Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 14:17:16 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy 32 (Gay incest: M/t)

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 32 'The Auditions'

Philip and his father, Alex, returned to England while Rachid took over
responsibility for getting the grand project off the ground.  The General
and his contacts proved invaluable in cutting through the bureaucratic red
tape and within eight weeks the computer assembly building (that was to be
the 'front' of the international incest centre) was completed.  Other
facilities relating to the plant were also under construction and work had
even begun on the footings for the 'health and leisure centre' and the
international hotel to which it would be secretly linked by a tunnel
passing under the main road.

Rachid made plans for the recruitment of the first tranch of employees.  As
these men were to be inveigled into playing a part in the sexual activities
scheduled for the leisure centre, they had to be carefully vetted.  Rachid
arranged for the initial applications to be processed.  Many of the
applicants were barely literate so temporary offices were set up to help
them fill in the forms.  They were required to give their names, ages,
addresses, previous occupations and so forth, but another section recorded
details of their marital status and the ages and sex of their offspring.
The idea was to get a cross section of eligible men with a majority who had
sons between the ages of ten and sixteen.  Their photographs were taken and
added to the form, allowing Rachid and Hamsa to select the best-looking and
most suitable candidates.  The centre had to cater for all tastes!
However, there were hundreds of applicants because the region was extremely
poor and unemployment very high, especially amongst the less educated.
Also, the plant was offering exceptionally high wages compared with local
rates, and excellent working conditions. It seemed that Rachid was spoilt
for choice!

After a long telephone conversation with Alex, they decided the best way of
selecting amenable employees was to expose them to the temptation of a
tight, pretty white boy's arse.  If they succumbed, they would probably be
very happy to supplement their factory wages with the higher pay to be
earned participating in incest orgies with wealthy westerners and bringing
along their sons to join in the party.  Using the pretext of a medical
examination, young Philip was to 'audition' the applicants.  His
grandfather's younger brother, Ralph, had had to leave his medical practice
in London some years earlier after a scandal involving teenage boys and had
fled to Brazil where he had established a successful practice, alongside a
brothel providing underage boys.  But he was more than happy to settle in
Maghrebia to conduct the main part of the medical examination and become
the project's Senior Medical Officer once the whole enterprise was up and
running.  The thought of an endless supply of pretty young Arab boys and
their rough, hairy, horny fathers was too good an opportunity to miss.
After having given each applicant the proper medical, Ralph would pass them
on to Philip for the 'special' tests.  This, supposedly, involved examining
the candidates for testicular and prostate cancer and so forth that simply
allowed him to fondle their genitals and other erogenous zones for some
time to test their reactions.  Those whose cocks responded, he would
quickly service with his mouth or his arse.  When they had cum, he would
note down how they responded, their attitude, the size and vigour of their
cocks and any other useful information.  The candidates were told that
employing a young boy for this task who had been specially trained for the
job (!) was in deference to their modesty and to lessen the embarrassment
of having their most private parts handled by an infidel western man.  This
approach was very well received as it was interpreted as showing respect
for their culture and religion – something they had not come to expect
from western companies.  The generous rates of pay discouraged the
fastidious from objecting and one look at the cute little boy who was to
carry out the tests, quelled any further inclination to complain.

Ralph and Philip were installed in a comfortable temporary building on the
building site, that resembled a large caravan.  The applicants queued at
one end under a make-shift canopy to keep off the fierce desert sun.  Each
man handed in his completed forms and was invited to disrobe, take a shower
and don a light white robe fastened with a white rope belt.  Ralph
conducted the examination very professionally, lingering only slightly when
checking the younger, prettier applicants.  He noted down any disorders and
abnormalities before showing them through to a small room that separated
his examination room from Philip's.

With a winning smile, and dressed in a very flimsy short white garment that
was an apology for a doctor's gown, Philip drew the men into the room.  He
would tug on the rope belt, allowing the gown to fall open and then
reverently cradle the Arab men's balls in his soft young right hand while
gently lifting and squeezing their penises with his left.  In an attempt to
create some semblance of a real medical examination, he would
conscientiously caress the men's groins, allowing his hands to stray
through the copious hair that covered most of their stomachs and chests.
He probed between their thighs and traced the line leading to their hairy
arseholes.  Finally, he stretched his hands beneath the gown and stroked
and pressed their buttocks.  If, by this time, he had elicited no response
and their cocks remained stubbornly flaccid, he gave up and noted as much
on the form.  Needless to say, they would not be offered a job.  After the
'examination', the men were shown to a cubicle where their clothes were
waiting for them and handed back the white gown which was returned to the
entrance for reuse.

