Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 12:33:36 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy 35

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, I have received messages 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 the dad/son fantasy sex.
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 35  The Opening!  Part 1  'The Incest-Fest!'


[This chapter grew to such an extent that I decided to divide into two
parts.  Part 2, the tumultuous incest orgy involving nearly two thousands
dads and sons, men and boys, will appear in about four
weeks' time when I return from my vacation in the Magreb!  A research trip,
of course!]

It was the day of the grand opening of the World Incest Centre (WIC), the
first institution and pleasure palace on earth devoted primarily to dad/son
sex!  The last five weeks had been a frantic race against time by Alex and
his team to get the newly expanded centre ready on time.  They had just
about made it, but it was clear that a further expansion to the Junior
Incest Social Movement (JISM) was necessary although the new complex would
not be completed until several weeks after the official opening.  Everyone
had been astounded at the deluge of applications that poured in from all
over the world once news of the WIC travelled via the grapevine. They could
have filled the orgi-torium ten times over for the first night, and the
centre was fully booked for the next six months!  But nothing had prepared
the organisers for the response to the JISM.  So popular was the idea that
it was decided at an emergency meeting involving Alex (the managing
director), his father (project manager), his younger twin brothers (Luke and
Mark, artistic and education officers respectively, Rachid, (the local
administrator) and Geoff (the technical director) that the number of sons to
be admitted for each weekly course was to be increased to a hundred.  This
still saw the JISM fully-booked for the rest of the year and meant
disappointing a huge  number of dads and sons who had hoped to be present at
the opening orgy. However, one hundred boys plus their fathers had received
their invitation cards and had already arrived to take part in the gala
opening.  It meant a total review of the structure of the course and
curriculum and the erection of a completely new building complex to
accommodate the project.  But they would have to make do with the buildings
originally designed to house it for the next couple of months.  (These would
then be converted into an incest arts centre, with a cinema, art gallery and
video library, all dedicated to showing and promoting hard-core dad/son
sex.)

The new JISM curriculum will be explained a greater detail in a concluding
appendix, but a brief overview of the new structure is as follows. The
students were to be divided into four groups according to age, but
occasionally taking experience into account when appropriate. The first
grade would take boys aged six to nine who would be known as 'spunk bunnies'
and have badges on their kitons (dress-like tunics) with a bright-eyed pink
bunny sporting a small erection.  These were sons, it was assumed, who had
only recently been put to the cock and fathers were expected to attend with
them, at least, for the first few sessions. It was also assumed that these
boys would have only a  superficial knowledge of dad/son cock fun, probably
limited to elementary wanking and sucking their own fathers' cocks; most may
have tasted only their father's cum.  This course would enable them to
extend their cock competence and manipulation skills and meet and explore
oral and hand sex with other fathers and their sons boys of a similar age.
Grade two sons, usually aged nine/ten to twelve and known as 'bum boys',
would, it was assumed, have more advanced oral skills.  They would be very
able cock-suckers, able and used to sucking their fathers' cocks to orgasm
and swallowing their spunk without hesitation. They might also be similarly
familiar with other adult members of the family (uncles, older brothers,
grandfathers etc) and/or their fathers'
male friends.  The curriculum here would be designed to perfect these skills
and introduce the theory, practice and various methods of arse-fucking.
Their insignia was a naked boy with small hard cock and pert little bum.
The third class, the 'cum cadets', would normally be aged thirteen to
fifteen and presumed to be rampant little wankers with permanently stiff
adolescent pricks and juicy young balls, that had recently started to make
their own spunk.  The cum cadets would be veteran cock-suckers and be able
to accommodate most family cocks up their still-tight boy-cunts.  These sons
would be expected to increase their sexual stamina and engage with three,
four or even five adult family members together, and for increasing lengths
of time.  They would also be encouraged to take larger cocks they had
hitherto found too big.  Their badge depicted a  bigger boy bringing himself
off with a spray of boy-cum shooting from his dick. The 'sperm troopers'
were the top grade, aged fifteen or sixteen, and, typically, would be
ever-horny young fuckers who would do almost anything to get their rocks
off.  They would probably still be having raunchy sex sessions with their
fathers, their friends and family, but would be increasingly keen shag
junior members of the family and may well have done so.  The thoughts of the
older sperm troopers would be turning towards the not-to-distant future when
they would have sons of their own to teach. Therefore, they would help look
after and train the spunk bunnies, learning in the process how to approach
and treat them for mutual enjoyment.  Their sign was a youth with a good
sized pube-surrounded cock and low slung balls. There would be a high level
of learning together through inter-group visits and demonstrations so that
the younger boys could see how they would develop over the next few years,
what pleasures were in store and what would be expected of them as they grew
older.  All the classrooms in the yet-to-be built JISM complex would be
fitted with monitors so that subscribers anywhere in the world could follow
these educational courses.

