Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 16:07:45 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy Ch.34 (Gay incest, M/b incest, orgy)

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 share my enthusiasm for
dad/son sex.  philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 34

[This chapter is something of a prelude to the great celebration of dad/son
sex in the final chapter. It therefore contains a certain amount of
narrative, which I hope readers more accustomed to my graphic descriptions
of horny incestuous sex, won't find disappointing.]

Alex was disappointed at having to postpone the opening of the World Incest
Centre (WIC) by a month but it couldn't be helped and the overall
advantages would be huge.  Word had travelled far and wide amongst those
with an interest in dad/son fun.  Vast numbers of applications had been
received from horny dads across the globe wishing to attend the
inauguration of the centre with their sons.  But five very wealthy incest
enthusiasts had been moved to offer six-figure sums of money to advance the
project and become its benefactors.  This unsought philanthropy enabled
Alex to reconsider a number of additional facilities, that, hitherto, had
been too rejected on grounds of expense.  The 'nursery' section for boys
aged six to ten was to be expanded into a whole new centre, the Junior
Incest Community Movement, or JISM for short, where fathers could enrol
with their younger sons on a family 'education' programme.  This was to be
Alex's brother Mark's responsibility.  The boys would proceed through a
series of certificated grades in cock-sucking, expertise in masturbating
man-cocks, general sexual gratification of their senior male relatives,
and, for advanced students, taking cock up their tight, young boy-cunts!
Three grades were specified: bronze, silver and gold, in ascending order.
Outstanding students could then go for the platinum incest endurance award
for which they had to satisfy the perverted lust of their five closest
older male relatives.

The extra finance also permitted a massive enlargement the orgi-torium to
comfortably accommodate one thousand dads and sons in the main area where
the mega-orgies were to be held.  The almost circular building would also
have a spectators' gallery around most of it from where those not fortunate
enough to have tickets for the main floor might watch.  Alex also
resurrected an idea first suggested by his brother Luke, of 'theme night
orgies': Roman orgies where the adults would be dressed as soldiers and
senators and the boys in tunics and kitons; a Wild West night with the dads
attired as cowboys who gang-bang their sons in the bunk-house with the help
of cow- hands and ranchers; an Ancient Egyptian scenario which re-enacts
the creation myths and rituals when fathers brought their pubescent sons to
the temple to be initiated by them and the priests in the sacred sexual
rites to ensure future prosperity and fertility, and so forth.
  An extensive wardrobe could now be established providing costumes for
these events and for the tastes of customers who might wish to dress up as
priests, teachers, policemen, soldiers or in rubber and leather in pursuit
of sexual satisfaction.  A variety of school uniforms would be made for the
boys to wear and be molested in.  Luke was already working on these ideas
and looking around for other scenarios that might excite guests' taste
buds.

A further improvement was to be made in internet, videoing and lighting
facilities. Under the direction of Geoff, these were to be upgraded to
enable subscribers around the world to view in minute detail the activities
in the main hall, the JISM centre and also the specialist rooms and booths.
They would be able to zoom right in to see a particular family group,
couple or individual and even fill their screen entirely with a father's
ejaculating cock, a boy's small stiff pricklet or his penetrated boy-cunt
in very high definition. In addition, two huge video screens would be
placed either side of the stage area at the far end of the arena showing in
graphic detail, activities anywhere in the building, relayed by an
extensive network of cameras. Thus, at the flick of a switch, a sudden
spunk up by a father over his son or a boy's first cum in the JISM could be
instantly relayed to the whole company regardless if where they were in the
building.  Footage would be used to make pictures, films and videos.  There
would also be a large film studio which guests could hire if they wanted to
record special moments of their visit.  For example, the first time a boy
takes his daddy's cock up his virgin arse, his first orgy, or for younger
boys, the first time they taste their father's spunk.  It would also be
used to make man-boy incest porn, both short videos and full-length films,
involving couples, families, extended families and multi-family
orgies. Each copy would carry the guarantee that all the men and boys
taking part were indeed true fathers and sons or very close relatives.

So Alex was feeling very pleased with himself despite the enforced delay.
A further unforeseen development had also solved a potential problem before
it occurred.  The huge expansion of the project necessitated the
enlargement of the hotel built to accommodate the orgiasts.  This, in turn,
would require a large number of additional staff: cleaners, waiters, cooks,
gardeners, maintenance men etc.  But news of the previous week's
spontaneous orgy at the plant involving many of the factory workers, their
sons and the western directors and their boys had spread discreetly but
like wild fire.  Within days, queues of hopeful employees formed at the
plant gate every morning when the factory opened.  The lure of good pay,
excellent working conditions and regular sex with an endless supply of
young boys from all round the world (and also their own!)  was their idea
of paradise.  Some even brought their own sons with them to enhance their
chances of being taken on.  There was no time to 'audition' the applicants
as had happened with the first cohort.  Rachid, who was in charge of
recruitment, co-opted Alex, Mark, Luke or who ever was free
  to assist him with the processing as Philip, with much protesting, had
been sent back to school in England until the centre was ready to open.
Candidates were judged initially on looks, their family situation (i.e how
many eligible sons they had), and a cursory medical examination
administered by Uncle Ralph to make sure their 'credentials' were in order.
And yes, the presence of an attractive son did improve their prospects and
gave the interviewers someone to fondle during the interview.

