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## Chapter 3 - Anal Wing 2


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future work!  You can also catch me on yahoo chat under the name
Dirk.Writer.  Enjoy the story and don't cum till the end!


The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR)


This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the
undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR).  I was sent to
IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would
assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of
government funding.  The institute is top secret, and most Americans would
be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving
wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological
sons.  But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study.

IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for
this purpose.  It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess
whether or not it is properly using its money.  I was given a private tour
of the most promising studies in the facility's 5 wings, each focusing on a
different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss
studies and the very mysterious "Miscellaneous Acts" wing.  For each
experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration
of the study, the "name" used to refer to the subjects, and I will also
record whether or not the subjects were "Volunteers", "Recruits", or
"Other".  All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have
an explanation.

Anal Wing (Part II)

Experiment 7665: Bottoming Comparisons Subjects: Alan (Father, 49) and
Justin (Son, 14) Subsers Status: Volunteers Duration: 2 Months

As we made our way into the next room, my guide said to me, "Now we have
something completely different going on in this next study.  Alan and
Justin came to us hoping they could solve a problem they were having.  It
should be a quick visit." He opened to door and gestured me into the room.
"You see, the both were very into incest, and had the hots for each other.
At IFSIR, we never want to discourage that."

"So what was the problem?"  I asked.

"Well, you see, they were both total power bottoms.  Both of them loved to
get RAMMED up the ass with big cocks.  It was too bad, because as you'll
see, they both have huge wangs.  But we came up with a solution for them,
and it's proved some pretty interesting results.  Take a look."

I looked through the glass and there I saw another beautiful, kinky and
breathtaking site.  Alan and his son Justin lay on two medical tables like
you would see in a doctor's office, though padded for comfort.  At the end
of the tables were stirrups for legs, and both men had their feet high in
the air.

These two men were incredibly hot, but both very different.  They both
looked kind of geeky, I suppose.  The dad was a spitting image of Clark
Kent.  Jet black hair slicked to the side, he wore, large, thick glasses.
He was rippled with muscles, but his pale skin made him look as though he
spent a lot of time at the computer or reading.  His feet were quite large,
and his big, thick calves led down to a firm, smooth ass.  His hole had
some hair around it, but that's not what I was focused on.  Rather, I was
interested in the dildo that was going in and out of his ass at a very
rhythmic pace.  It was attached to a machine that kept the pace up, and the
large dildo was going all the way into the hilt, then out again at the
tempo of a fast rock song.  With each thrust Alan was letting out an "Oh!"
or a "YES!" or a "FUCK YEAH!" in excitement, and this was evidently what
was making his long, veiny cock so rock hard.  That was definitely what I
noticed about his huge dick, the long, spider web like viens running up and
down it, the blood pumping through them keeping it rock hard and wet.  His
chest and stomach were smooth, with only a patch of thin, dark hair between
his pecs.

Next to him, his son was in the very same position.  Much smaller and
narrower than his dad, Justin was as thin as a rail.  His ribs stuck out
just slightly, but he was so thin that even he had a nice six pack and
general definition.  He too was pale and nerdy, his own blue eyes behind a
pair of geek chic black plastic glasses.  His black hair was spikey and
messy.  The boy was nearly writhing in ecstasy as the dildo pounded his own
ass in the same rhythm as the one going into his dads.  Of course he too
was yelling out, though in a slightly higher pitched voice, thinks like "OH
MY GOD!"  and "YEAH HARDER!" Then I noticed something about the dildo
ramming away at Justin's ass.  It was incredibly veiny.  I looked back to
his dad, and sure enough, the dildo was an EXACT replica of his father's
cock.

I now took a look at the boy's cock, and it was long and slender.  It had a
very cute, fat mushroom head on it that was engorged so hard I thought he
might explode at any second.  And when I looked back to the dildo plugging
dad's ass sure enough it too was long, skinny and had a fat head that
pulled at the ring of his ass in a lovely way.

"The men were cumming so much," my guide said, interrupting my open-mouthed
stare, "that we had to tell them to stop looking at each other.  It seemed
that every time they made eye contact they would cum.  It was getting out
of hand."

"But I don't see any cum..." I said.

"Don't worry, just give it a second."

A technician sitting at a computer in the room with us butted in, "If you'd
like to see some cum, I can make that happen.  It's been long enough, they
should be ready for a nice full load."