Back to the opening ceremony.  The General had secured the services of the
King of Maghrebia's youngest brother, Prince Rahman, who would preside at
the opening accompanied by his thirteen year old son, whom it was rumoured,
was a more than promising cum cadet.  The prince had
followed the development of the WIC with great interest and enthusiasm. In
fact, he had had commissioned a large, but as yet unseen sculpture for the
new centre, which was to be unveiled by him during the opening. The
management team had spent days compiling the final programme,
then choreographing and timing it to make sure everything went according to
plan.  The 'high table' of VIPs would be seated in a slight arc across the
back of the extensive stage, which itself was a
large rectangle located at the north end of the almost hemispherical
orgi-torium - the structural alterations had seen the original circular
design somewhat flattened.  This meant the two huge video screens fitted
better on the pillars each side of the proscenium arch.  A huge screen was
also attached to the back wall, opposite the stage, thus enabling everyone
in the arena to see activities anywhere in the building which were being
caught on camera.  A massive gantry had been built above the proscenium arch
and a second above the back screen which could each accommodate a dozen
camera and lighting operatives.  For big occasions like the opening orgy,
some cameras and lights would be fixed and others operated manually.  Two
new features that few understood the need or reason for, were a pair of
temporary bridges or gangways that sprang from four doors in the back wall
of the balcony that encompassed the orgi-torium through which people entered
and left the balcony via flights of stairs that lead to and from the main
arena. The balustrade that edged the balcony had been fitted with removable
sections and these elevated pathways inserted to cross the orgi-torium from
one side to the other.  The two bridges intersected one another at a central
roundabout in the middle, which was fixed to the marble floor eight feet
below, by a sturdy metal pylon.  Two men could just walk side by side along
each pathway and take any direction from the central interchange.  This was
all to facilitate a little surprise thought up by Alex and the General!

All the guests had arrived.  Most were staying at the new hotel but the
sudden increase in numbers meant other local hotels had to be utilised. One
thousand dads and sons occupied the floor of the orgi-torium, which had been
scattered with rugs and cushions to increase the number it could hold and
avoid the need for cumbersome furniture.  The fathers were dressed in the
loose, light gowns described in the previous chapter, unless they were
members of the armed services or police force, in which case they were in
uniform.  Their sons wore the short white kitons without the matching
undergarment!  Packed at the front of the balcony, which eight men could
comfortably walk around, arm in arm, were four hundred 'spectators',
comprising two-hundred and fifty workers from the computer assembly plant
and their sons, some bringing more than one.  The remaining one hundred and
fifty were those who had not managed to get tickets for the floor below but
wished to be present
anyway: seventy-five fathers and the same number of sons.  A further one
hundred other employees would be working that evening to make the evening a
success, including technicians, cooks, caterers, security officers and those
detailed to mop up the spunk!.  They would be able to join in the fun later!
  When everyone was in their place, the procession of VIPs entered to a
fanfare of trumpets from the balcony, courtesy of the General.  The Prince
entered solemnly with his son
holding his left hand, followed by his lord-in-waiting and his son who
couldn't have been more than ten.  Behind the royal party came the General,
resplendent in his uniform, with his two sons: twenty-five year old Ahmed
and Yusuf, who was now twelve.  The Chief of Police came next with his
seventeen year old son, followed by the Imam, whose presence conferred some
respectability on the occasion and kept the old man quiet!  Rachid, who was
to provide Arab/English translations
when necessary came next with his son, Hamsa, on his left.  Then came the
British inspirers of the project:  Alex, whose fulfilled dream this was with
his thirteen year old son Philip's hand in his; next was Luke with his sons,
Peter (nine) and Toby, aged only six and on his first incest outing; Mark
with his only son, Adam, aged seven and enjoying his first incest event
other than with his father; the head of the family came in their wake, the
brothers' father and boys' grandfather. Geoff and sons Justin and Jason
(aged eleven and fourteen respectively) brought up the rear.  In all, a
party of twenty-three: eleven adults; one seventeen year old; and eleven
boys aged from six to fourteen. All the men were attired in the white gowns
or their uniforms, apart from the Prince who wore a gold robe.  The boys too
were in uniform white kitons, the young prince's edged with gold, denoting
his rank.  The audience rose, bowed to the Prince and then resumed their
seats on the floor.  A discreet sign from Alex gave the Prince his cue.  He
welcomed everyone to this august gathering to mark the inauguration of a
land mark project that would be welcomed by those present and millions
around the world, to a chorus of 'Here! Here!' or its Arabic equivalent.
Rachid offered a translation in English, and asked the Prince to unveil his
statue and declare the WIC officially open, which we was happy to do.
Pulling on a golden cord, the purple covering slid gracefully to the floor
revealing a bronze-gilt lift-size sculpture of a father at the moment of
penetrating his young son aged, perhaps twelve or thirteen.  The statue was
a magnificent study in movement.  The warrior-father's muscular body was
gracefully strained in an
arc as his right hand held his son firmly by the jaw and his left hand
caught the boy's left arm by the wrist that was bent inwards from the elbow,
an action that would draw his son into his invading but
protecting arms.  The father's feet were both securely planted but pivoting,
his body leaning in to the boy's, whose upper torso inclined away from his
father while his perfectly formed buttocks remained turned towards his
father and already within the dominating shadow of his father's arching
body.  They almost touched, but not quite.  The only point of contact
between the two, other than by the father's hands, was where the father's
cock penetrated his son's anus.  Four thick inches separated father and son,
the boy's arsecheeks forcibly parted by the invading organ.  His open mouth
and half-closed eyes gave the impression that he had just experienced the
actual moment of
penetration, the cockhead having slid forcefully into the tight, smooth
rectum.  His father wore a look of resolute determination.  He is not going
to be denied his pleasure, but he will not achieve it by wantonly hurting
the ravished boy, whose small hard erection belies his feigned resistance to
his father.  The erotic piece was greeted with a gasp of appreciation and a
round of applause.  It bore an inscription in both English and Arabic: 'To
the glory of father/son love everywhere'.