Ralph showed the first candidate through to Philip along with his
application forms.  He winked at Philip and whispered, 'Enjoy!'

Philip led him to the examination point where he had a desk and chair
raised a few inches of f the floor.  He glanced at the forms: age 35;
married; 5 children, 3 sons, aged 14, 11 and 7.  He was only about 5' 8",
but broad-chested and muscular and sported a thick black moustache.  His
head was large and his features even with coal-black eyes that gave little
away.

'Promising' thought Philip as he opened the man's gown.  Philip flashed him
a smile to put him at his ease and began fondling his impressive and heavy
equipment.

'Very interesting!' thought Philip.

Within a few seconds Philip's practiced hands provoked a response and the
thick, red-brown cylinder of man-meat began to thicken.  He redoubled his
efforts, massaging the juicy balls and gently began to masturbate the
ever-hardening cock.  As its single eye raised itself to greet him, Philip
squatted down on his haunches and enveloped the circumcised mushroom head
in his soft young mouth.  A guttural sigh escaped the man's lips and he
allowed the little western boy full access to his cock and balls.  Soon,
Philip had more than half of the thick seven inch cock in his mouth and was
conscientiously servicing it.  He steadied himself by wrapping his left
hand around the base of the delicious prick while his right hand snaked
around the man's muscular hairy left thigh. His own cock was making an
obvious tent in his gown, but he daren't touch it yet as he had a hard day
ahead!  He was somewhat surprised when after only a couple of minutes the
cock in his mouth jumped and began shooting thick streams of man-cum down
his throat.  He swallowed hard, relishing its sweet-saltiness and making
room for more of the magic man-cream that issued from the bucking prick.
He heard grunts and unintelligible curses coming from the man in the throes
of orgasm, then two heavy hands descended on his head, forcing the spunking
prick deep down his throat.  Philip milked the heavy balls of their harvest
and when it had subsided, washed the man's genitals and, with an
appreciative smile, showed him to the cubicle where his clothes had been
placed.  While the man dressed he filled in the form: 'Big juicy 7" cock,
loads of thick, creamy spunk, probably a good fucker.  Employ!'

There was a short gap before the next applicant during which he thought
what a pleasant job this was!  Then Ralph showed in a younger man.  His
file stated that he was only twenty-one, single, and lived at home with his
parents and seven younger siblings, including three other brothers, aged,
17, 14 and 11.  He was relatively tall at 5' 10", lean but muscular and
with the beginnings of a moustache. He had an open face with a longish
nose, grey eyes and a wide mouth that gave him a sensuous look.  He was
rather young for Philip's taste, but he had a job to do ...

The young man was more nervous than the previous applicant.  Philip gave
him a reassuring smile and opened his gown.  A perfectly formed and
respectably sized cock nestled amongst thick black pubic hair that petered
out above his belly button.  A small patch of black fuzz was just
discernable in the centre of his burnished chest.  A pair of low-slung
bollocks hung between his strong thighs that suggested he played a lot of
soccer.

Philip felt the man react nervously when he initially touched his genitals.
He then realised that he was anxious about getting an involuntary and
embarrassing erection during what must think was a medical examination.  A
virile unmarried young man with no 'official' outlet for his sexual drive
would be very susceptible to the caresses of an attractive young western
boy.  His cock did, indeed, begin to harden and he shifted uneasily from
foot to foot.  Philip knelt down, took the stiffening cock in his hand and,
with his eyes fixed on the young man's face, buried it in his mouth.  The
guy's eyes widened and he took a sharp intake of breath.  His cock rapidly
reached its full, slim 7.5 inches as Philip tormented the mushroom head
with his darting tongue.  Soon his mouth was racing up and down the shaft
as his nimble hands worked his balls.  He took each ball in turn in his
mouth and sucked them as he wanked the rock-hard cock above.  As there was
no sign of him cumming yet – perhaps he had had a wank that morning to
try and pre-empt an unwanted erection – Philip saw his opportunity to
get fucked.  He shucked off his gown and swung round, holding on to the
hard cock which he then guided towards his hot, pre-greased arsehole.

