Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 14:17:16 +0000 From: Philip Burbidge Subject: English Boy 32 (Gay incest: M/t) This story, as with previous chapters, is pure invention, an adult's fantasy for adults reflecting the author's fantasy of regressing back to adolescence with the sexual experience and knowledge accrued as an adult. Real boys do not think and act as I depict them in the stories. 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. If there are any 'daddies' in the north of England looking for a 'son' I would particularly like to hear from you. philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 32 'The Auditions' Philip and his father, Alex, returned to England while Rachid took over responsibility for getting the grand project off the ground. The General and his contacts proved invaluable in cutting through the bureaucratic red tape and within eight weeks the computer assembly building (that was to be the 'front' of the international incest centre) was completed. Other facilities relating to the plant were also under construction and work had even begun on the footings for the 'health and leisure centre' and the international hotel to which it would be secretly linked by a tunnel passing under the main road. Rachid made plans for the recruitment of the first tranch of employees. As these men were to be inveigled into playing a part in the sexual activities scheduled for the leisure centre, they had to be carefully vetted. Rachid arranged for the initial applications to be processed. Many of the applicants were barely literate so temporary offices were set up to help them fill in the forms. They were required to give their names, ages, addresses, previous occupations and so forth, but another section recorded details of their marital status and the ages and sex of their offspring. The idea was to get a cross section of eligible men with a majority who had sons between the ages of ten and sixteen. Their photographs were taken and added to the form, allowing Rachid and Hamsa to select the best-looking and most suitable candidates. The centre had to cater for all tastes! However, there were hundreds of applicants because the region was extremely poor and unemployment very high, especially amongst the less educated. Also, the plant was offering exceptionally high wages compared with local rates, and excellent working conditions. It seemed that Rachid was spoilt for choice! After a long telephone conversation with Alex, they decided the best way of selecting amenable employees was to expose them to the temptation of a tight, pretty white boy's arse. If they succumbed, they would probably be very happy to supplement their factory wages with the higher pay to be earned participating in incest orgies with wealthy westerners and bringing along their sons to join in the party. Using the pretext of a medical examination, young Philip was to 'audition' the applicants. His grandfather's younger brother, Ralph, had had to leave his medical practice in London some years earlier after a scandal involving teenage boys and had fled to Brazil where he had established a successful practice, alongside a brothel providing underage boys. But he was more than happy to settle in Maghrebia to conduct the main part of the medical examination and become the project's Senior Medical Officer once the whole enterprise was up and running. The thought of an endless supply of pretty young Arab boys and their rough, hairy, horny fathers was too good an opportunity to miss. After having given each applicant the proper medical, Ralph would pass them on to Philip for the 'special' tests. This, supposedly, involved examining the candidates for testicular and prostate cancer and so forth that simply allowed him to fondle their genitals and other erogenous zones for some time to test their reactions. Those whose cocks responded, he would quickly service with his mouth or his arse. When they had cum, he would note down how they responded, their attitude, the size and vigour of their cocks and any other useful information. The candidates were told that employing a young boy for this task who had been specially trained for the job (!) was in deference to their modesty and to lessen the embarrassment of having their most private parts handled by an infidel western man. This approach was very well received as it was interpreted as showing respect for their culture and religion – something they had not come to expect from western companies. The generous rates of pay discouraged the fastidious from objecting and one look at the cute little boy who was to carry out the tests, quelled any further inclination to complain. Ralph and Philip were installed in a comfortable temporary building on the building site, that resembled a large caravan. The applicants queued at one end under a make-shift canopy to keep off the fierce desert sun. Each man handed in his completed forms and was invited to disrobe, take a shower and don a light white robe fastened with a white rope belt. Ralph conducted the examination very professionally, lingering only slightly when checking the younger, prettier applicants. He noted down any disorders and abnormalities before showing them through to a small room that separated his