Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 17:57:53 -0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 24 'Peter's Story' (gay incest M/b)

The following chapter is a story of pure invention.  It is an adult's
fantasy for adults and reflects the author's fantasy of regressing back to
adolescence with the sexual experience and knowledge accrued as an adult.
It is emphatically not the author's intention to incite, commend or promote
incest or sex with minors which can cause life-long damage.  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.

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Chapter 24 'Peter's Story'

Discovering what my cousin, Philip, and his older friend, Leroy, were
getting up to, had sent my mind into orbit.  I don't know exactly why I had
followed them in the first place.  We didn't mix much at school but seeing
them furtively slip of alone and then meet up in the arboretum aroused my
curiosity.  I couldn't see much the first time as I was crouching down
several metres behind them.  It was dark under the trees, they were
partially hidden in the rhododendron bushes and I daren't get too close.
But when Philip sank to his knees, opened Leroy's grey school trousers and
buried his face in his crotch I knew he must be putting the big black boy's
penis in his mouth.  I mind reeled, but as Philip's head moved backwards
and forwards and Leroy's hips matched the rhythm, I found my own cock
getting hard.  My hand travelled unconsciously towards it and, as if it had
a life of its own, extracted my throbbing little dick from my tight school
trousers and started to rub it.  I had been wanking for several weeks and
had recently had my first orgasm, so I knew what it was all about.  I had
heard stories and jokes about gobbling, blowing and giving head but hadn't
given much thought to the actual mechanics of it.  Now here I was watching
my own 13 year old cousin sucking off his 17 year old friend!

For a couple of minutes I watched and wanked, then, to my astonishment,
Philip stood up, pushed his trousers to his ankles, swung round, braced
himself against the tree-trunk and spread his arse for Leroy to fuck him.
My mind went into overdrive and my cock throbbed as Leroy moved in behind
Philip who gave a short squawk as Leroy shoved his big black dick up him.
Then they began to fuck like rabbits on viagra! I wished I could see more,
but all I could make out were Leroy's buttocks frantically moving back and
forth; the force of his thrusting made the tree shake.  I could just hear
Philip whispering,

"Yea, Leroy, fuck my arse!  Shove your big, black dick up my arsehole.
Pump me full of black man's spunk!  Fucking give it to me!"

"I sure fucking will," replied Leroy, breathlessly, "I love your tight,
white boy-cunt!  I'm gonna shag you senseless.  Grip my cock with your
arse-ring!  Yea, that's it!  I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming, NOW!"

He thrust his hips forward and I knew he was unloading his bollocks in
Philip's arse.  They both moaned loudly and Philip wanked his prick
furiously until he shot his spunk down the tree-trunk.  I felt my own cum
rising and sprayed my spunk all over the grass.  Then I quickly pushed my
dick back inside my trousers and crept quietly out of the trees.

I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day.  Every time I
passed a teacher or an older boy, I found myself checking out their
groins. I soon learned on which side they dressed and assessed the size of
their cocks and balls by the size of the bulge.  I even stared at my dad's
crotch when he came home from work in his policeman's uniform and noticed a
large, heavy-looking bulge.  He must have seen me because he winked and
raised his eyebrows.  I blushed and retired to my bedroom where I spent
most of the night going over and over in my mind what I had witnessed in
the bushes - and wanking my little cock 'til it was sore.

I kept a close eye on Philip and Leroy for the next few days, so when they
headed for the bushes a couple of days later, I discreetly followed them
again. This time I found myself a better vantage point from the side where
I would get a better view of the proceedings.  It followed the same
pattern.  Philip went down on Leroy for a few minutes before he took him up
his arse.  I got a bird's eye view of Leroy's thick, black dick which made
me as horny as hell, and I was soon wanking off in the same rhythm as
Philip's sucking.  I crept a bit closer when Philip bent over and spread
his arse, my eyes glued to Leroy's prick as he eased it up my cousin's
hole. They rutted like animals for several minutes then a grunt announced
the arrival of Leroy's spunk up Philip's arse. I brought myself off and
couldn't suppress a moan which is what alerted them to my unwelcome
presence.

