Date: Sat, 04 Mar 2000 14:13:36 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 3  -  Gay Incest (Father/son)

This is the story of the sexual relationship between a teenage boy and his
father, and in subsequent chapters, includes other male members of the
family.  It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he
finds emotional and sexual satisfaction in the arms and loins of his daddy
- and most of his male relatives!.

This chapter follows on from earlier ones which set the scene and introduce
the characters.  It graphically describes sexual acts between family
members which are pure invention - though grounded in personal experience
and wishful thinking.  It is an adult's story for adults - some 'disguised'
as minors - and is, I repeat, a fantasy.  It comes, therefore, with all the
usual warnings, and it is not the author's intention to incite or commend
incest or sex with minors.  So 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, and am happy to hear from those who enjoyed the story and have
similar tastes.  Sincere thanks to all those who responded so
enthusiastically, not to say personally and graphically, to the opening
chapters - it was most gratifying, in a variety of ways!
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter Three: Golden Showers!

That evening I got home and prepared a supper that could be placed on
'hold', anticipating a little horny activity before we were ready to eat!
My cock stiffened as soon as I heard my father's car pull up in the drive.
I bent down and slipped the casserole into the oven as he entered the
kitchen.  Closing the oven door, he grabbed me round the waist before I
could stand up properly, and ground his groin into my arse while his hands
explored my crotch.

"And what's my naughty little boy been up to today," he growled in my ear,
"Not playing with his cock, I hope!"

I giggled and wriggled in his strong arms, as he unzipped my flies, pulled
out my cock, and fondled my balls.

"No, dad, but it's been getting hard every half hour since I left home, and
my balls ache."

"Well, we'll soon put that right.  What you need is to get those little
rocks off.  And so does your dad.  Ready for your next sex lesson?"

He didn't wait for a reply, but swept me up in his arms and carried me
upstairs to my bedroom.  Laying me down on the bed, he loomed over me and
proceeded to undress me.  He did it slowly and deliberately, taking every
opportunity to caress and fondle me, a look of undisguised lust on his
face.

"You look so sweet and sexy in your school uniform, I'm surprised you
haven't been raped on your way home!" he said drooling over me.  With my
shirt wide open, my tie round my left ear, pants round my knees, a stiff
boy cock pointing north and smooth hairless little balls tucked up tight
around it, my pervert daddy salivated over me.

"Daddy's little boy-slut," he growled.  He leaned over and kissed me, my
body arched up to meet his.  He slid his arm round my waist and climbed on
top of me.  I loved the weight of his clothed body on my skinny naked form;
his imprisoned cock blindly grinding into me.

Rolling off me, he said, "Get my cock out."  Throwing off my shirt and
whipping off my trousers, I clambered between his legs and gave my full
attention to his swollen crotch.  He leaned back on the pillows, took off
his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  Then with his hands behind his head he
half-closed his eyes, and let me do my stuff.

I fondled his prick in his loose suit trousers and found myself biting and
chewing it through the material.  The sighs coming from above indicated his
approval.  Slowly I worked the zip down, undid the top fastener and opened
his flies.  Instead of rushing for the jackpot, once again I licked and
sucked his dick through his boxer shorts, gnawing his knob end like a
playful puppy with a bone.

"You dirty, horny little cock-teaser!" he said, pushing my head hard into
his groin which he thrust out to greet me.

Rubbing my face vigorously for a few moments before letting me go, he
ordered me to get his cock out before he exploded.  I dutifully obeyed,
slowly opening his boxer shorts and fishing out his big cock through the
inadequate opening.  I gazed at it in wonder, love and praise, again,
noting its strength, its hardness, its thickness, the brazen arrogance of
the knob head oozing love juices. I brushed it across my face, touching my
cheeks with the slit to leave a thin gossamer trail of precum.  I was
anointing myself with my father's man-juice.  Then, for the first time of
my own volition, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and lowered it over
my daddy's magnificent tool, gently closing my lips around its warm, wet
firmness.  It was an act of mystic reverence, taking my daddy's life-rod
into my mouth and honouring it.  It was the place I was meant to be: on my
knees between his powerful thighs, my left hand wrapped around the shaft of
his rigid cock, the red-purple head buried deep in my throat, my right hand
cradling his fulsome spunk-filled balls, and my mind filled with the smell,
sight, and feeling of his entire manhood.  Glancing up across the expanse
of his golden furry stomach and chest, his eyes were solemnly fixed on me,
a momentary nod and smile conferred his benediction, and I began to worship
my father's cock.  I started slowly at first, to get the measure of it, and
to avoid grazing his cock with my teeth.