examination room from Philip's. With a winning smile, and dressed in a very flimsy short white garment that was an apology for a doctor's gown, Philip drew the men into the room. He would tug on the rope belt, allowing the gown to fall open and then reverently cradle the Arab men's balls in his soft young right hand while gently lifting and squeezing their penises with his left. In an attempt to create some semblance of a real medical examination, he would conscientiously caress the men's groins, allowing his hands to stray through the copious hair that covered most of their stomachs and chests. He probed between their thighs and traced the line leading to their hairy arseholes. Finally, he stretched his hands beneath the gown and stroked and pressed their buttocks. If, by this time, he had elicited no response and their cocks remained stubbornly flaccid, he gave up and noted as much on the form. Needless to say, they would not be offered a job. After the 'examination', the men were shown to a cubicle where their clothes were waiting for them and handed back the white gown which was returned to the entrance for reuse. Ralph showed the first candidate through to Philip along with his application forms. He winked at Philip and whispered, 'Enjoy!' Philip led him to the examination point where he had a desk and chair raised a few inches of f the floor. He glanced at the forms: age 35; married; 5 children, 3 sons, aged 14, 11 and 7. He was only about 5' 8", but broad-chested and muscular and sported a thick black moustache. His head was large and his features even with coal-black eyes that gave little away. 'Promising' thought Philip as he opened the man's gown. Philip flashed him a smile to put him at his ease and began fondling his impressive and heavy equipment. 'Very interesting!' thought Philip. Within a few seconds Philip's practiced hands provoked a response and the thick, red-brown cylinder of man-meat began to thicken. He redoubled his efforts, massaging the juicy balls and gently began to masturbate the ever-hardening cock. As its single eye raised itself to greet him, Philip squatted down on his haunches and enveloped the circumcised mushroom head in his soft young mouth. A guttural sigh escaped the man's lips and he allowed the little western boy full access to his cock and balls. Soon, Philip had more than half of the thick seven inch cock in his mouth and was conscientiously servicing it. He steadied himself by wrapping his left hand around the base of the delicious prick while his right hand snaked around the man's muscular hairy left thigh. His own cock was making an obvious tent in his gown, but he daren't touch it yet as he had a hard day ahead! He was somewhat surprised when after only a couple of minutes the cock in his mouth jumped and began shooting thick streams of man-cum down his throat. He swallowed hard, relishing its sweet-saltiness and making room for more of the magic man-cream that issued from the bucking prick. He heard grunts and unintelligible curses coming from the man in the throes of orgasm, then two heavy hands descended on his head, forcing the spunking prick deep down his throat. Philip milked the heavy balls of their harvest and when it had subsided, washed the man's genitals and, with an appreciative smile, showed him to the cubicle where his clothes had been placed. While the man dressed he filled in the form: 'Big juicy 7" cock, loads of thick, creamy spunk, probably a good fucker. Employ!' There was a short gap before the next applicant during which he thought what a pleasant job this was! Then Ralph showed in a younger man. His file stated that he was only twenty-one, single, and lived at home with his parents and seven younger siblings, including three other brothers, aged, 17, 14 and 11. He was relatively tall at 5' 10", lean but muscular and with the beginnings of a moustache. He had an open face with a longish nose, grey eyes and a wide mouth that gave him a sensuous look. He was rather young for Philip's taste, but he had a job to do ... The young man was more nervous than the previous applicant. Philip gave him a reassuring smile and opened his gown. A perfectly formed and respectably sized cock nestled amongst thick black pubic hair that petered out above his belly button. A small patch of black fuzz was just discernable in the centre of his burnished chest. A pair of low-slung bollocks hung between his strong thighs that suggested he played a lot of soccer. Philip felt the man react nervously when he initially touched his genitals. He then realised that he was anxious about getting an involuntary and embarrassing erection during what must think was a medical examination. A virile unmarried young man with no 'official' outlet for his sexual drive would be very susceptible to the caresses of an attractive young western boy. His cock did, indeed, begin to harden and he shifted uneasily from foot to foot. Philip knelt down, took the stiffening cock in his hand and, with his eyes fixed on the young man's face, buried it in his mouth. The guy's eyes widened and he took a sharp intake of breath. His cock rapidly reached its full, slim 7.5 inches as Philip tormented the mushroom head with his darting tongue. Soon his mouth was racing up and down the