the first time but showing
he had understood the conversation.

'He's Philip's granddad's younger brother and a trained doctor,' replied
dad.

'I remember him.  He was a general practitioner in London but disappeared
to South- East Asia a few years ago.' I said, dredging my memory banks.

'That's right.  He had a little local difficulty after some complaints from
his patients!'

'Another family pervert', I thought to myself.

'If all goes to plan,' continued my father, 'the computer plant will expand
to employ two or three hundred men.  The health and leisure centre will
include saunas, lots of private rooms of various sizes and a bar and
restaurant.  A major attraction will be the large Roman-style baths
decorated with frescoes depicting life-sized figures from myth, legend and
history having orgiastic sex with their dads, sons, brothers etc.  The
artist already has plans for showing Zeus with his immortal, throbbing cock
stuck up Hyacinthus while his son, Apollo, fucks the boy's mouth.  Wotan
and Siegmund take their beautiful young offspring, Siegfried, in a frenzy
of lust, and the rough, hairy one- eyed Philip of Macedon thrusts
aggressively into the tight, young virgin boy-cunt of his son, Alexander
the Great. Everywhere their will be paintings inciting the viewer to pursue
the forbidden pleasure of male incest to the greatest heights. The artist
is ransacking world history, legend and literature for dads and sons incest
lovers would like to see depicted having rampant sex in glorious
technicolour.  The crowning glory will be the addition of a huge circular
'conference hall', large enough for hundreds of dad and son couples to have
sex together in carefully choreographed incest orgies that begin in the
early evening and last through the night.  Hardly a minute will pass when a
father is not cumming up, in or over his son, watched and cheered on by
dozens of other rutting dads and sons.' He paused for breath which was
becoming more and more shallow as he described his awesome project.

'You see that ditch over there?' resumed dad, bending down and whispering
conspiratorially in my ear.  He point to a dried up gully that began in the
hills to the west and ran along side the road. 'One day soon that will be
flowing with daddy- spunk!' He fondled my arse with his left-hand and his
hardening cock with his right as he said this.

'What's more,' joined in Rachid, wishing to explain his contribution to the
plan, 'The computer plant will allow us to wire up the entire incest centre
and broadcast live incest orgies on the net!  All the rooms will have at
least one camera in them, depending on their size so we can video all
activities, make porno movies and relay special live events.  The
'conference centre' will have dozens of cameras discreetly fitted and
subscribers from all around the world who can't make it to the 'incest
fests' will be able to watch it on the net, choosing which camera they want
to concentrate on and with the facility to zoom in and out at the touch of
a mouse!  So they will be able to pick out a particular dad-son team they
like and watch them shag.  Even zooming right in to see the father's fat,
slick cock pistoning in and out of his son's arse.  They'll even be able to
focus in on the purple, glistening end of a spunking daddy- cock as it
shoots cum into the air and over his prostate, well-fucked son!'

Rachid was talking himself into shooting in his trousers as he wanked his
cock through his pocket while he recounted his plans.  The whole project
was mind- boggling.

'But why has granddad gone off to Thailand and my uncles to Brazil and
Russia?' I asked.

'Because we are looking at other suitable locations for similar projects.
It looks like this will be the main headquarters of 'Incest International'
but it may be possible to establish branches around the world in each
continent; a bit like Disney world opening theme parks in France and
Japan.'

'Yes,' joined in Rachid, 'We're in a similar business: good wholesome
family entertainment!' The two daddies roared with laughter.


'But time's getting on.  We have to meet some local big-wigs today: the
city's governor, the military governor of the province and the chief of
police.  We have to get these people on our side and keep them sweet if
this enterprise is going to get off the ground,' said dad seriously.

Part Two

We climbed back in the limousine, having woken the driver who had slept
throughout our examination of the area.  Our first appointment was with the
governor of the city who occupied an ornate pink and white building in the
city's central square.
  I noticed that virtually all the people on the streets wore nation dress
rather than western garb, and far more women were veiled than in the
capital.  Rachid told me to be on my best behaviour and not speak unless
spoken to.  Formal courtesy and hospitality were the duties of every Arab
and Moslem and it was easy for westerners to unwittingly cause offence by
inappropriate behaviour.

