Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 08:39:09 GMT From: Philip Burbidge Subject: The English Boy 20 (Gay incest: M/t) This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny adults. It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs and those of most of his male relatives. 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. The 'boys' included in the story throughout are, in fact 'disguised' adults (i.e. me!) who fantasize about regressing to our early teens with what we know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings. 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, especially from those who have similar tastes. Thanks to all who have sent messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts and comments as each new chapter appears. philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 20 'Nothing ventured nothing gained!' Joseph sat down on his bed, dazed, unable to comprehend the scene he had just witnessed. Having left home to buy a special tool he needed for his do-it-yourself project, he found he had left his credit cards behind and returned to find his seventeen year old grandson, Leroy, fucking the shit out of his thirteen year old friend, Philip, on the living room floor. Joseph had opened the front door to be greeted by uninhibited shrieks and squeals of "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Shag me! Fucking give it to me! Yeah, take my big black cock, who little white whore ..." Shocked, he had walked to where the voices were coming from, and stood dumb-founded in the door way. The sight that confronted him would be engraved on his memory for ever. Only feet from him, Philip was lying stark naked on his back across a pouffe and Leroy, holding both of his ankles wide apart above his head and was rogering Philip's small, smooth white arsehole for all he was worth with his thick black prick. He was inhaling something from a small bottle that seemed to increase his lust-crazed shagging. The muscles stood out on his strong calves and thighs as he strained forward, bracing his feet against the floor, to achieve the greatest possible downward thrust into his friend's upturned rectum. Both of them were so totally engrossed in their frenetic fucking they remained completely oblivious to Joseph's presence, and, for what seemed an age - but was probably only a couple of minutes - he was rooted to the spot and unable to speak. What was there to say? His hefty grandson pistoned the boy's hole remorselessly with ever increasing force and speed, his big purple-black balls slapping against the young lad's buttocks. Far from objecting, Philip was gagging for more as he lashed his own prick towards orgasm. Suddenly, he screamed, "I can't hold it back any longer, I'm fucking cumming, Leroy, I'm fucking cumming!" As his words echoed round the room, spunk started to spray wildly from his prick, up on to his face, his chin and across his chest. "Fuck the spunk out of me! Fuck the spunk out of me!" he begged. This triggered Leroy's cock to unleash repeated blasts of cum into his young fuck-buddy's arse. Joseph saw his grandson's buttocks tighten, his back straighten, his bollocks quiver, and his thrusting momentarily cease, before he buried his cock deep inside Philip's bowels - eliciting whoops and squeals of ecstasy. As his head thrashed from side to side, Philip suddenly noticed Joseph standing in the doorway like an open-mouthed statue. "Oh, Shit!" he gasped, again! Following his stare, Leroy eyes alighted upon his grandfather just as he was withdrawing his spent cock from Philip's ravished rectum. Joseph's last memory was of a tableau of two flushed, panting faces turned towards him, his grandson holding Philip's leg in the air with his right hand, his left hand clasping his thick black cock, glistening with his own spunk. He was bent over a little blond white boy splattered with his own semen, and still gripping his redheaded cock. The trance broken, Joseph turned and fled upstairs to his room. Going over and over the vision in his mind, he was unaware that throughout the proceedings his own cock had been rock-hard. Now, he found himself absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch, both appalled and excited by what he had witnessed. He couldn't remember having ever seen another man cum - certainly not since he left school in Jamaica, nearly forty years ago. Sex had never really featured in his life, coming from a strict religious background, and had faded as he and his wife had grown older, and she spent increasingly long periods back home. And here were two youngsters rutting like animals and loving every minute of it! He couldn't stop the flashbacks of his grandson's rampant fucking from filling his fevered imagination. His hand groped in his trousers for his ramrod hard cock, and without realising what he was doing, he began to masturbate