As I got accustomed to my task, his heavy hands descended on my head and
guided me: sometimes lifting my mouth away so my tongue could pay more
attention to the cock head, sometimes pushing me deep on to his shaft so I
could hardly breath, and felt his public hair tickled my nose and face.  He
pulled his cock out of my mouth and pressed my face into his balls.

"Lick my balls," he ordered.

As I did so he wanked his cock slowly with his right hand which pressed
against my face as it plunged down the shaft.

"Take my balls in your mouth - one at a time," he added.

I could just get one in, and swilled it around from side to side, feeling
the hard testicle in the fluid sac.  Then I did the same to the other.  He
moaned and wriggled with pleasure.

"You're a natural, a fucking natural.  One cock-sucking lesson and you're
better than any whore!  Are you wanking your cock?  I want to see and feel
you wanking your own cock while you suck your daddy's and lick his balls".

I had neglected my own prick, concentrating on pleasing my dad.  It was
still achingly stiff and dripping precum.  I gave it a good rubbing which
made me suck dad even harder.  I wanted to get inside my dad, to devour his
cock and balls yet at the same time to climb down inside them.  To
disappear down his thick prick and swim about in his scrotum, to become a
sperm again inside him and stay there for ever between his powerful,
masculine daddy thighs.

We were both aching to cum.  He got up decisively and laid me on my back.
Taking a foot in each hand he spread my legs wide apart and high over my
head.  I started to get anxious.

"It's okay, I'm not going to fuck you - not yet.  I want to shoot my load
in your arse crack and over your balls", he said salaciously, "But first,
you are going to learn something new.

Still holding my feet he pushed them over my head and placed his dripping
cock up against my crack and began to fuck it. He told me to wank my prick.
I didn't need any encouragement.  The feeling of his thick moist prick
sliding up and down my arse crack drove me wild.  He glued his eyes on both
our cocks, his lips curled outwards with lust, like an ape's.  He was
almost on the point of cumming but with superhuman effort he pulled himself
back from the brink.  He pushed my legs even higher and wider and placed
his head between my thighs.  I couldn't see what he was doing and wondered
what was going to happen.  That is, until I felt something wet and warm
repeatedly lap against my hairless arsehole.  It sent shock waves through
my body, and an initial response of repugnance was replaced with a frisson
of pleasure each time my daddy's tongue rasped across my hole.  His tongue
moved down the seam to my tight smooth balls.  Dad swept his tongue across
each little gonad, allowing his teeth to gently graze each one.  He took
them between his lips and sucked them, before retracing his route back to
my boy-cunt.  Once there, his ardour increased and he thrust his tongue
back and forth, forcing the tip beyond the ring of muscle into my inner
sanctum.  I writhed and moaned with unbearable pleasure as he tongue-fucked
my arse.  Eventually, he came up for breath, panting, his face flushed red
and his lips pursed with lust.

"Now it's your turn.  You're going to lick your daddy's arse," he said
firmly.  I wasn't at all keen on this.  Arseholes were about shit, and shit
was dirty!

"But dad, I don't want to, its dirty," I whined, my erection waning.

"You will when you try it," he said, "And didn't it feel good when I did it
to you?"

"Yeaa," I replied, unconvinced, "But ..."

"Look," he said flatly, "If I douche my arsehole will you be happier about
it?"

I wasn't much happier, but I knew this was the only concession I was likely
to get.  Besides, he had been right about everything else.

So dad went to the bathroom and washed his arsehole in the bidet, while I
contemplated my next lesson.  It did feel good having your bumhole licked
so perhaps it wasn't so bad doing it.  After all, sucking cock was great -
when it's your dad's cock you are swinging from!  Dad return from the
bathroom and pulled me down the bed by my feet.  He clambered over me and
knelt upright, his knees level with my ears.  I looked up at my big, macho
hairy daddy as he towered over me, his solemn face gazing down.  I had
difficulty coming to terms with the fact that this gorgeous hunk, exuding
sexuality, was my own father.  Slowly, he bent his knees and lowered his
great hairy arse, until, like a solar eclipse, it began to cut of the
light.  He spread his cheeks and enveloped my face.  His giant hard cock
soared above me, and the swinging scrotum of heavy wrinkled bollocks swayed
as they descended like a crane lowering it cargo precisely into place.
They came to rest on chin, but slid off to settle on my throat as his great
cleft absorbed my face.  All was dark, and I was conscious of nothing but
the strong smell of man-sex mingled with soap.  Tentatively, I flicked out
my tongue and touched his manhole.