"Excellent!  Go ahead!"

The technician typed a few things into the computer, and suddenly the
dildos in the room tripled in speed.  They were whirring electronically,
and moving as such a speed that they were almost blurred.  Only true,
experienced power bottoms could take a pounding like that.  And proving
that they loved it, the change in speed elicited a HUGE response from both.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!  YES!  YES!  THAT'S WHAT WE NEED!" The dad called out,
as he threw his head back and smiled.

"OH THANK GOD!" His son yelled out at the same time.  "I THOUGHT IT WOULD
NEVER COME!"

The men then both started rhythmically saying "OH OH OH OH!" though
Justin's little cries were almost like a puppy yelping in joy and
excitement.

"Alright men, go ahead and take a look at each other.  You can shoot."

The guide had barely finished speaking into the microphone before the two
noisy men turned their heads to gaze into each other's eyes.

"OH DADDY!"

"YEAH SON!"

"OH DADDY!  I WANT YOUR CUM!"

"I WANT YOURS SON!"

While still locking eyes, while the dildos were still ramming at lightening
sped, the two men reached over and grabbed each other's cocks.
Instantaneously the cum started flying.  If I had thought the twins were
well timed, they had nothing on these two.  Father and Son shot rope after
rope of white, creamy cum in time with the dildos ramming their asses.  I
suppose it was due to the intense, identical rhthym of the mechanisms that
were fucking them, because every time the dildos went in to full hilt, the
pair spurted.  As the dildos were set to lightening speed, you can imagine
the sight of two cocks shooting thick, continuous, and FAST loads at the
same time.

But the most miraculous part about the Subsers orgasms wasn't that their
shots were so well timed, but rather that they managed to shoot all of the
cum into each other's open and waiting mouths.  When they both reached for
each other's dick, they pointed the respective tools at their own faces.
As the rapid fire cum shots went off, then men gobbled down the sperm with
smiles on their faces.  The loads arced over each other, first the
father's, then the son's, over and over as they shot.  It was almost
artistic, the way they so hungrily and tactfully shot into each other's
throats while still getting rammed so hard and deep by the replica's of
each other's cock.  As their orgasms slowed, the machines calmed down, and
my guide hastily led me on.

Experiment 2185: Contortion and Acrobatics

Subjects: Viktor (Father, 39) and Sasha (Son, 11) Acronovov

Status: Volunteers

Duration: Indefinite

We went down a flight of stairs to the next door.  When we entered the
observation room I realized why we had gone down the stairs, for the room
where the next pair was standing had a very high ceiling.  Along the
ceiling were acrobat ropes and a large net.  As I looked around, I realized
the room looked very much like a circus, there were balancing beams and big
rubber balls and ropes and ladders everywhere.  It looked like a fun place
to play around, but I never imagined what kind of fun the Acronovovs would
show me in just a few moments.

"We had these two flown over from a show they were doing in Russia," my
guide explained.  "When we told them we had a facility where they could
practice their `private performances' all day long, they happily agreed to
move in.  They've been here for 3 years."

He didn't have to tell me they were Russian, I could tell right away.  The
father and son were walking around the room, using the various pieces of
equipment.  Currently the son was swinging from two rings suspended from
the ceiling.  I watched him as he flipped, his tight and slender body
working hard.  He was incredible toned for a boy so young, but his face,
dark in complexion and intense on concentration, showed that he knew
exactly what he was doing.  The father was walking on his hands on a
balance beam.  This man was ripped.  His biceps bulged like wild, as I
watched him move up and down the beam.  He too was dark, all of his
features sharp and square.  His armpits attracted me in particular, they
were rippling with muscle and lightly dusted with hair.  Apparently his son
was attracted too, because he quickly jumped down from the rings and ran
over to his dad, buried his face in that pit and began licking at it.  The
dad just stayed there on his hands and smiled, softly speaking to his son
in Russian.

Both men were dressed in teal and purple singlets, obviously leftover from
their act in Russia.  They were tight and beautiful in them, Viktor's chest
hair billowing over the top of his, while Sasha's little nipples were
peaking out of his own.  I noticed now, however, that the singlets had been
modified.  Large circles were cut out of the crotches of both, and Sasha's
adorable, small butt was also exposed.  Viktor's long and snake like cock
had been hanging out of his singlet upside down, but as his son licked at
his pits, I got to watch the incredibly hot scene of a man's cock becoming
rigid against gravity.  Eventually it was straight out, thick and veiny,
and leaking drops of precum on to the back of his son's head.