I tried to make myself decent, spunk running through my fingers and
staining my trousers, but they were on me before I could get away.  Leroy
grabbed me but Philip said he would handle it and sent Leroy away.  Philip
made me promise not to tell anyone what I had seen - I wouldn't have done,
anyway - and said I should speak to my dad if I was worried or had any
questions.  He would talk to me again on Sunday afternoon when our families
got together.  I thought he was mad.  Me, talking to my dad, a police
officer, about two boys fucking in the schools grounds!  No way!

Once again, I spent the rest of the day trying to get straight in my mind
what I had seen.  I was shocked but also unbelievably aroused and kept
wondering what it felt like to feel and suck cock - big cock!  And take it
up the arse!  It must really hurt, except Philip took Leroy's big, black
dick with no problems and seemed to really love it!

I made my way home after school, my eyes at crotch level.  I discovered
that a surprising number of men had big bulges in their trousers and I
found myself wondering what their cocks looked like and how big they were.
I wanted to fondle their crotches, pull down their zips, extract their
cocks and stroke them until they were fully hard and ready to cum.

My mother and sister were out for the evening so I was alone until dad got
home around 7 o'clock.  My eyes travelled immediately to his groin as he
took off his tunic, rolled up his shirt-sleeves and loosened his tie.
Sitting down on the couch, he bade me sit next to him.

"I want a word with you, young man," he said knowingly and I perched beside
him on the edge of the couch. He was a fairly strict father but I had never
been frightened of him.  Now I was curiously nervous and found it difficult
to meet his gaze.  I settled for fixing my eyes on his crotch.  This was
not a good idea.  I instantly and inexplicably became sexually aroused and
blushed which merely announced the fact.  Dad sat back, his arms stretched
along the back of the couch and his legs open.  The ample bulge between
them seemed to be more pronounced.  I could not tear my eyes away from it.
It seemed to be winking at me and dad made no effort to conceal what I
assumed was an imprisoned erection.

"I understand you have witnessed some extra-curricula activities at
school," he began enigmatically.  Before I had had a chance to translate
this, he went on, "I think we need to talk about it."

I lifted my eyes to his but couldn't hold his gaze.  Turning crimson, I
focused on his strong arms, covered with black hair and the chest hair
peeping out over his opened shirt collar.  It was at that point that I
realised I found my father irresistibly sexually attractive.  I
unconsciously moved to adjust my hard little penis which was trapped
uncomfortably in my underpants.

"I know what you saw.  Philip told me." He continued, "And unless I am very
much mistake, you found it all rather, er, stimulating.  Is that so?"

I was so embarrassed, I said nothing, but nodded meekly, staring back at
his crotch.

He leaned forward and put his right arm around my shoulders.  A sudden
tremor went through my body.  He kneaded my right shoulder with his
powerful hand and then caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.  I
ached to throw myself into his arms, but sat paralysed and speechless.

"It's all right," he whispered, "I understand what your going through, but
it has to be your decision."

My mind was in turmoil.  What did he mean? 'It has to be your decision'.
He couldn't possibly know that over the past few days I had begun to lust
after my own father!  It was horrific, obscene, perverted - but true and
deliciously wicked.

I looked up.  He was leaning back against the couch again, his arms
outstretched, his legs open.  He seemed to be almost thrusting his crotch
forward.  I was sure the contents had grown since the last time I had dared
glance at it.

"It's okay," he said softly again, "If you want it, go for it.  This is
just you and me.  But I won't force you.  You have to make the first move
yourself."

This time he did casually brush his hand against his well-filled groin,
just in case I had missed the obvious.

Incredulous at my own audacity, I stretched out my trembling hands and
placed my left on my father's right upper thigh and my right on his crotch.
I tried to swallow but my throat was try.  My whole body was shaking with
fear and lust.  What the hell was I doing?  Where would it all lead?  But
their was no going back.  Slowly my hand descended upon his fulsome crotch
and gingerly grasped the contents.  He placed his heavy, hairy hand on mine
and pressed down.

"Oh, yes, " he sighed, "There's a good, brave boy!  I knew you wanted your
daddy's cock!  And you can have as much as you like. Daddy will give you
all the cock you can handle, but let's take it slowly."