Alex rose and thanked the Prince effusively for his generosity (an ally at
Court with the King's ear could prove very useful!).  Keeping his speech as
brief as possible, Alex then thanked all the contributors and benefactors
for their generosity and the guests and participants for their presence.
With a flourish he announced the first 'diversion'; a parade of the first
one hundred fathers and sons to enrol in the JISM. Another fanfare summoned
the dads and their sons aged between six and
sixteen who had come from all corners of the globe.  They marched in from
the wings to the March of the Siamese Children from 'The King and I', from
stage left, in a double line, sons down stage of their fathers right, all
wearing the prescribed white garments.  They formed a line right across the
stage facing the audience, fathers standing behind their sons.  When all
were assembled, the fathers slid their hands under the boys' costumes and
lustfully fondled their soft young genitals.  Then one by one, they ripped
off the kitons revealing the stark naked boys to the cheering crowds.  The
cameras panned along the line, focussing on the boys' testicles which
appeared in gigantic technicolour on the video screens.  They continued to
massage them until all one hundred boys were sporting erections, from the
six year old to the lad of sixteen.  Fathers continued to masturbate their
sons to the warm applause of the fourteen hundred dads and sons in the
orgi-torium.  After several minutes, the boys turned round and knelt down,
pointing and spreading their firm young buttocks for the delighted crowd who
craned to see their pink star-fish boy-cunts.  Each boy then pulled the cord
that secured his father's gown allowing it to fall open and expose his hard,
erect cock, to another loud cheer from the crowd.  The fathers placed their
hands on their hips while their sons took their cocks reverently in their
hands, guided them to their
mouths, crammed them in, wrapped their hot lips around the heads and began
to suck their dads off to rousing applause.  The older boys held their
fathers' cocks with one had and steadied themselves against their thighs
with the other or played with their balls.  The young boys, especially the
under tens, wrapped both their hands round the big cocks and tried valiantly
to get as much cock in their mouths as possible while rubbing the thick
shaft up and down.  For the next ten minutes the boys' heads bobbed back and
forth as they publicly fellated their fathers, until, one by one, the men
began to cum.  As they did so, they shouted and withdrew their cocks from
their sons' mouths, gripped
them firmly by the shaft, and, holding them just an inch from the boys'
open, panting mouths, wanked their spunk all over their sons' faces, with
some jets shooting into their mouths, and others firing off into the
delighted audience.  The cameramen, alerted by the 'whoops' quickly relayed
the shooting cocks on to the big screens, so spunking pricks several feet
long could be seen by everyone in the orgi-torium,  regardless of their
distance from the action.  After several minutes all the daddy-cocks' spunk
had been spent and the boys stood up and faced the audience with their
sperm-splattered faces, the youngest boys' cute faces glowing with
excitement and the glaze of their
fathers' cum.  The dads then reached around, took their small hard penises
in their big hands and began to wank them off.  The older boys came first.
With wild cries they shot their boy-spunk into the audience who surged
forward to catch and taste it.  Those too young to produce cum, were brought
to shuddering dry climaxes, writhing in their fathers' arms.  Particularly
vocal were the young six to eight year olds who squealed with excitement,
their contorted cum-streaked faces
adorning the video screens.  The men and boys then left the stage as they
had entered it, taking their discarded clothing with them.