"What do you have to show us today, gentlemen?" My guide spoke into the
microphone.  As soon as they heard him, they leaped down from where they
were playing and stood at attention.

"You want we should show you want we have practiced with the...how you
say..." the father began.

"With the self suck!" Sasha piped in.

"Oh yes, that would be lovely.  Proceed please."

Clearly excited, Sasha bounced over and fetched one of the large, rubber
balls, like you might see someone using for exercise, though quite a big
bigger.  He rolled it into the middle of the room so we would have a
perfect view.  As his father watched, Sasha climbed onto the ball, and with
incredible balance lay down on his back.  He was short enough that his feet
didn't touch, and the ball barely moved an inch as he used his young, agile
body to hold it in place.  Then, slowly, he raised his legs.  Viktor moved
forward to grab his son's legs and push them back.  It seemed as though the
boy would snap in half, but he just kept bending, until finally his own
cock was dangling right above his mouth.  The boy was smiling the whole
time, as if it didn't hurt.  That is, smiling until he lifted his head and
popped his own, smaller but still sizable dick head into his mouth.

What happened next was truly one of the most amazing and shocking things I
had ever seen.  Once his son was happily sucking himself, Viktor climbed up
on top of his son.  Still the ball barely budged as he pulled himself up
onto his son.  Now both men were on top of the ball, Viktor on top of his
son, and slowly he lined his cock up to the boys super tight and exposed
hole.

Sasha gave out a tiny "Mmmph!" as his daddy popped the head of his cock in.
Then, with incredible skill and control, Viktor removed his hands and feet
from touching his son.  Viktor was now balanced only on his cock in his
son's ass.

"You are ready for some son?" he asked in his burly Russian accent.

"Ya!" His son said, then resumed sucking his own cock head.

To this day, I have no idea how the two men managed to do what they did.
But suddenly, Viktor's cock slipped another few inches into his son's hole,
then stopped.  It seemed that gravity should have kept him going, but
either Sasha was able to control his ass or Viktor was able to expand his
cock enough to stop him.  I also noticed that as he slipped in another few
inches, Sasha bent more and took more of his own cock into his mouth.  The
ball still barely moved.

"More Papa!" Viktor cried, then took the cock back in his pretty little
mouth.  Again, another few inches of Dad's dick went into Sasha's ass, and
then another few inches of the son's own dick went deeper into his throat.

This went on, the father and son slowly adding more and more inches, until
finally, when Viktor's dick was about halfway into his son, Sasha had
swallowed the entirety of his long and thin 11 year old cock.

"You want sperm, son?" Viktor asked.  Sasha gave him a thumbs up.  "Ok,
here I come!" Viktor said, and then slid the rest of his giant tool into
his son's tight and toned ass.

The man immediately started cumming deep into his son, and as he did so he
convulsed and shook wildly.  He was screaming what were obviously curse
words and words of praise in Russian while he jolted around.  Sasha,
however, remained stoic, and kept the ball balanced as his father came into
him.  He also maintained the grip on his own cock, and continued to suck
himself as his father blew his load.  Finally, when the massive orgasm was
done, still panting Viktor said, "Ok son, down now."

Slowly Sasha rolled backwards, his father still staying buried in him, his
own cock still stuffed down his throat.  Finally when they were gracefully
on the ground, Viktor pulled down his son's legs.  The two of them fell
into a kiss, and as their lips parted I saw long strings of white boy cum
stretched between them.  Obviously, while his father was cumming wildly and
while balanced on a ball, Sasha had been able to maintain control as he
came into his own mouth.

"They are the best acrobats in the world!" My guide said proudly.

"You can say that again!"













Experiment 5839: Oral/Anal Obsession

Subjects: Jesse (Father, 54) and Topher (Son, 19)

Jack (Father, 49) and Duke (Son, 13)

Desmond (Father, 51) Mickey (Son, 17) Donny (Son, 11)

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 4-10 Years

As we approached the next door, I noticed that there were 3 green lights
all illuminated above the entrance.

