Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 09:39:14 +0000 From: Philip Burbidge <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: English Boy 36 (M/b incest orgy) This is the final installment of 'The English Boy' which took on a life of its own after I wrote the first chapter two years ago. Thanks to all of those readers who have stayed with me and sent me their thoughts and comments on the publication of each chapter, which proved both useful, interesting and stimulating! I leave it with both sadness and relief. I can't think how it might be taken further and it will be a relief to turn to other dad/son incest scenarios! If any readers know of groups or clubs for those turned-on by fantasy family fuck fun, please let me know. I love to talk to like-minded guys and exchange stories and fantasies! Philip255@hotmail.com If offer the following warning: 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 try this at home! It is not the author's intention to incite, commend or promote incest or sex with minors which can cause life-long damage. Chapter 36 'The Great Cum!' Alex approached the microphone to launch the main event of the evening: the mass incest orgy. 'And so we come to the high-point of our night celebrating father/son, man/boy sex. Incest! [dramatic pause] Each time a father cums inside his son; each time a son takes his father's spunk deep inside himself, they re-enact and celebrate that awesome moment from years before, when the father fired his fecund seed and lo!, he created his boy! The constant remembrance and repetition of that miracle of creation by father on son reaffirms and strengthens the mystical bond that binds them for ever. It is both a privilege and a duty for a father to take his son with unbridled and joyous lust to gratify his nature-driven sexual needs, to teach him and maintain the ancient traditions of father/son incest and manly domination. It is both a pleasure and a privilege for a son to submit wholly to his father's desires and abandon himself to the sexual gratification of his older male relatives. This great ritual is the corner stone of our civilization and we honour it by seizing every opportunity to practice the art and sport of male intra-family fucking. From thick white paternal semen springs a beautiful son. Under his father's careful tutelage he grows and matures, and learns the unspeakable joys and secrets of man-boy incest. In the fullness of time, he too produces his own sons for his pleasure and gratification. And so the great cycle of life, lust and destiny turns! So Fathers! Leave not a cock unspunked! Leave not a boy-cunt unfucked. Unburden your balls! Pour your seed in that which your seed created! Take your prize with pride and pleasure. Enter his tight young portals with vigour and joy. Lead by example. Show him the ways of men and fathers and of boys and sons! Fill his body and mind with yourself to overflowing. He is yours and you are his!' 'Sons! Leave not a father's cock unsatisfied! Bow down, honour and venerate that mighty and potent organ that gave you life! Cause to flow the milk of paternal love and take it into yourself. Taste and drink of the river of semen that your father unleashes for your delight. Anoint yourself with it; bathe yourself in it. What is it but the seed of yourself; you in your purest form of pearled silver? Give yourself up openly, wholly and joyously to your father's pleasure and delight and you will ever be unsatisfied or disappointed. [Alex pauses as the tensions mount and grunts of mounting lust rumble around the arena.] Fathers and sons! Together, act out the great cycle of life that has been practiced since time immemorial, far back in the mists of time. Go to it with unbridled passion and unfettered lust! Are you ready men? Men! Are your cocks hard and your balls loaded?' His voice rose to a great crescendo. The fathers in the crowd answered with a huge 'YES!' and then there was complete silence. 'Sons! Are your mouths open and your boycunts greased?' 'Yes!' came a loud chorus of largely unbroken voices. 'Then let the orgy begin!!' With this final invocation a great roar arose as eight hundred fathers leapt upon their eager sons in response to the invitation. There was pandemonium as men rent asunder their son's chitons to get at their young bodies and ripped off their own robes. Hard dripping daddy-cocks appeared everywhere like a forest of spears before a mediaeval battle, and the smooth, hairless bodies of sons were exposed for universal admiration and abuse. Soon, the whole orgitorium was a turbulent sea of writhing bodies as lust-crazed muscular fathers launched themselves on their offspring. Those fathers in the gallery look on in disbelief as the orgy unfolded beneath them. Sons were forced to their knees to service their fathers' cocks with their mouths; many were bent over to receive it up their arseholes; others were perched sitting on their fathers' manhoods as he lay on his back. The positions may have varied, but the intention was universal: the celebration of dad/son sex. The watchers in the gallery, excited by the spectacle, took hold of their boys and joined in the orgy. Bending their boys over the balustrade, they buggered them as they witnessed hundreds below doing exactly the same. At the high table, the Imam was overcome at what he saw and passed out. Following the lead of the audience, the rest of the VIPs grabbed their sons and indulged their incestuous instincts, the Prince whipping out his prick and thrusting it down his young son's throat. Alex and Philip, having already performed for the audience, watched from the stage, smiling. The cameras swung around the arena, relaying pictures on to the massive screens and around the world. You could almost hear fifty million cocks being wanked worldwide by those viewing on the internet as they witnessed the unbelievable show. Within five minutes, hundreds of sons aged between six and sixteen were being vigorously buggered by their fathers. Suddenly, a great shout went up from near the front of the audience. A camera showed it to be a dark, hairy Portuguese father nearing the first orgasm of the orgy inside his smooth, olive-skinned eleven year old son. At the critical moment he pulled out his cock and the shagging multitude took time