It took some time for the noise to die down, when Alex remarked that that
was just the prelude of things to cum and announced the second item: an
allegory on inter-paternal generosity and the brotherhood of Men.  Four
large beds were wheeled on to the stage: one each was black, brown, yellow
and white.  Then four boys, aged eleven to thirteen and clad only in wispy
loin cloths appeared, peering from the wings.  They sped across the stage
and hid on the other side as if hiding from pursuers.  Four large men then
emerged creeping stealthily out of the darkness, obviously in pursuit of the
boys.  Their loin cloths were the same colours as those the boys wore but of
a heavier material, which just about managed to cover their manhoods while
creating saliva-inducing bulges.  It was even clearer as the stage light
rose that these were four father and son teams.  The black couple were
indeed black, the boy as pretty as his father was muscle-bound and rugged.
The brown pair were also a contrast of strong, hirsute father and nimble,
lithe son.  The oriental father resembled a more muscular Bruce Lee and with
his agility, but whose perfectly formed son gave
him a run for his money!  The white couple had a red/blond colouring to
their hair, the father's extending across his broad chest.  His pretty
blue-eyed son, like the other boys, had not a hair on his body below his
head.  There followed a stylised chase across and around the stage to ballet
music written by Tchaikovsky.  The crowd quickly became partisan: the boys
shouting for their counter-parts and the fathers siding with their
equivalents on stage.  Roars went up from each camp when the boys were
nearly captured or made an impressive escape.  Eventually, the boys were
ensnared by their horny fathers, tossed high into the air and transported to
the code-coloured bed.  When all
three had been securely held down by their fathers, their loin cloths were
ripped off to a great roar from the crowd and their small bodies pawed and
molested for their benefit.  Their small hard dicks were wanked, their
nut-sized testicles groped and their tight little buns pointed at the
audience and parted - the view of their love-tunnels immediately appearing
on the video screens for all to see.  The boys were planted firmly on the
bed facing their fathers who dramatically tore off their loin cloths
revealing the huge dripping erections.  The crowd roared its approval and
shouts of 'Fuck the little bastards!' and 'Rape their boy-cunts!' and 'Go
on, dads, fucking give it to them!' punctuating the applause.

The men stood up on the beds and the four sons were forced to their knees
and made to suck their fathers' cocks and lick their big hairy balls,
exaggerating the pleasure it was giving them and appearing to throw the boys
about more than they actually were. The crowd loved it. Then, pretending to
notice one another for the first time, the fathers gazed at each other and
their sons. After a few moments, the black dad offered his boy to the
oriental and the white man did the same to the Arab, each thanking the other
enthusiastically.  They greedily groped and molested their new 'sons',
bouncing the boys on the beds and sitting on their faces, pretending to
spank the boys if they didn't come up to scratch.  The boys were all
exchanged again for another man-boy cock-sucking and arse-licking session
before the final change when the fathers licked out their new 'sons', and,
to the ever-lasting delight of the audience, shoved their raging cocks
straight up the little sons' boy-cunts.  The roar that greeted this almost
lifted the roof.  The men vigorously buggered the boys on all fours, placing
themselves in the most advantageous position for the camera to see their
cocks pile-driving in and out of the tight, young fuck-tunnels, images
spread across the screens.  Finally, the boys were flipped over on to their
tummies for a last good shagging, their legs spread right over their heads
each side of their ears.  One at a time, each father then pulled out his
prick and masturbated all over his boy's face and chest.  As each spunk-up
subsided, the next father shot his load.  Each orgasm was caught by the
camera and shown to all on the screens allowing everyone to see each cum in
huge and glorious detail.  The crowds approval reached an ear-splitting
crescendo with the final spunk-up.  Each boy was then returned to his
natural father, and
together they took a bow and still dripping with sweat and spunk, they left
the stage to wild applause.

