Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 12:33:36 +0000 From: Philip Burbidge Subject: English Boy 35 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, I have received messages 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 share my enthusiasm for the dad/son fantasy sex. philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 35 The Opening! Part 1 'The Incest-Fest!' [This chapter grew to such an extent that I decided to divide into two parts. Part 2, the tumultuous incest orgy involving nearly two thousands dads and sons, men and boys, will appear in about four weeks' time when I return from my vacation in the Magreb! A research trip, of course!] It was the day of the grand opening of the World Incest Centre (WIC), the first institution and pleasure palace on earth devoted primarily to dad/son sex! The last five weeks had been a frantic race against time by Alex and his team to get the newly expanded centre ready on time. They had just about made it, but it was clear that a further expansion to the Junior Incest Social Movement (JISM) was necessary although the new complex would not be completed until several weeks after the official opening. Everyone had been astounded at the deluge of applications that poured in from all over the world once news of the WIC travelled via the grapevine. They could have filled the orgi-torium ten times over for the first night, and the centre was fully booked for the next six months! But nothing had prepared the organisers for the response to the JISM. So popular was the idea that it was decided at an emergency meeting involving Alex (the managing director), his father (project manager), his younger twin brothers (Luke and Mark, artistic and education officers respectively, Rachid, (the local administrator) and Geoff (the technical director) that the number of sons to be admitted for each weekly course was to be increased to a hundred. This still saw the JISM fully-booked for the rest of the year and meant disappointing a huge number of dads and sons who had hoped to be present at the opening orgy. However, one hundred boys plus their fathers had received their invitation cards and had already arrived to take part in the gala opening. It meant a total review of the structure of the course and curriculum and the erection of a completely new building complex to accommodate the project. But they would have to make do with the buildings originally designed to house it for the next couple of months. (These would then be converted into an incest arts centre, with a cinema, art gallery and video library, all dedicated to showing and promoting hard-core dad/son sex.) The new JISM curriculum will be explained a greater detail in a concluding appendix, but a brief overview of the new structure is as follows. The students were to be divided into four groups according to age, but occasionally taking experience into account when appropriate. The first grade would take boys aged six to nine who would be known as 'spunk bunnies' and have badges on their kitons (dress-like tunics) with a bright-eyed pink bunny sporting a small erection. These were sons, it was assumed, who had only recently been put to the cock and fathers were expected to attend with them, at least, for the first few sessions. It was also assumed that these boys would have only a superficial knowledge of dad/son cock fun, probably limited to elementary wanking and sucking their own fathers' cocks; most may have tasted only their father's cum. This course would enable them to extend their cock competence and manipulation skills and meet and explore oral and hand sex with other fathers and their sons boys of a similar age. Grade two sons, usually aged nine/ten to twelve and known as 'bum boys', would, it was assumed, have more advanced oral skills. They would be very able cock-suckers, able and used to sucking their fathers' cocks to orgasm and swallowing their spunk without hesitation. They might also be similarly familiar with other adult members of the family (uncles, older brothers, grandfathers etc) and/or their fathers' male friends. The curriculum here would be designed to perfect these skills and introduce the theory, practice and various methods of arse-fucking. Their insignia was a naked boy with small hard cock and pert little bum. The third class, the 'cum cadets', would normally be aged thirteen to fifteen and presumed to be rampant little wankers with permanently stiff adolescent pricks and juicy young balls, that had recently started to make their own spunk. The cum cadets would be veteran cock-suckers and be able to accommodate most family cocks up their still-tight boy-cunts. These sons would be expected to increase their sexual stamina and engage with three, four or even five adult family members together, and for increasing lengths of time. They would also be encouraged to take larger cocks they had hitherto found too big. Their badge depicted a bigger boy bringing himself off with a spray of boy-cum shooting from his dick. The 'sperm troopers' were the top grade, aged fifteen or sixteen, and, typically, would be ever-horny young fuckers who would do almost anything to get their rocks off. They would probably still be having raunchy sex sessions with their fathers, their friends and family, but would be increasingly keen shag junior members of the family and may well