Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 19:14:42 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: English Boy 4 - Gay incest (Father/son)

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

This chapter follows on from earlier ones which set the scene and introduce
the characters.  It graphically describes sexual acts between family
members which are pure invention - though grounded in personal experience
and wishful thinking.  It is an adult's story for adults - some 'disguised'
as minors - and is, I repeat, a fantasy.
  It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings, and it is not the
author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors.  So if
such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you
live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further.

I welcome comments, observations, and suggestions to which I will gladly
reply, and am happy to hear from those who enjoyed the story and have
similar tastes.  Sincere thanks to all those who responded so
enthusiastically, not to say personally and graphically, to previous
chapters - they were most gratifying, in a variety of ways!
philip255@hotmail.com



Chapter Four: Philip finds a vegetable but his daddy steals his cherry!

Sex lessons with dad were put on hold for the next two days, as he had some
important clients visiting from the Middle East.  He was away early in the
morning, and not back until midnight, usually the worse for wear.
Entertaining these businessmen was part of the package.  So other than a
kiss and cuddle, I had to be content with my own right hand.  The Arabs
were to leave from London Heathrow in the early evening on the third day,
and dad promised he would be back in time for our last night together - my
mother was due back the following evening.

When I got home from school, I made supper.  Because of my parents'
unconventional lifestyle, I had learnt to fend for myself from an early
age, and was by the age of thirteen, no mean cook.  I prepared a
ratatouille that could accompany various cold meats we had in the fridge,
and noticed how smooth and seductive Mediterranean vegetables are.  Glossy
red and green peppers, long fat purple aubergines, and sleek penile
courgettes [zucchini].  I found myself idly fondling a particularly fine
courgette, and placed it back on the vegetable rack while I prepared the
rest of the ingredients.  After supper, I did my homework, watched
television, and went to bed around 9.30.  I could smell my dad on the
bedding which was both comforting and erotic.  There must be loads of our
dried spunk on the sheet, I thought, and made a mental note to change the
bedding in the morning before my mother got home.  My hand drifted
absent-mindedly towards my stiffening cock.  I tried to resist the
temptation to wank off as dad might want some action when he got home, but
my little nuts ached for release.  I fantasised about dad's cock, and what
it would feel like inside me, pressing against my rectum and easing its way
up my virgin arsehole.

'My dad's cock is big and my arsehole is small', was my first conclusion.
It will hurt until I get used to it.  But what if I could find a way to
loosen up my hole?  Then I thought of that sleek green courgette.  The
perfect shape if not quite as thick as dad's dick!  I threw off the duvet
and trotted downstairs to the kitchen.  I retrieved the courgette from the
vegetable rack and was just about to go back upstairs when I wondered about
something to help slide it up my bumhole.  Opening the fridge door, my eyes
alighted upon a tub of olive oil-based margarine.  "Great! Spreads straight
from the fridge!" I thought, and then noticed an open bottle of white wine
with the cork replaced in it the neck.  The bottle was about a third full.
I wasn't particularly into alcohol but the anaesthetic effects might be
useful.

I scampered back upstairs with my booty, and proceeded to fondle the
courgette, placing it against my own stiff pricklet.  The courgette was
bigger, which was depressing.  I slid it between my legs and stroked my
balls with the blunt round end.  Enjoying the sensation, I placed pushed it
against my arsehole and teased the magic ring with it, slowly prodding it
back and forth.  Yes, that felt good.  I was in control so I could push it
as hard or as softly as was pleasurable.  Peeling the lid of the margarine,
I greased the shaft of the courgette - a curiously erotic experience - took
a swig of wine from the bottle, and thrust the lucky vegetable up my virgin
arse.  I was a little too enthusiastic, and made myself squawk, but the
instant of pain gave way to a flush of pleasure - so I repeated the
movement.  Soon, the first inch of the courgette was firmly lodged in my
rectum, and I no longer pulled it all the way out before reintroducing it.
I kept in more and more until three or four inches were buried deep inside
me.  The burning sensation was amazing and I couldn't help but massage my
achingly stiff cock as I twisted the fortunate vegetable inside me. I
practised clenching and unclenching my anal muscles round it, pretending it
was dad's cock.