shaft as his nimble hands worked his balls. He took each ball in turn in his mouth and sucked them as he wanked the rock-hard cock above. As there was no sign of him cumming yet – perhaps he had had a wank that morning to try and pre-empt an unwanted erection – Philip saw his opportunity to get fucked. He shucked off his gown and swung round, holding on to the hard cock which he then guided towards his hot, pre-greased arsehole. The young guy need no further help. After holding his cockhead against Philip's boy-cunt and nudging it to test the resistance and lubrication, he ran the fucker up him in one single thrust, making Philip gasp and forcing him over his desk. He held him down by the shoulders and fell into a fast fucking pace, shoving his dick roughly up and down the pretty kid's tight little boy-cunt. He snorted and swore as he strove to ram his cock up the juicy hole, hard and deep. There was only one object on his mind: to gratify his lust and get his rocks off up this more-than-acceptable substitute cunt. With a particularly hard thrust, he unleashed the first blast of his fresh young man spunk into Philip ravaged arsehole, quickly followed by a second, third, fourth fifth ... Eventually, he was spent and withdrew, sweat pouring down his chest on to Philip's back. Philip dutifully laved the young fucker's softening cock and sweaty balls before thanking him and showing him to the dressing room. Philip felt good and gave the young man a glowing report. He could still taste the spunk of the first man in his mouth and he had an arse full of vigorous man-cum. But he wondered if he would be able to stay the course if all the scores of applicants he was to 'examine' that week were this virile. However, he was to have the first disappointment with the third candidate. He was rather thin and bony, had little body hair and a puny prick. Philip took an instant dislike to him and made no attempt to arouse him. The fourth was more attractive but resisted any attempt by Philip to get a sexual reaction. He was hostile and glared at the young medical student as he went about his business prodding his private parts. Philip eventually gave up and noted his failure on the form. However, the next applicant was something else! Philip was taken aback when his Uncle Ralph introduced number five. He was a great bear of a man, six feet tall, as broad as he was tall and with a massive leonine head. A thick black, but well-trimmed beard and moustache covered half his face which was joined by his unusually long hair. Black eyes, as bright and glittering as anthracite shone out from his handsome face. He had a look of imperturbable superiority mixed with amusement on his face with its longish nose, which Philip thought was vaguely familiar. As he moved into the centre of the room, Ralph whispered, 'Good luck!' and withdrew, handing over the file as he did so. Philip gulped and invited this mountain of a man with a gesture to approach the desk over which thirty minutes earlier he had been thoroughly fucked, and perused the form. The man was 45 years old, married with eight children, including four sons aged between 11 and 21. His name, transliterated into English, was written as Mustafa Khamel, which Philip read as 'Must-have-a-camel', making him giggle. He wondered what he did for a living. It said 'farmer' on the form. Philip imagined him throttling camels with his bare hands after he had shagged the arse off them. His heart pounding, Philip loosened the rope belt and allowed the gown to fall open. He gasped. Mustafa's genitals were huge. A great, fat cock lay nonchalantly sleeping over a massive pair of heavy, hairy balls. A veritable savannah of black, curly pubic hair spread north, over the vast plains of his stomach and chest, terminating just below his bull-like neck. Yes, he was over-weight; yes, he was a few years past his prime; and no, he would never make a Hollywood glamour-boy. But he oozed raw, rough, mature, male sexuality. Despite his recent shower, Philip's nose drank in the intoxicating fragrance of musky masculinity that radiated from his huge, hot body. He smiled down benignly, obviously amused at the effect the size of his sex organs was having on the boy. He had noted the small tent in the Philip's gown and smelt the beautiful young English boy's availability. He stretched his hand out and down to Philip's head, letting his fingers pass through his soft, flaxen hair, and brushing his nectarine-smooth cheeks. Philip moaned involuntarily and made no attempt to conduct a medical examination. Instead, he placed both hands on the magnificent chest, feeling the hard nipples, let them slide down the tree-like torso, and, allowing his knees to buckle, he fell at the giant's feet, his face level with his awesome genetalia. Overcome with respect, he reverently took the great brown sausage in his left hand, the peach-sized balls in his right, and crushed his face into the forest of hair, gently licking the great cock and balls before rubbing them into his cheeks. It was an act of pure obeisance. They remained in this position for several minutes savouring the moment. The big Arab had long wondered what it would be like to shaft a hot, tight, young white boy and he knew his moment had come. Philip