There was little need to maintain the fiction that applicants were applying
for a standard factory job.  It was an open secret that the computer
assembly plant was merely a front for a glorified boy- brothel which
specialised in dad-son incest.  But it was in everyone's interest to do so.
Even those in the region who had not managed to obtain a permanent job
benefited from the foundation of the WIC.  The hotel, the centre itself and
all its component parts needed constructing, decorating and furnishing in
the traditional styles of the province.  Carpenters, plumbers, painters,
plasterers glaziers, and masons were required to complete the complex and
some would be retained to maintain it.  Artists and sculptors were needed
to appropriately embellish the rooms.  A giant frieze encircles the
orgi-torium above the peripheral gallery depicting a reworking of 'the Rape
of the Sabine Women': 'The Ravishing of the Sons of Saba' in the style of
Michelangelo.  Rough, handsome muscular men of Greek myth, their hair
streaming behind them, pursue beautiful lithe, tanned Greek boys as only
the renaissance painters knew how to bring them to life.  The Greek heroes
stride naked through the Arcadian woods, their huge erect cocks go before
them and their balls swing as their quarry, squealing with anticipation fly
naked ahead, pricklets hard against their tight little nuts, and wiggling
their enticing little butts caught between the instinct to flee and the
desire to be vigorously ravished by their pursuers. As the eye travels
round, the distance between the pursuer and the pursued diminishes.  The
penultimate scene shows a veritable Apollo grasping the neck of his son who
has been thrown to the ground on all fours before his father, whose massive
erect cock stands poised to enter the cleft between the white, shining,
marmoreal cheeks that are turned towards the viewer. The final scene
depicts a rugged and darkly handsome warrior, his head thrown back in
ecstasy as he thrusts the final inch of his great thick cock up his son's
perfectly shaped arse.  The boy's face, turned outwards, is a study in
ecstasy and agony as he is forced to receive his father's manhood.  'Oh
ravishing delight'!  Above the frieze at each compass point, four
father-son couples are depicted, the fathers standing in front of their
sons who are performing oral sex on them.  Each couple represent a
different racial stereotype: white, black, brown and yellow, demonstrating
the universality of dad/son sex.  Each boy is grasping his father's thick
hard cock in his right hand and holding his large fulsome balls in the left
while he reverently wraps his lips around the cockhead.  Above these
vignettes and encircling the lantern window that brings light into the
orgi-torium, is a graphic illustration a family orgy.  A pretty
prepubescent boy is being vigorously buggered by his barely teenage
brother, who, in turn, has his arse filled with his older brother's cock.
The grandfather is stuck up to the hilt in his oldest grandson and,
completing the circle, behind him stands his son, the boys' father with his
cock thrust down the throat of his youngest son.

No less attention had been given to the orgi-torium floor.  It had been
decided to use marble rather than wood as it would be more durable and
stand up to the regular swabbing that would be required to mop up the
copious amounts of spunk that would be spilt on it. At the centre, directly
beneath the incest orgy around the lantern window overhead was another
family circle, this time picked out in mosaic.  A beautiful young boy about
twelve is depicted lying on his back in a lush flower-spangled meadow.  At
his feet stands his father, at his head his grandfather towers over him, at
each side stands an uncle and between all the adults his four brothers of
various ages lean over him.  All eight standing characters are vigorously
masturbating their cocks to orgasm and fountains of cum can be seen flying
out, describing arcs in the air and landing on the recumbent boy.  His face
and body are disfigured by the amount of spunk that has already landed on
him.  He is also at the point of orgasm himself lashing small jets of
boy-cum from his small hairless dick. A beatific smile adorns his face as
he gazes up at his father through a veil of spunk.  The enlargement of the
arena meant that an outer circle of figures could be added.  So the artist
has gathered all the male inhabitants of this Arcadian village to witness
and celebrate the incest orgy taking place in the middle.  Men aged from
twenty to seventy are shown in a single circle facing the action and
applauding.  At their feet kneel their sons and grandsons, aged from six to
sixteen, who, with their backs to the orgy, are diligently sucking them
off.  A golden scrolled banner over the heads of the central family
proclaims in black jet lettering 'Incest in Excelsis!'  The other 'function
rooms', communal areas and the showers are similarly decorated with
suitably erotic scenes.  Fauns and satyrs frolic, fondle and fuck one
another in the JISM while dads sport with their young sons in verdant
groves that cover the walls.  Cherubs and cupids with stiff little dicks
laugh as they looked out from amongst the trees.  Poseidon and other sea
gods with huge erections pursue beautiful boys across the showers and
around the baths, taking them passionately in their arms and thrusting
their cocks deep inside them under the waves.  Peering from their fishing
boat, two lusty fisherman (twin brothers, judging by their looks)
masturbate and cheer as the boys are caught and ravished.  Behind them an
older man fucking his young son is too engrossed in his own pleasure to
join his voyeuristic brothers. Every adornment is designed to excite the
passions of father for son and son for father.

