Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:31:37 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy Ch.33 (M/b incest, orgy)

My apologies for the time it has taken me to submit this chapter.  I have
had an extremely busy year.  Thanks to all those who have enquired after my
health during this hiatus!

This story involves descriptions of sex between men and boys in particular,
and dads and sons in particular.  It 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; so don't do
this at home!  It is emphatically not the author's intention to incite,
commend or promote incest or sex with minors which can cause life-long
damage.  Since I began writing this series as a displacement activity, I
have had a massive response from right across the globe -- all of it
complimentary.  I would like to thank those correspondents and the friends
I have made in distant lands especially Tony who always offers such
encouragement.  I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I
will gladly reply, especially from those who have similar tastes to my own
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 33 'The glowing embers of incest'

Progress continued ahead of schedule on all aspects of the world's first
centre dedicated to the pleasures of male incest!  It was decided to open
the complex in stages, leading to a mega-gala opening of the 'health and
leisure' centre which was to be the main 'orgi-torium' and epicentre of the
whole enterprise.  The computer assembly plant was already operational and
its exports earning valuable foreign currency for the impoverished country
and providing much-needed employment in this desert region.  It also
provided revenue for expanding the original size and facilities of the
dad/son centre, which would now include a training college for both fathers
and their sons where they could learn and practise the exquisite rites of
male incest.  There was some debate on the lower age limit for sons.
Originally it had been set at ten, though founder Alex preferred twelve.

However, internet feedback indicated that many fathers in North America and
Europe wanted to include sons as young as six.  It was decided, therefore,
to build a 'nursery centre' to accommodate younger sons and boys their
father's considered needed extra elementary tuition.  It was also going to
be possible to relay continuously on the internet, live coverage from the
main 'orgi-torium'(especially the main weekend events that were intended to
attract hundreds of dads and sons from all over the world all having sex
together), the smaller family orgy rooms and even from the dad/son booths
-- with the permission of the dad and son occupying the rooms at the time.
A film studio was also to be built, making all combinations of male incest
porno videos for private and public consumption.  It seemed everyone wanted
to see real dads and their sons having explicit sex together -- and if
possible, join in!  Tickets for the spectacular opening had gone on sale,
restricted to a thousand, but they had already been sold and the waiting
list ensured a full hotel and centre for the following three months!
Dad/son incest was proving to be the hottest form of sex across the whole
planet!  No dad was permitted a ticket unless accompanied by his son.  Dads
with two or more sons were given a special discount, and provision was made
for 'family bookings' which included grandfathers and uncles as well as
fathers and sons.  Alex was determined to maintain a balance with at least
two men to each boy.  Should they need to supplement the number of dads, he
knew he could call on the General's troops and local militia and policemen
who wouldn't turn down the opportunity to fuck tight, young western
boy-cunts.  Should more sons be required, there were plenty of men in the
city now very interested in bringing along their young sons for public sex
sessions. Beside, there was always the orphanage for boys up the road!
Rumour had it that they were regularly buggered by those who ran it.

The assembly plant's workforce was the most contented -- and productive --
in the city of Zagora.  They enjoyed European working conditions with good
wages, reasonable hours, sickness and holiday pay and high health and
safety standards.  All they had to do in return was put in a full day's
work and engage in some enjoyable 'extra-curricula' activities with their
sons!

During the recruitment process it became an open secret that the plant was
not what it seemed.  Yes, it was producing computers profitably but the
workers knew they had been hired for their sexual prowess rather than their
manual skills!  It wasn't discussed openly by the men but when one of the
white bosses sons made an appearance shortly before they finished work, a
quiet buzz went round the factory.  Which lucky men would be invited
upstairs to the rest rooms to gagn-fuck a tight young boy-pussy?  A suite
of rooms of various sizes occupied the first floor, furnished with couches,
beds, rugs and cushions. Next to them were to be found lavatories, showers
and washrooms.  Since the plant had opened, Alex and Rachid had encouraged
man-boy sex sessions in these rooms to get the workers used to regular
boy-fucking.  They had both allowed themselves to be 'discovered' fucking
their own sons by some of the workers they considered would take most
enthusiastically to dad/son sex.  Initially shocked by what they saw, they
took little persuading to join in, and young Philip would soon feel his
father withdraw his thick 8" cock from his boy-cunt which would then be
offered to one or more of the horny workers.