Then I whipped the courgette out and liberally smeared it with more
margarine.  This time I slid a good five inches of the green fucker
straight up my arse.  It hit my prostate gland and I squealed with
pleasure.  This was sensational!  I did it again, and again, and again,
while I wanked my prick.  Then an unbearable ache at the base of my cock
heralded an uncontrollable orgasm.  Quickly, I scrambled to the floor, fell
on my knees, shoved the courgette back up my arse and wedged it against the
rug covered floorboards, and bounced up and down while I furiously wanked
my prick.  I fucked myself for just a few seconds before rockets of white
spunk shot out of my cock and high into the air.  I screamed and yelled
with agony and ecstasy as I released my load, bearing down ever harder on
the thick hard mini-marrow.

Breathless, I gingerly removed the courgette, wincing as my arsehole
slammed shut behind it.  I clambered back into bed, my head reeling.  If
that's what it is like with just an inanimate vegetable what must it be
like with a real man-cock that shoots spunk in your arse!  I placed the
beloved vegetable on the bedside table beside the margarine and the wine.
I took another deep swig from the bottle and lay back on the pillow,
intending to clear it all away in a minute.

The next thing I knew was dad coming into the bedroom, obviously a little
drunk.  Glancing at the clock-radio, I saw it was nearly eleven o'clock.  I
must have fallen asleep for two hours.  Dad crossed the room, sat on the
edge of the bed and stroked my hair.  "How's my little boy," he said,
slurring his words slightly.  "Has daddy been neglecting you?  Have you had
to play with yourself, baby?"

Then his eyes alighted on the courgette, margarine and wine.  My heart
sank.
  This was going to be so embarrassing!  Putting two and two together, a
broad smile crossed his lips.

"You horny little bugger!  Not even the vegetables are safe now!  You've
been shagging a courgette - or rather, the courgette's been shagging you!"
He dissolved into raucous laughter.

"Leave it out, dad" I pleaded, " I was only ..., well experimenting."

But dad was incorrigible.  "Have you been tossing yourself off with a
marrow up your arse?" he asked hooting with laughter.

""Hi, Alex, how's that son of yours?  Has he found himself a girlfriend
yet?" "No, but he's having a meaningful relationship with a courgette!""
(Dad enjoyed putting on funny voices), and fell about laughing again.

"Give over, dad," I said, beginning to get annoyed, "I was only sort of
practising."

"You mean, it's not serious!" he said, pulling himself together, and added
seriously, "Does your little green friend have a name?" and he degenerated
into giggles. (My dad only giggles when he's drunk!)  I was beginning to
feel very angry and humiliated.

"Kevin the Courgette!" he guffawed loudly, climbed on the bed and started
searching around me under the duvet.

"What are you doing?" I asked in an irritated voice, suspecting a trap.

"Just seeing if there are any more organic toys hidden around here.  Colin
the Carrot, Pablo the Parsnip, Eddie the Aubergine, Bobby the Beet(root)
..."  and yet again, he doubled up with laughter overcome with his own wit.

"Shut up will you! I've had enough of this!" I yelled petulantly.

"My boy doesn't like girls but he's got a crush on a cucumber!" he could
barely articulate the last few words for laughing, "I'll think twice before
asking you to toss the salad!" he added with a belly laugh.

"Right, that's it!" I said tearfully, "I'm sleeping in the spare room!" and
scrambled out of bed with as much dignity as I could muster.  "Wouldn't you
prefer the vegetable rack?" he countered, tears of laughter streaming down
his face.

A look as black as thunder crossed my face, and I flounced towards the
door.
  He caught my flaying arm and swung me back, the force of my attempted
exit throwing me round on the bed.  He lay down beside me, and stroked my
cheeks, flushed with indignation.

"I'm sorry, little one.  I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.  Can't you
see the funny side to it?"  I grudgingly relented, and let him wriggle his
hand under the duvet and between my legs.

