Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 15:30:51 -0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 28 'The Generals's Story' (Gay incest: M/b)

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 28 'The General's Story'

The general had only recently discovered the pleasures of dadson sex, but
he had every intention of making up for lost time!

He was born forty-eight years ago into a peasant family in the rural south
of Maghrebia.  Until the age of sixteen when he was conscripted into the
army, he knew little beyond the parched fields of his poverty-stricken
village where life was a constant struggle for survival.  Such
entertainment as existed, revolved around family and religious festivals in
this traditional conservative society.  Women and girls were segregated
from the men as much as was possible in the small cramped dwellings, which
from the age of seven, meant separate classrooms.

Though lacking many facilities, the village school offered a rudimentary
education in literacy, numeracy and history while after school classes
provided lessons in the Koran.  For the rest, the playground and
surrounding fields and hills afforded opportunities to learn about
geography and the natural sciences - and human biology.  Sex education, was
of course, completely unheard of, but, nevertheless, was to be found in
expected and unexpected places.  In a culture where sex was never discussed
and a girl's pre-marital purity was a matter of honour and beyond price,
men found secret and illicit ways to satisfy their curiosity and their
lust.  Marriage was by arrangement and an expensive business.  Poorer
families often had young men in their twenties still living at home, trying
to save enough to buy a piece of land and build their own house.  Married
men from their mid-thirties onwards tired sexually of their wives, who, in
any case, feared the curse of annual preganancies which could result in
death to mother or child or both.  Marital sex was more a duty than a
pleasure, and once initiated, was over as quickly as possible, providing
the husband with relief but little satisfaction.  Once he had proved his
virility and fathered a couple of sons and a daughter, the urge to breed
diminished - but not the need for sexual release.

The result was a situation where sex could be found everywhere and nowhere.
As soon as boys were old enough (or were taught) to masturbate, they would
get together in groups to relieve themselves and each other.  Those with
older unmarried brothers and uncles found their hands, mouths, and in many
cases their arseholes, in demand as a means of de-spunking their horny
older relatives. Teenagers taught their younger siblings how to wank and
suck them off at night in beds they shared together or in barns after
school, sometimes in twos, other times in groups of as many as ten or
twelve.  The older men lusted after the smooth young bodies of the younger
generation, recalling the all-male fun they had had themselves as boys, or
the uncle who had forced his cock up their virgin arseholes with such
obvious pleasure.  Teachers, imams and craftsmen with young apprentices
regarded the opportunity to seduce their charges as a perk that went with
the job.  Fathers turned a blind eye, mindful of their own pre-marital fun
and hopeful of more to come in the future.

The general was born into this fevered world of unspoken, suppressed male
sexuality.  A well-built handsome lad, he found himself courted and
cornered by older boys and members of his own family, and was obliged to do
his share of tossing and sucking until he was old and strong enough to
prevent them taking him by force and, in turn, used younger, smaller boys
to gratify his own lust.  He was aware from an early age that he had a very
large cock.  His uncles would compliment him on its size, and hang on to it
while they fucked him.  When he began putting it around himself, his
younger brothers and their friends would run away and hide when they saw
him approaching with a hard-on.  After they had had it shoved up them once
and couldn't sit down comfortably for a week, few waited around for a
second shagging. However, the general found their attempts to escape more
stimulating.  He would chose a boy, stalk him, and when he caught him make
him suck his cock before turning him round and fucking him.

So past his boyhood and adolescence until he was conscripted into the army
and stationed 200 kms away in Zagora.  Here the group masturbation sessions
continued, often aided by torn well-fingered porn magazines smuggled into
the country from Germany and Sweden. The general again found himself the
centre of attention due to the size of his cock, and many eyes would be on
him as he wanked and shot his huge load rather than on the bums and titty
girls.  Other boy soldiers would secretly approach him and ask to see his
cock.  He would let them do so in return for them bringing him off or
sucking him.