The young guy need no further help.  After holding his cockhead against
Philip's boy-cunt and nudging it to test the resistance and lubrication, he
ran the fucker up him in one single thrust, making Philip gasp and forcing
him over his desk.  He held him down by the shoulders and fell into a fast
fucking pace, shoving his dick roughly up and down the pretty kid's tight
little boy-cunt.  He snorted and swore as he strove to ram his cock up the
juicy hole, hard and deep.  There was only one object on his mind: to
gratify his lust and get his rocks off up this more-than-acceptable
substitute cunt.  With a particularly hard thrust, he unleashed the first
blast of his fresh young man spunk into Philip ravaged arsehole, quickly
followed by a second, third, fourth fifth ... Eventually, he was spent and
withdrew, sweat pouring down his chest on to Philip's back.  Philip
dutifully laved the young fucker's softening cock and sweaty balls before
thanking him and showing him to the dressing room.

Philip felt good and gave the young man a glowing report.  He could still
taste the spunk of the first man in his mouth and he had an arse full of
vigorous man-cum.  But he wondered if he would be able to stay the course
if all the scores of applicants he was to 'examine' that week were this
virile.  However, he was to have the first disappointment with the third
candidate.  He was rather thin and bony, had little body hair and a puny
prick.  Philip took an instant dislike to him and made no attempt to arouse
him.  The fourth was more attractive but resisted any attempt by Philip to
get a sexual reaction.  He was hostile and glared at the young medical
student as he went about his business prodding his private parts.  Philip
eventually gave up and noted his failure on the form.  However, the next
applicant was something else!

Philip was taken aback when his Uncle Ralph introduced number five.  He was
a great bear of a man, six feet tall, as broad as he was tall and with a
massive leonine head.  A thick black, but well-trimmed beard and moustache
covered half his face which was joined by his unusually long hair.
  Black eyes, as bright and glittering as anthracite shone out from his
handsome face.  He had a look of imperturbable superiority mixed with
amusement on his face with its longish nose, which Philip thought was
vaguely familiar.  As he moved into the centre of the room, Ralph
whispered, 'Good luck!' and withdrew, handing over the file as he did so.

Philip gulped and invited this mountain of a man with a gesture to approach
the desk over which thirty minutes earlier he had been thoroughly fucked,
and perused the form.  The man was 45 years old, married with eight
children, including four sons aged between 11 and 21.  His name,
transliterated into English, was written as Mustafa Khamel, which Philip
read as 'Must-have-a-camel', making him giggle.  He wondered what he did
for a living.  It said 'farmer' on the form.  Philip imagined him
throttling camels with his bare hands after he had shagged the arse off
them.  His heart pounding, Philip loosened the rope belt and allowed the
gown to fall open. He gasped.  Mustafa's genitals were huge.  A great, fat
cock lay nonchalantly sleeping over a massive pair of heavy, hairy balls.
A veritable savannah of black, curly pubic hair spread north, over the vast
plains of his stomach and chest, terminating just below his bull-like neck.
Yes, he was over-weight; yes, he was a few years past his prime; and no, he
would never make a Hollywood glamour-boy.  But he oozed raw, rough, mature,
male sexuality.  Despite his recent shower, Philip's nose drank in the
intoxicating fragrance of musky masculinity that radiated from his huge,
hot body.  He smiled down benignly, obviously amused at the effect the size
of his sex organs was having on the boy.  He had noted the small tent in
the Philip's gown and smelt the beautiful young English boy's availability.
He stretched his hand out and down to Philip's head, letting his fingers
pass through his soft, flaxen hair, and brushing his nectarine-smooth
cheeks.  Philip moaned involuntarily and made no attempt to conduct a
medical examination.  Instead, he placed both hands on the magnificent
chest, feeling the hard nipples, let them slide down the tree-like torso,
and, allowing his knees to buckle, he fell at the giant's feet, his face
level with his awesome genetalia.  Overcome with respect, he reverently
took the great brown sausage in his left hand, the peach-sized balls in his
right, and crushed his face into the forest of hair, gently licking the
great cock and balls before rubbing them into his cheeks.  It was an act of
pure obeisance.

They remained in this position for several minutes savouring the moment.
The big Arab had long wondered what it would be like to shaft a hot, tight,
young white boy and he knew his moment had come.  Philip knew he had met a
master, but hoped he could accommodate this enormous cock, which in its
dormant condition, exceeded the General's in size.  He felt stirrings in
those strong loins and raised the huge anvil-headed cock to his mouth. His
lips opened and his tongue protruded to welcome it.  He didn't so much as
suck the giant cock, as worship it.  It grew thicker and thicker, and
longer and longer, and hard and harder, pushing the young cock-sucker's
lips and cheeks further and further apart.  Philip wrapped both his hands,
end on end, around it and assessed the monster at a little over 10 inches
in length and far too thick for a man's hand to encircle it.  Diligently he
serviced the glorious organ, laving it with his moist, rough, pink tongue
and massaging the heavy balls that contained, who knew, how much man-spunk.
Mustafa gazed down on him approvingly like Zeus surveying Ganymede from the
heights of Mount Olympus.