have done so. The thoughts of the older sperm troopers would be turning towards the not-to-distant future when they would have sons of their own to teach. Therefore, they would help look after and train the spunk bunnies, learning in the process how to approach and treat them for mutual enjoyment. Their sign was a youth with a good sized pube-surrounded cock and low slung balls. There would be a high level of learning together through inter-group visits and demonstrations so that the younger boys could see how they would develop over the next few years, what pleasures were in store and what would be expected of them as they grew older. All the classrooms in the yet-to-be built JISM complex would be fitted with monitors so that subscribers anywhere in the world could follow these educational courses. Back to the opening ceremony. The General had secured the services of the King of Maghrebia's youngest brother, Prince Rahman, who would preside at the opening accompanied by his thirteen year old son, whom it was rumoured, was a more than promising cum cadet. The prince had followed the development of the WIC with great interest and enthusiasm. In fact, he had had commissioned a large, but as yet unseen sculpture for the new centre, which was to be unveiled by him during the opening. The management team had spent days compiling the final programme, then choreographing and timing it to make sure everything went according to plan. The 'high table' of VIPs would be seated in a slight arc across the back of the extensive stage, which itself was a large rectangle located at the north end of the almost hemispherical orgi-torium - the structural alterations had seen the original circular design somewhat flattened. This meant the two huge video screens fitted better on the pillars each side of the proscenium arch. A huge screen was also attached to the back wall, opposite the stage, thus enabling everyone in the arena to see activities anywhere in the building which were being caught on camera. A massive gantry had been built above the proscenium arch and a second above the back screen which could each accommodate a dozen camera and lighting operatives. For big occasions like the opening orgy, some cameras and lights would be fixed and others operated manually. Two new features that few understood the need or reason for, were a pair of temporary bridges or gangways that sprang from four doors in the back wall of the balcony that encompassed the orgi-torium through which people entered and left the balcony via flights of stairs that lead to and from the main arena. The balustrade that edged the balcony had been fitted with removable sections and these elevated pathways inserted to cross the orgi-torium from one side to the other. The two bridges intersected one another at a central roundabout in the middle, which was fixed to the marble floor eight feet below, by a sturdy metal pylon. Two men could just walk side by side along each pathway and take any direction from the central interchange. This was all to facilitate a little surprise thought up by Alex and the General! All the guests had arrived. Most were staying at the new hotel but the sudden increase in numbers meant other local hotels had to be utilised. One thousand dads and sons occupied the floor of the orgi-torium, which had been scattered with rugs and cushions to increase the number it could hold and avoid the need for cumbersome furniture. The fathers were dressed in the loose, light gowns described in the previous chapter, unless they were members of the armed services or police force, in which case they were in uniform. Their sons wore the short white kitons without the matching undergarment! Packed at the front of the balcony, which eight men could comfortably walk around, arm in arm, were four hundred 'spectators', comprising two-hundred and fifty workers from the computer assembly plant and their sons, some bringing more than one. The remaining one hundred and fifty were those who had not managed to get tickets for the floor below but wished to be present anyway: seventy-five fathers and the same number of sons. A further one hundred other employees would be working that evening to make the evening a success, including technicians, cooks, caterers, security officers and those detailed to mop up the spunk!. They would be able to join in the fun later! When everyone was in their place, the procession of VIPs entered to a fanfare of trumpets from the balcony, courtesy of the General. The Prince entered solemnly with his son holding his left hand, followed by his lord-in-waiting and his son who couldn't have been more than ten. Behind the royal party came the General, resplendent in his uniform, with his two sons: twenty-five year old Ahmed and Yusuf, who was now twelve. The Chief of Police came next with his seventeen year old son, followed by the Imam, whose presence conferred some respectability on the occasion and kept the old man quiet! Rachid, who was to provide Arab/English translations when necessary came next with his son, Hamsa, on his left. Then came the British inspirers of the project: Alex, whose fulfilled dream this was with his thirteen year old son Philip's hand in his; next was Luke with his sons, Peter (nine) and Toby, aged only six and on his first incest outing; Mark with his only son, Adam, aged seven and enjoying his first