The general liked the army and quickly decided to make it his career.  He
enjoyed the discipline, structure and opportunities to learn and travel it
afforded, all of which were beyond the resources of his family.  He also
took to the all male ambience.  He was a good recruit and soon came to the
attention of the officers - and not only for the size of his cock, news of
which travelled quickly around the barracks.  Rather than endure the three
years national service, he let it be known that he would like to make a
career in the army and was sent on special courses that would allow him to
become an officer in due course.

The general's national service passed pleasantly for the handsome,
talented, inquisitive and horse-hung soldier.  On completion of his term,
aged ninteen, he signed up as a professional and was promoted to
non-commissioned officer status.  The next few years saw the country slide
into near civil war, with border incursions to the south and frequent
terrorist activity in the capital, Safi, and in the country's other main
cities.  Prophetically, the young enthusiast's peers nicknamed him 'the
general' soon after he was conscripted and long before he attained that
rank.  But he rapidly won his commission and was posted to various parts of
the country as the armed forces assumed the responsibilities of government
and sought to maintain internal stability.  Aged twenty-three, he had
already gained the respect of senior officers who marked him out for future
greatness.  He married a colonel's daughter, and with an increased salary,
his standard of living rose and he took all the chances going to educate
himself in the ways of the west, art, history and literature.  He believed
the country's leading soldiers should also be cultured, knowledgeable and
politically astute if they were to operate on the world stage on an equal
level with those of larger more affluent countries.

The general was fond of his wife but the marriage was arranged and dictated
by politics and protocol.  This did not unduly worry him and he regarded it
as part of his patriotic duty.  The wedding night was rather tense as the
virgin bride struggled to accommodate her husband's massive cock.  He did
manage to fulfil his duty with the aid of a jar of vaseline.  It was a
perfunctory coupling and the general reflected on the more pleasurable,
uninhibited, lust-driven qualities of all male encounters.
  However, nine months later his wife presented him with a son, Ahmed, and
over the next three years with two daughters.  The general's visits to his
wife's bed were relatively few and brief.  He was frequently absent for
long periods as the country's political instability continued and he lived
for the most part in military quarters.  But he made as generous provision
for his family as his allowance permitted and behaved respectfully if
formally towards his wife.

For the next ten years the general was almost completely preoccupied with
his military duties and regretted not seeing his young family grow up.  He
became the youngest colonel in the Maghrebian army and as the country
became more stable, he was sent on a crash course to learn English and
thence to the Royal Military Academy in London, to learn military history,
tactics and organisation with a view to reforming the country's armed
forces when the political situation permitted.  There was no question of
his wife accompanying him, but his exotic goodlooks, natural intelligence
and engaging personality assured that he was never alone unless he chose to
be.  It was considered grossly unfair by many of his fellow British
officers, that he should not only have so many personal attributes but a
fucking great cock as well!  Periodically, they would make a collection and
buy him a whore just to watch her take his donkey-sized cock, gaining
homo-erotic pleasure from seeing him vigorously fuck her.  The general
enjoyed performing for his friends while they stood close by and
masturbated, shooting their cum over the rutting couple.


He returned from London transformed; sophisticated, cosmopolitan and an
acute judge of character and situations.  Instantly promoted, he became the
youngest general in the army, thus finally matching his sobriquet.  He
celebrated by impregnating his wife who subsequently bore a second son,
Yusuf, named after his grandfather, and some fourteen years younger than
his eldest son.  The country had, meantime, entered a period of political
stability and the armed forces had more or less returned to barracks.  The
general was able to relax but found himself accompanying the nation's
leaders on visits to foreign capitals and leading delegations to
conferences on defence and security.  He was a frequent guest at NATO
headquarters in Brussels and the International Court of Justice in The
Hague.  However, he was able to spend more time with his family although he
still preferred to live in military accommodation.  He was determined to
take a more active part in his youngest son's life than circumstances had
permitted him to do with his other children.  His years in England had
introduced him to the novel concept that it was not unmasculine to be
involved in the upbringing of children.  One of his particular pleasures
was teaching his son to read and listening to him practice.  He would send
his driver to pick up Yusuf from his home some 5 kms away and spend a
couple of hours with him before his driver returned the boy home.