Philip's mouth began to tire and his jaw ache.  He kept up the sucking
knowing the only alternative that would satisfy this stud was his arsehole,
and Philip wasn't quite sure whether he was in a condition to accommodate
him at the moment. On reflection, he had had one reasonably large cock
inside him that had opened him up and lubricated him.  So, our intrepid
young hero decided to go for it.  He ripped off his gown and swung round,
offering his smooth, white boy-cunt to the horny Arab, who was somewhat
surprised.  One glance at his erect cock, and young boys were normally not
to be seen for dust; those too mesmerised to move, soon found themselves
seized by the shoulders, bent over and had their virgin rosebuds smacked
and tickled by the huge dick.  But Philip's pride was at stake.  If he
could take his Uncle Winston and the General, he would have a damn good go
at this mammoth fucker.  He grabbed the base of the hard but flexible dick
and slapped it against his buttocks.  He enjoyed feeling the soft/hard
velvet head make contact with his satin buttocks.  Mustafa saw what the boy
wanted and took over spanking the boy's buttocks with his huge, hard, heavy
cock.  Then, bracing himself, he guided it towards Philip's fuck-tunnel.
The moist red- brown head nudged between his cheeks and greeted the gate of
bliss with a kiss.  Thrusting back against it, Philip invited his ravisher
to push forward.  Wondering at the boy's keenness, he did so, and the
mighty organ eased through the outer defences and slid inexorably inside,
inch by inch.  Moving slowly back and forth, more and more man-cock slid up
the young boy's arsehole.  Like a human velvet glove, Mustafa slipped the
little lad on to his iron hard manhood.  They both groaned and sighed with
pleasure and effort.  The size of the awesome prick stretched Philip's
boy-pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before.  The Arab broke the
silence.

'You like big cock? Big Arab cock?' he rasped in a thick accent.  'We go
fucky-fucky!  Engliss boy like fucky-fucky with big Arab daddy!'

He couldn't have chosen any words more likely to excite Philip.  Philip
liked 'fucky-fucky' with 'big Arab daddy' very much and he thrust his arse
back on to the rhythmically fucking battering ram to show it!

'Ooh, you like!  Yes, you like!  We go jiggy-jiggy! We go jiggy-jiggy very
good!  Very fast!  Very hard!  Until daddy blow up!!'

His deep resonant voice was musical balm to Philip's stretched boy-pussy.

'Yes, daddy!  Long and deep!  Long, slow and deep!' he gasped, the
penetration of the great cock stealing his breath.  'I milk daddy's cock!'
he added, imitating the Arab's broken English and clenching his arse
muscles around the invading monster.

'Oh yes!  Take milk!  Cream! Make cream!  Daddy make lots of cream!  Fill
boy up!'

Despite an apparent language barrier, 'daddy' and 'son' seemed to be
communicating remarkably well.  Their dialogue accompanied the constant
rhythmic fucking of big, hairy, sweaty man up a tight, smooth little boy.
Mustafa couldn't believe his luck in finding such a compliant, not to say
enthusiastic youngster, who was obviously enjoying their sex together as
much as he was.  At this point in the proceedings he was used to having to
hold down the unwilling subject and clamp a hand over his mouth to stifle
the squeals of protest.  Mustafa wrapped his strong arms very tightly
around Philip's waist and crushed the boy to his rough, hairy, sweaty
chest.  He was now buried deep inside Philip, sliding in and out with
relative ease, his heavy balls slapping against the boy's cheeks.  He felt
the sperm churning within them and they tightened.  His cock jumped and
both Philip and his Arab father/fucker knew he was near to cumming.  Both
girded their loins for the final straight!

Suddenly, Philip began to howl and writhe.  Mustafa was alarmed, thinking
he had seriously harmed the boy, until he saw jets of white cum flying
unaided from the boy's prick and splattering all over the forms and files
on the desk.  He then realised that he had fucked the lad to orgasm and his
hands were nowhere near his spunking dick.  Gratified that he had such an
erotic effect on the little doctor, he vigorously ploughed his hot
boy-cunt, forcing more boy-cum from out of those tight little nuts, which,
in turn, elicited further squeals of ecstatic agony.  As he did so, his own
enormous organ expanded and began to spew forth rivers of man- spunk into
Philip's all-too-willing arse.  Both man and boy groaned as their cocks
couldn't seem to shoot enough spunk to satisfy the ache in their balls.
For Mustafa, this was the fuck of his life.  Even when he was spent, he was
loathe to remove his prick from Philip's warm, cum-filled boy-cunt.
Eventually, conscious of his heavy frame pressing on the puny little boy,
he withdrew his dripping organ, watching it slide out of its holster,
steaming and satisfied.  The head emerged with a 'plop'.  Both were still
breathing heavily.  Philip lifted himself painfully from over the desk,
turned and buried his face in Mustafa's chest hair.  He took the Arab's
left nipple in his mouth and began sucking it like a new-born lamb.