incest event other than with his father; the head of the family came in their wake, the brothers' father and boys' grandfather. Geoff and sons Justin and Jason (aged eleven and fourteen respectively) brought up the rear. In all, a party of twenty-three: eleven adults; one seventeen year old; and eleven boys aged from six to fourteen. All the men were attired in the white gowns or their uniforms, apart from the Prince who wore a gold robe. The boys too were in uniform white kitons, the young prince's edged with gold, denoting his rank. The audience rose, bowed to the Prince and then resumed their seats on the floor. A discreet sign from Alex gave the Prince his cue. He welcomed everyone to this august gathering to mark the inauguration of a land mark project that would be welcomed by those present and millions around the world, to a chorus of 'Here! Here!' or its Arabic equivalent. Rachid offered a translation in English, and asked the Prince to unveil his statue and declare the WIC officially open, which we was happy to do. Pulling on a golden cord, the purple covering slid gracefully to the floor revealing a bronze-gilt lift-size sculpture of a father at the moment of penetrating his young son aged, perhaps twelve or thirteen. The statue was a magnificent study in movement. The warrior-father's muscular body was gracefully strained in an arc as his right hand held his son firmly by the jaw and his left hand caught the boy's left arm by the wrist that was bent inwards from the elbow, an action that would draw his son into his invading but protecting arms. The father's feet were both securely planted but pivoting, his body leaning in to the boy's, whose upper torso inclined away from his father while his perfectly formed buttocks remained turned towards his father and already within the dominating shadow of his father's arching body. They almost touched, but not quite. The only point of contact between the two, other than by the father's hands, was where the father's cock penetrated his son's anus. Four thick inches separated father and son, the boy's arsecheeks forcibly parted by the invading organ. His open mouth and half-closed eyes gave the impression that he had just experienced the actual moment of penetration, the cockhead having slid forcefully into the tight, smooth rectum. His father wore a look of resolute determination. He is not going to be denied his pleasure, but he will not achieve it by wantonly hurting the ravished boy, whose small hard erection belies his feigned resistance to his father. The erotic piece was greeted with a gasp of appreciation and a round of applause. It bore an inscription in both English and Arabic: 'To the glory of father/son love everywhere'. Alex rose and thanked the Prince effusively for his generosity (an ally at Court with the King's ear could prove very useful!). Keeping his speech as brief as possible, Alex then thanked all the contributors and benefactors for their generosity and the guests and participants for their presence. With a flourish he announced the first 'diversion'; a parade of the first one hundred fathers and sons to enrol in the JISM. Another fanfare summoned the dads and their sons aged between six and sixteen who had come from all corners of the globe. They marched in from the wings to the March of the Siamese Children from 'The King and I', from stage left, in a double line, sons down stage of their fathers right, all wearing the prescribed white garments. They formed a line right across the stage facing the audience, fathers standing behind their sons. When all were assembled, the fathers slid their hands under the boys' costumes and lustfully fondled their soft young genitals. Then one by one, they ripped off the kitons revealing the stark naked boys to the cheering crowds. The cameras panned along the line, focussing on the boys' testicles which appeared in gigantic technicolour on the video screens. They continued to massage them until all one hundred boys were sporting erections, from the six year old to the lad of sixteen. Fathers continued to masturbate their sons to the warm applause of the fourteen hundred dads and sons in the orgi-torium. After several minutes, the boys turned round and knelt down, pointing and spreading their firm young buttocks for the delighted crowd who craned to see their pink star-fish boy-cunts. Each boy then pulled the cord that secured his father's gown allowing it to fall open and expose his hard, erect cock, to another loud cheer from the crowd. The fathers placed their hands on their hips while their sons took their cocks reverently in their hands, guided them to their mouths, crammed them in, wrapped their hot lips around the heads and began to suck their dads off to rousing applause. The older boys held their fathers' cocks with one had and steadied themselves against their thighs with the other or played with their balls. The young boys, especially the under tens, wrapped both their hands round the big cocks and tried valiantly to get as much cock in their mouths as possible while rubbing the thick shaft up and down. For the next ten minutes the boys' heads bobbed back and forth as they publicly fellated their fathers, until, one by one, the men began to cum. As they did so, they shouted and withdrew their cocks from their sons' mouths, gripped them firmly by the shaft, and, holding them