Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 15:24:16 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 5 (Father/son incest)

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 Five:  Daddy teaches me to Ride!


The next few days were difficult, trying to return to normality after so
much (s)excitement.  I tried to behave casually around the house as did my
dad.  But every so often our eyes would meet, and he would wink at me and I
would blush.  I had taken to tip-toeing about and listening in on my
parent's conversations to find out what was going on.  As I passed by the
kitchen on my way to the lounge, I heard my mother say she thought I was
unusually quiet these days.

"He's probably got sex on his mind," my father replied, baiting her.  "Not
everyone's got a mind like a sewer," she snapped, "Besides, he's only a
child."

"He's growing up faster than you think," responded my dad, "Even if he does
only look eleven.  I'm sure I heard him wanking the other day."

"Oh, really, do you have to be so crude.  I'd expect a normal father to
have a serious talk with his son about the facts of life.  But you'd be
like a sleazy old bull in a china shop, frightening him to death and
putting the boy off sex for life!" she snapped.

"Do you think so?" he said, disingenuously, pretending to be hurt by her
remarks, "I can be quite tactful and refined when I want to be."

"Huh!" she snorted dismissively, "As refined as petrol!  Look, I have to go
to Brussels next week for three days, will you be around, or our we sending
Philip to my parents?"

"When are you going?" he asked.  "Wednesday, probably flying back Friday
night or Saturday morning," she replied.

"Perfect. I'm off tomorrow but coming back on Wednesday."  (At that moment
he decided to cut his trip short in order to be at home alone with me.)

"You're not normally enthusiastic about looking after him?"

"Well, he's growing up now and isn't as much trouble.  No mucky nappies to
change!  We can start doing father-son man-type things together."

"Ha!" she laughed, "Two useless lumps of misdirected testosterone
cluttering up the place!  That's all I need.  Give me strength!  But you
may be right about him growing up.  I changed his bed yesterday, it stank
like a bear pit."

( I winced.  I'd meant to do that before she got back.  All that sweat and
spunk dad and I must have spilled on it!).

"Sheets stiff with dried sperm, were they?  I told you he spent all his
spare time tossing."  I blushed to hear him speaking so outrageously just
to offend my mother's sensibilities.

"You are disgusting!  Don't you ever let me hear you using language like
that in front of him."  "Okay, I'll keep it for your parent's dinner
parties," he suggested mischievously.

With that he fled the kitchen just in time to avoid a large apple that had
been shied in his direction.  I scampered into the lounge and pretended I
hadn't heard anything.

Later that evening my mother retired to the bathroom for a long soak.  My
father beckoned me into the kitchen.  Whispering, he told me about the
arrangements for the following week (which I already knew) and said,

"Look, I know we said we wouldn't do anything while your mother was in the
house, but I'm bursting to cum.  Suck me off while she is in the bath."

I didn't need a second invitation.  In seconds, I was on my knees
scrabbling to get both our cocks out.  I gnawed and sucked on his meat as
if the world was about to end.  The nervous frenzy of the situation really
excited me and my dad, too.  He quickly shot a big load of spunk into my
mouth, and I swallowed every drop, trying to suck more out of it as I
wanked myself to orgasm and came over the kitchen floor.

"I really needed that!" he sighed as I wiped up my mess.  "Now listen,
don't toss yourself off after Sunday.  I know it will be hard to resist,
but I want you to save it until I get home on Wednesday.  I've got a plan
which I think you'll like," he said mysteriously.

The weekend passed quite quickly but Monday and Tuesday seemed endless -
and I couldn't even have a consolatory wank to pass the time and relief the
tension.  Each time my cock stiffened the temptation to masturbate grew.
Eventually, Wednesday arrived, and my cock and balls ached for relief..  I
dashed out of school to find my dad waiting to pick me up.  Climbing into
the car I could see he was as horny as me.  His dick was making a tent pole
in his trousers.

"Dad, you're dick's as stiff as a board!" I exclaimed as we drove off down
the road.

"Don't tell everyone or you'll get trampled to death in the stampede!" he
joked.

I stretched my hand out to fondle it.

"Just treat it gently, or the fucking thing will explode in your hands.  I
haven't cum since Sunday, have you?"

"No dad," I replied honestly, "But it's been really hard."

"I'll bet," he laughed, "But relief is at hand in the form of your daddy's
cock!" he said smiling..

We went straight upstairs to my bedroom when we got in.  After kissing and
cuddling effusively, he stripped me and hungrily pawed my body.  I stripped
him and fondled his rock solid prick.  We were both oozing precum that fell
in beads down our legs.

"How's your arsehole?" he asked bluntly - never one for subtlety.  "It's
fine now, but I don't know if I can take another ramming like the other
night," I said nervously.

"That's okay you won't have to.  Now here's what we're going to do."

He lay down in the middle of the bed up against the bed head with two
pillows under his back, raising him to about 45%.  He took a big glob of
jelly and lubricated his rampant prick - resisting the urge to shoot his
load.  Leading me by the hand, he got me to kneel across his waist, his
cock level with my arsehole.  He squeezed a big blob of lubricant into his
hand, and slapped it into my ring, working it right up the crack with his
fingers.  I moaned nervously.