It didn't take long for the horny little tyke to get his way with the
hugely hung Mustafa and his son, Khamal.  Just as the working day finished
one evening, Alex arranged for the twenty-one year old Khamal to catch his
father fucking the young white boy.  The big, brawny 'Arab daddy' with his
massive 10" cock never refused an invitation to visit him upstairs and Alex
saw the opportunity to introduce the element of incest into the
proceedings.  Once Philip was firmly impaled on Mustafa's great cock, Alex
gleefully showed the horny young man what his father was up to.  Khamal had
never seen his father's cock before and was mesmerized by its size.  For
fully five minutes he stood at the threshold of the open door gazing at the
mighty organ as it ploughed in and out of Philip's tight, smooth
fuck-tunnel. He listened as his father hissed obscenely in broken English
and played with the little lad's stiff boy-cock and hairless balls.

'Take big Arab daddy-cock! Mustafa's little fuck-son!  We make good, long
fucky-fucky!  You get much cream!  All Mustafa's daddy-cream!  Yes!  Pretty
little white boy with hard little cock. Mustafa's special fuck-son needs
daddy-cock! Yes!  He needs much daddy-cock.  Much, much daddy-cock!'

Khamal couldn't help but get his cock out and wank furiously as he watched
his own father vigorously fuck a young boy with an impossibly big cock and
fondle his tiny testicles.  Alex stayed at his side and whispered in his
ear.

'Go on!  Join them.  Stick your cock in Philip's mouth while your dad fucks
him.  He's fucking gagging for it -- and so are you!  Look at him wank his
little dick!  He needs your dick in his mouth!'  He smiled as he watched
the young man's cock drip precum on to the polished wooden floor.

Mustafa looked up from the pleasure of watching his cock slide in and out
of Philip's arse to see his son wanking his dick as if his life depended on
it.
  He laughed and said something in Arabic to his son that must have been a
form of invitation.  He withdrew his giant steaming prick and waved it at
his son and beckoned him over to shove his cock up the now vacant hole.
Khamal was transfixed by the sized of his father's cock but couldn't resist
the invitation to occupy the space it had been ravishing.  He moved behind
Philip and thrust his respectable thick 7 incher up his willing boy-pussy
as his father shoved his mammoth dick down the boy's throat.  Father and
son soon settled down to vigorously fucking little Philip's mouth and
boy-cunt, each getting as much of a thrill from watching the other ('My own
dad!' ' My own grown-up son!') as they did from feeling their respective
cocks slide in and out of the hot young boy.

At this point, Alex slipped off and selected four of the workers he thought
most likely to indulge in dad/son sex to watch the spectacle.  Rachid and
Hamsa were summoned to participate and push home the thrills and delights,
not so much of man/boy sex -- they knew all about the pleasures to be got
there! -- but of dad/son sex!  A quick call on his mobile phone brought
Philip's Uncle Mark and his son, Peter, and Geoff and his two sons, Justin
and Jason over from the nearly complete hotel just a few hundred metres
away.  They quickly read the situation and soon an impromptu dad/son incest
orgy was in full swing with fifteen participants: eleven adults and four
boys.  Even allowing for two cocks per boy, one in the mouth and one up the
arse, there were three redundant man cocks.

'This will never do!' thought Alex and then remembered that several of the
workers' sons often hung around the factory after school waiting for their
dads to finish work.  He dashed down to the factory gates and, sure enough,
a gaggle of five boys aged between eleven and thirteen was kicking a ball
around in the dusty entrance, in a makeshift team playing against five of
the six soldiers detailed by the General for security duty.  Three of the
boys were sons of the workers already engaged in the orgy, the other two
boys' fathers were still in the factory.  Alex decided he had to act fast
before Mustafa and the men shagging the boys upstairs shot their loads and
the orgy ended.  He ordered the boys to follow him and winked at the
soldiers, suggesting they join them.  Five did so, leaving their
unfortunate colleague to guard the premises alone.  Alex quickly ushered
them through the factory and up the stairs, relieved to find that the orgy
was in full swing.  The workers who had been watching now had their cocks
out and were busy buggering the mouths and arseholes of the willing young
boys.  Those without a boy hole to fill waited their turned and wanked
their dicks in anticipation.  The smell of unbridled lust filled the room.

The newcomers didn't have much time to react to the sight of eleven macho
men vigorously fucking the orifices of four over-subscribed boys.  When the
unoccupied men saw the five new boys, they immediately made a dash for
them.
  The boys, mesmerized by the vision of other boys their own age being
ravished by men some recognized as their own fathers, were too slow to
defend themselves.  Besides, as soon as the soldiers realized what was
happening, they ensured themselves a piece of the action by cutting off the
boys' retreat.  Three men, their eyes glazed with lust, broke away from the
orgy, with a volley of shouts which Rachid translated roughly as meaning,
'That's my son! If anyone's going to have the pleasure of his boy-cunt,
it's going to be me first, his dad!