just an inch from the boys' open, panting mouths, wanked their spunk all over their sons' faces, with some jets shooting into their mouths, and others firing off into the delighted audience. The cameramen, alerted by the 'whoops' quickly relayed the shooting cocks on to the big screens, so spunking pricks several feet long could be seen by everyone in the orgi-torium, regardless of their distance from the action. After several minutes all the daddy-cocks' spunk had been spent and the boys stood up and faced the audience with their sperm-splattered faces, the youngest boys' cute faces glowing with excitement and the glaze of their fathers' cum. The dads then reached around, took their small hard penises in their big hands and began to wank them off. The older boys came first. With wild cries they shot their boy-spunk into the audience who surged forward to catch and taste it. Those too young to produce cum, were brought to shuddering dry climaxes, writhing in their fathers' arms. Particularly vocal were the young six to eight year olds who squealed with excitement, their contorted cum-streaked faces adorning the video screens. The men and boys then left the stage as they had entered it, taking their discarded clothing with them. It took some time for the noise to die down, when Alex remarked that that was just the prelude of things to cum and announced the second item: an allegory on inter-paternal generosity and the brotherhood of Men. Four large beds were wheeled on to the stage: one each was black, brown, yellow and white. Then four boys, aged eleven to thirteen and clad only in wispy loin cloths appeared, peering from the wings. They sped across the stage and hid on the other side as if hiding from pursuers. Four large men then emerged creeping stealthily out of the darkness, obviously in pursuit of the boys. Their loin cloths were the same colours as those the boys wore but of a heavier material, which just about managed to cover their manhoods while creating saliva-inducing bulges. It was even clearer as the stage light rose that these were four father and son teams. The black couple were indeed black, the boy as pretty as his father was muscle-bound and rugged. The brown pair were also a contrast of strong, hirsute father and nimble, lithe son. The oriental father resembled a more muscular Bruce Lee and with his agility, but whose perfectly formed son gave him a run for his money! The white couple had a red/blond colouring to their hair, the father's extending across his broad chest. His pretty blue-eyed son, like the other boys, had not a hair on his body below his head. There followed a stylised chase across and around the stage to ballet music written by Tchaikovsky. The crowd quickly became partisan: the boys shouting for their counter-parts and the fathers siding with their equivalents on stage. Roars went up from each camp when the boys were nearly captured or made an impressive escape. Eventually, the boys were ensnared by their horny fathers, tossed high into the air and transported to the code-coloured bed. When all three had been securely held down by their fathers, their loin cloths were ripped off to a great roar from the crowd and their small bodies pawed and molested for their benefit. Their small hard dicks were wanked, their nut-sized testicles groped and their tight little buns pointed at the audience and parted - the view of their love-tunnels immediately appearing on the video screens for all to see. The boys were planted firmly on the bed facing their fathers who dramatically tore off their loin cloths revealing the huge dripping erections. The crowd roared its approval and shouts of 'Fuck the little bastards!' and 'Rape their boy-cunts!' and 'Go on, dads, fucking give it to them!' punctuating the applause. The men stood up on the beds and the four sons were forced to their knees and made to suck their fathers' cocks and lick their big hairy balls, exaggerating the pleasure it was giving them and appearing to throw the boys about more than they actually were. The crowd loved it. Then, pretending to notice one another for the first time, the fathers gazed at each other and their sons. After a few moments, the black dad offered his boy to the oriental and the white man did the same to the Arab, each thanking the other enthusiastically. They greedily groped and molested their new 'sons', bouncing the boys on the beds and sitting on their faces, pretending to spank the boys if they didn't come up to scratch. The boys were all exchanged again for another man-boy cock-sucking and arse-licking session before the final change when the fathers licked out their new 'sons', and, to the ever-lasting delight of the audience, shoved their raging cocks straight up the little sons' boy-cunts. The roar that greeted this almost lifted the roof. The men vigorously buggered the boys on all fours, placing themselves in the most advantageous position for the camera to see their cocks pile-driving in and out of the tight, young fuck-tunnels, images spread across the screens. Finally, the boys were flipped over on to their tummies for a last good shagging, their legs spread right over their heads each side of their ears. One at a time, each father then pulled out his prick and masturbated all over his boy's face and chest. As each spunk-up subsided, the next father shot his load. Each orgasm was