Looking up at them, my guide said "Ah, perfect.  All three families are in
action.  Now, before we enter, I need to mention a few things.  First of
all, this is a group study, where men are encouraged to interact with each
other.  These three families came to us with similar requests, to be
involved in anal studies.  But as you'll see, there is more to the anal
wing than simply penetration.  This study is dedicated to...well you'll
see.  I also want to warn you, that we are not entering an observation room
this time.  You will be in among the participants, and I encourage you to
walk around and get a good look at them.  Though try not to interact, as
they are all very...dedicated to their task.  Though I suppose some of the
fathers may say something to you.  The sons I doubt will have much to say
at all.  Oh, and take off your shoes.  Ready?"

I was so excited I could only nod my head slowly.  My guide opened the
door, and I stepped in to survey the incredible site.  The room was like
one giant bed.  The entire floor, except for a few spots where there was a
table and chairs, a TV and a bookshelf, was covered in a very soft, silky
mattress.  Around the room, at varying heights, small squares were raised
up, still cushioned.

Spread out around the room were the seven men and boys participating in
this wild study.  The three families involved were about as different as
they could be, but the vigor with which the boys were doing what they loved
doing was identical.  Each boy had his face buried deep inside of a hairy,
heavy daddy ass.  The room was filled with moans, but as I looked around I
realized that very few of these moans were coming from the older men.  In
fact, two of the dads were chatting quietly while one dad was flipping
through a bisexual porno mag.

My guide and I approached the dad by himself with his son first; their
names were Jesse and Topher.  He was half reclined on one of the raised,
cushioned platforms.  I later found out the platforms were custom designed
for this study, and that's why his and his son's positioning was so
perfect.  From the way the dad was seated, his son was at perfect height
while on all fours.  The dad was able to relax, lay his muscular and hairy
legs on his son as though he were a coffee.

The sight of the father was underwear ripping hot.  I wasn't surprised to
see he was reading a bi magazine, because he was absolutely not the type of
man you would expect to find in an underground research facility for
father/son incest.  He looked like he had just gotten off his Harley.  The
only way to describe the man's build was beefy.  He was like a brick house.
He had a thick, white mustache and a piercing like a small bull's ring
through his nose. He wore a black bandana around his bald head.  All over
his body were tattoos, the normal stuff, snakes and skulls and flames and
crosses.

I looked down at his son, who was buried as far into his dad's meaty ass as
he could be.  At first, this kid looked to be just as punk and hardcore as
his dad.  I could only see his back, but saw several tattoos.  His hair was
a shock of bright blue, obviously dyed, and he had large piercings in his
ears.  He was relatively skinny, and his cute hairless butt poked out at me
as he ate away.  I looked closer and realized that his tattoos weren't just
any tattoos.  He had a large one on his back of a cock shooting cum.  As I
looked back to his father, there was no question that the cock tattooed on
his back had been modeled after his own dad's dick.  He wasn't touching it,
but it was rock hard, long, thick, veiny and with a very distinct,
throbbing head.

On his ass was an elaborately scripted tattoo.  On the left cheek it said,
"PROPERTY OF MY FATHER, MR. JAMES A. RUFFIAN" and on the right, in the same
script, "DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION."  I couldn't believe it!
This boy had actually permanently marked on his body that he belonged to
his father.  How bold!

Jesse, the father, obviously noticed me looking at those tats.  "You like
those?  I designed `em."

"They're fantastic," I said.  He just grunted and returned to his magazine.
The boy still hadn't taken his face from his dad's hole, and I noticed now
that his own hard dick was leaking precum all the way down to the floor.

"Jesse and Topher have been here for 8 years.  Since Topher here was 11.
We have never seen someone so dedicated to...eating ass.  These two play
around in other ways, but Topher always seems to want to get back to a
position where he can lick at his dad's hole.  In fact, since they got here
these two have only left once--"

"Yeah, to get my slut his tats.  As soon as he turned 18 I took him to my
artist.  He modeled that one on his back from my own hard cock, which I was
slapping against my son's face as he got his first ink.  The ass one we did
that day too, and for that one all my biker buddies were there to watch.
It was great."

Suddenly Topher popped his head up out of his dad's ass, "Yeah and-MMMMF!"
Before he could get two words out, Jesse had take his meaty thighs and
grabbed his son's head, and pulled the poor boy back into his ass for more
munching.  He squeezed his son's head hard, and got a very angry look on
his face.  The boy ate away, but whimpered his sorriness to his dad.

"Did I tell you you could stop tonguing my hole, Slut?  Hmm?  Did I?
Oooh...yeah slut son.  Eat harder, that's gonna make me cum."