By the mid-1990s, the general was better off financially than at any time
in his life and established his family in a large house in a smart suburb
of Zagora when he was made military governor of that province.  He still
spent most of his time in the military compound where the dilapidated
officers' quarters had been sumptuously restored to their fin de siecle
glory.  The frequent foreign trips to western capitals and more leisure
time at home reawakened the general's interest in sex.  He allowed himself
to explore the fleshpots of London, Paris, Brussels and Copenhagen when
time permitted, and a substantial percentage of his expenses were spent on
high-class whores and pornography for his and his officers' delectation
that was smuggled back to Maghrebia in his diplomatic bag.  However, he
resented paying these passionless tarts for services that, ultmately left
him unsatisfied.  During a visit to Hamburg he was browsing in a huge sex
supermarket on the Raperbaarn and drifted into the gay section.  He was
surprised and stimulated by the vast array of material that catered for
very catholic tastes: bondage, leather, rubber, 'watersports', blackmen,
transsexuals, bisexuals and boys.  Having purchased a variety of books and
videos he decided to exercise his erection with a male escort from an
agency he saw advertised in the city's monthly guide.  He found the pretty
oriental rent-boy (all of twenty years of age) far more to his liking than
the passionless female whores, and the 'boy' seemed genuinely excited as he
struggled to take the big Arab dick up his well-fucked and well-rented
cunt.

During his increasingly quiet periods at the barracks, he continued to see
his son on a weekly basis, duties permitting, and set about reforming the
army.  One of his major schemes was reforming the rules and conditions of
the ordinary soldiers, rebuilding the insanitary and decrepid buildings.
He had the living accommodation rebuilt with better, cleaner facilities and
improved the living conditions of conscripts and officers alike.  Yusuf
continued to visit his father and enjoyed the time they spent together.
The general was concerned that the boy was getting too old to sit on his
knee and have his father read to him, but Yusuf seemed to enjoy the close
physical contact.  He would clamber on to his father's knee and slip his
arm round his shoulder.  The general placed the favourite book on his son's
knee, his left hand holding the book and resting on the boy's crotch
leaving his right hand free to turn the pages.

Yusuf was well turned ten when his father returned from a visit to the UN
in New York where he had thrust his cock up a couple of rent-boys to
relieve his sexual frustration.  As he read one of their favourite stories
he could have sworn his son's cock hardened under his hand.  Unsure, but
rather amused that his son was reaching sexual maturity, he tried to ignore
the pressure on his hand to spare the boy's embarrassment.  He found
himself dwelling on his son's possible erection after he had left and in
bed that night, slowly wanked himself off while thinking about his son.
Having cum, he was somewhat ashamed at having brought himself off while
thinking about his own son.  He dismissed the episode as perverted and
pushed it to the back of his mind.  But each time it crept out of the dark
corner of his mind, his cock grew.

The general continued to pursue his tastes during ensuing diplomatic visits
to New York, Helsinki and Barcelona.  But he began to tire of the
money-grabbing, cynical rent-boys as he had done with female whores,
although he still preferred young men's bodies and fucking arse to shafting
sloppy big cunts.  Besides, he had not yet found a woman who could really
suck cock!  It was on a trip to The Hague that he discovered a more
enjoyable form of sexual indulgence.  Finding himself at a loose end one
afternoon, he changed into a smart western suit and took the train to
Amsterdam.  Forty-five minutes later he arrived at Centraal Station and
explored the nearby red light area with its male and female brothels and
sex supermarkets.  After visiting three sexshops the general was sated with
the same old porn and wandered wearily into an exclusively gay sexshop and
porn cinema in the Spuisstraat.  Having browsed through all the merchandise
and found nothing to stimulate his jaded palate, the general was about to
leave when the manager presumed to address him.

'Is their nothing to suit your taste, sir? he asked.

Slightly taken aback and embarrassed, the general replied candidly, that it
was all very much the same material in every shop and in every European
city.

Having ascertained that the general preferred to see young men engaged in
sexual activity with older men, the manager then produced a video from
under the counter, 'Perhaps this might be more to your liking,' and handed
the video case to the dark, handsome foreign customer.

The general eyed it suspiciously and gulped when he saw the price.  He was
about to hand the tape back to the manager but was pre-empted.