The governor was a man in his sixties, swathed in white robes and with the
traditional headdress.  He was short and as round as he was tall.  His
beaky nose separated shrewd narrow eyes, and he was constantly wiping sweat
from his fleshy face with a large white handkerchief. He sported a full
black moustache and beard flecked with grey.

'I hope he doesn't want servicing in return for co-operating with our
dads,' I whispered to Rachid, shuddering at the thought of this grease-ball
humping up and down on top of me.

'Shh!' said Rachid sharply.

We drank sweet mint tea from glasses held in delicate silver holders while
Rachid translated dad's plans for the computer assembly plant.  The
atmosphere was friendly but formal and the governor wished us well with the
enterprise and promised to help as much as possible by hastening planning
applications and licenses to trade.  It would bring badly need investment
to an under-developed region, he said.

An hour later we were in the office of the Chief of Police, a stone's throw
from the governor's office.  This building was a modern fortress with
stringent safety checks in operation, recalling the country's political and
military turbulence.  The Chief was very smartly attired in a beige uniform
adorned with symbols of his rank.  You could have cut butter with the
creases in his trousers and shirt.  He was a tall, slim, muscular man with
strong facial features and a pencil sharp moustache on his upper lip.  His
dark eyes darted between his four visitors and he frequently fixed me with
an emotionless gaze which I found unnerving, and I blushed.  Once again,
the meeting was formal but polite and Rachid recounted their project for
the factory, and future plans for the hotel.  The policeman's concerns were
mostly with security and the affect that an influx of decadent westerners
would have on a provincial conservative community.  Dad tried to allay his
fears and he offered his support for the enterprise providing local laws
were observed on alcohol and the treatment of women.  Dad assured him they
would be and we moved on to the third and last appointment.

We set off for the outskirts of the city where the military governor's
office was housed in a large army compound.

'This man is the most important of them all,' said Rachid, 'He runs the
secret service and has a finger on every pulse in the province.  Nothing
happens here that he isn't aware of and he has information on every person
of importance in the city and region.  He is more liberal than most of the
military and has a powerful voice in the capital and a direct line to the
government, so we need him on our side.'

My heart sank as I thought of a mean, manipulative old soldier whom we had
to be nice to.  We passed through several security barriers, showing our
papers and being waved through.  Eventually, a smartly uniformed soldier
opened the car door and escorted us into a large wood-panelled hallway.
The general would see us shortly, we were assured, his words translated by
Rachid.

A few moments later the soldier returned and we were shown into an
impressive office, lined with the portraits of past generals and military
heroes.  The general rose from his seat on the opposite side of a large
polished mahogany desk.  He crossed the room to greet us personally and I
was delighted to discover that he was above average height (around 5' 10"),
well-built but not fat, and had a thick mop of curly black hair that was
heavily streaked with grey.  He had dark flashing eyes and the obligatory
bushy moustache that surmounted thick sensuous lips between which were
strong white teeth that easily broke into a smile.  I assessed his age as
in the late forties or a well-preserved fifty-two.

'Welcome to Zagora!  We don't often have the privilege of entertaining
foreign guests.  Please, be seated.  Make yourselves comfortable.  I have
ordered some mint tea or perhaps I can tempt you to something a little
stronger. 'The sun is over the yard-arm' as I believe your naval officers
used to say!'

He spoke perfect English in the clipped and modulated tones associated with
the English upper classes, the result, he explained of two years' training
in the 1980s at the Royal Military Academy outside London.  All of us
visibly relaxed - a mistake, perhaps?  The general's fluency in English
enabled dad to speak directly to him without the awkwardness of
translation, and his demeanour and familiarity with western ways made
explanations so much easier.  The appearance of a whisky decanter and cut
glass tumblers, an ice-bucket, soda siphon and soft drinks (presumably for
us boys) contributed to the informal atmosphere. The general dismissed his
attendant, poured the whiskies himself and offered iced coca-colas to me
and Hamsa.

After exchanging pleasantries, the general brought the conversation back to
the building of the computer plant complex.  He listened with rapt
attention and didn't interrupt.  It was difficult to assess from his
expression what he was making of it all.