caught by the camera and shown to all on the screens allowing everyone to see each cum in huge and glorious detail. The crowds approval reached an ear-splitting crescendo with the final spunk-up. Each boy was then returned to his natural father, and together they took a bow and still dripping with sweat and spunk, they left the stage to wild applause. Alex returned to the microphone and asked the audience if they were having a good time. They bellowed their answer leaving no-one in any doubt. He then announced that two different examples of unbridled intergenerational incest would be presented; the first representing Western family fuck-fun; and the second an Arab incest orgy from the host country. He slipped off the stage himself to play his part in the entertainment. The house-lights went down and the theatre darkened. A single spot light identified a large round bed in the middle of the stage, or it could have been a lawn. Clever stage lighting created an oasis of green with the gently swaying leaves of trees in the background, fronted with rose bushes and an herbaceous border in full bloom around the lawn/bed. Surtitles enabled the audience to identify it as an English garden. Throughout the action, they kept the audience informed of who was who. A schoolboy sauntered in from the wings wearing grey jacket and trousers, white shirt and tie in the school colours and a grey cap with the school badge on it. The blond, blue-eyed thirteen year old was carrying a leather satchel. It was none other than Philip, Alex's very pretty and horny little son. Philip sat on the edge of the bed facing the audience and looked furtively behind him. He threw his cap and jacket into the wings, opened his satchel and took out a magazine. He flicked threw the pages and began feeling himself. The image thrown up on to the screens identified the magazine as containing male porn; mature, hairy-chested men brandishing big cocks and wide smiles! A snigger ran round the audience accompanied by a lot of 'tut, tutting'. Philip became more and more excited as he lusted after the men in the pictures. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his little hard schoolboy dick and started to wank. A minute or two later he stood up and pulled his trousers and underpants down to his ankles to give himself more wanking room and masturbated ostentatiously with his legs open, affording the audience the best possible view of his hairless 5" dick and tight smooth nuts. So absorbed was he in his fantasies of being had by these handsome hunks that he failed to hear another handsome hunk enter: his father! Alex, upon seeing his son vigorously masturbating over a porn magazine, feigned outrage. He strode up to the boy, snatched the magazine, looked at it for a few seconds and pretended to be disgusted. He grabbed Philip by the scruff of the neck, sat on the bed and put the naughty little boy over his knee. Philip put up a good struggle, his arms and legs flailing, but his father was too powerful and began administering a sound spanking to the cheers of the crowd. After a few strokes, he began feeling the boy up with his other hand and discovered his small hard erection, which he immediately displayed to the audience who hooted their approval. He spanked and wanked his son for a few minutes, then, overcome with lust, dragged the boy to his feet, forced him to his knees on the floor and stood in front of him, facing the audience. He unzipped his suit trousers and hauled out his hard cock which he proceeded to slap around Philip's face before forcing it down his throat to a roar of appreciation from the audience. He then proceeded to energetically face fuck his horny pervert of a son. But he too was to engrossed in his perverted pleasure to notice the arrival of two identical adults. Philip's twin uncles, Luke and Mark had dropped by, and, getting no response at the door, had just walked in. Luke was in his policeman's uniform and his twin brother was dressed in tight black leather. They stood for a while, transfixed by the sight of their older brother face-fucking their cute little nephew. They fondled their growing cocks as they watched the lust-inducing spectacle before moving forward in the hope of joining in. On seeing them, Alex beckoned them over to participate. He lifted Philip up on his knees on to the bed and turned his round to face his uncles, who were standing with their backs to the audience. Alex ripped off the boy's remaining clothes, pushed his face into Luke's bulging crotch and thrust his tongue up his young son's arse. While Luke forced is nephew to gnaw at his cock through his uniform and then get his big fuck stick out, Alex got his boy-cunt all wet and opened up for his daddy-cock that we intended thrusting up him at the earliest opportunity. Mark got his own cock out and wanked it while he masturbated his young nephew's still hard prickled and fondled his little balls. Satisfied that Philip was ready, Alex forced his daddy-cock up his son with one long, firm thrust to prolonged applause from the excited fathers in the hall and making his son gag on his uncle's cock. A strategically placed camera positioned directly above them allowed the audience to see every millimetre of Alex's dick slide up Philip arsehole. Now Philip knew he was in for a hard shagging that evening and had taken precautions to be fit for