Alex returned to the microphone and asked the audience if they were having a
good time.  They bellowed their answer leaving no-one in any doubt.  He then
announced that two different examples of unbridled intergenerational incest
would be presented; the first representing Western family fuck-fun; and the
second an Arab incest orgy from the host country.  He slipped off the stage
himself to play his part in the entertainment.

The house-lights went down and the theatre darkened. A single spot light
identified a large round bed in the middle of the stage, or it could have
been a lawn. Clever stage lighting created an oasis of
green with the gently swaying leaves of trees in the background, fronted
with rose bushes and an herbaceous border in full bloom around the lawn/bed.
  Surtitles enabled the audience to identify it
as an English garden. Throughout the action, they kept the audience informed
of who was who.  A schoolboy sauntered in from the wings wearing grey jacket
and trousers, white shirt and tie in the school colours and a grey cap with
the school badge on it.  The blond, blue-eyed thirteen year old was carrying
a leather satchel.  It was none other than Philip, Alex's very pretty and
horny little son.
Philip sat on the edge of the bed facing the audience and looked furtively
behind him.  He threw his cap and jacket into the wings, opened his satchel
and took out a magazine.  He flicked threw the
pages and began feeling himself.  The image thrown up on to the screens
identified the magazine as containing male porn; mature, hairy-chested men
brandishing big cocks and wide smiles!  A snigger ran round the audience
accompanied by a lot of 'tut, tutting'.  Philip became more and more excited
as he lusted after the men in the pictures.  He unzipped his fly and pulled
out his little hard schoolboy dick and started to wank.  A minute or two
later he stood up and pulled his trousers and underpants down to his ankles
to give himself more wanking room and masturbated ostentatiously with his
legs open, affording the audience the best possible view of his hairless 5"
dick and tight
smooth nuts.  So absorbed was he in his fantasies of being had by these
handsome hunks that he failed to hear another handsome hunk enter: his
father!  Alex, upon seeing his son vigorously masturbating over a porn
magazine, feigned outrage.  He strode up to the boy, snatched the
magazine, looked at it for a few seconds and pretended to be disgusted. He
grabbed Philip by the scruff of the neck, sat on the bed and put the naughty
little boy over his knee.  Philip put up a good struggle, his arms and legs
flailing, but his father was too powerful and began administering a sound
spanking to the cheers of the crowd.  After a few strokes, he began feeling
the boy up with his other hand and discovered his small hard erection, which
he immediately displayed to the audience who hooted their approval.  He
spanked and wanked his son for a few minutes, then, overcome with lust,
dragged the boy to his feet, forced him to his knees on the floor and stood
in front of him, facing the audience.  He unzipped his suit trousers and
hauled out his hard cock which he proceeded to slap around Philip's face
before forcing it down his throat to a roar of appreciation from the
audience.  He then proceeded to energetically face fuck his horny pervert of
a son.  But he too was to engrossed in his perverted pleasure to notice the
arrival of two identical adults.  Philip's twin uncles, Luke and Mark had
dropped by, and, getting no response at the door, had just walked in.  Luke
was in his policeman's uniform and his twin brother was dressed in tight
black leather.  They stood for a while, transfixed by the sight of their
older brother face-fucking their cute little nephew.  They fondled their
growing cocks as they watched the lust-inducing spectacle before moving
forward in the hope of joining in.  On seeing them, Alex beckoned them over
to participate.  He lifted Philip up on his knees on to the bed and turned
his round to face his uncles, who were standing with their backs to the
audience.  Alex ripped off the boy's remaining clothes, pushed his face into
Luke's bulging crotch and thrust his tongue up his young son's arse.  While
Luke forced is nephew to gnaw at his cock through his uniform and then get
his big fuck stick out, Alex got his boy-cunt all wet and opened up for his
daddy-cock that we intended thrusting up him at the earliest opportunity.
Mark got his own cock out and wanked it while he masturbated his young
nephew's still hard prickled and fondled his little balls.  Satisfied that
Philip was ready, Alex forced his daddy-cock up his son with one long, firm
thrust to prolonged applause from the excited fathers in the hall and making
his son gag on his uncle's cock. A strategically placed camera positioned
directly above them allowed the audience to see every millimetre of Alex's
dick slide up Philip arsehole.