'This is all fascinating and I would like to discuss it further but I have
a report to compile for the Interior Ministry on the recent border
incursions to the south.  I would be honoured if you would join me for
dinner this evening.  We could spend an hour or so discussing your plans
further and then enjoy a congenial evening tasting the delicacies of this
region.  I will send a car to collect you from your hotel at 7 O'clock if
that is convenient, gentlemen?'

Rachid and dad agreed enthusiastically, thanked the general for his
hospitality and asked if the boys should be in attendance that evening.

'By all means!' replied the general, 'It would be unkind to leave them
out.'

He shook us all firmly by the hand before showing us back to the car.

'Well that went well!' remarked dad when we were on the road.

'I'm not so sure,' said Rachid.  'I don't trust him.  He knows more than he
is letting on.  Did you notice that he didn't even ask which hotel we were
staying at?  I bet he has been keeping tabs on us since you're visas were
issued in London last month.  Watch what you say tonight, he's no fool.'

'What did you think of him, Philip?' asked dad.

'I liked him.  He reminds me a bit of granddad.  He's quite good-looking
for an older man.'

'Ha!' laughed dad, 'I'll tell him that this evening.  An older man indeed!
And you're always a sucker for old charmers, aren't you?'

I ignored this implication that I was free with my favours where mature men
were concerned.  We sped back to the hotel for lunch and a siesta, and to
prepare for the evening.

Suitably scrubbed and attired we were picked up by the general's personal
driver on the dot of seven.  Fifteen minutes later the general greeted us
in his private suite next to his office.  The large, high-ceilinged room
was adorned with book-cases and paintings on military themes from all round
the world.  There were books in English and French as well as Arabic.
Large soft leather sofas provided sitting accommodation for a dozen and the
polished wooden floor was strewn with thick handmade carpets.  The general
was obviously a man of culture and refinement.  A pair of large polished
wooden doors with bright brass fittings stood open at one end of the room
revealing a large airy dining room with a large table formally set with
crystal glasses and silver dinner service for six guests.

The moroccan leather sofas were arranged in a semicircle facing a large
television screen with a video set lodged beneath it.  The general invited
us to be seated and dispensed whisky to dad and Rachid, and soft drinks to
me and Hamsa.  There was a knock at the door and a small, attractive boy a
little younger than myself entered the room.

'Ah, Yusuf!  Gentlemen and boys, this is my son, Yusuf.  He is just eleven
years old.'

Yusuf walked shyly across the room and clambered on to his father's knee.

'Before we begin our discussions I would like to show you a brief video
clip that you may find of interest,' said the general nonchalantly, and
pressed the remote control.

The tv spluttered into life and the screen soon revealed a young, blond
western boy, his feet held high and wide over his head and a heavy hairy
man old enough to be his father pile driving his cock in and out of the
boy's arsehole.  There was an audible intake of breath around the room.

The camera panned over the boy's contorted face, revealing an ecstatic
smile and lips uttering the cry, "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me.  Fill me with
your cock!  Fuck me full of daddy-spunk!'

The screen was then filled with the father's face, twisted with lust and
intense pleasure. A sudden click, and the screen blackened.  Shell-shocked
and either red with embarrassment or white with fear, we turned to look at
the general.  He was wearing a broad satisfied grin that stretched from ear
to ear.  As we were all speechless, he broke the silence.

'I thought you might recognise the actors!  I complement you, Alex, on your
artistic direction and performance and the remarkable oral and anal
accommodation of your rapacious off-spring!'

Dad burbled something unintelligible and my mouth fell open.  I couldn't
decide whether I had just been insulted or complimented.

The general continued, 'I picked up this compelling video last month in
Amsterdam and am more than familiar with each sequence.  You certainly have
an interesting and enterprising family.  I am particularly taken with final
orgy involving uncles and grandfather, I believe.'

'So you are aware of our family activities?'  Dad struggled to find his
voice.  Rachid was frozen with terror.  We boys just kept quiet and let the
adults do the talking.

'You could say that.  This video is the most disgusting, depraved and
perverted I have ever seen.  It is also the most exciting, erotic and
spunk-provoking!  Now am I right in thinking that your computer enterprise
isn't exactly what it appears to be?  I advise you to answer me with
openness and candour.  I know more about you all than you are aware and
could be of considerable assistance to your project.'