"So I guess you're all nicely greased up, if you've been working that thing
up your arse.  Did you like it?  Did it feel good?  Did you give Kevin a
good time?"

A glare from me stifled a snigger.

"Are you ready for the real thing?"  he suggested with lip smacking lust.

He kissed my face and bit my neck as he spoke, his breath smelt of whiskey
and cigars.  A furtive grope between his legs showed his 'lustometer' was
rising rapidly.
  Then he spoiled it: "Or would you rather stick with Kevin?  Sorry,
sorry," he added quickly before I could react.

To make amends he set about fondling and caressing my silky young body with
his rough hands under the bedclothes.  Slowly they crept up my leg, and
fondle my genitals.  I had begun to notice how much this turned him on.
Big, bad, daddy molests sweet, innocent, but naughty little boy.  It
excited me, too.  In the dim lamp light, I imagined him as a rough,
handsome burglar who had broken in to have his wicked way with me!  We
kissed passionately and his rough hands pawed at my flesh.  He grunted with
lust and wriggled out of his jacket and shoes.  He was getting really
horny, and pressed me hard against the bed as his bristly lips and chin
ground into my face.

Throwing back the duvet, he turned on the bedside lamp and feasted his eyes
on my naked body.  Placing a hand on each breast he drew them slowly down
my chest to my hips before letting them meet in between my thighs.  He
pushed my legs apart and poked his fingers under my balls and up towards my
arsehole.  Rubbing my crack, his face took on that mask of lust I was
beginning to recognise.

"You're beautiful.  Why did I leave it so long?  I should have had you
months ago," he growled, to himself not to me, "And now I have to take
second place to a fucking vegetable.  Sit up!" he ordered and knelt on the
bed facing me as I propped myself up against the bed-head.

"Get my cock out and suck it".

I didn't answer but grabbed his bulging crotch and pulled down the zip.  I
could tell he wasn't in the mood for subtlety so I got straight to
business.  I craned over and planted my mouth firmly on his cock head and
starting sucking enthusiastically.

"Oh you dirty, horny, sexy, cock-sucking little bitch!" he yelled as I
assaulted his weapon, "I'll give you such a servicing, yes, such a fucking
servicing!"

He wrenched off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt allowing my hands to
travel up and around his hairy chest, one moment tweaking his nipples, the
next massaging his balls.  I excited a particularly violent response when I
caressed the line between his balls and arsehole, and the swollen urethra
at the base of his sturdy prick.

Yanking my head off his cock by the hair, he swung me round and greeted my
smooth virgin arse with lip smacking lust.  I grabbed the bed-head for
support as he took my buttocks in his hands and squeezed them several
times.  I felt something hard, warm and wet pressed into my crack and rub
up and down.  A lascivious moan escape my dad's lips and he slapped my arse
cheeks, not enough to hurt, but sending a thrilling tingle through my
entire body.

"Fucking hell, what a cute little arse", he hissed between teethed gritted
with desire.

I began to get a bit nervous as he handled me more roughly, his pelvic
thrusts increasing in power and rapidity.

"I don't think I'm ready for this yet, dad," I whimpered, suddenly aware
that the courgette was no match for my father's penis; he was far thicker.
"Sure you are son, you're perfect for it!" he replied, "You're all nicely
primed for the real thing.  Your daddy's cock!"

Then grabbing the margarine off the bedside table he slapped a glob of it
right into my arsehole and worked it in.  The force of his rough hand in my
rectum made me jump but not as much as the two fingers that followed it,
pushing deep into my anus.

"OW, dad, not so rough, please!  You said we'd wait a bit!"

He smeared his cock with some more margarine then his left hand travelled
round to my stomach and dived down to my cock and balls.  He rubbed them
with the grease while he worked the two fingers further inside me.  I
moaned and squirmed with pleasure and pain, hardly knowing which was which.
Bending over, he whispered savagely in my ear, "Daddy's little cock-slave,
Daddy's little boy-cock slut!  Daddy's going to make you his boy once and
forever.  He's going to give you something you'll never forget!"