Now Philip knew he was in for a hard shagging that evening and had taken
precautions to be fit for it.  That morning he had tried to find one of his
family to 'prime' him by putting their big cock up him and fucking him for a
while.  But everyone was too busy with the last minute arrangements.
Reluctantly, he had wandered off to the back of the WIC site where all the
workman's mobile huts and workshops were located.  As the project was
nearing completion, most of them were deserted and the site was being
cleared up for the coming festivities. But as Philip cast his eyes across
the hot sandy site, he noticed a man in uniform leaning on his motor cycle
and smoking a cheroot.  Walking nearer he thought he recognised the
policeman, for that is what he was. A few paces closer and he was absolutely
certain it was one of the traffic cops who had peered into the car when he
and his father had stopped on the roadside between Safi and Zagora while
driving south some months ago for a roadside fuck with the chauffeur.  His
cock hardened as he remembered the vigorous fucking the lean, handsome
thirty-five year old had given him with his muscular hairy chest, thick cock
and low-slung balls.  He approached the cop who started, and then smiled a
smile of recognition.  He winked and rubbed his crotch.  This was just what
Philip was looking for, and the bored policeman.  He beamed in response and
walked across, placing his hand on the policemen's bulging crotch.  Philip
then nodded his head towards a near-by empty hut.  There is no language
barrier when horny man meets horny boy!  They quickly went inside and found
it empty except for a long work-bench along one side.  Philip soon had the
cop's cock out and down his throat while he wriggled out of his shorts and
kicked off his sandals.  He stood up, whipped off his t shirt and turned
round, offering his tight and well-greased boy-cunt to the horny policeman.
He knew exactly what to do with that.  He lifted Philip up and placed his
feet on a wooden strut that connected the workbench's legs, some six inches
off the ground.  This place the boy's arsehole at the perfect height to be
fucked.  Then, just as he had done in the back of the car in that dusty, hot
lay-by, he momentarily placed his cock at the entrance to Philip's willing
hole then rammed it straight up and immediately started to fuck him with
vigour and determination. It wasn't subtle but it was just what both of them
needed.  A hot fuck.  Holding Philip down over the bench he forcefully
buggered him for several minutes and then shot several days' worth of his
spunk up the cute little Western rectum.  Philip decided to save his load of
boy-cum for the evening, so clambered off the bench as the policeman tucked
his spent cock back into his trousers.  They gave each other an appreciative
hug and then slipped out of the hut.  Philip then felt able to take whatever
the evening threw at him.

Thus he was ready for his father's assault on his rear end.  His twin uncles
took their turns fucking Philip's face while their big brother slammed into
his tight young boy-cunt .  At the back of the hall, the policeman stood by
a closed door on security duty watching the action and stroking his cock
through his trousers.  It suddenly occurred to him that the English boy
probably still had his spunk inside him.  In fact, it was acting a lubricant
for the kid's own father to fuck him.  This made his prick buck in his
pants, and the material turned a dark brown as precum soaked through from
his leaking cock to the outside.  He had good reason to thank this little
Western bum-slut and his father.  Since that chance encounter on the
highway, he had put his own eleven year old son to his cock with thrilling
results.  The boy was getting to be a good cock-sucker and would soon be
able to take his dad up his virgin arse.  He smiled as he thought of his
cute little son on his knees between his father's legs, and that soon his
eight year old son could join in, and it wouldn't be too long before his six
year old son would be ready to be trained to satisfy his father's cock.  So
he had a good ten years of incest fun with his three sons, and then there
were his younger brothers' kids...

He was startled out of his reverie by a fourth adult who emerged from the
dimness of the wings and watched the family orgy, fondling his own
substantial fuck-meat in his trousers.  Philip's grandfather had called
round to see his son, Alex, and was gratified to see all three of his sons
continuing the tradition of boy-fucking, all obviously engrossed with his
sweet young grandson.  He got out his thick eight inch cock and moved
towards the rutting group.  On spying him, Alex immediately deferred to his
father, allowing the fit fifty-five year old to mount the boy, easing his
cock right up the tight, moist boy-pussy.  He let the audience know how much
pleasure his grandson's cunt was giving him. All four men then gave their
boy a thoroughly good fucking in the
arse and mouth, egged on by the two men not in his mouth and arse (and a
thousand dads in the theatre) who stood by masturbating their cummy cocks
into his cute choirboy face.  Finally, they laid him on his back on the bed
and formed a wanking semi-circle facing the audience.  One by one, with a
great shout (to alert the cameraman) they shot their loads of family spunk
all over the little tyke who continued to wank himself throughout.  Finally,
as Philip' grandfather poured his manly
seed over him, he shot his own spray of little-boy spunk high up on his
chest where it mixed with the incest spunk donated by his generous
relatives. All was broadcast in enormous detail across the screens, and, it
should not be forgotten, over the internet to hundreds of thousands of
incest lovers the world over.  His hair, face and chest were dripping with
cum and the cameras lingered over his cum-soaked little body to the obvious
enjoyment of the crowd.  The show ended with all the participants linking
hands and taking a bow, after which Alex swept the fruit of his loins up
into his strong arms and carried the boy off stage to rapturous applause.