The general sat back in his ample leather arm chair, held his son in his
arms and waited.  Dad then embarked upon a detailed explanation of the
entire project, including the establishment of an international incest
centre.

When he had finished, and downed a couple of large whiskies, a silence fell
on the room.  Still displaying little emotion other than amused openness,
the general commented, 'This is the most salacious and audacious enterprise
I have ever heard of,' and he absent-mindedly ran his hands up and down his
sons bare thighs.

'If you are willing to include me in your plans and accept my advice, I
will do all within my power to assist you in implementing the plan.'

Dad and Rachid sighed audibly with relief.  The general restarted the video
with the sound turned off.  The film reached the point where I was being
deluged with my father's spunk.

'Although my son and I also enjoy a close relationship,' continued the
general euphemistically, 'I have never engaged in sex with another father
and son.  If you would indulge me, before we eat, I would appreciate it if
we could all get to know each other a little better.'

As I was seated next to my father and Hamsa next to Rachid on separate
couches, the two fathers took this as their cue to grope their sons.  To
the evident delight of the general, dad indicated I should stand, whereupon
he fondled and groped me in full view of the general who suggested we all
move to the widest sofa which could seat all three men.  We sons stood
between our fathers' open legs while they groped and stripped us.  When we
were stark naked, our fathers fondled our little, smooth, tight balls and
masturbated are small hard cocks, causing shivers of pleasure to pass
through our bodies.  The fathers appreciated seeing each other work their
sons' cocks and caress their perfectly formed buttocks.  They then
stretched out their hands and felt each others' sons silken bodies and
private parts.  For the general, this was a fantasy come true, as he
fondled three young boys together, including his own youngest son.  Taking
their cue, again, from dad, the three men stood up and swapped places with
their offspring.  We boys pawed and clawed at our dads' crotches making
their imprisoned cocks as hard and horny as possible.  I was the first to
extract my dad's prick, showing his hard thick dick to the general and
Yusuf.  Hamsa was the next, hauling out his father's excited piece of meat.
Yusuf was the last, struggling with his father's trousers.  I put this down
to his limited experience but only when I saw the bulge in his open
trousers did I realise it was the size of the general's cock.  It was huge.
Yusuf pulled back his father's underwear to expose a mammoth organ that
exceeded anything I had ever seen before.  All our eyes were on the
general's crotch, to his obvious enjoyment.  When fully revealed the
massive member pointed towards the ceiling.  Yusuf placed both hands firmly
round it, completely failing to encircle it, but working the veiny,
tree-like shaft from its broad base to the spade-like head which was
already producing copious amounts of precum.  Yusuf bent forward and licked
the end.

'It's enormous!' gasped dad, 'Can the boy take it?'

'Unfortunately not,' replied the general with a sigh, 'It is one of the
problems of having an outsize organ that few can accommodate it.  Perhaps
one day ...'

'Would you like to watch us fuck our sons?' said Rachid, obviously feeling
sorry for the general, unable to sample the full delights of dad-son sex.

'Indeed I would!  My son and I can learn a great deal by watching you at
very close quarters and joining in where we may,' he answered
enthusiastically.

'Please do!' said dad, who wanted to get his hands on Yusuf and see the
three boys grapple with the general's huge prick.

The three dads stripped for action and the general, sporting a pair of
large, handsome balls and a broad hairy chest, produced lubricants and
towels from an antique kist in the corner.  He and Yusuf watched as Hamsa
and I sucked our dad's dicks, licked their balls and clawed at their hairy,
muscular chests.  The general stroked and fondled his sons as he watched
and every so often would bend his knees and rub his giant cock up and down
the boy's arsecrack.  It would then appear from between Yusuf's legs like a
third leg sticking up in the air.

Dad lifted my head from his cock by the hair and turned me round.

'I'm ready to fuck him.  Do you want to watch?'

The general and his son gathered round eagerly and watched my dad grease up
his cock and my arsehole and then poise his member ready for the assault.