knew he had met a master, but hoped he could accommodate this enormous cock, which in its dormant condition, exceeded the General's in size. He felt stirrings in those strong loins and raised the huge anvil-headed cock to his mouth. His lips opened and his tongue protruded to welcome it. He didn't so much as suck the giant cock, as worship it. It grew thicker and thicker, and longer and longer, and hard and harder, pushing the young cock-sucker's lips and cheeks further and further apart. Philip wrapped both his hands, end on end, around it and assessed the monster at a little over 10 inches in length and far too thick for a man's hand to encircle it. Diligently he serviced the glorious organ, laving it with his moist, rough, pink tongue and massaging the heavy balls that contained, who knew, how much man-spunk. Mustafa gazed down on him approvingly like Zeus surveying Ganymede from the heights of Mount Olympus. Philip's mouth began to tire and his jaw ache. He kept up the sucking knowing the only alternative that would satisfy this stud was his arsehole, and Philip wasn't quite sure whether he was in a condition to accommodate him at the moment. On reflection, he had had one reasonably large cock inside him that had opened him up and lubricated him. So, our intrepid young hero decided to go for it. He ripped off his gown and swung round, offering his smooth, white boy-cunt to the horny Arab, who was somewhat surprised. One glance at his erect cock, and young boys were normally not to be seen for dust; those too mesmerised to move, soon found themselves seized by the shoulders, bent over and had their virgin rosebuds smacked and tickled by the huge dick. But Philip's pride was at stake. If he could take his Uncle Winston and the General, he would have a damn good go at this mammoth fucker. He grabbed the base of the hard but flexible dick and slapped it against his buttocks. He enjoyed feeling the soft/hard velvet head make contact with his satin buttocks. Mustafa saw what the boy wanted and took over spanking the boy's buttocks with his huge, hard, heavy cock. Then, bracing himself, he guided it towards Philip's fuck-tunnel. The moist red- brown head nudged between his cheeks and greeted the gate of bliss with a kiss. Thrusting back against it, Philip invited his ravisher to push forward. Wondering at the boy's keenness, he did so, and the mighty organ eased through the outer defences and slid inexorably inside, inch by inch. Moving slowly back and forth, more and more man-cock slid up the young boy's arsehole. Like a human velvet glove, Mustafa slipped the little lad on to his iron hard manhood. They both groaned and sighed with pleasure and effort. The size of the awesome prick stretched Philip's boy-pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before. The Arab broke the silence. 'You like big cock? Big Arab cock?' he rasped in a thick accent. 'We go fucky-fucky! Engliss boy like fucky-fucky with big Arab daddy!' He couldn't have chosen any words more likely to excite Philip. Philip liked 'fucky-fucky' with 'big Arab daddy' very much and he thrust his arse back on to the rhythmically fucking battering ram to show it! 'Ooh, you like! Yes, you like! We go jiggy-jiggy! We go jiggy-jiggy very good! Very fast! Very hard! Until daddy blow up!!' His deep resonant voice was musical balm to Philip's stretched boy-pussy. 'Yes, daddy! Long and deep! Long, slow and deep!' he gasped, the penetration of the great cock stealing his breath. 'I milk daddy's cock!' he added, imitating the Arab's broken English and clenching his arse muscles around the invading monster. 'Oh yes! Take milk! Cream! Make cream! Daddy make lots of cream! Fill boy up!' Despite an apparent language barrier, 'daddy' and 'son' seemed to be communicating remarkably well. Their dialogue accompanied the constant rhythmic fucking of big, hairy, sweaty man up a tight, smooth little boy. Mustafa couldn't believe his luck in finding such a compliant, not to say enthusiastic youngster, who was obviously enjoying their sex together as much as he was. At this point in the proceedings he was used to having to hold down the unwilling subject and clamp a hand over his mouth to stifle the squeals of protest. Mustafa wrapped his strong arms very tightly around Philip's waist and crushed the boy to his rough, hairy, sweaty chest. He was now buried deep inside Philip, sliding in and out with relative ease, his heavy balls slapping against the boy's cheeks. He felt the sperm churning within them and they tightened. His cock jumped and both Philip and his Arab father/fucker knew he was near to cumming. Both girded their loins for the final straight! Suddenly, Philip began to howl and writhe. Mustafa was alarmed, thinking he had seriously harmed the boy, until he saw jets of white cum flying unaided from the boy's prick and splattering all over the forms and files on the desk. He then realised that he had fucked the lad to orgasm and his hands were nowhere near his spunking dick. Gratified that he had such an erotic effect on the little doctor, he vigorously ploughed his hot boy-cunt, forcing more boy-cum from out of those tight little nuts, which, in turn, elicited further squeals of ecstatic agony. As he did so, his own enormous organ expanded and began to spew forth rivers of man- spunk into Philip's all-too-willing arse. Both man and boy groaned as their cocks couldn't seem to shoot enough spunk to satisfy the ache in their balls. For Mustafa, this was the fuck of his life. Even when he was spent, he was loathe to remove his prick from Philip's warm, cum-filled boy-cunt. Eventually, conscious of his heavy frame pressing on the puny little boy, he withdrew his dripping organ, watching it slide out of its holster, steaming and satisfied. The head emerged with a 'plop'. Both were still breathing heavily. Philip lifted himself painfully from over the desk, turned and buried his face in Mustafa's chest hair. He took the Arab's left nipple in his mouth and began sucking it like a new-born lamb. 