vigorously. The thick seven and a half inch staff of uncut black manhood soon produced clear precum on his cockhead which was then whipped into a white foam as he rewound the tape in his head. Each time he recalled the boys' spunk-up, his cock flexed and his balls danced. On the fourth replay, his mind's eye saw Philip's smooth white body spasm as his little cock shot its load high into the air. Joseph released his own copious load, which splashed up on to his shirt and seeped between his fingers down the shaft of his cock. Shaken out of his reverie, Joseph suddenly became aware of what he had done: masturbated over images of his own grandson fucking a young white boy! He was disgusted with himself and rapidly began to clean himself up. But he couldn't rid his mind of the episode, and what was he to do? Should he tell his son Winston, the boy's father? Should he talk to his grandson about the wicked depravity of such things? Or should he simply say nothing and they could all pretend it never happened? He mused over this for the next hour as he tried to summon up the courage to go down stairs. Eventually, he heard the two boys leave the house, and watched them through the window as they walked down the garden path, deep in conversation. No doubt discussing how they were going to tackle the situation, thought Joseph. His cock began to harden again as he watched Philip's spunk-filled arse make its way down the street. They passed a neighbour walking his dog. He could never have guessed that the two schoolboys had just committed an act of unspeakable depravity: one boy filling the other's arse with his spunk. In an ecstasy of disgust, Joseph's hand travelled to his crotch again as his rapidly stiffening cock sought to rehearse the afternoon's events - again. Joseph, of course, was blissfully unaware that his son and grandson had being enjoying a full and active sex life together for several years. Furthermore, both had been shagging young Philip - apart and together - for over a year! The boy loved nothing more than to feel hot black dad and son cock filling his arse and mouth. Philip and Leroy decided the best plan of action was to go back to the police station and tell Winston exactly what had happened and get his advice. "You careless little buggers!" was Winston's immediate response. "Don't say anything to your granddad unless he says something to you. He may raise the subject with me - concerned about your moral welfare," he added with a smile. Winston dropped Philip off at the farm and then he and Leroy went home to face granddad. Joseph was sitting in the living room watching the television when they arrived. He seemed rather withdrawn - perhaps the result of two vigorous wanks! When Leroy went upstairs to his room, Joseph tentatively broached the subject of Leroy and Philip's friendship. There was a four year age gap, was Winston concerned about their spending time together? Aware that his father was 'fishing', he responded that 'boys would be boys' and they seemed to 'enjoy each others' company'. Joseph thought that was an understatement! He blushed as he imagined the pleasure it must have given his grandson fucking senseless the young lad's tight arse. He recalled his own adolescence when his cock was permanently erect, and he had no outlet for his lust, condemned to endless masturbation. He dropped the subject, and tried - unsuccessfully - to push it to the back of his mind. That night, he had difficulty sleeping, tossing and turning - with as much tossing as turning! The boys hatched a plan. They were both convinced, in retrospect, that Joseph had a hard-on as he watched them shag. That opened the possibility of seduction. So they decided that Philip would turn up at the house under the pretence of seeing Leroy who would, of course, be out. This would give Joseph the opportunity of speaking to Philip about what he had seen, and for Philip to pursue it if he detected a twitch in Joseph's crotch! Leroy reluctantly agreed - he had wanted to get hold of his grandfather's cock for some years. But Philip said that man to boy sex was a big enough thing for granddad to come to terms with without introducing him to incest at the same time! So, three days later, Philip visited the house as planned, and on being told by Joseph that Leroy was out, asked if he could come in and wait. Joseph reluctantly agreed. Staring down at the boy he saw a cute little lad in his school uniform that then mutated into a boy, arse in the air with his cock in his hand and spunk over his face - and his grandson's spent prick being pulled out of his hole. He sat down uncomfortably on the sofa, aware that his cock was stiffening rapidly. Philip joined him on the sofa - but left a gap between them - and observed the growing mound in the black man's trousers. He decided to grasp the nettle: "You're thinking about last Friday aren't you?" Joseph