'Now watch carefully and take note,' said the general to his son, 'We're
going to watch daddies and sons have sex together at first hand.'

'Would you like to hold my cock while I shove it in?' said dad,
thoughtfully.

Yusuf and his father wrapped their hands round my dad's dick and the
general fondled my testicles and wanked by dick as dad eased his cock
inside me.

'Look, son.  Philip's taking his dad's cock up him, just like in the film.
Isn't he a clever boy!  You'll be able to do this one day.  Watch.  Look!
He's starting to fuck him now; fuck him properly.  See! His cock is going
right the way up.  Philip can take the whole of his father's prick and he
loves it!'

I was squirming with delight and getting a real kick out of this commentary
and being watched so intently by this father and son team.  By our side,
Rachid was performing the same act on Hamsa.  The general and Yusuf stood
in front of both rutting couples and groped between their legs, feeling the
big, hard daddy-dicks thrusting in and out of their sons' tight young
boy-cunts, cradling the swinging spunk-filled balls and wanking the hard
little boy-dicks that were bouncing up and down with the force of their
fathers' thrusting.  Thrilled by the sight of the general's massive cock, I
grabbed it and tried to force the head down my throat.

Dad laughed, 'I knew he wouldn't be able to resist it as soon as he saw the
size of it.  He just loves dad-cock and won't be beaten!' He pulled Yusuf
towards him by the cock and wanked the boy while he watched me suck the
general's cock as he fucked my arse.

I got the great anvil-headed cockhead in my mouth and found I could just
get my tongue to swirl around it and take an extra inch or so down my
throat.  Both my hands were wrapped around the shaft and there was still
plenty of cock left over.  I guessed it was around 27 or 28 cms long
(nearly 11 inches) but it was the diameter that was astounding.  Like a
telegraph pole, it was as thick at the head as at the base.  The way it was
forcing my lips and cheeks apart, I estimated its girth at 22 or 23 cms
(nearly 9").  The mere sight of it excited all of us, and the spectacle of
me desperately doing battle with it drove dad, Rachid and the general wild.

'Yes, son, go for it!  Suck the monster!  I bet you'd like that fucker up
you, wouldn't you, eh?  Can you feel that massive dick easing its way up?!
Do you reckon you could take it, eh?'

'I'm too big for even this little cock-whore, I reckon,' said the general,
disappointed on missing out on the real shagging.

'I don't know,' replied dad, 'He can take his Uncle Winston's thick black
negro cock up him after I've got him good and loose.  Do you want to have a
go?  What do you think, son?  Do you reckon you could take it?'

Never one to pass up a challenge, I agreed to try.

'I'll have a go dad, if the general's not too rough!'

The general was beside himself with lust.  This was more than he dared hope
for.  A tight, young western boy-cunt wrapped around his dick.  Even whores
of both sexes had only done it for the money and here was a lad who
genuinely wanted it up him and with his dad's blessing!  Dad withdrew his
steaming cock and swivelled me round to face him.  I clamped my hands on
his hips and my mouth around his cock.  Dad held me firmly by the shoulders
to steady me and I felt the general prise my arsecheeks apart.  Rachid and
Hamsa manoeuvred themselves into a position where they could watch and
Yusuf stood by his father, eager to see him fuck a boy and be available for
his father to grope him while he was doing it.

'Feed it to him a bit at a time.  Keep it moving but don't push too hard,'
advised dad.

I felt the great mushroom-headed spunk canon move into position and test my
arse- ring.  On the third attempt, the mighty weapon penetrated my defences
and the cockhead forced its way inside me.  My squeals and squawks were
suffocated by dad's cock in my throat.  I focussed all my attention on
sucking dad's dick to take away from the discomfort in my rear end.

'Look, son. I'm inside him!  I'm up him!  Watch daddy fuck!  Watch daddy
fuck!' he yelled breathlessly as he slid more and more cock inside me.

'That's fantastic!  What a fucking boy-cunt!  So soft, so tight, so warm!
Like a tight velvet glove!'

I felt the awesome member push inexorably further and further inside me,
millimetre by millimetre.  I sucked furiously on dad's dick and lashed my
own as I sought to accommodate the general.

