Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:31:37 +0000 From: Philip Burbidge Subject: English Boy Ch.33 (M/b incest, orgy) My apologies for the time it has taken me to submit this chapter. I have had an extremely busy year. Thanks to all those who have enquired after my health during this hiatus! This story involves descriptions of sex between men and boys in particular, and dads and sons in particular. It 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; so don't do this at home! It is emphatically not the author's intention to incite, commend or promote incest or sex with minors which can cause life-long damage. Since I began writing this series as a displacement activity, I have had a massive response from right across the globe -- all of it complimentary. I would like to thank those correspondents and the friends I have made in distant lands especially Tony who always offers such encouragement. I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly reply, especially from those who have similar tastes to my own philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 33 'The glowing embers of incest' Progress continued ahead of schedule on all aspects of the world's first centre dedicated to the pleasures of male incest! It was decided to open the complex in stages, leading to a mega-gala opening of the 'health and leisure' centre which was to be the main 'orgi-torium' and epicentre of the whole enterprise. The computer assembly plant was already operational and its exports earning valuable foreign currency for the impoverished country and providing much-needed employment in this desert region. It also provided revenue for expanding the original size and facilities of the dad/son centre, which would now include a training college for both fathers and their sons where they could learn and practise the exquisite rites of male incest. There was some debate on the lower age limit for sons. Originally it had been set at ten, though founder Alex preferred twelve. However, internet feedback indicated that many fathers in North America and Europe wanted to include sons as young as six. It was decided, therefore, to build a 'nursery centre' to accommodate younger sons and boys their father's considered needed extra elementary tuition. It was also going to be possible to relay continuously on the internet, live coverage from the main 'orgi-torium'(especially the main weekend events that were intended to attract hundreds of dads and sons from all over the world all having sex together), the smaller family orgy rooms and even from the dad/son booths -- with the permission of the dad and son occupying the rooms at the time. A film studio was also to be built, making all combinations of male incest porno videos for private and public consumption. It seemed everyone wanted to see real dads and their sons having explicit sex together -- and if possible, join in! Tickets for the spectacular opening had gone on sale, restricted to a thousand, but they had already been sold and the waiting list ensured a full hotel and centre for the following three months! Dad/son incest was proving to be the hottest form of sex across the whole planet! No dad was permitted a ticket unless accompanied by his son. Dads with two or more sons were given a special discount, and provision was made for 'family bookings' which included grandfathers and uncles as well as fathers and sons. Alex was determined to maintain a balance with at least two men to each boy. Should they need to supplement the number of dads, he knew he could call on the General's troops and local militia and policemen who wouldn't turn down the opportunity to fuck tight, young western boy-cunts. Should more sons be required, there were plenty of men in the city now very interested in bringing along their young sons for public sex sessions. Beside, there was always the orphanage for boys up the road! Rumour had it that they were regularly buggered by those who ran it. The assembly plant's workforce was the most contented -- and productive -- in the city of Zagora. They enjoyed European working conditions with good wages, reasonable hours, sickness and holiday pay and high health and safety standards. All they had to do in return was put in a full day's work and engage in some enjoyable 'extra-curricula' activities with their sons! During the recruitment process it became an open secret that the plant was not what it seemed. Yes, it was producing computers profitably but the workers knew they had been hired for their sexual prowess rather than their manual skills! It wasn't discussed openly by the men but when one of the white bosses sons made an appearance shortly before they finished work, a quiet buzz went round the factory. Which lucky men would be invited upstairs to the rest rooms to gagn-fuck a tight young boy-pussy? A suite of rooms of various sizes occupied the first floor, furnished with couches, beds, rugs and cushions. Next to them were to be found lavatories, showers and washrooms. Since the plant had opened, Alex and Rachid had encouraged man-boy sex sessions in these rooms to get the workers used to regular boy-fucking. They had both allowed themselves to be 'discovered' fucking their own sons by some of the workers they considered would