He sat forward and taking my head in his hands kissed me solemnly and
firmly on the lips.  An unexpected moan of pleasure escaped my lips as I
felt the roughness of his stubble and the heat of his breath. The musky
aroma of his masculinity excited me.  He placed his left hand on top of
mine and, again, pressed it firmly into his groin and I felt the hard
outline of his cock.  He too was trembling with suppressed excitement.  He
pulled me towards him and reached between my legs with his right hand,
fondling my testicles and squeezing my hard little cock between his thumb
and forefingers.

"A hard little cocklet!  My boy's got the hots for his daddy, hasn't he?
Daddy's going to teach you all he knows and we are going to have some
wonderful times together.  We continued to fondle each other's cocks and
our kissing became more passionate, until daddy broke away and said,
smiling,

"I think it is time for a little game of 'I'll show you mine if you'll show
me yours'.  You'll soon be thirteen and ready for big boys' games!"

Slowly, he unzipped his trousers and opened the gap.  He fished around in
his underwear and then, very deliberately, pulled out a thick, hard cock,
the firm purple-red cock head wet with precum.  He took my hand and curled
my fingers around the shaft.  It was warm, firm and throbbing with
life-force; it pulsated in my hand.  I gazed at it, speechless, mesmerised.
The first hard cock I had ever held and the first I had seen clearly.  And
it was my father's!  My own father's!  The cock that gave me life!  I
didn't know whether to laugh or cry or fall down and worship it.

"This is what your daddy made you with.  This is where you started life,"
he said quietly as he hauled out a pair of heavy hairy balls.  "What do you
think of your daddy's cock, then?  What do you think of his big, hairy,
spunk-filled balls!"

The sight of my father's genitals, his hard, throbbing penis; his heavy,
hairy balls made me light headed.  I thought I was going to faint.  His
filthy talk echoed around my brain and I found myself sinking to my knees
between his legs.  Drawn like a magnet to his magnificent cock which he
brandished in his hand, my mouth moved inexorably towards it.  It was not
in my power to resist.  He released his cock and I wrapped my small hand
tightly around it, and, thinking of Philip sucking Leroy's meat, I lowered
my open mouth over the brazen cockhead.

Dad took off his tie and opened his shirt, exposing his muscular chest and
stomach, covered with thick black hair.  I ran my fingers through his pubic
hair and up on to his stomach, clawing gently at his torso.  Sticking out
my tongue, I licked the end of his cock.  Momentarily, a transparent thread
of precum linked his cockhead with the tip of my tongue before I took his
cockhead into my mouth.  We both sighed with pleasure.  For the very first
time in my young life, I tasted cock, man-cock, my daddy's cock.  It was
awesome.  My eyes half-closed, I gripped his cock tightly and sucked hard.

Dad moaned, "Oh you good little boy!  Daddy's own little cock-sucker. Does
it taste good?  Do you like your daddy's cock?  I've waited all your life
for you to wrap your lips around my daddy-dick!"

I slurped away inexpertly until dad suddenly lifted my head off his cock by
the hair.

"I'm nearly cumming and I haven't seen what you've got to offer yet.  Stand
up."

I stood up and dad immediately unfastened by school trousers.  He briefly
tweaked my little cocklet that was making a tent in them.  He undid the zip
and my trousers fell to the floor.  Lifting my shirt out of the way, he
slid his strong, hairy hand inside my briefs and fondled my smooth
genitals.  A strange growling sound emanated from his throat as he gently
squeezed and teased my little nuts.  Withdrawing his hand, he slid my pants
down to my ankles and closely examined my 4" stiff cocklet that sprang out
to meet him.

"What a beautiful little boy cock," he said to himself, working my dick
between his thumb and forefingers with his right hand and cradling my
smooth, hairless balls with his left.