it. That morning he had tried to find one of his family to 'prime' him by putting their big cock up him and fucking him for a while. But everyone was too busy with the last minute arrangements. Reluctantly, he had wandered off to the back of the WIC site where all the workman's mobile huts and workshops were located. As the project was nearing completion, most of them were deserted and the site was being cleared up for the coming festivities. But as Philip cast his eyes across the hot sandy site, he noticed a man in uniform leaning on his motor cycle and smoking a cheroot. Walking nearer he thought he recognised the policeman, for that is what he was. A few paces closer and he was absolutely certain it was one of the traffic cops who had peered into the car when he and his father had stopped on the roadside between Safi and Zagora while driving south some months ago for a roadside fuck with the chauffeur. His cock hardened as he remembered the vigorous fucking the lean, handsome thirty-five year old had given him with his muscular hairy chest, thick cock and low-slung balls. He approached the cop who started, and then smiled a smile of recognition. He winked and rubbed his crotch. This was just what Philip was looking for, and the bored policeman. He beamed in response and walked across, placing his hand on the policemen's bulging crotch. Philip then nodded his head towards a near-by empty hut. There is no language barrier when horny man meets horny boy! They quickly went inside and found it empty except for a long work-bench along one side. Philip soon had the cop's cock out and down his throat while he wriggled out of his shorts and kicked off his sandals. He stood up, whipped off his t shirt and turned round, offering his tight and well-greased boy-cunt to the horny policeman. He knew exactly what to do with that. He lifted Philip up and placed his feet on a wooden strut that connected the workbench's legs, some six inches off the ground. This place the boy's arsehole at the perfect height to be fucked. Then, just as he had done in the back of the car in that dusty, hot lay-by, he momentarily placed his cock at the entrance to Philip's willing hole then rammed it straight up and immediately started to fuck him with vigour and determination. It wasn't subtle but it was just what both of them needed. A hot fuck. Holding Philip down over the bench he forcefully buggered him for several minutes and then shot several days' worth of his spunk up the cute little Western rectum. Philip decided to save his load of boy-cum for the evening, so clambered off the bench as the policeman tucked his spent cock back into his trousers. They gave each other an appreciative hug and then slipped out of the hut. Philip then felt able to take whatever the evening threw at him. Thus he was ready for his father's assault on his rear end. His twin uncles took their turns fucking Philip's face while their big brother slammed into his tight young boy-cunt . At the back of the hall, the policeman stood by a closed door on security duty watching the action and stroking his cock through his trousers. It suddenly occurred to him that the English boy probably still had his spunk inside him. In fact, it was acting a lubricant for the kid's own father to fuck him. This made his prick buck in his pants, and the material turned a dark brown as precum soaked through from his leaking cock to the outside. He had good reason to thank this little Western bum-slut and his father. Since that chance encounter on the highway, he had put his own eleven year old son to his cock with thrilling results. The boy was getting to be a good cock-sucker and would soon be able to take his dad up his virgin arse. He smiled as he thought of his cute little son on his knees between his father's legs, and that soon his eight year old son could join in, and it wouldn't be too long before his six year old son would be ready to be trained to satisfy his father's cock. So he had a good ten years of incest fun with his three sons, and then there were his younger brothers' kids... He was startled out of his reverie by a fourth adult who emerged from the dimness of the wings and watched the family orgy, fondling his own substantial fuck-meat in his trousers. Philip's grandfather had called round to see his son, Alex, and was gratified to see all three of his sons continuing the tradition of boy-fucking, all obviously engrossed with his sweet young grandson. He got out his thick eight inch cock and moved towards the rutting group. On spying him, Alex immediately deferred to his father, allowing the fit fifty-five year old to mount the boy, easing his cock right up the tight, moist boy-pussy. He let the audience know how much pleasure his grandson's cunt was giving him. All four men then gave their boy a thoroughly good fucking in the arse and mouth, egged on by the two men not in his mouth and arse (and a thousand dads in the theatre) who stood by masturbating their cummy cocks into his cute choirboy face. Finally, they laid him on his back on the bed and formed a wanking semi-circle facing the audience. One by one, with a great shout (to alert the cameraman) they shot their loads of family spunk all over the little tyke who continued to wank himself throughout. Finally, as Philip' grandfather poured his manly seed over him, he shot his own spray of little-boy spunk