'I really think you ought to see it before you make a decision.  You can
watch a few minutes of it in one of the cabins.'

Not wishing to appear rude, the general acquiesced.  He was shown into a
cabin with a door he could lock on the inside and the manager inserted the
tape into the appropriate slot in the office.  The general waited for the
usual badly scripted plot to develop into a group of beautiful boys
'humphing' and 'Oh fucking' their way to another well-paid spunk-up.  He
pressed the fast forward button on the remote control to get through the
tedious opening titles and stopped it just as a very pretty and very young
blond boy was having a thick, hefty cock pushed down his throat.  The
general sat up sharply.  Not only was the boy younger and prettier than he
was used to seeing, he bore a remarkable resemblance to the hairy, muscular
man who was having his way with the boy.  The general took the empty video
case and tried to read the small print in the light reflected from the
screen. 'All actors in these film clips are guanteed to be family members
related to the first degree: fathers, sons, uncles and grandfathers.  If
images of man to boy incest offend you we strongly advise you not to watch
this video'.

The general's cock rocketed to attention and he rivetted his eyes on the
screen which now depicted the boy on his knees; his father spread his arse,
greased up his big, meaty daddy-cock and eased it into his son's tight,
smooth, hairless young boy-pussy.  He began to fuck the boy with long,
deliberate strokes.  The general watched, transfixed.  He had, at last,
found the sexual scenario that blew his mind - and would cause him to blow
his load more powerfully than anything else before: dadson incest!

Pressing the fast forward button he sped on to see a father spraying his
spunk over his two young sons.  The general ripped open his trousers as he
struggled to liberate his throbbing cock which he immediately began to
masturbate.  Racing towards the end of the tape, he stopped it to gaze in
disbelief as a father, grandfather, two uncles and the boy from the first
clip were throwing themselves into a frenzied orgy, the boy's mouth and
arse being vigorously fucked in turn by the four rough, horny men who
brought the scene to a close by deluging the boy with their spunk.  As they
did so, the general release his own pent-up load that shot into the air and
formed a lake on the cabin floor.  He cleaned himself up, thrust his
softening penis back into his trousers and left the cabin.

The shop manager was amused to see the flustered customer and asked if he
had enjoyed the film.  The general proffered a credit card to pay for the
video and asked if he had any more 'on a similar theme'.

'I'm sorry, no, although we are expecting more in the future.  Do you have
sons yourself?'

'I certainly fucking do!' he replied as he scrawled his signature on the
receipt and left swiftly with his booty.

'Lucky little bitch!' muttered the manager as he watched the general leave.
He then visited the cabin he had occupied and saw the large puddle of spunk
on the floor.  The shop was empty so he pulled out his prick and brought
himself off, adding his cum to the general's.  If he couldn't be the
handsome stranger's son, he could mix his spunk with that of his fantasy
father.

It was forty-eight hours before the general was back in his quarters at the
barracks.  He had hardly been able to contain himself thinking about the
tape.  Settling down in front of the television, the general watched the
whole tape, bringing himself to orgasm three times.  Over the following few
days we watched it again several times, drinking in the scenes being acted
out in front of him.

When the evening came for his son's visit he was in a state of agitation.
What was he to do?  He was appalled at the thought of abusing or hurting
his son, but the memory of his son's hard little cock and the effect of
seeing dads and sons enjoying unbridled orgiastic sex together gave him a
permanent erection.  The thought of engaging in such acts with his own son
caused him to spend hours masturbating.  He decided to play it by ear and
let happen what would happen.

He tried to behave normally when Yusuf arrived, and the boy settled down on
his knee as usual.  Within minutes it seemed that his son's cock was hard.
The general leaned his hand very gently into the boy's erection.  He didn't
move it.  In fact, he seemed to push back slightly.  The general repeated
the move, his voice faltering as tried to continue reading.  Once again,
the boy appeared to press back and shifted his position very slightly to
allow his father's hand greater contact with his stiff little cock.  The
general was almost sure that Yusuf was colluding in this seduction, and
pressed more firmly against his son's cock.  This time there was no
mistake!
  The boy's cock jumped under the pressure from his father's touch.  The
general stopped reading, leaned in towards his son and kissed his cheek
while he fingered his son's dick in his shorts - this time, making no
pretence about it.  The boy moaned and snuggled up to his father.