Then, suddenly, without even touching his cock, Jesse began to cum.  He
tightened his grip on his son's head as he shot a creamy and thick load up
and over his tattoos.  He threw his head back and moaned "You nasty slut!
Eating your dad's ass!  Yeah boy enjoy it!"  Then he returned to his
magazine, keeping his son's head locked into his hole.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the younger boy who had been in the group in the
back of the room timidly walked up to Jesse, who looked up from his
magazine.

"Can...can I--" the boy began.  He was small for his age, barely looked
11.  He was smooth all over, and rock hard.  He had red hair on his head,
and freckles all over his face.  He was beautiful, but obviously pretty
shy.  He looked back at his dad nervously, and his dad motioned and said
"Go on, ask!"

"Can I-uh-please have that-sir?"

"Have what, son?" The man said gruffly.

"May I please have that...cum?"

Jesse sighed, then looked at me.  "I'll tell you, as much as my son loves
ass, no one I've met loves cum more than this kid.  Go ahead son, take it."
Once again he returned to his magazine.  The little redhead leaned forward
and began lapping at the dick head.  He hungrily cleaned that off, then
moved up the hairy man's big stomach and chest.  Once he had that all
clean, he licked up the few drops that had landed in Topher's hair.  Then
he looked up at me, a glob of daddy cum on his bright red lips.

"Do you want to come see what I'm learning now?"  How could I say no to
such a cutie?  He took my hand and let me to the back of the room, where
his dad, his brother and what I later learned were his best friend and his
best friend's dad were all laying.  The two dads were on their stomachs,
hands propped up, facing each other and chatting.

The other pair, not the red heads, were named Jack and Duke.  They were
both black, and both quite large.  Jack was muscle bound, looked like a
military man.  He had a bald head, and a big black hand that was at his
back side, pushing his son's head into his ass.  The kid was slobbering and
giggling, his own black butt wiggling as he ate away at the delicious meal.
I could see his pink tongue slipping out into his father's dark hole, and
his white teeth flashing as he smiled as he ate.  I noticed that everyone's
attention was turned to these two, and I saw why.  Clearly, Duke was about
to shoot a young wad.  He wiggled his butt some more, then quickly pulled
himself from his dad's ass.  He scooted up, spread his dad's ass cheeks,
pointed his long, dark cock at his dad's hole, and began to spasm.

"Oh Daddy!  Your ass made me cum again!" He screamed, and I was shocked to
see how much cum a boy of his age could produce.  It would have been a
large load for a boy fully through puberty.  He coated his dad's ass with
his 13 year old boy cum.  And it wasn't long after his last, shuddering
shot hit his dad's hole that he was back down in between the cheeks,
licking it clean.  He looked up at me after a minute or so, cum dripping
down his chin, a huge smile on his face, and said, "It makes it taste even
better!"  His dad gave a deep, booming laugh at this, then pressed the kids
face back into him with his meaty hand.

"Come on now, watch!" The shy little redhead boy, Donnie said, finally
pulling my attention back to him.  These three family members, little
Donnie, his teenaged brother Mickey and his father Desmond all had shocking
red hair.  Desmond was pale skinned but clearly tightly packed.  He had
short red hair on his head and a nicely trimmed red beard.  He had a light
dusting of red hair on his chest, and as he was slightly propped up, I
could see a full red bush out of which sprouted a very large, uncut Irish
cock.  Alex, the middle son, had spikey red hair and a cute, freckled face,
though nothing like his little brother.  He had a slender, teen build, but
also proudly sported a red bush of pubic hair.  Though his long cock wasn't
as thick as his dad's, it was still beautiful and uncut, and plenty
sizeable for a 17 year old.  Then came adorable little Donny, so innocent
and shy.  His face was covered in red freckles, and though he had no red
hair around his boy prick, his own shock of read hair on his head was
enough.

Donnie dropped to the floor, lay on his stomach and parted his daddy's
red-hair-coated cheeks.  He plopped his face square on the hole and began
to lick.  "Go ahead and show him your swirl trick, Mick." Desmond said in a
full, deep Irish accent.

"Alright Donnie, ready?  This is one of dad's favorites."  I watched in
shock and joy as Mickey dropped down as well, and parted his little
brother's tiny cheeks.  He buried his own face in his brother's
pre-pubescent ass and began to lick away, the men now forming a big
brother-little brother-daddy ass eating train.  All three men moaned as
they enjoyed each other's taste and tongues.