high up on his chest where it mixed with the incest spunk donated by his generous relatives. All was broadcast in enormous detail across the screens, and, it should not be forgotten, over the internet to hundreds of thousands of incest lovers the world over. His hair, face and chest were dripping with cum and the cameras lingered over his cum-soaked little body to the obvious enjoyment of the crowd. The show ended with all the participants linking hands and taking a bow, after which Alex swept the fruit of his loins up into his strong arms and carried the boy off stage to rapturous applause. Everyone in the audience was now very excited and thoroughly sexually aroused. But they had one more act to see before they could give vent to their own lust. After a short break, the stage lights dimmed and five shadowy figures could just be discerned crossing the stage from the wings to the bed. As the lights came up five boys and young man could be seen lying on their backs, a foot or so apart from one another. They were all naked and masturbating their hard cocks very slowly. The surtitles informed the audience that they were brothers aged, 21, 17, 14, 11 and 8. They were arranged in order of age: the oldest on stage left; the youngest on stage right. A round of applause greeted this new tableau. The brothers continued to masturbate for a few minutes, gradually getting more animated. Then the oldest brother stretched out his hand a took over wanking his brother's cock, and the youngest did the same to masturbate his eleven year old brother's cock; the fourteen year old continued to work on his own boy meat. After a few minutes a spot light identified a huge figure in white leave the wings and cross to within a few feet of the bed. The surtitles announced the arrival of 'the brothers' father'. This very tall, broad figure faced the audience and without a flicker of emotion crossing his stern, bearded face, he opened his robe and exposed the biggest erect cock most people in the hall had ever seen - except on a donkey. A gasp escaped many lips when the huge organ was displayed on the video screens. This was none other than Mustafa, the forty-five year old man-mountain with a thick 10 inch cock, Philip had 'auditioned' for a job in the computer plant. It was then that Alex had decided he must play a part in the inaugural ceremony with his sons. He was thrilled when the man and his sons agreed to participate and even more delighted to discover he had a fifth son, aged eight, who had been erroneously identified on the application form as a girl. Alex then planned this idyll in dad-son and brotherly incest. The family had immediately gone into training on their father's command. It was the perfect opportunity for him to have sex with his boys, something he had been contemplating for a long time. He knew that all the boys had messed around with one another but didn't know how far it had gone. As his sons grew older and hornier they used their younger siblings to satisfy their teenage lust. Thus apart from the oldest son, all had sucked and wanked their older brothers' cocks at some time, and there had been some fucking too. So the boys were not entirely innocent! Mustafa gathered all five together and announced that from then on they would meet together at least three times each week for sex training. He was extremely blunt about it and the boys looked embarrassed and shocked. They were even more so when he opened his robe and exposed himself to them, showing his fully erect 10 inches. It was longer and thicker than his youngest son's arm from the elbow to the wrist. Each son was made in turn to kiss and caress it. They were then ordered to strip naked and Mustafa fondled each of his son's cocks in turn until they were all, reluctantly and red- facedly, hard. The boys were next told to fondle and masturbate one another and they began to get genuinely into the family sex scene. Their father presided over the action masturbating his own prick as he watched the boys he had put together for his own gratification. He particularly enjoyed watching his two eldest sons molest and fondle the tiny little hard cocks of the two youngest and seeing the little boys try to suck their big brothers' cocks. He rubbed his cock between the middle son's legs while he watched them. He got the older boys to try fucking their little brothers and realised that with a little training the two youngsters would soon be ready to take the two oldests' cocks. Working up from the smallest cock to the largest, he gradually got the boys opened up, a process enjoyed by all. So training sessions were eagerly looked forward to and ended with a huge family spunk up, the father and older sons cumming over the youngest who had been taught how to bring themselves to dry but thrilling orgasms while being showered with copious amounts of incest spunk. Mustafa himself provided a large proportion of the cum from his massive heavy balls. Over the weeks, they all loosened up and thoroughly enjoyed themselves, trying out different positions and combinations and learning to use their mouths, cocks and boy-cunts for the maximum pleasure. Mustafa decided his cock was too big for the youngest boys to take during the scene they were to play in the opening ceremony. But they could manage their big brothers' dicks, so Mustafa struck a bargain with the fourteen year