'Do you like that?  Does that feel good?' asked the general softly,
desperate not to rush and spoil things, as he rubbed his son's cock.

'Oh Yes, daddy!' cooed Yusuf, opening his legs wider to give his father
easier access to his crotch.

'You're a good little boy.  We can have such fun together if you want.  We
can do wonderful things together, touching and feeling each other and
exploring each other's bodies.  Would you like that, Yusuf?  Would you like
daddy to touch you and you to see and touch daddy's private parts,' replied
the general, his voice trembling with lust.  He placed his lips against
Yusuf's and embraced the boy in his strong, paternal arm while continuing
to rub his hard little penis.

'Yes, please, daddy!' sighed Yusuf and turned his face towards his father,
their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

The general stood the boy on his feet between his father's legs.  Hooking a
finger at the back and the front of his shorts, he deftly slipped them down
and they fell to the floor.  He did the same to his son's underware and
finally whipped of his t shirt.  Yusuf stood in front of his father as
naked as the day he was born apart from his Nike trainers.  He gathered the
boy up in his arms, fondling his smooth, silken arse with his left hand,
allowing his index finger to trace the cleft between his buttocks while he
fondled his son's testicles and cock with his right.  He masturbated his
little cock while he kissed him and whispered sweet obscene nonsenses in
his ear.

Yusuf couldn't believe how good it felt to feel his father's rough,
masucline hands jingle his balls and rub his prick. He instinctively
relaxed his arse as his dad's fingers slid up and down his arsecrack.

Before he got completely carried away, the general knew he had to show his
son his own enormous cock.  He had been fantasising about this moment since
seeing the incest video and now it had arrived.  He wanted it to be
soemthing he and Yusuf would always remember.  He rubbed his own crotch in
anticipation.  Yusuf saw him and focussed on the huge bulge in his
trousers.  He stretched out his eleven year old hand and grasped it.

'Do you want to see your father's private parts, his cock and balls?  Do
you want to fondle and stroke them like I'm doing to you?  It feels good,
doesn't it?'

As he said this he gently rubbed his little son's testicles in his big,
rough hands and worked his hard little cock between his thumb and index
finger.  Yusuf writhed with pleasure in his father's arms.  Their lips met
again, father enjoying the softness of his son's lips and son loving the
rough, bristle of his father's moustache.

The general released his son, stood up and seated the boy in his chair
facing him.

'I'm going to show you my cock, now.  It's just like yours only a little
bigger, but don't be afraid'.

Yusuf was shaking with anticipation rather than fear and rubbed his
father's bulge with both hands.  It was the general's place to sigh with
pleasure, as he slowly and gently unbuckled the leather belt that girded
his waist and unclipped the fastener at the top of his trousers.  One by
one he popped the buttoms and peeled back the flaps.

'Pull daddy's trousers down,' he whispered and Yusuf hooked his fingers
into the waist band and pulled dowh his father's trousers until they
slipped to the floor under their own weight.  He was confronted, at eye
level, with a great mound of stretched white material, stained heavily with
a damp patch.

They were both breathing heavily; their throats were dry.  Peel back my
underwear and you will be able to see your daddy's cock,' croaked the
general.

With trembling hands, his son obeyed and the general's magnificent organ
surged forward almost hitting the boy on the nose.  That moment diffused
the tension and father and son laughed.

'It's... it's enormous, dad!' was all he could say.

'I know, son.  It's okay.  Just hold it for your dad, hold it and hold my
balls'.

Yusuf did so, mesmerized by the huge, spade-like cockhead. He wrapped both
his hands around it, failing abysmally to encircle it.  His gaze fell on
the two huge balls that swayed gently beneath the mighty tower of flesh.

'So what do you think of the father's tackle?'

'It's wonderful, fantastic, awesome,' and he just pressed his face into his
father's groin, loving the musky smell of raw male sexuality and the tickle
of his black pubic hair.