"That's it!  There's a good boy," he murmured encouragingly, "Lick your
daddy's hole."  Emboldened, I did it again, and this time kept my tongue at
the gate and swirled it around.

"Oh Yes!  That feels so fucking good!"

I warmed to my task, and ground my mouth into his arse, drilling my tongue
against the muscle ring and thrusting it hard into the closed crack.  Dad
twisted and turned above me as I assaulted his hole, and began lashing his
prick with his right hand.

"Yes!  You horny little slut!  Eat daddy's arse!  Eat your daddy's arse!"
he repeated.

He raised himself from off my face for a moment to allow me to catch my
breath, and I took the opportunity to grab my own cock with my hand. He
pressed his arse back on to my face and we both wanked our pricks
ferociously.  I ground my face as hard as I could into his arse-cleavage,
and buried my tongue in his hole, rubbing it back and forth until it was
sore, and I was breathless.

Suddenly, he leapt up and back, between my open legs..  His mouth fell open
and his face strained with concentration as he wanked furiously.

"Are you ready?," he barked.  I nodded, thrashing my prick, my mouth agape
and my tongue still extended from when it was up his arsehole.

"Then fucking shoot, let daddy see your boy-spunk.  Daddy's going to shoot
his spunk all over your little cock and balls and in your arse!"

He grabbed my legs and thrust them over my head, as I worked my cock up to
a tumultuous spunk-up.  Once again, the first signs of me cumming provoked
a milky cascade to rocket from his dick. He lashed his prick furiously for
a few seconds, then there was the split second pause when he stopped
wanking and pointed his rod at my arse.  The first spurt shot on to the
seam between my balls and arsehole and dripped down the crack.  The
following waves he carefully aimed at my cock and balls, covering me with
his seed.  Meanwhile, I released my own load with a yell, that, because of
the angle, landed on my face.

"Good boy, cum for daddy", he said approvingly, and rubbed the head of his
cock around and over my spunk-covered genitals, and into my crack.  The
sperm acted as a lubricant and his softening cock head sank gently an inch
or so into my arsehole.  The thrill of that slight penetration caused my
own cock to flex and shoot out a little more spunk.  My dad laughed, "Yes,
it does that.  Imagine how much more spunk you'll make with this right up
you pumping its load inside you.  You'll be shooting your load across the
fucking room!"  he said brandishing his glistening penis.  The thought of
that made my prick flex again.  "Umm, getting to like the idea, are you? he
asked with a twinkle in his eye.

He didn't lay on top of me this time, as I would have liked, for fear of
getting spunk stains on his trousers, but he leaned over and kissed me
reassuringly, ruffling my hair and grazing my cheeks with his stubble.

"I've always wanted to do that," he whispered, "to cover you with my spunk.
Trouble is, I want to fill your arse and mouth with it as well!  A shower
and supper, I think".

Dad suggested we shower together but I needed to piss.

"No problem, do it in the shower, it won't hurt," he said.

I was rather nervous about pissing in front of my dad - strange when we had
done so much else together!  I stood in the shower with my back to my
daddy, and after a few seconds I felt a powerful stream of golden piss
moving up and down my arse, washing off his spunk.  He turned me round, and
holding his semi-hard prick in his right hand, he hosed me down,
concentrating on rinsing away his and my cum that had started to dry on my
own cock and balls.  The feeling of this warm strong jet on my chest,
stomach and genitals both repelled and fascinated me.  I closed my eyes and
sank to my knees to enjoy the sensation of his last jet splash across my
cheeks, gently massaging them.  My own cock was quick to harden but I
managed to produce a small fountain of my own that sprang straight up in
the air landing between my daddy's feet.  When we had both finished, he
kissed me reassuringly on the lips and turned on the shower.

"That was weird, but I liked it!" I remarked.

"And how about eating your dad's arse?" he asked.

"Well, it's much more fun than I thought it would be," I replied honestly,

"And it tastes better than it looks!" I added.

"Are you telling me I've got an ugly arsehole, you cheeky little bugger?"
he said laughing.

"Well, it's no oil painting," I said, using one of my granddad's favourite
phrases, "But your arse and piss taste okay."

"You're just a little pervert", he replied playfully.

"Yea, it takes one to know one.  I must be a real chip off the old block,"
I countered, stringing together two more family sayings, and scampered off
into the bathroom hotly pursued by my dad who tried to whip my legs with a
towel.

To be continued in Chapter 4, when Philip finds a vegetable but his daddy
takes his cherry!

Comments etc welcome at philip255@hotmail.com