old middle son. In return for being the first to fuck spunk into his two younger brothers, he would allow his dad to fuck him on stage. So the middle son fucked his younger brothers while his two older brothers fucked him to open him up for his father, who directed and advised the circle of rutting boys while stroking his cock. Eventually the older boys would give way to their father and watch him ease his great fuck canon up their little brother's stretched boy-cunt while they took over fucking the two youngsters' tiny, tight boy-pussies. By the time the great day arrived, the three youngest boys' fuck-tunnels were ready, willing and able to take the cocks assigned to them and eager to show off their expertise. So Mustafa moved to centre stage in front of the bed. His sons formed a semi-circle at his feet and each reverently paid their respects to their father's massive cock. They kissed and fondled his large, heavy balls and those who could, tried to suck the huge cockhead - the younger boys just licked it and ran their tongues up and down the shaft. The family then retired to the bed. Mustafa placed his fourteen year old son in the middle of the bed and arranged the eight year old behind him. He then guided the little boy's stiff two inch cock into his older brother's fuck hole and ordered him to fuck. The little kid bucked away at his brother while the others stood wanking their cocks. Then he was told to move over and give way to the eleven year old who slid his 3.5 inches into his sibling. After a few minutes, he was made to give way to the seventeen year old brother and his 7 inch cock. It was obvious from the sequence what was going to happen, but the audience couldn't believe it could continue. Was the slim, pretty fourteen year old really going to take his dad's monstrous 10 inches up his boy-cunt?! Sure enough, he soon gave way to the oldest brother and his fatter 7 inch dick, who gave him the most vigorous buggering so far. As he did so, Mustafa placed the seventeen year old behind the eight year old, stage right of the two other rutting brothers, and ordered them to fuck. The lights and cameras highlighted and transmitted the moment when the little boy took his big brother's cock and started to fuck him. He then placed his eleven year old son on the other side and ordered his eldest son to withdraw from the fourteen year old and shag his eleven year old brother. Once again, this was all caught on camera for the transfixed audience, in the hall and abroad. Satisfied that the two pairs of brothers were happily banging away, he climbed up on the bed and crouched behind the trembling fourteen year old. Clamping his hands on his young son's hips, he drew the boy towards him and eased his colossal cock up the tight, juicy boy-pussy. The audience gasped in disbelief as more and more of the gigantic cum-canon disappeared up the tiny rectum. Those near the front, craned forward to see. Others looked up to the video screens, mouths open, as the camera zoomed in to show just the cock and boy-cunt. The screen then split, still showing the penetration but also the faces of father and son, contorted with lust and concentration. Soon all three couples were fucking quite hard, the youngsters sitting back on the big family cocks that were sliding in and out of their boy-cunts. The fuckers would wank their fuckees hard, hairless little cocks as they rode them to the delight of the audience who all began to clap in unison when the fuckers achieved a common rhythm. The youngest boys started to whimper and wriggle on the end of their brothers' cocks as they rode them to dry orgasms, buggering them harder as they cried out. The audience yelled out encouragement. 'Fuck them harder, boys! Give them a good shagging! Bring the little wankers off! Fuck 'em raw!' And such like. The brothers obliged and brought the boys to a series of orgasms that had them squealing with pleasure. The audience cheered as they saw on the screen, big cocks plunging in and out of the smooth hairless rectums, faces contorted with pleasure and tiny little cocklets being rubbed red. Suddenly the seventeen year old pulled out of his eight year old brother, turned him on to his tummy and shot his load of brotherly cum all over the boy's face and neck. A great roar went up from the crowd. His older brother took the cue and did the same to his eleven year old sibling, bathing him in white ribbons of spunk. Each spunk-up was relayed on to the screens and around the world. Finally, Mustafa, still energetically riding his fourteen year old son, withdrew his mighty weapon and unleashed a flood of pearly cum all over his exhausted son's back, butt and boy-cunt. A tremendous cheer greeted the eruption. And who knows how much spunk was released around the world at that moment! Few had ever seen such a huge cock make so much spunk. It seemed to go on for hours, as volley after volley of the silver-white sperm left the father to anoint the son. All three younger boys lay panting on the bed, wreathed in incest spunk. The audience continued to cheer wildly as the three men gathered up their fuck-partners in their arms and swept them off the stage. It took some minutes for the uproar to die down during which the bed was removed and Alex returned to the stage and approached the audience. To be continued in Part 2 when the incest orgy begins in earnest.