"No, dad, I'm not ready for it, please!" I begged, "You said not yet, and
not like this.  I can't!"

But I knew I had lost.  He had crossed that point of self-control, and
could no longer resist his lust.  I had seen it in his face before, but he
had always managed to pull back.  Not now, the drink had washed away his
inhibitions.  He was going to take me by force on a tidal wave of lust.

"It's okay," he panted, "just relax and do as I say.  Hang on to the
bed-head. I'm going to fuck you!"

I gripped the brass bed rail until my knuckles whitened as I felt his hard
thick meat nudge my arse.

"Try and relax your arse," he said quickly, and thrust his cock against my
anal muscles.

"Ow!" I yelled, "it's too big, dad.  It won't go.  Please, don't!".

"It will, son, it will, just relax.  Imagine your having a shit!  It'll go,
believe me, it'll fucking go in!"

He tried once more, thrusting hard into my rectum.  I screamed.  He cursed,
his lust rising in proportion to his frustration.  I jumped up and tried to
make a run for it.  But he was far too fast for me.

"Oh no you don't!  Come here and be fucked.  Let your daddy shag you!"

Grabbing me by the scruff of the neck, he threw me down, back on to the
bed, facing the wall, and pinned me down with his strong arms.  Taking
something from the side table, he wrapped his left arm tightly round my
waist, planted his cockhead against my arsehole, and jabbed something into
the tendons at the back of my knee.  I yelped as the pain made my tendons
tense and my arse muscles relax, laying my arsehole open to the mercy of
his rampant prick.  My dad's cock needed no second chance.  His cockhead
plunged into my virgin arse.  A second scream was cut off by a hairy paw
being clamped over my mouth, and with much grunting and heaving he eased
the shaft of his cock further into my arse.

"Oh, fucking hell," he growled as he quickened his pace: up a bit then back
a little until he was well embedded inside my anus.

"I can't, dad, I can't!  It hurts!  You're too fucking big!  Take it out,
please! Take it out!" I begged.

"You can and you fucking will! Now shut up and enjoy it! Fucking hell, this
is unbelievable, fucking unbelievable!"

I writhed and squirmed as the pain of the invasion took over my whole
being.
  I knew he wasn't going to stop until he had cum inside me.  I could only
hope it would be quick.  Nothing would stop him now.  Nothing could stop
him from violating me.

"Keep still and wank your cock, it'll help the pain", he gasped, "It won't
take me long to shoot!"

I dragged my mind away from the pain, and, hanging on to the bed-head with
one hand I fondled my soft cock with the other.  I could think of nothing
but cock, the rampaging ramrod assaulting my innards.  My mind's eye was as
filled with the vision of my father's rampant manhood as was my arsehole.
Like a great tree, it drove my arse walls apart.  Back and forth I was
thrown as he gave vent to his uncontrollable lust.  I desperately got my
prick to some degree of rigidity and tried to wank it.  The result was to
convert some of the soreness into pleasure, and my pummelled rectum began
to establish a rhythmic relationship with my father's rapine organ.

"Yes, that's it, son, you're beginning to get the hang of it!  You're your
daddy' fuck-slave!  His special spunk baby! I'm going to cum very soon, cum
in your little virgin arse.  Oh, yes, I'm going to pump you full of your
daddy's man-spunk!"

He rapidly increased his rutting pace, his balls slapping into my arse.  I
tried to keep up by lashing my own prick but the vehemence of his fucking
was throwing me around so much it put me off my stroke.  I was completely
at his mercy.  He suddenly stopped fucking, his engorged penis expanded in
my bowels, then the famous momentary pause that heralded the opening of his
sperm gates.  With a great roar he thrust his cock deep inside me and
released his fatherly load into my bruised and battered young arse.

"Oh, Yes, spunk baby, you're mine now, you're truly fucking mine!"