Owing to the heat, the boys were dressed only in t shirts and shorts which
they were soon relieved of, the soldiers pushing the boys into the room
into the arms of their lust-crazed fathers.  Between them they stripped the
boys and before he slipped down stairs to find the two missing fathers,
Alex thrust tubes of lubricant into the men's' hands.  After all, he wanted
the boys to enjoy the orgy as much as the dads.  Being 'dry raped' might
put them off sex for life!  The boys, some of whom were not virgins and had
been having sex with older and younger boys and brothers for some time,
gratefully lubricated their boy-pussies, and under orders, also greased the
forest of man cocks pointing lustfully in their direction.  The soldiers,
mostly aged between twenty-one and twenty-eight, held the boys down ready
for their fathers to rape them, content with the prospect of 'sloppy
seconds' and thrilled beyond imagination at the sight and prospect of a
room full dads fucking their own barely adolescent sons.  Boys were bent
over couches, chaise longues and cushions by soldiers and workers with
their hard cocks sticking expectantly out of their open trousers and
dripping precum in copious amounts all over the room.

Alex returned with the two absent fathers, who immediately sought to save
their sons from the rapacious intentions of two soldiers, only to get
caught up in the frenzied atmosphere and ravish their boys themselves, ably
assisted by the frustrated soldiers.

Alex surveyed the scene.  A heaving mass of writhing bodies.  Seventeen
hot, horny, sweating, lust-filled dads and soldiers shagging the soft, wet
mouths and tight, pink arseholes of nine young sons.  There was only one
boy in the room not being athletically buggered by his horny dad and with
another man's hard cock fucking his mouth.  That boy was his own son who
was still being swapped between Mustafa and Khamal, each taking his turn to
fuck him at both ends. He noticed one boy with his father up his arse but
no cock to suck on.
  So with a sense of charity he crossed the room and thrust his hard,
dripping dick down the boy's throat.  Looking around him he saw dads
exchanging comments, jokes and smiles with one another as they each
ploughed their sons' boy-cunts.  Those other men were transfixed and
turned-on beyond description at the sight of all these dads fucking their
own kids.  They each resolved that when they got home, or when their sons
were old enough, they too would enjoy the intense, incomparable pleasure of
dad/son incest.

Alex was delighted with the outcome.  Dad/son incest had caught on far
faster and more easily than he ever imagined.  He this incest orgy could
last for ever, but, inevitably, the first cry went up announcing the
arrival of dad-spunk in son-cunt.  A chain reaction occurred and spread
rapidly across the room.  Groans, grunts and unintelligible curses escaped
the lips of one father after another as he ground his cock deep into his
son's cunt, and pumped his incestuous seed inside his boy's bowels.  As
fatherly cocks were withdrawn, their place was taken by the soldiers who
had patiently waited their turn, filling in time thrusting their throbbing
cocks down the young boys' throats.  It didn't take them long to cum; just
long enough for the boys to lick their fathers' spent cocks clean.  Alex
glanced round to see his own son take Mustafa's mighty load, quickly
followed by his son's.  Mustafa and Khamal locked eyes as they came inside
Philip's ravished rectum; their first precious moments of father/son
communion.  Seeing one another engaged in heavy sexual action was an
inexpressible thrill for them both -- and something they would often seek
to repeat!

When the last dad and soldier had cum in a sore but satisfied boy-cunt, the
fathers gathered up their sons and drifted off, having had the best sex
session of their lives.  Thus were the embers of dad/son incest planted in
the minds and groins of the first cohort of workers and soldiers.  Alex was
very pleased with this day's work, and it wasn't difficult from then on to
fan the glowing embers into fierce flames of forbidden lust between fathers
and sons.  News and stories of the orgy were discreetly passed from those
who participated to those who had not, hardening their cocks and making
them green with envy.  The men were encouraged to let their boys visit the
factory after school and most evenings some form of group sex went on
upstairs.  Those fathers who brought their sons along and shared them found
their philanthropy royally rewarded in their pay-packets.  Soon it was
widely known that to prosper and have an unbelievably horny sex life, all
you had to do was train your son(s) to take your cock then bring him (them)
along to meet your bosses and mates!

To be continued in Chapter 34 when the final touches are made to the incest
centre and all is ready for the mega-orgy opening!