"Come on, Donnie.  I know it feels good but try to do what Mickey is doing
at the same time...OOOOOH FUCK YEAH BOY THAT'S IT!  WORK YOUR DAD'S HOLE
FOR THAT CUM YOU LOVE!"

"Damn," Jack said to his friend as his own son still licked his cum off his
ass.  "Your kid has to be the best cum slut I've ever seen.  Look at him
work for it!"

And was Donnie ever working!  He was tonguing exactly like his brother, and
I could tell he was enjoying it.  Mickey worked through some more tricks he
had learned, explaining to me that he had grown up eating his father's ass
and knew it better than he knew his own.  Finally the boy, so turned on by
eating his little bro's tight ass, announced, "Hey Donnie, I got a treat
for you."

"Will you putt it on Daddy's butt?" Donnie asked quietly.

His loving big brother smiled.  "Sure, back up kiddo.  Why don't you stroke
it out for me?"  Mickey moved to a kneeling position, and reached forward
and held his dad's ass cheeks open.  Little Donnie reached up and wrapped
his two little hands around his brother's long cock.

"Ooooh, thanks little bro!  Yeah right there!  Oh man, he's good at this
dad!  Oh...SHIT!  HERE IT IS!  AH!"  The teenager bucked his hips, shoving
his tool through his little brother's hands as he exploded.  Rope after
rope of adolescent cum shot through the air and landed in the crack of
their Dad.

"Alright, bro.  Go ahead and clean it up," Mickey said as he started to
push his brother's face back into his dad's crack.  Man these men were into
pushing faces into holes!  But before he could get all the way in, Desmond
piped up.

"Mickey, you better get my cock in your mouth.  Having his little tongue
back in me is going to make me bust."

"Sure thing, Dad!" the teenager said gingerly.  "Lift up!"

I watched in amazement of the grace of the three guys in front of me.  As
Dad lifted up his waist, Mickey slid underneath and took his father's long
and pale cock down his throat in one gulp. He sucked his father like crazy,
burying his nose in that big red bush.  His dad draped his big thighs down,
and soon the little one resumed his position, face down in his dad's ass.
Like his friend had, he began lapping the cum out of his dad's hole, only
this time it was his brother's cum.  Mickey, who was still sucking down
dad's long and thick dick, wrapped his arms up around his dad and began to
massage his little brother's sweet and hairless ass.  He massaged it gently
and tenderly as the little guy ate out his father's big butt.

"Now make Daddy cum with that swirl trick, Donnie. You can do it!"

I watched Donny's head turn as he began to do the swirl, and sure enough
Mickey let out a long, happy "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" As his dad began to buck his
hips.

"OH BOYS!  You are the BEST SONS a DAD COULD WANT.  GAAAAAAAH YEAH!  EAT MY
ASS!  SUCK MY COCK! OOOOH CHRIST!"  He screamed as he shot a huge load into
his older son's ass, coaxed out of his cock by his little boy's face in his
crack.  Finally the Irish stud calmed down, and the two boys pulled back.
Daddy Desmond rolled over, his softening, spent cock flopping as he did so,
and lay back happily.  His two boys climbed up, and each lay their heads on
his red, furry stomach.  Dad placed a big hand on each of their heads and
gently pushed them together.  He watched with a satisfied grin as his two
sons shared a deep, loving kiss, spreading all types of cum between their
lips.  Both me and my guide were mesmerized, but he managed to pull himself
out of it.  "Come on, we've still got one more, very special stop in this
wing."



Experiment 5839: Intergeneration and Double Penetration

Subjects: Henry, (Grandpa, 68), John (Father, 40) and Matthew (Son, 10)
Deepers

Status: Volunteers

Duration: 2 Weeks

As we walked into the next observation room, my guide hit me with a piece
of news that made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to break off.
How was I ever going to get through this day, we weren't even at lunch yet!

"These next three are one of the only intergenerational families we've had
come to the study!"  He said happily

"Inter...generational?  You mean...more than just a dad and a son?"

"You bet!  Grandpas in on this one, take a look!"

We came fully into the room, and when I looked in, I felt myself begin to
orgasm right in my pants.  I had to close my eyes and breath deeply to
suppress it, it just wouldn't be professional to get so invested in this.
Still, what I saw going on in that room was so erotic, so taboo that I
still use it as a jack off thought when I need to cum quick.