Work continued at a frantic pace on every front in an atmosphere of
suppressed lust-induced excitement.  The men were happy to work overtime,
not just for the extra cash it brought, but in eager anticipation of seeing
the WIC finished with its promise of other delights!  Even those who were
not directly employed on the project benefited from its construction.
Local family businesses were contracted to provide furniture and fittings
in the local style to furnish the whole complex.  Shops, markets and
farmers found their produce in demand to feed the work force, a demand that
would dramatically increase once the main centre and hotel opened to
guests.
  Comestibles and equipment not available locally required fleets of
lorries and vans to transport it from other parts of the country or from
abroad by rough, horny truck drivers who had little else to think about on
the long empty desert roads but the possibility of tight, white young
boy-pussies at their journey's end that made their cocks twitch.  The rise
in employment and earnings gave a much needed boost to the whole region's
economy spreading out across all sectors.  [Moral: If your city or region
is in need of economic regeneration, open an incest centre!]

However, the conspiracy of common interest that propelled the project
forward so swiftly also relied upon discretion.  Everyone still
euphemistically referred to the 'factory' and 'leisure centre', albeit with
a twinkle in their eye (and a bulge in their trousers).  The management
team of brothers, their father and Rachid held daily briefings on how
progress was going on the various fronts, and discussed any problems that
needed addressing.  Much debate was devoted to dress codes in the centre.
Obviously, it was important to be modestly and respectably attired outside
the centre but what about inside?  It was decided that all the catering and
cleaning staff would wear a common basically white uniform that was cool
and showed off their attributes, that is, it would be tight round the groin
and arse.  The maintenance men would have darker uniforms that likewise
would be tailored to make the most of what they had got between their legs
and expose as much of their muscular arms and chests as was deemed decent.
The security staff got their own distinctive beige uniform consisting of
tightly tailored trousers secured by a wide brown leather belt and
shot-sleeved shirts exposing their black, hairy arms, cream shirt and
peaked military-style cap.  The best looking and most virile applicants had
been selected for this job.  There was agreement with much dirty laugher
and comments that boys enrolled in the JISM would wear classical Greek
kitons, a single garment rather like a dress that just came down to cover
the arse and genitals.  It would be made of a bright white translucent
material that enabled the viewer to assess the young body within,
especially when light was shone upon it. They were to be secured with
Velcro and thus could be ripped off quickly when necessary without damaging
the garment. Except when in an orgy, the boys would wear very tight white
briefs beneath that showed off their little packages and cute butts. Boys
who had not yet been properly fucked by their fathers would sport a red
disc as a warning to other men that their father had not yet taken their
cherry.  Anyone discovered seducing or raping a virgin, apart from the
boy's father, would be instantly ejected from the centre.  Older boys could
chose (or rather their fathers could chose for them) from a whole array of
uniforms: school, boy scout, cadet etc. and sports wear. The adults could
wear what they pleased as long as it allowed the casual observer as good
opportunity to assess their attributes: tight trousers displaying large
hidden bulges were encouraged as was the exposure of hairy arms and chests.
Fathers could also don a uniform of their choice or leathers if they
preferred.  However, it was absolutely forbidden for anyone to be naked
except during family sex sessions and mass orgies.  It was agreed that mass
nudity on daily basis was de-sexualising.  It was far more stimulating to
see a beautiful young boy or handsome hunk seductively clothed rather than
naked until sexual contact was initiated.  For the mass orgies, adults
would be provided with white gowns made of a light, thin, translucent
material that could be easily opened and discarded when the action got hot.
Their sons would be expected to wear something suitably skimpy, revealing
titillating and easy to remove.

One thorny if horny problem that had not yet been addressed was 'what
constitutes an incestuous relationship?'  After much deliberation and
working out from the epicentre of the family circle: father and son, it was
decided to publish a written hierarchy: father/son sex was 'true incest',
followed by brotherly love, then grandfather/grandson, uncle and nephew,
great uncle/great nephew.  Last came sex between cousins.  There was
considerable discussion as to whether or not shagging cousins were in fact
committing incest.  After exhaustive discourse on the issue, it was put to
the vote, and decided that it could be considered incest, but should be
regarded as the weakest form, obviously enhanced if the boys' fathers or
common grandfather participate.  So now you know!

At last everything was ready and on schedule for the inaugeration of the
world's first incest centre.  The opening ceremony had been planned with
all the precision and attention to detail of a British royal event.  The
curtain was about to rise on the largest, hottest, raunchiest male incest
orgy of all time!

To be continued in the concluding chapter where the festivities are
described in graphic detail.  The family spunk flows like wine and there is
not an unspent daddy-cock nor unmolested, spunk- deprived son in the entire
complex!  If you are an incest lover, then keep an eye out for the final
chapter in about a week's, and join me in the biggest, horniest dad/son
orgy ever with nearly two thousand spunking man-cocks servicing five
hundred tight, juicy boy-cunts!