Everyone in the audience was now very excited and thoroughly sexually
aroused.  But they had one more act to see before they could give vent to
their own lust.  After a short break, the stage lights dimmed and five
shadowy figures could just be discerned crossing the stage from the wings to
the bed.  As the lights came up five boys and young man could be seen lying
on their backs, a foot or so apart from one another.  They were all naked
and masturbating their hard cocks very slowly.  The surtitles informed the
audience that they were brothers aged, 21, 17, 14, 11 and 8. They were
arranged in order of age: the oldest on stage left; the youngest on stage
right.  A round of applause greeted this new tableau.  The brothers
continued to masturbate for a few minutes, gradually getting more animated.
Then the oldest brother stretched out his hand a took over wanking his
brother's cock, and the youngest did the same to masturbate his eleven year
old brother's cock; the fourteen year old continued to work on his own boy
meat.  After a few minutes a spot light identified a huge figure in white
leave the wings and cross to within a few feet of the bed. The surtitles
announced the arrival of 'the brothers' father'.  This very tall, broad
figure faced the audience and without a flicker of emotion crossing his
stern, bearded face, he opened his robe and exposed the biggest erect cock
most people in the hall had ever seen - except on a donkey.  A gasp escaped
many lips when the huge organ was displayed on the video screens.  This was
none other than Mustafa, the forty-five year old man-mountain with a thick
10 inch cock, Philip had 'auditioned' for a job in the computer plant.  It
was then that Alex had decided he must play a part in the inaugural ceremony
with his sons.  He was thrilled when the man and his sons agreed to
participate and even more delighted to discover he had a fifth son, aged
eight, who had been erroneously identified on the application form as a
girl.  Alex then planned this idyll in dad-son and brotherly incest.

The family had immediately gone into training on their father's command.  It
was the perfect opportunity for him to have sex with his boys, something he
had been contemplating for a long time.  He knew that all the boys had
messed around with one another but didn't know how far it had gone.  As his
sons grew older and hornier they used their younger siblings to satisfy
their teenage lust.  Thus apart from the oldest son, all had sucked and
wanked their older brothers' cocks at some time, and there had been some
fucking too.  So the boys were not entirely innocent!  Mustafa gathered all
five together and announced that from then on they would meet together at
least three
times each week for sex training.  He was extremely blunt about it and the
boys looked embarrassed and shocked.  They were even more so when he opened
his robe and exposed himself to them, showing his fully erect 10 inches.  It
was longer and thicker than his youngest son's arm from the elbow to the
wrist.  Each son was made in turn to kiss and caress it.  They were then
ordered to strip naked and Mustafa fondled each of his son's cocks in turn
until they were all, reluctantly and red-
facedly, hard.  The boys were next told to fondle and masturbate one another
and they began to get genuinely into the family sex scene.  Their father
presided over the action masturbating his own prick as he watched the boys
he had put together for his own gratification.  He particularly enjoyed
watching his two eldest sons molest and fondle the tiny little hard cocks of
the two youngest and seeing the little boys try to suck their big brothers'
cocks.  He rubbed his cock between the middle son's legs while he watched
them.  He got the older boys to try fucking their little brothers and
realised that with a little training the two youngsters would soon be ready
to take the two oldests' cocks. Working up from the smallest cock to the
largest, he gradually got the boys opened up, a process enjoyed by all.  So
training sessions were eagerly looked forward to and ended with a huge
family spunk up, the father and older sons cumming over the youngest who had
been taught how to bring themselves to dry but thrilling orgasms while being
showered with copious amounts of incest spunk.  Mustafa himself provided a
large proportion of the cum from his massive heavy balls.  Over the weeks,
they all loosened up and thoroughly enjoyed themselves, trying out different
positions and combinations and learning to use their mouths, cocks and
boy-cunts for the maximum pleasure. Mustafa decided his cock was too big for
the youngest boys to take during the scene they were to play in the opening
ceremony.  But they could manage their big brothers' dicks, so Mustafa
struck a bargain with the fourteen year old middle son.  In return for being
the first to fuck spunk into his two younger brothers, he would allow his
dad to fuck him on stage.  So the middle son fucked his younger brothers
while his two older brothers fucked him to open him up for his father, who
directed and advised the circle of rutting boys while stroking his cock.
Eventually the older boys would give way to their father and watch him ease
his great fuck canon up their little brother's stretched boy-cunt while they
took over fucking the two youngsters' tiny, tight boy-pussies.  By the time
the great day arrived, the three youngest boys' fuck-tunnels were ready,
willing and able to take the cocks assigned to them and eager to show off
their expertise.