"It's all right, son.  I'm going to wrap my hand round my prick and you're
going to sit on it just as hard and deep as you want.  You'll be in control
and my hand will stop it ramming into you further than you can cope with.
Try it!  Just lower yourself down and wank your cock as you do it, and see
how it goes."

Tentatively, I lowered my arse until it met his cock head which I then felt
nudge my ring.  I hesitated to let it tease my arsehole.  It felt really
good as I wanked my cock, and feeling braver, I let it in further, pulling
up, then sitting back harder. Suddenly, the head plopped inside eliciting a
squawk from me, and a contented sigh from my dad.  Continuing to rise and
fall, I fell into a rhythm, riding up and down on my daddy's cock, getting
it further and further inside me with every movement.  I started to get
really excited and quickened my pace, as more and more of my dad's cock
disappeared up me.

"That's it!  There's a good boy.  You're getting the hang of it!  That
feels so fucking good.  What a tight little arsehole my horny son's got!"

Then I felt the top of his fist brush my arse cheeks and knew I had taken
about 4" of thick daddy cock.  Secure in the knowledge that all 8" wouldn't
suddenly be thrust inside me, I began to really ride his cock.  This was
brilliant!  I leant forward and ran my hands through my daddy's hairy chest
and tweaked his nipples.  It was great!  I could feast on his gorgeous
virile body, and look him straight in the eye as I rode him.  I bounced up
and down higher and deeper on his hot pulsating prick.  The cockhead
emerged and slammed back in as I grew wilder and wilder.  I shrieked with
pleasure and pain.  This was the hottest, horniest sex I could ever
imagine, and I was riding my dad's cock like a veteran.  Suddenly, my
father moved his fist further down his prick, and as I bore down, I felt
another inch thrust deep into my bowels.  Once again, I howled with the
delicious agony of being filled with my father's penis.

"I'm going to cum inside you, little one, I can't fucking hold it much
longer," he rasped, that familiar lustful curl on his lip.

"Oh cum daddy, please cum inside me," I pleaded, "Shoot your fucking great
load right up my arse!  It's wonderful.  I can hardly bear it.  It feels so
fucking good.  I want all your spunk inside me.  Fuck me, daddy, fuck me,
please, fuck me full of daddy spunk!"

I felt my daddy wank the shaft of his prick under my arse.  His cock
expanded, pushing my arsewalls even further apart, and a thick white wave
of his semen boiled up from his heavy, spunk-filled balls.  This was too
much.

"Daddy, daddy!  I can't bear it!  I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!" I
screamed as streams of spunk shot uncontrollably out of my prick high in
the air, coming to earth on my daddy's face and neck.  A split second later
his flood gates opened in my arse and four days' worth of pent-up daddy
spunk exploded inside me.

"I can feel it hit me inside!" I yelled ecstatically, as my own cock
launched its second wave.  My dad removed another finger from around his
dick allowing a further inch to be thrust inside me.  I squealed with
pleasure and shot another little load on to my dad's chest.  We both came
to a shuddering halt.

"That was fucking brilliant!" I repeated with disbelief.

He laughed, "I thought you'd like that.  Do you think you'll be able to
take all your dad's dick in time?"

"You bet, you fucking bet.  That was magic!  That's the best wank I've ever
had; it was almost too painful to shoot my load!  And I've got a massive
load of your spunk right up inside me.  I felt it shoot out of your dick
into my arse.  It was amazing!  I felt your spunk splash against my arse
walls!"  My boyish enthusiasm made him laugh.

He pulled my head forward and placed a lingering kiss on my lips, his
slowly softening cock still inside me.  I loved being able to look my daddy
full in the face as we both came together.  I felt so close to him, part of
him.

"It might be a bit painful when you lift yourself off," warned my dad.

"I'm not going to.  I want it to stay there.  I want it inside me for
ever!"  I replied firmly.

I was adamant.  I needed him inside me.  "I'm not sure that's very
practicable," he replied with mock solemnity, "Besides, you wouldn't have
the pleasure of feeling it enter you each time we fucked if it was there
permanently!"

He had a point here, and, anyway, my legs were getting cramp.  I raised
myself up and gingerly lifted my arse off my daddy's dick.  Slowly he
withdrew it, and with a plop that made me squawk, his knob reappeared,
bright red and flecked with sperm.

"Oh, dad, that was fantastic," I said breathlessly, and snuggled up beside
him, my left hand placed on his chest, his left arm protectively wrapped
around my shoulders.  He held me tight and kissed my head.

"You're a very clever little boy.  Your daddy's very proud of you."

"I feel as if I really belong to you now, dad, I'm really yours, and I've
got a really big load of your cum inside me.  I can still feel you inside
me".

"Not too sore then?"

"Just a bit, but it was worth it.  And I know how to do it now.  Riding my
daddy's cock!"

"There'll be no holding you now, you little nympho, you'll be shagging your
daddy to a shadow!"

"That'll be the day!  Who started all this, you old pervert?"

"Hey, less of the 'old', have some respect for your elders!"

With that he rolled on top of me and pinned my arms and legs to the bed.  I
loved the weight of his body on me and the rasp of his stubble and body fur
against my sensitive young skin.  I held him tight, and felt my cock stir
between us.

"Dad, I think I might be up for seconds later," I said.

"Then we had better get something to eat to build up our strength and
stamina.  What have I started!" he mused.

To be continued in Chapter 6 `Dad's Lad takes it All'

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