In the center of the room was a padded table, and stretched across that
table on his stomach was one of the cutest boys I had ever seen.  He was no
more than 11, skinny and tight.  His arms were laying limp at his side,
long and skinny.  He had neat hair, dark brown, and it was slicked across
his head.  His peach skin and the look of intense concentration in his
green eyes gave an almost professional appearance.  He looked like a neat,
quiet and respectful church boy.  Which is why it was so shocking that he
was getting POUNDED, and I mean POUNDED in both his ass and his mouth by
two older men.  And not just any men, his father and his grandfather.

Of course, I found out later that these three men WERE all church boys.  In
fact, the grandfather and the father were both Baptist ministers.  The
three of them all believed heavily in God, and were very proper about it.
No cursing, no drinking and of course no heterosexual, non-incest sex
outside of the family before marriage.  But they all also believed that
incest among fathers and sons was an important, God given gift, and they
were celebrating it like champs!

At the cuties mouth was John, taking his long and rigid cock and slamming
it into his son's happy little throat.  The boy gagged and choked every so
often, but never wavered from sucking, and in fact seemed to encourage his
father by every so often grabbing the mans ass and pulling him into his
throat.  John was tall and robust, wide and muscular.  He had a light
dusting of dark hair across his broad chest.  He had great nuts, low
hangers that were bouncing up against his son's little chin with every
thrust.  He had tree trunk legs and his own muscular ass flexed every time
he thrust forward.  He tickled his erect nipples as he did his work on his
son.  I noticed that he, too, had hair slicked to the side.  He had the
fiery look of a pastor in his eyes, the kind of reverend that every girl in
the choir wants to marry.  And here he was, fucking his son's throat.
Amazing.

At the rear end, with a tight grip on his Grandson's hips, stood the
energetic and surprisingly sexy old man, Henry.  Henry had silver hair, a
chiseled jaw, and a nicely defined body, especially for a man his age.  His
chest hair was thicker, all white, with light hair running down his thick
biceps and forearms.  Like his kin, he had the slicked hair, the
professional and serious look in his face.  He looked like a preacher you
might see on TV, one you would trust.  If only they could see him now,
giving his young grandson the pounding of a lifetime.  I could tell the man
wouldn't settle for anything less than a rough fucking, he was pulling his
big, hairy cock all the way out of his grandson, and then in one quick
thrust rushing it all back in to the white, hairy hilt.  As he did so, he
looked down at his grandbaby's little hole closing, and then stretching
open for his grandpa cock.  The pressure in my nuts was almost unbearable.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?"  My guide asked.  "We brought these
three in because we were curious about three generations of incest lovers.
But Grandpa, who is the clear head of the family as you will see, was
insistent on something else."

"What's that?" I said, not able to take my eyes away from the spit roasted
little Christian boy.

"Well, Henry there really wanted to double penetrate his grandson with his
own son's help.  You know, he wanted the boy to feel both his father and
his grandfather's cock in him at once."

"Not a bad idea, but the kid is so little.."

My guide laughed.  "You sound like John, the father.  He doesn't think his
son is ready.  But like I said, Grandpa makes the rules, and Grandpa set a
date and time for the double penetration.  It's in five minutes."

My cock jumped.  "You mean they're going to do it now?"

"Oh yes," my guide said. "And if they're successful, it will be the
youngest double penetration in history, even with the partnered
heterosexual and non-incest studies.  I think we both can agree that if
anyone can do it, it's a gay, horny trio of fathers and sons."

"What does the son have to say about all this?"

"The son's mouth is usually so stuffed with cock that we can't hear him say
much of anything, except `More please!"  So we'll find out I guess.  Here,
I want you to hear what they're saying.  This has been going on for weeks."
My guide walked over and switched on the audio so we could hear what was
being said in the rooms.

"Well Lordy Dad, why do you have to be so stubborn?"  John was saying as he
held his son's head down on his cock with one of his big hands.

"I'm not going to -goodness this is a sweet bottom- argue with you
anymore.  The boy is ready!  Do you see how he's taking Grandpa?  Look at
this!"  John leaned over to watch his father's cock plunging into his son's
cock.

"I know Dad, if you let me have more of his ass then maybe I'd agree!"

"I let you pop his cherry, didn't I?"

"Yeah but that was the last time I got in there!"  John whined at his
father.