'Good boy!  Very good boy!  We do good fucky-fucky!  Very good fucky-fucky!
Mustafa's fuck-son!  Full of cream, yes, full of Arab daddy cream!' he
murmured gently.

Philip reverently washed Mustafa's genitals and retied his rope belt.  Then
he showed him to his dressing cubicle.  Before he left, Mustafa kissed the
boy's forehead.

'Again?  More fucky-fucky?' he asked, ruffling the boy's hair.

Philip smiled and nodded, 'More fucky-fucky!' he replied squeezing the
Arab's sex organs.

He had just begun to clean up the mess on his desk when his father and
(great) Uncle Ralph appeared.

'He was quite something,' gushed Ralph, 'You are an amazing little whore!'

'That's my boy!' added his father, smiling proudly.

'How do you know what happened?' asked Philip.

His father simply pointed to three small cameras, discreetly fixed to the
ceiling and aimed precisely at the desk where all the morning's action had
taken place.

'You bastard! You've filmed everything!' shouted Philip, annoyed that he
had not been informed.

'I didn't want you playing up to the camera.  Besides, we needed a record
of the 'examinations' for future reference.  Did you realise that the last
guy with the huge dick who fucked you was the father of the first, the
younger one?'

'I thought there was something a bit familiar about him!  Do you mean I've
got both father's and son's spunk inside me now!'

'You sure have!  Turn you on, does it, having a dad and son's cum inside
you at the same time?  We'll have to see if we can get a three-some
together with them for you!  Now how would you like your own dad's cum
inside you to make a full set,' replied his father pulling out his dick and
wanking it.  'It's made me so fucking horny watching you in action with
those rough Arabs.'

'Yes, fuck him, Alex.  I love incest sessions, especially dad-son sex!
D'you mind if I shove my cock in his mouth while you fuck him?' said Ralph
who had yet to witness Philip and his father having sex together.

Philip bared his arse and his father's dick slid straight up his boy-cunt
with a squelch from all the fresh man- spunk so recently deposited up
there.  Ralph thrust his ample cock down his great-nephew's throat and
began to fuck his mouth enthusiastically as he watched the boy's father
plough his arse.  Soon Philip was in receipt of two more loads of cum, but
this time, family cum.  What Alex and Ralph didn't realise was that the
monitor in the foyer on which they had watched young Philip's activities
had attracted the attention of the next group of interviewees, who were
standing around wanking their pricks watching the two western men fuck the
pretty little white boy – the son of one of the fuckers!  Talking to the
men who had undergone the 'examination' and witnessing the boy's own father
and uncle give him a good shagging, it began to dawn on them that this
'examination' was more of a sexual audition.  To get a job at this factory
you had to fuck boy- cunt!  Word quickly went round the city of how to get
a job!

It was obvious that Philip couldn't cope with all the applicants,
especially if they were all hung like Mustafa.  So reinforcements were
called in from England.  Philip's cousin, Peter, and Geoff's two sons,
Justin and Jason, were flown over to help out.  Over the next two weeks,
the four boys serviced two hundred hot Arab cocks.  Eighty percent proved
amenable and employable.  By the time they left for England, all the places
were filled and there was a long waiting list for the next positions that
became available.  After all, when the 'leisure centre' and hotel were
completed, hundreds of men would be needed to work as waiters, cleaners,
gardeners, cooks and so forth alongside their 'special' duties servicing
dads and sons who would be flying in from all around the world.  The next
step was to advance the idea of introducing their young sons into the
proceedings so that wealthy westerners, hot for real incest sex, could have
individual and group orgies with horny Arab dads and sons.  Judging by the
reaction of the General and his men to dad/son sex and the responses to
those who saw Philip and his dad shagging, this wasn't going to prove too
much of a problem!  Man-boy sex was in the air and every horny male in
Zagora was brooding about it and stroking his cock wondering when it would
be his turn!


To be continued in chapter 33, when the incest centre is finally opened
with the biggest incest orgy of all time!  Comments and suggestions to
Philip255@hotmail.com And if there are any Arab daddies out there, you know
who to call!