out to glance up at the nearest screen and see several huge surges of spunk rocket out of his cock, rise in a high arc and fall majestically to wreath his son's ecstatic face. The spunk-daddy was heartily cheered to the rafters, at which point the four doors in the gallery slammed open. From each entrance, fifty soldiers marched quickly and smartly in pairs on to the temporary metal gangways that the General had had built to span the orgitorium. The bridges formed giant pathways that bridged the arena from corner to corner. For a ghastly moment, the orgiasts below thought it was a police raid. But one glance up told them this was just another part of the festivities. All of the handsome hand-picked soldiers had his cock and balls hanging out of his tight uniform trousers and all were sporting impressive erections. This display came courtesy of the General who smiled his approval at their arrival as he took a few seconds off from driving his massive cock into his youngest son's tight little arse. The soldiers formed two ranks a metre a part on each side of the bridges, facing out. They then took their cocks in their hands and began masturbating, stimulated by the orgy of incest fucking continuing below. Many young boys being well fucked by their fathers looked up to see horny lust-filled young men beating their meat and urging them on to take more of their daddies' cocks. Sporadically around the hall, fathers bellowed the warning that they were cumming and the cameras broadcast their orgasms. All around there was nothing to be seen but hundreds upon hundreds of fathers fucking their sons; fathers from every country on earth demonstrating the universality of dad/son sex. Cocks were beginning to cum thick and fast when a cry went up from a spunking soldier. In the space of only three minutes all two hundred soldiers pumped their pricks to boiling point and shot their full loads of cum, which rained down on the copulating dad/son couples below. Soldier after soldier released his cum in a giant spunk-up that travelled along all four lines of men. Warm, creamy military man-cum fell like a sudden spring shower on the rutting men and boys, bedewing their faces, hair and bodies. The cameras followed the travelling orgasms and the screens displayed the scale of the cum-fest to the world. But if the audience thought that was the end of the evening's activities, they were mistaken. The soldiers march smartly back to the gallery where they formed ranks behind the lines of dads who were fucking the shit out of their sons as if their lives depended on it. Their places were immediately taken by two hundred sailors in tight, white uniforms who had been waiting outside to play their part in the proceedings. Their hard throbbing cocks trembled before them and balls bounced as they marched into position. They, too, instantly took hold of their cocks and started wanking hard. More fathers on the ground were reaching orgasm and splattering their sons with cum -- too many for the cameras to pick up all of them. The marble floor was slippy with man-spunk. As the sailors approached a collective orgasm, some fathers below lifted their boys up high above their heads to receive the cumming deluge. Heads back and mouths open, the young boys were drenched in the sailors' spunk that poured down on them. Sailors with a keen eye were able to aim their spunk into young mouths or over small, smooth but very hard little cocks and balls. Fathers fucking their kids on the balcony added to the downpour, also shooting their spunk through the balustrades and on to the eager cum addicts below. All on the floor lifted their heads to bathe in the silver cum-rain. The sailors left the stage and joined the soldiers on the gallery, replaced instantly by the third and last military contingent: two hundred policemen in tight beige trousers, cocks also hard and carried before them. A good two-thirds of the guests had now cum and were enjoying watching the spectacle while their sons suckled on their cocks. But the remaining third were stimulated by the arrival of the policemen and geared themselves for the final thrust. Those who had managed to restrain themselves now gave full rein to their lust, and young sons were buffeted back and forth by the relentless raping their fathers were giving their boy-cunts. 'Yes, take it! Take it, son! Take it like you've never had it before' and similar invocations in a hundred languages echoed around the arena interspersed with the sharp crack of horny daddy-hands on boy-butts. Younger pre-adolescent boys took it harder and deeper than they had ever done before, spurred on by the example of older boys around them. Older sons were determined to match their fathers stroke for stroke and thrust for thrust. There was some hard riding going on out there! At last the policemen reached orgasm. Their faces contorted with lust, they aimed their cocks at the eager faces straining up below them. The few hundred dads who had yet to cum were determined to match them load for load, and in a final effort, a great wave of man-cum was released. Boys were held up high again to be bathed in streams of man-cum and sperm that cascaded down on them like manna from heaven to slake the thirst of the boy cum-drinkers below. Never had so much spunk been shot by so many men in one place. And never had so many boy-butts been so comprehensively ravished in one place by their own fathers' cocks. As the grunts and shrieks of the last orgasms faded away, a profound and satisfied silence settled upon the whole cum-soaked cumpany. Fathers embraced and kissed their spunk-drenched scions and then a ripple of applause grew and spread round the arena. Everyone burst into laughter and applause giving and receiving congratulations as they slip about on the cum-covered marble floor. Not for nothing was this momentous forever after known as 'The Great Cum' and spoken of with great pride by all were there. The incest centre had been well and truly launched to universal acclaim. Such was its success that plans were already far advanced to establish incest centres on every continent, and two in Europe, Asia and North America, to cope with the insatiable world-wide demand for dad/son sexual gratification. Dad/son sex was taking the world by storm and it was here to stay!