Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 09:25:11 -0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy 29  (incest: M/b; 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.  If there are any 'daddies' in the north of
England looking for a 'son' I would particularly like to hear from you.
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 29 'Incest all around'

The lives of the general and Yusuf were never the same after their first
glorious spunk-up together.  New worlds of unimaginable sexual pleasure
opened up before them.  Over the following few weeks Yusuf could barely
contain himself as Thursday evenings approached when he engaged in
unbridled sex with his father.  He also had difficulty keeping his
wonderful experiences to himself.  He wanted to broadcast to the world how
big his father's cock was and how much spunk he made, but he knew
discretion was essential.

By the time his father's driver picked him up late on Thursday afternoons,
Yusuf's cock had been more or less continuously hard with anticipation
since Tuesday, and so had his father's!  Their sexual congress usually
followed the same routine.  The general would greet his son with a hug and
kisses before locking the door behind him and carrying him through to the
bedroom.  There he would place the boy before him as he sat on the bed and
fondle and 'molest' him while slowly removing his clothes.  Yusuf loved the
feel of his father's strong, masculine hands making free with his young
body, especially when they concentrated their attention on his private
parts.  When he was entirely naked and the general had played with his
son's balls and wanked his cock, he encouraged Yusuf to extract his huge
cock and balls and play with them while he removed his uniform.  He quickly
introduced cocksucking lessons into the curriculum and was amused to watch
his son grapple with the impossibly thick head and shaft of his cock and
struggle to get his small mouth around it.  Yusuf persevered and in a
couple of weeks managed to get the head in and use his tongue on the rim to
please his father.  He also learnt other tricks, such as swirling his
tongue around the cockhead, fluttering it up and down the seam and drilling
it into the spunk slit, all of which brought his father closer to orgasm.
Massaging and groping his dad's big balls met with the general's approval
and caused him to name his son the perfect cock-boy.  Before he became too
excited, he would hold his son very tightly and masturbate him to a moist
orgasm that pressaged the arrival of real spunk in a few months time.  He
relished the feeling of his son's young, smooth body writhing with
uncontrollable pleasure in his arms as the orgasm generated spasms that
wracked his small frame.  Having given the boy a few moments to recover, he
would get him to jack-suck his dick until he was ready to cum.  Then the
general would kneel in front of his prone son, order him to open his mouth
and stick out his tongue.  He would jerk his prick vigorously in his son's
face withdrawing his cock slightly when the first ribbons of daddy-spunk
shot out of his cock.  He would aim the first jets into Yusuf's mouth, the
rest he sprayed over his face until it dripped down his face and chin and
hung like silver beads in his black hair.  As the general emptied his cock
Yusuf would look up into his father's eyes with adoration, and his father
would gaze back at his young son, drenched, more than anointed with his
father's spunk.

After a short rest, father and son would dress and eat supper, prepared by
the general's own chef.  The erection under his apron betrayed the fact
that he had been listening at the door to the incestuous coupling of the
handsome general with the massive cock and his pretty, cute young son.  He
longed to know whether or not the boy could take his father's famously
thick cock up his tight little boy-cunt.  When he heard cries of, 'Cum,
daddy, please cum inside me.  Give me your spunk!' was the boy referring to
his arse or his mouth?  The chef's cock ached to know!

Father and son would watch some television after supper before retiring to
bed.  There, their love-making was less frenetic.  The general took his
time caressing and arousing his son, gently manipulating his smooth, closed
anus and opening it up with a wetted or greased finger.  It was a source of
regret that he would probably not be the one to take his son's virginity as
his cock would cause the boy too much pain unless he had been primed by a
smaller cock.  However, their slow, languorous sex invariably ended with
the general bringing his son to another climax after which he would rub his
cock between his legs and up and down his arsecrack, finally unloading his
spunk as close to the boy's anal gateway as possible.

They slept blissfully in each other's arms: the father loving the smooth,
smallness of his son; the son revelling in the muscular, hirsuit
masculinity of his father.  Sometimes they had the time and inclination for
a repeat performance in the mornings, depending on the general's duties for
the day.

At school Yusuf began to notice things that had hitherto passed him by.
During the mid-morning break, and sometimes before and after school, the
older boys would often gravitate to the new showers and lavatory block that
had been built at the bottom of the dusty quadrangle that passed for a
recreation ground.  He tagged along with them until he was pulled up by his
classmate, Saeed, who warned him not to go any further.