'That's it, son, you're doing fine.  You're doing really well.  Take the
general's cock, and give him his first good boy fuck.  He'll take a bit
more, general, and you can increase the pace, too.  Wrap your hand round
your prick.  That way you can fuck him harder without ramming it in too
far.'

The general took him at his word and I felt the shark-headed organ brush
against my prostrate gland sending waves of almost unendurable pleasure
ricocheting around my young body.  Dad had to hold me very firmly as I
writhed under the assault.

''Look, son.  Look, son!  I'm fucking him, I'm fucking him!  I'm fucking
Philip's arse, I'm fucking Philip's arse.  Hold daddy's balls, hold daddy's
balls!'  The general was more excited than he ever remembered being in his
life before and was incapable of not repeating himself.  He made is son
crawl between his legs and watch his cock as it moved back and forth up my
rectum.  Yusuf cradled his father's testicles as they swung to and fro and
fondled himself.

'I'm nearly cumming!  Can't hold out much longer!' yelled the general in
staccato syllables, 'I want to fuck my spunk into his arse while my son
watches and I grope and masturbate him.'

'Right!' said dad, taking control.  'You do that and let us know when you
start to cum.  I'll shoot my load over Philip's face and in his mouth so
you can see a real son eat his father's load.  Rachid, bring Hamsa over
here so the general can see you when you cum in his arse.  That way he gets
to see a real dad spunk over his son and up his son while he gets his own
rocks off!'

I was thinking I couldn't take anymore cock or shagging.  I was at the end
of my tether as the huge prick pistoned in and out of my sore, buggered
rectum.  Dad came to my aid.  With a great roar, he whipped his spunking
cock out of my mouth, placed it on my bottom lip and fired salvo after
salvo of hot daddy-cream into my mouth and over my face.

'Look, general! Look!  I'm shooting over my son's face!  I'm filling his
mouth with his own dad's spunk!  Watch me cum, general.  Watch me fucking
cum!'

Almost immediately to the general's right, Rachid bellowed, 'I'm cumming,
general, I'm fucking spunk into my boy's arse.  Watch me!  Watch me!  Look!
I'm cumming!  I'm filling my son's arse with incest daddy-spunk!'

His hips bucked and Hamsa was thrown around like a rag doll, only held in
place by his father's firm grip.  There was no doubt that Rachid was having
a tremendous spunk-up in his son's boy-cunt.

I felt the general's cock expand inside me even more and knew the end was
nigh.  Soon the biggest cock I had ever seen, let alone taken, was about to
explode inside me.  I was aching to released the pent-up cum in my own
little balls and couldn't hang on any longer.

'Yes! Yes!' screamed the general, 'That's what I want to see!  Dads
shooting spunk!  Sons drowning in their fathers' spunk. Dads filling their
sons' boy-cunts with spunk!  Spunk!  Spunk!  Incest spunk.  My incest spunk
up my little son!  Oh Yes!!'


As the general uttered this final paean, he released a cascade of cream
deep inside my bowels.  He thrust as much of his spunking canon up me as he
dare, pressed his son to him and kissed him fiercely as he did so.

'I'm cumming inside him, son.  Watch! I'm shooting all my daddy-cum up him!
Watch me!  I'm doing this for you, son.  One day, you'll get all your
daddy's spunk and you'll be daddy's special boy for ever!'

Hamsa and I released our boyish loads as we were filled with man-cum.  As
the general's orgasmic convulsions subsided, he violently masturbated his
son to a dry climax.  The boy writhed and squealed as his young body was
wracked with pleasure.  This obviously wasn't the first time the general
had brought his son off.

As calm returned, the general withdrew his cock from my battered rectum,
saying, 'I would never have thought it!  That was the best fuck I have ever
had.  And to watch two father's have their sons in front of me as I shagged
was the most exciting sexual experience of my life.  You have my full
support for your project, gentlemen.  More than that, I hope to be an
active contributor to the proceedings!  Now, I think we should clean
ourselves up and prepare for dinner.  I have worked up quite an appetite on
your son's arsehole!  I hope he is able to sit comfortably at the table.
Should I call for a cushion?'

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To be continued in Chapter 28 when we learn more about the general and how
he came by the video of Philip and his family.