blushed and mumbled something unintelligible. "It's okay, we've been doing it for months, and it really turns us on. I don't mind you know." "That was obvious!" replied Joseph, "But it's depraved and perverted! Boys don't do that to each other. You wait 'til you meet a nice girl, get married and ..." As he dried up, his cock got harder and harder and strained in his trousers. "If you think that, why is your cock so hard?" said Philip innocently, seizing the moment and granddad's cock! Granddad jumped three feet into the air but couldn't dislodge the boy's hand from his cock. "You want some of what Leroy was getting, don't you, granddad?" he said nestling up to Joseph and rubbing and squeezing the older man's crotch. No-one had ever touched him there before, and it felt wickedly wonderful. Yes, he did want what his grandson had had. An uncontrollable wave of lust passed through his body as he thought of inserting his cock into the boy's smooth white arse. Philip wasted no time. Unzipping his fly, he plunged his hand inside the black man's trousers and hauled out his throbbing purple-headed cock. It was already wet with anticipation, and, sliding to his knees between Joseph's open legs, he thrust the fat black sausage down his throat and earnestly began to suck. Now Joseph had never been sucked before - nice girls didn't do such things and he wasn't the sort to go to prostitutes - so he had only heard about oral sex. It wasn't long before he realised why people talked about it so enthusiastically. It was incredible! As Philip used his tongue skilfully on the cock-head, and expertly caressed and cajoled the heavy black balls that he had also fished out of granddad's trousers, the upright black man thought he was in heaven. Very soon, Philip felt a surge at the base of the penis, and prepared himself for the cumming storm. As the spunk rose up from Joseph's balls, he withdrew the cock slightly from his mouth and let the first powerful jets of spunk splash against the back of his throat and coat his tongue. Then he deep throated the still shooting cock, taking almost all of it into his young mouth. Joseph writhed and groaned ecstatically as he pumped his spunk into the dirty little white boy. Philip refrained from bringing himself off. If granddad came so much so quickly there would probably be another load available in half an hour or so, which he had every intention of taking up his arse! Joseph collapsed back into the sofa, his empty bollocks nestling under Philip's chin, his softening cock still firmly lodged in the boy's mouth. It had all happened so quickly, he was in a state of shock. "That was unbelievable!" he sighed, "No wonder Leroy spends so much time with you!" Philip continued to work on Joseph's cock, gently licking and sucking the head, occasionally letting his tongue flick teasingly across the piss slit or venture down to nuzzle his balls. Granddad stroked the boy's head, running his fingers through his silky blond hair - all his moral scruples had suddenly left him and flown out of the window. But Philip's brain was still working overtime. He knew that if he could keep Joseph happy for another twenty minutes, giving his balls time to recharge their sperm banks, he could get him sufficiently aroused again and suggest he fucks him. His second orgasm would probably take more time, giving Leroy the chance to burst in and catch his granddad on the job shagging his best friend. Granddad would then have no choice but to let him join in, and Leroy might achieve one of his ambitions: sucking his granddad's cock and watching him spunk! Philip bided his time, idly sucking, stroking, and sweetly tormenting Joseph's long- neglected penis. He let his hands travel up to the black man's chest, gently running his fingers through the coarse, curly hair and tweaking his nipples. Neither of them spoke. Philip didn't want to break the mood or arouse any feelings of guilt that Joseph might harbour. Joseph was trying to come to terms with having been seduced and sucked off by pretty little school boy (who shouldn't know about such things) and who had given him the most exquisite erotic experience of his life. Removing the boy's mouth from his penis seemed pointless now. Besides, it felt so fucking good! Gradually, his cock began to stiffen, and Philip adopted a more active role in pleasuring his best friend's granddad. He insisted upon greater access to Joseph's balls, forcing his tongue beneath them and rubbing it against his scrotum. His hands ranged far and wide across his stomach and chest, gently teasing and testing to find the older man's most sensitive erogenous zones. Eventually, he felt Joseph was aroused enough for the next stage. "Granddad, would you like to do to me what you saw Leroy doing? Would you like to fuck me?" Philip employed all his wide-eyed innocent charm when posing this question Joseph's mind immediately recalled