'Why not?' asked Yusuf.

'Because they'll make you do things if they catch you,' replied Saeed
ominously.

'What kind of things?'

Saeed shifted accomfortably from foot to foot.

'They'll make you play with them,' he said enigmatically.

Yusuf knew by the way Saeed pronounced the word "play" that he didn't mean
ordinary kids' games.

'How do you mean, 'play'?' he inquired, curious to know the gory details.

Saeed blushed.  'They make you rub their private parts, and worse,' he
added darkly.

'You mean they get you to make them cum; to make spunk?' said Yusuf as the
light dawned.

'Yes! So you know about playing with yourself until that white stuff shoots
out the end?'  Saeed suddenly felt more confident talking about the subject
now that he knew his friend wasn't entirely ignorant of the ways of boys
and men.

'Yes, at least, I know about it, but I can't make it yet.  Can you?  I rub
my dick and it feels great and goes a bit gooey and wet at the end when I
reach a climax, but the white stuff hasn't appeared yet'.

He decided to leave out any mention of his father and his comments that he
would soon be making his own spunk and able to cum.  Probably around his
twelfth birthday.

'No, I'm the same,' replied Saeed wistfully.

'So how do you know about it?' said Yusuf, his curiosity and this cock
thoroughly aroused.

'Do you promise not to tell anyone?'

'Of course.  We're mates, aren't we?'

'My brother gets me to toss him off two or three times a week.  He is
fifteen and can make quite a lot of spunk.  It shoots high in the air,
especially when I squeeze his balls as he starts to cum!' explained Saeed,
warming to his topic.

'Wow!  That's horny!' gasped Yusuf, playing with his cock through the hole
in his trouser pocket.  He was suddenly aware that he wasn't the only boy
with a secret.

'And that's not all,' continued Saeed, 'My uncle who lives with us caught
us doing it and now he gets me to do the same for him! He's got a bigger
cock and makes more spunk because he is a man; he is twenty-three.  So I
have to service two cocks and I play with mine while I'm doing it!  There
is something else, but you mustn't ever tell anyone,' he added
conspiratorially.

Saeed lowered his voice and Yusuf leaned his head in to hear the
confession.

'My uncle makes me put his prick in my mouth and suck it!'

Yusuf nearly came in his pants as he listened to Saeed describe exactly
what he and his dad got up to.

'Does he cum in your mouth and make you swallow it?' asked Yusuf, his voice
trembling with lust.

Saeed nodded.  'It tastes okay once you get used to it.  And that's what
the older boys make younger ones do if they catch them snooping round while
their having a circle jerk in the showers'.

'A circle jerk?' repeated Yusuf.

'Yes.  A group of them will stand in a circle in the showers and toss
themselves off together, seeing who can shoot his spunk the first and
furthest.  But if they catch a spy they make him suck them all off or shoot
over his face!'

Yusuf's mind was boggling at the image of a dozen teenagers tossing
themselves off.  What neither he nor Saeed knew was that these schoolboy
spunk-ups did not go unwitnessed.  There was a small room between the end
of the toilet cubicles and the showers where the school janitor kept his
cleaning materials and spare toilet paper etc.  It also served as his
office and hideaway.  The horny old bastard had drilled a hole through to
the showers that gave him a perfect view of the boys' break-time
masturbation sessions.  While relishing their daily activities, he made
mental notes on the size, attractiveness, vigour and versatility of
particular boys.  These he relayed back to various masters at the school
according to their tastes.  It was a source of ongoing amazement amongst
the boys that masters who had chosen them were so well informed as to their
particular attributes and talents.  The old janitor gained vicarious
pleasure from his voyeuristic activities and role as procurer.  After the
end of the break, he would sneak out of his hide and gaze at the pools of
schoolboy spunk coalescing on the tiled shower room floor.  He would get
out his cock and masturbate until his own spunk shot out and mingled with
that of the boys.  It was then his job to clean up the lake of spunk.

The bell sounded for the resumption of lessons and the two boys agreed to
walk home together and continue their discussion.  Yusuf was in two minds
as to returning Saeed's confidences by telling him about his sexual
activities with his father.

They met up two hours later and dawdled home.

'Have you ever seen your dad's cock?' inquired Yusuf, probing.