I squirmed at the depth of penetration as his cock met my prostate,
screaming behind the hand that still blocked my mouth.  Seven slowly
subsiding waves of spunk flew into me, bathing and anointing me inside with
my father's seed.  Suddenly, it was all over.  He released his grip,
breathing heavily.  I flopped on to the bed head and tried to gather my
thoughts.  Slowly he withdrew his cock, carefully extracting the head, but
my arse slammed shut behind it.  I yelped.  There was a cavern where my
arsehole had been and I could still feel the rhythm of his fucking, like
the sensation of being on a ferry that stays with you for days after the
voyage has ended.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking me by the shoulders and turning me round.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and glancing up briefly, I saw the concern
etched on his face, his animal lust spent.  My head fell on to his chest
and I began to weep quietly.  He wrapped me in a warm embrace and tenderly
rocked me to and fro.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he chanted quietly, "I
just lost it; it must have been the whisky.  Hang on, hang on tight, baby
boy, it'll all be all right."

A few moments later my tears subsided, and I found myself nuzzling and
kissing the neck of the man who had just violated me.  He was my protector
and rock again.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"What do you think, having that great fat thing shoved up me!" I replied
indignantly, and I managed a smile.

He stroked and kissed and held me before suggesting two things: a wank and
a bath.

"They'll both help relieve the tension and ease the soreness in your
arsehole."

"But its gone midnight!" I protested.

"It doesn't matter.  I don't have to be at the office tomorrow, and I can
phone the school to say you won't be there until the afternoon, so we can
sleep in.  If you like, I'll write a note for you to take to that teacher
you fancy: "I am sorry my son missed school this morning but I shagged the
arse off him last night for the first time, so he has got a sore bum and
can hardly walk".  Will that do?"

I giggled at the thought of my teacher's face as he read it.

Placing me between his legs - he still had his trousers on! - he tenderly
worked my cock until it was stiff then handed it over to me to wank.  He
stroked my stomach and fondled my balls.  As I got more excited the pain in
my arse turned to a peculiar kind of searing pleasure.  I felt as if my
whole nether regions were on fire and began to huff and blow.

"Feels good, doesn't it?  I told you.  Now think of your daddy's big prick
that's just been up you.  I bet you can still feel it inside, can't you,
thrusting backwards and forwards, up and down, in and out.  Daddy's big
knob that you've sucked on so much.  And he's filled you full of spunk, his
strong daddy spunk, gallons of it, shot up your tight little arse.  Daddy
took you by force because he couldn't keep his hands off you any longer.
He had to have you, to make you his own, his cock and arse slave.  Yes, he
fucked you full of daddy cum, forcing it up you.  Now you belong to him
properly and he wants you to cum for him.  You're going to shoot your load
high in the air like your daddy shot it up your arse.  So there's a good
boy, cum for daddy, the daddy that just shagged you, cum for daddy!"

As I approached the climax my whole body began to shake.  The areas around
my arse and genitals were so highly sensitised I could hardly bear it.  I
was almost afraid of cumming, I knew it was going to be the most shattering
orgasm I had ever had.  I hesitated.

"Go on, go for it, cum for daddy, shoot your fucking load, cum for daddy!"
he urged and with a wild yell, I shot the biggest load of sperm higher than
I had ever imagined.

My puny body was wracked with indescribable pleasure that lasted for
seconds and the tremors only slowly subsided.  I was seriously shocked with
the violence of it, my prick and balls felt as if they might explode at any
moment.  My dad held me very tight throughout as I writhed and squirmed in
his arms.

"That was amazing!" I gasped.

"Yes," he smiled, "there's nothing like getting well fucked to improve the
strength of your orgasm - so I'm told!  Now for a bath."

With the spending of my load, the soreness in my arse return, but the warm
water soothed it, and my dad put some salve on which cooled it.  But before
I got in my bath, dad asked me to indulge one of his 'little perversions'.

"You're just one big pervert," I said cheekily.

"Are you complaining?" he said, salaciously his rubbing rough face around
my lips and fondling my tired, empty balls. Before I got into the bath he
told me to bend over and spread my cheeks.  "Don't panic, I'm not going to
fuck you again - yet!"  He produced his camera and took several pictures of
my newly buggered arsehole, "A momento for your lost virginity.  Perhaps we
could have them framed and hung in the lounge!"

