Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 18:57:26 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: Island of sons 5 Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get priority. I can be reached at: Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com My name is Rob. Island of Sons 5 Saturday night and the soccer field is lit with tiki torches. The night sky is ablaze with stars and offset by a crescent moon. The boys of the island are housed away from this facility overseen by the father who unfortunately pulled the short straw. His task is to keep 30 boys engaged in activities in the club house until the main event has reached its conclusion. With only a handful he may have satiated his appetites; with 30 it was finger paints, constructing paper hats followed by a rousing game of pin the tail on the donkey. The fathers had gathered around a raised platform. In the centre a king-sized bed had been positioned festooned with the colourful petals of island flowers. A gently ocean breeze bounced a few about the mattress and caused the flames of the torches to dance as a lawyer from Charleston beat rythmically on an island conga drum. It was the beating of that drum that signaled the onset. The deflowering ceremony had begun. Across the field the first procession marched. Four men from the 30 had won the honour in an archery contest earlier in the day. On a platform hoisted on their shoulders was Mandylor with a ring of flowers on his head, a lei about his neck and a silk wrap about his waist. Slowly the procession came: naked men who also bore island leis; an actor from Hollywood, an engineer from Denmark, an industrialist from Germany, and a CEO from Toronto. They marched in step with the beating of the drum. As they reached the dais the platform was lowered to the ground. The two men in front took each hand of Mandylor to the bed where his crown was removed and his wrap was released revealing his tanned naked body. The lad sat in the centre of the bed as an accountant from Australia blew the tridents trumpet. The sound was sharp. And heads turned as the same men marched to meet Costas who was dressed in a lei and silk wrap. As the second procession arrived at the dais the wrap was removed and the naked father stepped up to the bed. The men gathered closer now as each of the four attendants took their place at each corner of the bed. Another blast of the horn and all fell silent. Costas takes his sons face in his hands and father and son kiss. Lightly at first. Several in quick succession. But then the kisses linger. Become longer. Until one kiss becomes eternal. Tongues play as arms wrap about each other. Passion flares as their male bodies become aroused. The crowd murmurs approval as father lowers son to the bed, body on body, arms embracing, tongues battling. Passion aroused. Costas' tongue trails down the chin, the neck, the collar bone, sliding along the chest to suckle his sons pap. Gently biting, sucking, licking he causes the boy to sigh as the lad takes hold of his dads hair. Sucking more then sliding to the other nipple to do the same. More biting. More licking. More sucking. The tongue trails quickly down to the heart of the boy. Costas sucks in his sons cock. Hands planted firmly on the mattress on either side of his sons hips his sucking mouth masturbates the boy with the rise and fall of his head. Tongue twirls about the knob as he sucks hungrily. Nostrils flared as breath is snorted. His need rises. Hungry. Wanting. The mouth widens and sucks up the balls at the same time causing a smattering of applause in the male crowd. Mandylor begins to writhe on the bed. Something new is happening to him. This is more intense. More powerful. Almost painful. Too intense. He begins to pull his dads hair. Too much. He wiggles and thrashes trying to escape. Needs to move. Has to get away. Then lava flows in his temples. Heat. Hot. Too much. His toes begin to wiggle. His hips trash. Then a sudden pop of pain as Mandylor cries out. The crowd is hushed by the unexpected moment. This was not part of the program. Costas sucks every spurt of his sons first orgasm. Swallowing quickly. Inhaling to find the taste at the back of his throat. His sons spunk. Cum. Juice. Boy drops. As he releases he sits fully erect allowing a dribble of cum to leak and opens his mouth with some cum on his extended cum. The applause is thunderous. And as each man looks from crotch to tongue each man is enveloped in his own renewed lust. Gently Costas turns his sons hips so the boy now lays on his stomach. Head flat to the bed as his knees are bent raising his rump in the air. Costas moves down allowing his tongue to find his sons hole. He begins. Licking. Tongue swipes at the hole. Hands on cheeks. Spreading. Tongue licking, flicking, feathering the tiny pucker. So sweet. So innocent. Getting ready and ripe. The four post men begin to jerk their cocks as they watch father lick son. Moving in Costas presses his lips around the hole as his tongue begins to prod and push. He licks. He pushes. The tongue begins to open the treasure chest. Deeper. Invading. The four men move to stand by Costas. His tongue begins a slow tongue fuck. Pushing deeper. In. Fucking the first muscles of boy cunt. The actor taps his shoulder and Costas moves back from his son as each man lines up. The first, second, third, fourth. All line up with jerking cocks over the boys ass. And each man in turn cums their load onto the boy. The crowd murmurs approval as load after load coats the lads butt cheeks. Costas moves in. His fingers ply the lubricant of male juice over his sons hole then fists it to his cock. More is scopped on the knob. The crowd waits as they move closer. The knob is positioned. Mandylor feels the prick and begins a slow steady inhale of air as his father had earlier instructed. Knob pressing at the door. The crowd inhales. Push. Steady. Pop. The knob enters the boy hole. Virginity disappears along with Costas shaft as the cock moves ever inward. Steady. Onward. Until his hips rest against his sons flesh. The crowd erupts in shouts and applause. Costas fucks slowly. Reverently. It won't take much. The first time is the moist precious. Most special. The walls hug the cock as he fucks. Gently. His balls so tight to his body. His knob on fire. His first fuck of his son. The cum is sudden. No build up. Just sudden. Intense. He yells. Actually yells as the cum shoots deep inside his son wiping away any lingering virginity. They are one. Eternal. Father and son. As he pulls out he lifts his dripping cock. Leaks of white silky cum dribbling. And the crowd roars its approval.