'No, but I'd like to.  I bet it's bigger than my uncle's dick because dad's
his older brother.  Have you ever seen your dad's?  I've heard he's got a
whopper!'

Yusuf was mildly annoyed to learn that the size of his dad's dick was
common knowledge when he had only just found out about it himself.

'Yes, it's fucking huge.  And he makes so much spunk, you wouldn't believe
it!'

Yusuf decided to tell all to his friend, in the strictest confidence.  They
found themselves a dark corner in the shed at the end of Saeed's garden and
masturbated themselves vigorously as each in turn recounted the sexual
duties he was required to perform to satisfy his relation.  Saeed confessed
that his brother and uncle had both pestered him to allow them to shove
their cocks up his arse.  He found it too painful for long so he allowed
them to jack-fuck him.  He would suck their cocks until they were nearing
orgasm then swing round and spread his arse.  They would wank their cocks
into his hole and just as they were about to cum, shove the cock head up
his arse and pump their spunk into him.  Meanwhile, he would bring himself
off.

Saeed and Yusuf felt and fondled each other's cocks but they got most
enjoyment from describing the size and shape of the cocks they serviced and
the amount of spunk they produced and the unique taste of each man's cum.

The general, meanwhile, was completely preoccupied with two projects.
Training his son to satisfy his sexual needs and reorganising and
modernising the armed forces in the province.  Peace and political
stability meant that the military had more time and resources and the
general was busy rebuilding and equipping the various bases spread
throughout the province.  To the surprise of the builders, he took a
personal interest in the shape and size of the soldiers' accommodation.
The old nineteenth century barracks were demolished and modern rooms
sleeping four or six men with new bathroom facilities were erected in their
place.  The designers were puzzled as to why the general insisted on large
changing areas, with shower cubicles that could hold two, three and four
individuals as well as an open shower for over a dozen, and a seemingly
unused room beyond the showers which appeared to be badly lit.  A
recreation room was also included where a tv and film projector were to be
housed.  The whole complex was fitted with hidden cameras, 'for security
reasons' the general explained, although the real reason was to catch on
video all and any sexual activity.  This was to be standard to all the
various bases where the general hoped to occupy his soldiers by providing
them with every opportunity to indulge in lascivious activities.  With no
wars to fight or duties to absorb their energies, tens of thousands of
sixteen to twenty year old youths incarcerated together needed an outlet
for their appetites and the general hoped they would use each other!  He
provided them with an ongoing supply of pornography from his trips abroad
which increasingly included bisexual and gay material with men and boys
featuring strongly.  Rumours of his relationship with his young son spread
through his headquarters and the general turned a blind eye to incidents of
sex between his soldiers and officers and with local men and boys as long
as discretion was observed.  In short, the general was effectively creating
an erotic male ambience which encouraged sex.  Officers angling for
promotion began introducing him to their teenage sons, hoping to improve
their rank in return for a shag.  The general disconcerted them by
insisting on their presence and participation in return for any preferment
and the notion of man/boy and dad/son sex was quietly promoted in the ranks
and amongst the officers.

Some four weeks after Yusuf and his father first had sex, they emerged
after their initial session, Yusuf red and glowing with streaks of his
father's spunk in his hair, to find the general's eldest son, Ahmed,
waiting to consult his father over a business matter.  Ahmed was
twenty-five years old.  Slimmer and less heavy than his father,
nevertheless he had his father's good looks and black moustache.  He had
married a year earlier and his wife was pregnant.  Unfortunately, she had
had complications from the outset and had spent much time in hospital.
When not there, she was looked after by her mother in her family's house,
leaving Ahmed to stay alone in their apartment.

Ahmed looked at his father and little brother quizzically and wondered why
the general's secretary had been so firm in not admitting him straight
away.  He noted the high colour in both their cheeks and that both seemed
to have dressed in a hurry.  He accepted the offer of a whiskey from his
father and discussed the problem he was having.  After an hour or so, he
offered to take Yusuf home but was informed that the boy was staying the
night.  He raised his eye-brows but said nothing and left.

Two days later Ahmed called in to see his mother and found Yusuf at home
alone.

'What was going on between you and dad the other day?' he asked.

'When?  What do you mean?  Nothing,' replied Yusuf pretending not to
understand.