take most enthusiastically to dad/son sex. Initially shocked by what they saw, they took little persuading to join in, and young Philip would soon feel his father withdraw his thick 8" cock from his boy-cunt which would then be offered to one or more of the horny workers. It didn't take long for the horny little tyke to get his way with the hugely hung Mustafa and his son, Khamal. Just as the working day finished one evening, Alex arranged for the twenty-one year old Khamal to catch his father fucking the young white boy. The big, brawny 'Arab daddy' with his massive 10" cock never refused an invitation to visit him upstairs and Alex saw the opportunity to introduce the element of incest into the proceedings. Once Philip was firmly impaled on Mustafa's great cock, Alex gleefully showed the horny young man what his father was up to. Khamal had never seen his father's cock before and was mesmerized by its size. For fully five minutes he stood at the threshold of the open door gazing at the mighty organ as it ploughed in and out of Philip's tight, smooth fuck-tunnel. He listened as his father hissed obscenely in broken English and played with the little lad's stiff boy-cock and hairless balls. 'Take big Arab daddy-cock! Mustafa's little fuck-son! We make good, long fucky-fucky! You get much cream! All Mustafa's daddy-cream! Yes! Pretty little white boy with hard little cock. Mustafa's special fuck-son needs daddy-cock! Yes! He needs much daddy-cock. Much, much daddy-cock!' Khamal couldn't help but get his cock out and wank furiously as he watched his own father vigorously fuck a young boy with an impossibly big cock and fondle his tiny testicles. Alex stayed at his side and whispered in his ear. 'Go on! Join them. Stick your cock in Philip's mouth while your dad fucks him. He's fucking gagging for it -- and so are you! Look at him wank his little dick! He needs your dick in his mouth!' He smiled as he watched the young man's cock drip precum on to the polished wooden floor. Mustafa looked up from the pleasure of watching his cock slide in and out of Philip's arse to see his son wanking his dick as if his life depended on it. He laughed and said something in Arabic to his son that must have been a form of invitation. He withdrew his giant steaming prick and waved it at his son and beckoned him over to shove his cock up the now vacant hole. Khamal was transfixed by the sized of his father's cock but couldn't resist the invitation to occupy the space it had been ravishing. He moved behind Philip and thrust his respectable thick 7 incher up his willing boy-pussy as his father shoved his mammoth dick down the boy's throat. Father and son soon settled down to vigorously fucking little Philip's mouth and boy-cunt, each getting as much of a thrill from watching the other ('My own dad!' ' My own grown-up son!') as they did from feeling their respective cocks slide in and out of the hot young boy. At this point, Alex slipped off and selected four of the workers he thought most likely to indulge in dad/son sex to watch the spectacle. Rachid and Hamsa were summoned to participate and push home the thrills and delights, not so much of man/boy sex -- they knew all about the pleasures to be got there! -- but of dad/son sex! A quick call on his mobile phone brought Philip's Uncle Mark and his son, Peter, and Geoff and his two sons, Justin and Jason over from the nearly complete hotel just a few hundred metres away. They quickly read the situation and soon an impromptu dad/son incest orgy was in full swing with fifteen participants: eleven adults and four boys. Even allowing for two cocks per boy, one in the mouth and one up the arse, there were three redundant man cocks. 'This will never do!' thought Alex and then remembered that several of the workers' sons often hung around the factory after school waiting for their dads to finish work. He dashed down to the factory gates and, sure enough, a gaggle of five boys aged between eleven and thirteen was kicking a ball around in the dusty entrance, in a makeshift team playing against five of the six soldiers detailed by the General for security duty. Three of the boys were sons of the workers already engaged in the orgy, the other two boys' fathers were still in the factory. Alex decided he had to act fast before Mustafa and the men shagging the boys upstairs shot their loads and the orgy ended. He ordered the boys to follow him and winked at the soldiers, suggesting they join them. Five did so, leaving their unfortunate colleague to guard the premises alone. Alex quickly ushered them through the factory and up the stairs, relieved to find that the orgy was in full swing. The workers who had been watching now had their cocks out and were busy buggering the mouths and arseholes of the willing young boys. Those without a boy hole to fill waited their turned and wanked their dicks in anticipation. The smell of unbridled lust filled the room. The newcomers didn't have much time to react to the sight of eleven macho men vigorously fucking the orifices of four over-subscribed boys. When the unoccupied men saw the five new boys, they immediately made a dash for them. The boys, mesmerized by the vision of other boys their own age being ravished by men some recognized as their own