The touch of his strong, masculine hands on my tender testicles was almost
too much to bear.  I had to place my hands on his shoulders to support
myself for fear of falling over.  He masturbated me for several minutes
until small beads of precum oozed from my cock- slit. I placed my right
hand round his cock and we slowly masturbated each other.  Father and son:
lost in a world of unimaginable erotic, forbidden pleasure.  While he
wanked me, his other hand roamed all over my soft, silken-smooth young
body.  I shivered at the touch of his rough, manly hands.  He turned me
round and ran his hands over my firm white buttocks, then he bent me over
and gently he prized them apart.  He stared right up at my smooth hairless
boy-cunt and stood up.  Bending his legs, I felt him take his cock in his
hand and brush it up and down my arse crack.

"That is so fucking beautiful.  My own son's smooth, young virgin
boy-pussy!"

He slapped his prick against my arsecheeks and then pushed his cockhead
between them until it met my arse-gate.  He teased my anal ring several
times.  I moaned audibly, both excited and afraid.  Would he lose control
and rape me?  Would he fill me full of daddy- cock and fuck me full of
man-spunk in a few frenzied seconds, making me his forever? I half-hoped he
would go for it.  We were intoxicated with lust for one another.

Breathing heavily, he whispered, "I'll have that!  Oh yes, I'll have that,
but not today.  No, we'll save that for a special occasion, soon, but not
yet!  It's mine for the taking, how I choose and when I choose."

Mustering all his self-control, he sighed deeply and resisted the urge to
have his way with me there and then.  He then wrapped his arms tightly
around my waist and rubbed his cock back and forth between my thighs.  A
wet path of precum lubricated the path from my arsehole to my scrotum.  His
breath was hot; he chewed my ears and bit the back of my neck

"My own little boy.  My own horny little boy. My cock-son.  My spunk-bunny.
Spunk of my spunk!" he murmured.

Then he sat down again and turned me round to face him.  He was smiling.

"I think we both need to cum before we explode!  Do you feel ready to taste
your daddy's spunk or do you want to see me shoot?  All young sons want to
see how big their daddy's dick is and how much spunk he makes.  I make a
lot of spunk!  I haven't cum for four days."

"Both!" I replied without thinking.

Dad laughed, "Well, you are following in the family tradition, that's for
sure!"

He laid a hand on my head, indicating I should kneel between his thighs.
He took my head firmly in his hands and pushed it down on his cock which
was dripping precum on to the carpet.  Once it was firmly lodged inside, he
began slowly and deliberately fucking my mouth.  I gagged a bit until I got
the measure of it and then learned to swirl my tongue around each time he
pulled back and use my teeth lightly to nibble the end.

"Oh yes!  A natural little cock-sucker!  A genuine eager-beaver dad-cock
sucking son- slut!", he incanted as I conscientiously serviced his family
fuck stick to the best of my limited ability.

"That's it, son.  Keep sucking, keep sucking and daddy will reward you soon
with a big load of daddy-cream that'll make you grow big and strong.  Eat
daddy's cock like a good son-slave and swallow his incest-sauce!"

After a few minutes, I felt his cock expand in my mouth, pushing my cheeks
even further apart.  I knew he was about to cum and braced myself.

"Here he cums, son!  Here he fucking cums!  Daddy's about to blow his load!
Are you ready to take daddy's spunk!"

Then there was a momentary pause before all hell broke loose.

"YES!!" he bellowed, "Take your dad's spunk!  I'm fucking cumming!  I'm
fucking shooting in my boy's mouth!  YES!!"

I hung on to dad's cock with one hand and with the other, dug my fingers
into his thigh to support myself as his swollen cock bucked in my mouth.
At the last minute my courage failed and I tried to drag my mouth off the
pulsating organ, but dad was having none of it.  He grabbed my firmly
between his powerful hands and forced it back over his spunking cock.  I
felt a flash-flood of spunk surge up from his balls and gush into my mouth,
hitting the back of my throat with some force.  I snorted and gagged but he
held my head over his spunking cock until my mouth was full of his warm
semen.  If I wanted to breathe I had to swallow.  Dad stroked my throat
with the back of his hand in downward motions forcing me to swallow
involuntarily and gulp down his daddy-cum.  I tasted the salty sweetness of
my father's semen for the very first - but not the last - time.  Before he
had finished cumming, he whipped his prick out of my mouth and shot the
last few streams of spunk into my face.  It splashed across my nose and
cheeks and ran down to my mouth and chin.  I licked my lips.