the image of his grandson ferociously fucking the white boy's small, smooth arse. His thoughts concentrated on his throbbing cock-head which was twitching impatiently for action. An unbidden lust-filled growl escaped his throat. He had wondered, fleetingly, at that moment what it would be like to ease his hard cock into that warm, tight hole, and then thrust it backwards and forwards until his cock exploded inside him, filling him with his seed. Joseph didn't reply but allowed the boy to remove his trousers and underpants, which he slipped deftly over his shoes. Meanwhile, Philip pulled down his own tight school trousers that fitted his cute little arse like a glove. Next came his pants. He had taken the precaution of greasing up his arsehole beforehand but had a tube of KY in his pocket in case Joseph's cock was enormous or needed a helping hand. He was careful not to frighten off Joseph and so chose to address him as 'granddad' which he felt was less threatening to the older man, and adopt the role of an innocent but naughty little boy. Turning round, he drew the big black man on to the carpet, bent over the same pouffe on which Leroy had fucked him, and stretched his hand behind him. He quickly located Joseph's rock-hard cock, and guided it towards his boy-cunt. The precum-coated cock- head soon encountered the well-lubricated hole and Philip pushed firmly back on it. The head disappeared up his arse before Joseph had time to think - a deliberate tactic by Philip who assumed the man was an arse-fucking virgin: 'don't give them too much time to think' was the boy's motto when initiating the uninitiated! Joseph moaned as his prick sank into the velvet tunnel, but he hadn't forgotten how to fuck - or nature took over. Joseph quickly found himself thrusting backwards and forwards up the boy's tight little cunt, and Philip matched the ebb and flow of his thrusts. As man-cock and boy-cunt became familiar with each other, Joseph realised he could run the whole length of his black fuck stick up Philip's arse causing him nothing but pleasure, he increased the speed and depth of his ploughing. Soon the two of them were rutting like animals, grunting and moaning as the pursuit of pure sensual pleasure took over. Joseph remembered seeing his grandson buggering the same orifice, which sent a shiver of wicked erotic pleasure through his whole body, and all vestiges of reserve and guilt left him. He felt the decades drop off him as he fucked like a fifteen year old. "Oh, yes, granddad! Fill me, fuck me with your big black manhood!" incanted Philip. He had in fact been more expertly screwed - by Joseph's son and his own dad - but wanted to make the first-timer feel good. "You are a naughty, dirty, depraved little boy! But this feels so good, and you are really gonna get it all!" he growled between gritted teeth. While Joseph was wondering what he had been missing all these years, Philip was enjoying the knowledge that he had been well shagged by both son and grandson, and was now the proud recipient of granddad's cock, three generations of the same family's spunk in his arse! Meanwhile, from outside the living room window that looked on to the garden, every thrust was being monitored by an increasingly horny Leroy. He had made himself scarce so Philip and his granddad could get it together, but had decided to return home early and spy on them. Creeping round to the terrace, he had witnessed his friend's resurrection of granddad's prick after his first orgasm and relished every moment as the little slut had manoeuvred his granddad's cock up his arse. Now they were going at it hammer and tongs, he thought it was time to make his presence known. He didn't want his granddad shooting up his mate until he was there to see it at close quarters, or, better still, have some of his granddad's cum in his own arse or mouth. After all, Joseph was his granddad and he had waited years for this moment; beside, why should that little white slut get all the cock and cum that was going! So Leroy tiptoed round to the front door, his groin throbbing with anticipation and a salacious leer on his face. However, the lust turned to horror and his erection withered in his pants as he rounded the side of the house to see the black cassocked figure of Father Padraig letting himself in with a "Halloo! Anybody in!" Father Padraig was the new assistant priest who had only been with them a few months, brought in to help out the older Father Hugh. Padraig had spent several years as a teacher and missionary in the Caribbean after being ordained, and had recently returned to take up parish duties in England. He was a tall man with dark, almost black curly hair, grey- green dancing eyes and a gentle Irish lilt that make all the old biddies (and some of the men!) at church go weak at the knees. His forbidden status through enforced celibacy added to his attraction in their