fathers, were too slow to defend themselves. Besides, as soon as the soldiers realized what was happening, they ensured themselves a piece of the action by cutting off the boys' retreat. Three men, their eyes glazed with lust, broke away from the orgy, with a volley of shouts which Rachid translated roughly as meaning, 'That's my son! If anyone's going to have the pleasure of his boy-cunt, it's going to be me first, his dad! Owing to the heat, the boys were dressed only in t shirts and shorts which they were soon relieved of, the soldiers pushing the boys into the room into the arms of their lust-crazed fathers. Between them they stripped the boys and before he slipped down stairs to find the two missing fathers, Alex thrust tubes of lubricant into the men's' hands. After all, he wanted the boys to enjoy the orgy as much as the dads. Being 'dry raped' might put them off sex for life! The boys, some of whom were not virgins and had been having sex with older and younger boys and brothers for some time, gratefully lubricated their boy-pussies, and under orders, also greased the forest of man cocks pointing lustfully in their direction. The soldiers, mostly aged between twenty-one and twenty-eight, held the boys down ready for their fathers to rape them, content with the prospect of 'sloppy seconds' and thrilled beyond imagination at the sight and prospect of a room full dads fucking their own barely adolescent sons. Boys were bent over couches, chaise longues and cushions by soldiers and workers with their hard cocks sticking expectantly out of their open trousers and dripping precum in copious amounts all over the room. Alex returned with the two absent fathers, who immediately sought to save their sons from the rapacious intentions of two soldiers, only to get caught up in the frenzied atmosphere and ravish their boys themselves, ably assisted by the frustrated soldiers. Alex surveyed the scene. A heaving mass of writhing bodies. Seventeen hot, horny, sweating, lust-filled dads and soldiers shagging the soft, wet mouths and tight, pink arseholes of nine young sons. There was only one boy in the room not being athletically buggered by his horny dad and with another man's hard cock fucking his mouth. That boy was his own son who was still being swapped between Mustafa and Khamal, each taking his turn to fuck him at both ends. He noticed one boy with his father up his arse but no cock to suck on. So with a sense of charity he crossed the room and thrust his hard, dripping dick down the boy's throat. Looking around him he saw dads exchanging comments, jokes and smiles with one another as they each ploughed their sons' boy-cunts. Those other men were transfixed and turned-on beyond description at the sight of all these dads fucking their own kids. They each resolved that when they got home, or when their sons were old enough, they too would enjoy the intense, incomparable pleasure of dad/son incest. Alex was delighted with the outcome. Dad/son incest had caught on far faster and more easily than he ever imagined. He this incest orgy could last for ever, but, inevitably, the first cry went up announcing the arrival of dad-spunk in son-cunt. A chain reaction occurred and spread rapidly across the room. Groans, grunts and unintelligible curses escaped the lips of one father after another as he ground his cock deep into his son's cunt, and pumped his incestuous seed inside his boy's bowels. As fatherly cocks were withdrawn, their place was taken by the soldiers who had patiently waited their turn, filling in time thrusting their throbbing cocks down the young boys' throats. It didn't take them long to cum; just long enough for the boys to lick their fathers' spent cocks clean. Alex glanced round to see his own son take Mustafa's mighty load, quickly followed by his son's. Mustafa and Khamal locked eyes as they came inside Philip's ravished rectum; their first precious moments of father/son communion. Seeing one another engaged in heavy sexual action was an inexpressible thrill for them both -- and something they would often seek to repeat! When the last dad and soldier had cum in a sore but satisfied boy-cunt, the fathers gathered up their sons and drifted off, having had the best sex session of their lives. Thus were the embers of dad/son incest planted in the minds and groins of the first cohort of workers and soldiers. Alex was very pleased with this day's work, and it wasn't difficult from then on to fan the glowing embers into fierce flames of forbidden lust between fathers and sons. News and stories of the orgy were discreetly passed from those who participated to those who had not, hardening their cocks and making them green with envy. The men were encouraged to let their boys visit the factory after school and most evenings some form of group sex went on upstairs. Those fathers who brought their sons along and shared them found their philanthropy royally rewarded in their pay-packets. Soon it was widely known that to prosper and have an unbelievably horny sex life, all you had to do was train your son(s) to take your cock then bring him (them) along to meet your bosses and mates! To be continued in Chapter 34 when the final touches are made to the incest centre and all is ready for the mega-orgy opening!