It was two o'clock before we got back to bed.  Dad gave me a glass of
cognac 'to steady my nerves'.

"Seriously, are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, I feel a bit shaken, though.  But tomorrow I'll go to school with my
dad's spunk in my arse."

The brandy was doing its work, suffusing me with a warm glow and generating
a little euphoria.

"I shouldn't have done it; not so soon; not so forcefully.  Do you forgive
me?" he said seriously.  I turned over, kissed him, and held on to him as
if my life depended on it.

"Just one more thing," he said seriously, "Who do you prefer, me or Kevin?"
I tried to grab his ears as he dived under the bedclothes.  I decided not
to grace the question with a reply.

I snuggled back into his arms and we held each other for some time.  Then
he rolled me over, clamped a protective arm around my waist, kissed my neck
and I drifted into a deep sleep.

We woke up late the next morning; me with a sore arse, and dad with a
guilty conscience!  He immediately asked me how I was, and groped my
testicles.  I took his cock in my hand and languorously began to wank him.
We were both in the mood for slow and gentle sex.  After a while he said,
"It's no good, I've got to have a piss", and got out of bed.

"Can I hold it, dad, while you do it?" I asked suddenly, thinking of the
pleasure of feeling him piss against me the other night.

"You little pervert, he replied, "if you like."

I trotted after him to the shower, and knelt at his feet and started
wanking my cock with my face only inches from his semi-hard prick.  Taking
his dick in his right hand he slowly let forth a stream of golden piss.  I
half closed my eyes as he aimed it across my face then down on to my chest
and stomach, and on to my prick, washing off the precum that was collecting
on the head as I vigorously wanked.  There was just enough piss left for
him to spray it across my cheeks, and I shot my load on the shower room
floor as he emptied his bladder, the firm, warm stream against my face
bringing me to a climax.

I took his dripping cock in my mouth and sucked him fully hard, tasting the
last few bitter drops of piss.  The precum replaced the piss as I worked on
his cockhead with my tongue and massaged his balls.  Eventually, he lifted
me up by the hair and turned me round.

"I want to shoot right in your arse crack," he said.

I got down on my haunches, my head between my ankles and my arse pointing
straight up in the air.  Looking up through my legs I could see my dad
whipping his prick to a climax, the familiar lustful snarl on his lips.
When he came to the usual pause before emission, he bent his knees,
supported himself with his left hand on my back, and placed his cock
between my cheeks aiming directly at my hole.  Grunting obscenities under
his breath, I waited for the splash of his warm spunk on my boy-cunt which
was still smarting from last night's onslaught.  His aim was good.  The
first jet was a bull's eye, straight into my buggered hole, so was the
second.  The third and fourth loads he wanked on to my arse cheeks, and let
the last waves drip down to join the rivers of cum slowly making their way
down my buttocks.  He rubbed his fresh spunk all over my arse with his
cock, and teased my hole with his knob end open to let in a little of
today's vintage to join last night's ample load.  I winced slightly as he
touched my raw rectum.  He wiped his prick up and down a few times then
hauled me round on my knees and stuffed it in my mouth for a clean-up job.
I licked and sucked it clean while fondling his heavy empty balls.  He
sighed contentedly, drew me to my feet and kissed me tenderly before we
showered together and got on with the rest of the day.

This was to be our last sex session for the time being, and he warned me to
be discreet in front of my mother and other people.  He said not to take
offence if he was a bit cold towards me, as he had been before we got it
together.  We didn't want to arouse suspicions.  But he promised there
would be more fun between us as he had lots more to teach me!

"Be patient, and whenever you wank your cock, think of your handsome horny
daddy, and how he took your virginity."

I didn't need any encouragement in that department!  My dad was my
conquering hero, my ravisher and seducer.  From now on my life was centred
on his cock, and I had to have regular supplies of his daddy-cum to sustain
me.  I wanted to live forever between his virile thighs with his
spunk-filled balls.

To be continued in Chapter Five: 'Daddy teaches me to Ride'