So Mustafa moved to centre stage in front of the bed.  His sons formed a
semi-circle at his feet and each reverently paid their respects to their
father's massive cock.  They kissed and fondled his large,
heavy balls and those who could, tried to suck the huge cockhead - the
younger boys just licked it and ran their tongues up and down the shaft.
The family then retired to the bed.  Mustafa placed his
fourteen year old son in the middle of the bed and arranged the eight year
old behind him.  He then guided the little boy's stiff two inch cock into
his older brother's fuck hole and ordered him to fuck.
The little kid bucked away at his brother while the others stood wanking
their cocks.  Then he was told to move over and give way to the eleven year
old who slid his 3.5 inches into his sibling.  After
a few minutes, he was made to give way to the seventeen year old brother and
his 7 inch cock.  It was obvious from the sequence what was going to happen,
but the audience couldn't believe it could continue.  Was the slim, pretty
fourteen year old really going to take his dad's monstrous 10 inches up his
boy-cunt?!  Sure enough, he soon gave way to the oldest brother and his
fatter 7 inch dick, who gave him the most vigorous buggering so far.  As he
did so, Mustafa placed the seventeen year old behind the eight year old,
stage right of the two other rutting brothers, and ordered them to fuck.
The lights and cameras highlighted and transmitted the moment when the
little boy took his big brother's cock and started to fuck him.  He then
placed his eleven year old son on the other side and ordered his eldest son
to withdraw from the fourteen year old and shag his eleven year old brother.
  Once again, this was all caught on camera for the transfixed audience, in
the hall and abroad.  Satisfied that the two pairs of brothers were happily
banging away, he climbed up on the bed and crouched behind the trembling
fourteen year old.  Clamping his hands on his young son's hips, he drew the
boy towards him and eased his colossal cock up the tight, juicy boy-pussy.
The audience gasped in disbelief as more and more of the gigantic cum-canon
disappeared up the tiny rectum.  Those near the front, craned forward to
see.  Others looked up to the video screens, mouths open, as the camera
zoomed in to show just the cock and boy-cunt.  The screen then split, still
showing the penetration but also the faces of father and son, contorted with
lust and concentration.  Soon all three couples were fucking quite hard, the
youngsters sitting back on the big family cocks that were sliding in and out
of their boy-cunts.  The fuckers would wank their fuckees hard, hairless
little cocks as they rode them to the delight of the audience who all began
to clap in unison when the fuckers achieved a common rhythm.    The youngest
boys started to whimper and wriggle on the end of their brothers' cocks as
they rode them to dry orgasms, buggering them harder as they cried out.

The audience yelled out encouragement.  'Fuck them harder, boys!  Give them
a good shagging!  Bring the little wankers off!  Fuck 'em raw!'  And such
like.

The brothers obliged and brought the boys to a series of orgasms that had
them squealing with pleasure.  The audience cheered as they saw on the
screen, big cocks plunging in and out of the smooth hairless rectums, faces
contorted with pleasure and tiny little cocklets being rubbed red.  Suddenly
the seventeen year old pulled out of his eight year old brother, turned him
on to his tummy and shot his load of brotherly cum all over the boy's face
and neck.  A great roar went up from the crowd.  His older brother took the
cue and did the same to his eleven year old sibling, bathing him in white
ribbons of spunk.  Each spunk-up was relayed on to the screens and around
the world.  Finally, Mustafa, still energetically riding his fourteen year
old son, withdrew his mighty weapon and unleashed a flood of pearly cum all
over his exhausted son's back, butt and boy-cunt.  A tremendous cheer
greeted the eruption.  And who knows how much spunk was released around the
world at that moment!   Few had ever seen such a huge cock make so much
spunk.  It seemed to go on for hours, as volley after volley of the
silver-white sperm left the father to anoint the son.  All three younger
boys lay panting on the bed, wreathed in incest spunk.  The audience
continued to cheer wildly as the three men gathered up their fuck-partners
in their arms and swept them off the stage.

It took some minutes for the uproar to die down during which the bed was
removed and Alex returned to the stage and approached the audience.


To be continued in Part 2 when the incest orgy begins in earnest.