Ahmed pursued the question but Yusuf was obviously not going to say
anything so he left.  Two days later, he picked Yusuf up from school and
asked him if he wanted to go to his apartment and play video games.  Yusuf
readily agreed, but once there, Ahmed took up the subject of his
relationship with his father again.

'I know something is going on between you.  You both had that look about
you.'

Ahmed had not had sex for months because of his wife's condition and his
mind had been wandering back to the sexual antics he got up to before he
married.  Seeing that post-coital look on his father's and brother's faces
had both shocked and aroused him.  He had found himself dwelling on it in
bed at night causing his cock to harden.  Before he knew what was
happening, he was masturbating thinking about his dad's big cock (he had
heard about it, who hadn't?, but never seen it) and his cute,
innocent-looking little brother.  If his dad could get a piece of action
why shouldn't he?!

Yusuf squirmed uncomfortably on the couch.  Ahmed stood up and sat next to
him.

'It's okay.  You can tell me,' he said softly, 'I won't tell anyone, I
promise.  Tell me what happens on Thursdays between you and dad.'

Yusuf noticed that his brother's voice was choked with excitement and his
right hand had strayed to his cock which he was squeezing rhythmically as
he exhorted his brother to spill the beans.

'We have fun together,' replied Yusuf.

'What kind of fun?  Cock fun?' growled Ahmed, cuing his reluctant sibling.

Yusuf blushed and gazed at the growing mound in his brother's trousers.
Ahmed followed his gaze and ostentatiously rubbed his cock, letting Yusuf
see the outline of it.  Yusuf's cock was also swelling.

'You want to see this?' said Ahmed, thrusting his full crotch forward

('I play with dad's cock so why not my big brother's, too,' thought Yusuf,
'Perhaps he has a big cock as well.')

'Yes.  Okay, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell dad!'

Ahmed nodded.

'Dad takes my clothes off and fondles me, then I get his cock out and play
with it and suck it until his cums!' recounted Yusuf in a matter-of-fact
manner which nearly sent his brother into orbit.

'You play with dad's cock and make him cum!' he repeated astonished.

'Yea, it's fucking enormous!  And he makes loads of spunk!' said Yusuf
excitedly, in for a penny in for a pound, he thought.

'Spunk!' repeated Ahmed again.  'You've seen dad's spunk!?'

'More than that, I've tasted it!  It tastes great, but I can't get it all
in my mouth 'cos dad's cock is so big and he makes so much spunk!  It
dribbles all over my face and gets in my hair!  Do you make a lot of
spunk?'

Ahmed was almost beside himself with horniness as his little brother
described scenes of unimaginable depravity: graphic sex sessions with his
own father and then he asks about his own spunk!

Yusuf stretched out his hand and grasped his brother's penis through his
trousers.  Ahmed moaned.

'You little cock-whore!  You've tasted dad's spunk so you've sucked his
cock.  You've got to suck mine and swallow my spunk before I fucking
burst!'

Yusuf was somewhat taken aback by the passion of Ahmed's reaction.  His
older brother leapt up, ripped down his zip, whipped out his cock and
unceremoniously forced it down his brother's throat.

'Suck my dick!  Suck my fucking dick, little brother, and I'll fill you
full of family spunk!  Suck me like you suck dad's!'

Yusuf coughed and gagged, but it was considerably smaller than his father's
cock and he found he could accommodate it with relative ease.  He soon got
the measure of it, and placing one hand around the shaft he started to suck
in earnest.  In a matter of seconds he felt the sperm boil in his brother's
balls and rise up the shaft.
  A cascade of sweet, pearly cum shot out of Ahmed' cock filling his
brother's mouth.

'I'm cumming!  I'm fucking cumming down my kid brother's throat!' he yelled
and continued to unload his spunk into younger brother who gallantly
managed to contain and swallow it.

As the flood subsided, Ahmed said, panting, 'Once won't be enough for me!
I haven't had sex for months!  Now you and me are going to act out exactly
what you and dad do on Thursdays!'

After a brief rest, Ahmed got his younger sibling to do exactly what he did
with his dad and faithfully took on the role of his father.