eyes - they were safe to fantasise. He was known to be more liberal than the old Jesuit-trained priests, but Leroy was sure he wasn't that liberal! The black youth crept through the door after the priest, cursing himself for not replacing the flat battery in the door-bell. At the best of times, Father Padraig had a habit of knocking or ringing and then walking straight in - a legacy of his time abroad spent in more open societies. A single man, he would take himself off to families where the pickings were good, and had taken a liking to granddad's Caribbean cuisine. Horror-struck, Leroy waited for the bomb to burst with bated breath, knowing what the innocent priest was about to witness. Almost the same scene that his grandfather had walked in on only two days ago: young white boy spread-arsed over a pouffe with a big, buck black man shagging his arse like there was no tomorrow! Joseph, who was slightly deaf, was too carried away with his pleasure to have heard the priest enter. Philip, as he was being buffeted backwards and forwards by the force of granddad's thrusting, thought it was Leroy making his planned entrance. "What in God's name ..!." thundered the priest before words failed him and he stood regarding the spectacle before him in utter disbelief. Two heads swung round to the door. "Oh, shit," muttered Philip - again! "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned!" he added - it was the only thing that came into his mind! Joseph froze as if in a trance, his willy withered in Philip's bumhole but there was no hiding what was going on. Enter Leroy. He said afterwards he ought to have done a runner. At the time he was so disappointed at having his prize so nearly in his grasp (for prize read 'granddad's cock!) and then snatched away, that it didn't occur to him. He followed Father Padraig into the room, and watched as his grandfather tried to pull his dick out of Philip's arse without the priest seeing - a futile hope as the priest's eyes were riveted to the focus of the action: Joseph's cock and Philip's arse! Philip thought, "there's no point in pretending. In for a penny in for a pound!" and standing up, made no attempt to hide or cover himself. If the priest had the slightest sexual inclination towards lads, this was the time to test it as there was nothing to lose! He sacheed across the room to the priest, wiggling his cute bubble butt and positively flaunting himself. Padraig stared down at the boy, transfixed by his remarkable ability to display guileless innocence and rampant carnality, which he returned with a guileless innocence. When he reached the priest, he bent down, lifted the cassock over his head and disappeared underneath. It was Leroy's turn now to gasp with disbelief as the audacious young boy clambered up the priest's strong hairy thighs and headed north. Joseph took the opportunity of the priest's distraction to make himself decent, and pushed his cock inside his trousers. It was only then that he noticed his grandson standing in the doorway and his eyes widened. "How much have you seen?" he blurted out before he could keep the words back. "Everything, granddad, but it's okay. I know!" his grandson replied. Once again Joseph's mind was thrown into turmoil. Meanwhile, Philip was making unexpected progress between Father Padraig's legs. Shock had rooted him to the spot, and guided by the intoxicating scent of a man's musky crotch, the little opportunist had reached the priest's boxer shorts and encountered a fulsome pair of bollocks and a semi-tumescent penis! He slid the shorts down and took the stiffening cock into his mouth before the priest had time to object. Padraig breath caught as the young lips enclosed his cock-head, and moaned as his balls felt the gentle caress of the boy's soft hands. Philip was relishing the dark, enclosed world in which he found himself, and ground his mouth down on the unseen piece of forbidden manhood. Padraig's hands went involuntarily to the boy's head which he clasped to steady himself, his hips sliding forward of their own free will to fill the boy's mouth with his cock. He closed his eyes and gave a moan of resignation as the young cocksucker set out to display his whole armoury of oral sex technique. Philip devoted himself to pleasuring the priest, a strong handsome man whom he had always addressed as 'father'. He was thrilled at servicing this strong man, worshipping his rampant cock in the contained safety of his cassock, while enjoying his power over this authoritative figure. The focus of action had changed from the grandfather to the priest. Noting the shift in fortune, Leroy saw his chance and crossed over to his grandfather, who was himself transfixed by Philip's audacity. As Joseph saw the cassock-covered head moving backwards and forwards on the priest's hidden member his own prick began to stir. He was shaken from his reverie by a hand