The general pressed his cock across the boy's face and held it their for
several minutes.  He knew he had to cum soon, over his son, but he also
knew that he and his son would have sex countless times again after this
first, fraught encounter.

'Let's wank each other off and you can watch me shoot my spunk?' he
suggested, lifting his son to his feet and turning him round.

'Spunk?  What's spunk?' asked Yusuf.

'It is the white stuff that I'm going to shoot out of the end of my cock in
a moment when you have rubbed my cock for a while,' enjoying his son's
pronunciation of the word 'spunk'.

'You'll like spunk!' he added finding another excuse to use the word,
'Spunk is great to make and your daddy makes load of spunk that tastes
really good!'

As he said this, he quickly unbuttoned his tunic and shirt, exposing his
rough, black chest hair.  He clasped the boy to him, bent his knees and
slid his mammoth prick down his son's arsecrack and between his legs.  It
stuck up eight inches beyond Yusuf's own small but very hard erection,
dwarving his little boy dick.  He rubbed his cock back and forth,
lubricating the boy's thighs and the pathway between his tight, virgin
arsehole and his tiny ball sack with precum.  He took his son's penis in
his thumb and fingers and began masturbating him again.

'You see what I'm doing to you; it feels good, doesn't it? Now hold your
daddy's cock and do the same thing.  Wank daddy's prick!'

The huge, brawny, hairy soldier enfolded his small, smooth, skinny son and
the two pleasured each others' cocks.  Yusuf was the first to break.  He
began to squirm and riggle in his father's tight embrace.  The general knew
what was happening and he held his son even more firmly while he increased
the pace of his masturbation.  The boy shrieked as his body shuddered with
the effects of his dry orgasm that frightened him with the force of its
onset.  The general kept on rubbing his son's red, sore, circumsized little
cocklet until he could bear it no longer and the boy buckled at the knees.

'It's okay, son.  That's what cumming is like.  That's a sort of orgasm!'

Yusuf didn't really understand and hardly heard his father, but the
intensity of the pleasure that had exploded within him had left him
breathless but anxious for more - when he had recovered from this
onslaught!

'Now it's your turn to pleasure your father, Yusuf.  You have to bring me
off.  I'm aching to cum, aching to make spunk!'

'Spunk!' thought Yusuf.  He wanted to see this mysterious stuff 'spunk'.

He grabbed his father's cock and began to rub it up and down with both
hands.

'Oh yes, fucking hell!  Wank your daddy's cock, son!  Wank your daddy's
cock!  Make him shoot his fucking spunk!'

As the general approached his first son-induced spunk-up, he had the
overwhelming desire to cum all over his son, to annoint him with his
father's cum.  So just as he reached the point of no return, he swung the
boy round, took over responsibility for bringing himself off and aimed the
great cum-cannon at his son's startled face.

'I'm cumming, son, I'm cumming!  Your daddy is going to show you what spunk
is!  He's going to cover you with spunk.  His own daddy incest spunk!'

Never before had he uttered those last three words.  The thrill of it
tipped him over the edge and triggered a mighty cascade of pearly white
sperm that rocketed out of his penis and splattered all over the face and
shoulders of his small son.  Never had the general experienced such a
powerful orgasm that thrust necklace after necklace of his seed into the
air ultimately wrapping itself round his own boy.  Sperm to sperm; spunk to
spunk.

He gazed down at his offspring, the wide-eyed cherubic face dripping with
his father's cum.  It was a moment of pure delight for both father and son
as they gazed into each others' eyes, united in this moment of delicious,
describable pleasure.

'Now you know what spunk is!' said the general as he wiped Yusuf's face
with his handkerchief.

'Dad,' replied Yusuf, 'Can I stay the night with you?  I want want to go to
bed with you and cuddle up next to you.'

'Of course you can, son. We can spend lots of nights together if you like,
and make lots more spunk!'

Having said this, the general swept up his son in his arms and carried him
into the bedroom.


To be continued in Chapter 29 when we hear of how the general conducts
Yusuf's education and how he loses his virginity and makes some new friends
in the process!