'Good boy! Very good boy! We do good fucky-fucky! Very good fucky-fucky! Mustafa's fuck-son! Full of cream, yes, full of Arab daddy cream!' he murmured gently. Philip reverently washed Mustafa's genitals and retied his rope belt. Then he showed him to his dressing cubicle. Before he left, Mustafa kissed the boy's forehead. 'Again? More fucky-fucky?' he asked, ruffling the boy's hair. Philip smiled and nodded, 'More fucky-fucky!' he replied squeezing the Arab's sex organs. He had just begun to clean up the mess on his desk when his father and (great) Uncle Ralph appeared. 'He was quite something,' gushed Ralph, 'You are an amazing little whore!' 'That's my boy!' added his father, smiling proudly. 'How do you know what happened?' asked Philip. His father simply pointed to three small cameras, discreetly fixed to the ceiling and aimed precisely at the desk where all the morning's action had taken place. 'You bastard! You've filmed everything!' shouted Philip, annoyed that he had not been informed. 'I didn't want you playing up to the camera. Besides, we needed a record of the 'examinations' for future reference. Did you realise that the last guy with the huge dick who fucked you was the father of the first, the younger one?' 'I thought there was something a bit familiar about him! Do you mean I've got both father's and son's spunk inside me now!' 'You sure have! Turn you on, does it, having a dad and son's cum inside you at the same time? We'll have to see if we can get a three-some together with them for you! Now how would you like your own dad's cum inside you to make a full set,' replied his father pulling out his dick and wanking it. 'It's made me so fucking horny watching you in action with those rough Arabs.' 'Yes, fuck him, Alex. I love incest sessions, especially dad-son sex! D'you mind if I shove my cock in his mouth while you fuck him?' said Ralph who had yet to witness Philip and his father having sex together. Philip bared his arse and his father's dick slid straight up his boy-cunt with a squelch from all the fresh man- spunk so recently deposited up there. Ralph thrust his ample cock down his great-nephew's throat and began to fuck his mouth enthusiastically as he watched the boy's father plough his arse. Soon Philip was in receipt of two more loads of cum, but this time, family cum. What Alex and Ralph didn't realise was that the monitor in the foyer on which they had watched young Philip's activities had attracted the attention of the next group of interviewees, who were standing around wanking their pricks watching the two western men fuck the pretty little white boy – the son of one of the fuckers! Talking to the men who had undergone the 'examination' and witnessing the boy's own father and uncle give him a good shagging, it began to dawn on them that this 'examination' was more of a sexual audition. To get a job at this factory you had to fuck boy- cunt! Word quickly went round the city of how to get a job! It was obvious that Philip couldn't cope with all the applicants, especially if they were all hung like Mustafa. So reinforcements were called in from England. Philip's cousin, Peter, and Geoff's two sons, Justin and Jason, were flown over to help out. Over the next two weeks, the four boys serviced two hundred hot Arab cocks. Eighty percent proved amenable and employable. By the time they left for England, all the places were filled and there was a long waiting list for the next positions that became available. After all, when the 'leisure centre' and hotel were completed, hundreds of men would be needed to work as waiters, cleaners, gardeners, cooks and so forth alongside their 'special' duties servicing dads and sons who would be flying in from all around the world. The next step was to advance the idea of introducing their young sons into the proceedings so that wealthy westerners, hot for real incest sex, could have individual and group orgies with horny Arab dads and sons. Judging by the reaction of the General and his men to dad/son sex and the responses to those who saw Philip and his dad shagging, this wasn't going to prove too much of a problem! Man-boy sex was in the air and every horny male in Zagora was brooding about it and stroking his cock wondering when it would be his turn! To be continued in chapter 33, when the incest centre is finally opened with the biggest incest orgy of all time! Comments and suggestions to Philip255@hotmail.com And if there are any Arab daddies out there, you know who to call!