Like many Maghrebian men, Ahmed had always seen sex with boys as better
than wanking off yourself but not as good as a real fuck with a women which
wasn't available.  He had usually got his rocks off as quickly as possible
and not bothered much about the pleasure his partner was getting.  So
kissing and fondling were not part of his repertoire.  But having made his
brother faithfully promise to act out his sex sessions with his father, he
found he had to kiss him and fondle his private parts rather than just rip
off his clothes and thrust his cock up the boy's pre-greased arsehole.

Yusuf brushed his soft lips against his brother's while he groped his
crotch.  Ahmed's mouth opened in a sigh of pleasure and Yusuf's tongue
crept in, provoking Ahmed's tongue to defend its territory.  They were soon
engaged in a passionate kiss which Ahmed found unexpectedly arousing.  He
was then obliged to strip his brother and fondle his genitals; something he
had never done before to any youth.  The small, smooth and perfectly formed
circumsized little cocklet and nut-sized balls amused Ahmed.  They were
perfect replicas of his own manly equipment, minus the black pubic hair.
Far from being repelled by touching them, he spent several minutes playing
and toying with them, much to his own and Yusuf's sexual satisfaction.

The time came for Yusuf to liberate his brother's cock once more, and he
diligently sucked and serviced the fraternal organ.  In fact, he was able
to give a much better performance than on his father's cock because of its
more manageable size.  He allowed his hands to range over Ahmed's broad
muscular chest and stomach that were covered by a dense growth of soft
black hair.  He tweaked his nipples and made his brother's cock jump in his
mouth, a trick he had recently learned to excite his father.  Yusuf taught
Ahmed how to stroke his arse, to explore the cleft between his arsecheeks
and finger his arsehole, gently opening it up.  But he didn't suggest going
further.  Ahmed had the urge to fuck his little brother senseless but
realised he was still a virgin and that his father might be angry if
someone else was to get their first, so he refrained and let his little
brother work on his cock and balls.  The two siblings were engrossed in
their deeply satisfying incestuous activities for some time, Ahmed amazed
at the deft sophistication of his brother's handling of his genitals.
  He had never enjoyed such uninhibited sexual pleasure with his wife or
any other women he had fucked.  Yusuf seemed to know exactly where and how
to arouse him.  Either their father was a brilliant trainer of boys for
pleasure or his younger brother was a born cocksucker.  He wondered if he
would ever bother with women again, as long as sometime soon he got to fuck
a tight little boy-cunt, and preferably his brother's!

Eventually, Yusuf's ministrations were rewarded with a second load of his
brother's cum, shot into his face and on to his tongue, just like his
father did.  The sweet-salty spunk ran down his throat and dripped off his
chin, and Ahmed looked down at Yusuf's sperm-streaked face with sublime
satisfaction, just as his father did.

For the next few weeks, Ahmed would pick up his brother two days after he
had been with his father and they would repeat what father and son had
indulged in.  He demanded graphic descriptions of their father's mighty
cock and heavy balls and of how and when he unloaded his paternal seed.  He
ached to see his father in action and see for himself the size of this cock
that everyone talked about.  Doesn't every boy want to see his dad in horny
rutting mode?

The fact that Yusuf was getting 'extra tuition' did not escape his father's
notice.  The general had also noted the expression on Ahmed's face that
first Thursday when he had interrupted their sex sessions and wondered what
his elder son would make of it.  He soon surmised that Ahmed had put two
and two together and was secretly also enjoying Yusuf's young body and
talent for pleasing men. The young boy was making remarkable progress!  He
found the prospect of his two sons having lustful, recreational sex
together very appealing and it made his big cock twitch to think about it.
He examined his son's rectum during every visit to see if there were signs
that Ahmed and been fucking his younger brother.  He was pleased to find
the boy still 'virgo intacto' but wondered how long that would last.

Watching for the thousandth time the video of the young, blond western boy
getting his mouth and boy-cunt ravished by his father, grandfather and
assorted uncles, the general pondered on how to contrive an incestuous
threesome with his two sons.  As the boy on the screen craned his face
forward to bathe in the fountains of incest spunk that rained down on him
from the forest of big, hard masturbating family cocks that encircled him,
the general made a decision.  If he was too big to force his cock up his
youngest son's arse and take his virginity then his elder son could do it,
but under the strictest supervision of their father who would make his own
contribution to the proceedings!

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To be continued in Chapter 30 when the general hatches his plan but the
arrival of some unexpected foreign guests means East meets West while
keeping it in the family, and Incest International is truly born!