"Good Boy!  You're a very good boy," he gasped, "Not many boys suck off
their dad and swallow his spunk on the first encounter.  You're like a
cousin, Philip, a natural little cock-sucker! Now it's your turn."

Dad wiped his glistening prick around my spunk-streaked face and playfully
smacked me with it a few times.  Then he lifted me up, sat me on his knee
and started wanking my hard little boy-penis.  Waves of pleasure wracked my
young body.

"Cum for daddy, there's a good boy.  Cum for daddy.  Think of that big
daddy-cock you've just sucked off.  Can you still taste daddy's spunk in
your mouth?  Can you?  Can you feel daddy's throbbing knob filling your
cock-hungry little mouth?  Shoot your spunk!  Shoot your boy-spunk for
daddy!  Daddy's new little cock-slave"

He held me tightly round the waist and increased the speed of his wanking
until I felt a powerful wave rise up from my balls and surge up my cock.  I
yelled and writhed in his arms and daddy thrust his tongue deep down my
throat as he brought me to the most stupendous climax of my life.  My fresh
young spunk shot out high on to my chin and throat, mingling with dad's
that had dripped down from my face.

It took me several minutes to come down to earth.  Dad held me in his
strong arms and kissed me until my breathing returned to normal.  He held
me by the shoulders and looked gravely into my face as our semen slowly
flowed down my chest.  I stretched out my hand and held his heavy, spend
daddy-cock.  He pulled me to him and kissed me firmly on the lips while I
squeezed his cock.  At that moment I never wanted to let go of his cock
ever again.  Soon it would be hard again and ready to shoot more
daddy-spunk.  And I wanted it!  I wanted as much cock and cum as my daddy
could give me.  These fevered thoughts caused my softening cock to perk up
again.  I threw myself into his arms and nuzzled his neck with my face.

"Did you enjoy that, son?" asked dad, fondling my genitals.

"Yes, daddy, yes! Too fucking true!" I gasped, "Can we do it again
sometime, soon, now!" I implored.  "I never want to lose sight of your
cock.  I want to suck it for ever!"

"Well, let's take it step by step, my young cock-son!" he replied with a
laugh, "I know how you feel.  First you want to see your daddy's cock, then
you want to hold it.  Next you want to wank it and see it shoot then you
want to taste you father's spunk.  Soon you'll crave for it to be buried
deep inside you filling you so full of cock it blankets out all other
thoughts.  And you won't be satisfied until I've anointed your bowels with
my daddy-spunk.  That's the only thing that will quench your thirst for
your father's cock!  I know the pattern!  It's been repeated in our family
for centuries.  So there's not just me, but all the family to introduce you
to!  There's more family fuck-sticks, son-stretchers and incest spunk out
there than you have ever dreamt of! We have to keep up the family
tradition."

All this dirty talk was making me horny again.  I slid down between my
father's knees and gobbled his heavy semi-hard cock back into my mouth and
assiduously began to gnaw, chew and suck his mighty cockhead, my eyes
half-closed with concentration.  I was soon rewarded with a stiffening cock
in my mouth, forcing my cheeks apart.  I settled own to some serious
cock-sucking, in the sure and certain knowledge that my father was
preparing another load of incest spunk for me.  I jack-sucked his cock for
some time, taking time out to work my own stiff, sore little prick.  Time
seemed to stand still, but eventually I was rewarded with a smaller but
still substantial load of my father's cum.  The sensation of his cock
expanding in my mouth and the warm liquid erupting down my throat triggered
my own orgasm.  This time I greedily sucked and swallowed his semen.  As
his cock began to soften I refused to let it go.  I lay with my head on his
hairy upper thigh, his cock still firmly lodged in my mouth, and massaged
his heavy, sweaty balls in my left hand.  Dad gently stroked my head and
ran his fingers through my hair.  I was exhausted but in heaven.  Father
and son were truly satisfied - for the moment!

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Continued in Chapter 25 when Philip and his father journey to the Middle
East to sample its erotic pleasures and all is revealed about his father's
audaciously horny new enterprise.  philip255@hotmail.com