thrust into his still open trousers, which, having been joined by a second, hauled out his hardening cock and recharged balls. He was almost beyond shock, but gasped, "Leroy!" "It's okay, granddad, its okay! Just go with it!" replied his grandson soothingly, as he sank to his knees and, reverently taking his grandfather's cock in his mouth, fulfilled a long-held ambition. He savoured the moment that he inserted his grandfather's penis into his mouth and lavishly wrapped his tongue and lips around it. The two men's incredulous gazes alternated between their own cocks and the other's. The two teenagers employed all their skill to pleasure their men - and diffuse the situation. Philip increased his suction speed and power, one hand wrapped around the thick shaft while the other milked the priest's balls. He occasionally made a foray across Padraig's hairy stomach and up to a nicely furred chest. He was a handsome man from the neck up, but no-one had got to see what his body was like beneath the cassock or vestments which made him seem sexless, or tantalisingly mysterious and unavailable. Philip was an altar boy and had often fantasised of being groped by a dishy priest. It was one of the disappointments in his short life so far that no clergyman had thought him worthy of being 'molested'. He never thought he would be the one to creep under a cassock and fondle a hunky priest's big furry bollocks! Such thoughts made him work harder on his task and he sensed the priest was nearing orgasm. This wasn't incest, but the power and dominance of the priest made him lust after his semen. From what he could hear from under the cloth between the Father's thighs, Leroy had managed to placate and seduce his grandfather. So the two boys concentrated single-mindedly on bringing their men to orgasm. Joseph had the advantage of ten minutes hard shagging, and Leroy could taste his young friend's arse on his granddad's dick. He was spurred on by the thought of tasting granddad's spunk. He felt the older man's cock jump in his mouth, his balls tighten, and then a surge from the base of his prick that heralded the release of his sperm. Leroy braced himself and pulled the grand-paternal penis an inch or so out from his throat. The cock bucked and shot a thick necklace of white granddad spunk against the back of his grandson's mouth, some covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He slammed the rest of the cock down his throat and Joseph howled with the agony and ecstasy as more waves of spunk rocketed out of the piss slit deep inside his grandson who swallowed it greedily. The yell made Padraig open his eyes and he saw the big black man releasing his load down his grandson's throat. The rasp of the boy's tongue across his own cock-head opened the floodgates of his own untapped reservoir of spunk. Philip felt the priest's balls tighten and his cock stiffen, and happily guzzled the cascade of virgin cum that spurted into his eager young mouth. He gulped and swallowed as he tried to keep up with priest's spunk production. The two men continued to shoot until their bollocks were drained. Joseph sank back on the sofa, bemused and emotionally and sexually exhausted. Leroy rested his head on his grandfather's knee, but still kept his cock in his mouth. Philip eventually emerged from beneath the priest's cassock, and remained kneeling at his feet looking beatifically up at him, splashes of drying cum streaking his face. The two men stared down incredulous at their seducers wondering how on earth they had got into this situation. This was the scene that greeted Winston as he entered the room. "Well, it seems you've all been getting to know each other while I've been hard at work!" he said, obviously amused by the looks of horror on the two men's faces. "Good evening, Father. Will you be staying for supper? I'm sure dad can rustle up something tasty when he's taken his cock out of my son's mouth!" Having been frozen with shock, the scene sped forward as if a video had been moved from 'hold' to 'fast forward'. Joseph thrust his prick back into his trousers and tried, belatedly, to make himself decent. Father Padraig rearranged his cassock and stepped back from Philip who had settled at his feet. It was all too much for the priest, who muttered something about getting back for confessions, and fled past Winston into the street where he had parked his car. Philip thought the family needed time to sort themselves out - it was obviously 'confession time' for all three of them - so he made his excuses and left. ************************************************************************ To be continued in Chapter 21 when preparations for the new family enterprise take shape and Father Padraig's own confessions have surprising consequences! Comments and suggestions welcome - especially from any clergy who find my stories entertaining: philip255@hotmail.com