"Well son, you know how it is.  I'm your creator, and you're his.  Without
me he wouldn't be here, so I get a crack at his ass for as long as I want.
If you really want in this sweet hole," and here he gave little Matthew a
hard slap on the ass, "then you'll have to come in with me."

"But Dad...he's--" John's protest was interrupted by one of those
telltale bells going off in the room.  There was silence as Grandfather and
Father, both with their dicks plugged in to the hilt, shared a long,
intense look.

"I've prayed about this, Dad, but I just don't think I can."

Then both men looked down suddenly as the young Matthew pulled his mouth
off his father's dick, a long string of spit or precum stretching from his
lips as he did so.  He looked up at his father with big, honest green eyes.
"Father, I don't mean any disrespect, but I think Poppa is right."



"You do, son?" John said shockingly, rubbing his cock across his son's
pretty red lips.  The son kissed the head sensuously.

"Yessir.  I've been praying about it too, and I want you inside me again
dad, and I want to feel what it's like to have both my creators in me.  I
think I will love it, and I think the Lord would want that too."

"Listen to your son," Grandpa "Poppa" said.  "He wants it, and he's right.
The lord is watching, so let's screw the hell out of this little thing." He
said, giving the little hairless ass a slap.  Slowly he withdrew his long,
old man cock from the boy.  "I know a way we can do this where he will be
in control.  Here."

I watched in awe as Grandpa arranged the scene.  The boy sat on his knees,
as he had obviously been told to do, and watched as his Father and Poppa
climbed up onto the table.  The sat with their legs draped over each other,
and pulled closer and closer towards each other, until their long, thick
cocks were standing erect against each other, base to base.  I had the
chance to compare their cocks.  Grandpa's was thick and full, a nice head
to it.  The father's was longer, but not as thick, though just like Grandpa
he sported a beautiful purple mushroom head.  Both were throbbing just as
hard as I was.  Once they were together, without even being ordered, little
Matthew crawled over and tried to take both cocks into his mouth.

"Come on boy, you can do it," Grandpa encouraged.  After a few more tries,
finally the boy was able to get his mouth around both throbbing heads.  As
he pushed his face down to swallow two generations of cock, I could see the
concentration and belief in his eyes, he really wanted this.  After a few
minutes of slobbering on those cocks, he pulled off.

"I think they're ready!"

"Alright son," John said unexpectedly.  "Climb on!"  It looks like Dad was
ready for it too!  The earnest little Christian boy mounted the table, and
stood above the two cocks that made him.  He slowly began to squat down,
placing his little arms around his father and grandfather.  The two men
reached forward and each grabbed one of his little legs, to guide him down
easier.



My guide and I watched, silent, amazed, as finally the boy was sitting on
the two cocks.  He screwed up his face, losing his look of honesty and
replacing it with one of pain and excitement.  "Oh lordy!" He cried out.

"Alright, on the count of three pull down with me son," Grandpa Henry said.
"One...two..."

"Three!" called out little Matthew, and both of us watching covered our
mouths in shock as we heard a loud pop, and saw the two cockheads disappear
into the little boy's hole.

"Oh Lord!" The father cried out as his throbbing cock once again entered
his son's little hole.

"YES!  That's it!  Hallelujah!"  Grandpa cried out, feeling for the first
time a little ass holding his cock tight up against his own son's.

At first the little guy couldn't speak.  I can't imagine what it would be
like, taking two very large cocks up your ass for the first time, and
knowing it was your father and your father's father in you.  But after a
moment he began to slide down more, and let out a long, loud,
"PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAISE JESUS!"

The show continued.  Matthew, after sitting down all the way on both cocks
and breathing deeply, began to get encouragements from the two men buried
in him.  "I'm so proud of you son," his dad said.  "I know you want more,
so start bouncing boy," Grandpa said, more sternly.  The combination of the
soft and sweet and hard and forceful encouragements was just what the boy
needed.  Slowly he began to rise again, and soon Dad and Grandpa were
bouncing him up and down while he had a big smile on his face.  The room
filled with moans and groans, all of them saying the lord's name as they
got on with the nastiest gay incest I had ever seen.  I had leaked a wet
spot through my pants when Dad called out.

"I've got to Cum!"

"Me too, Dad!" the son yelled.

"Alright my boys, let's do it!"  Grandpa ordered.

And then all three of them exploded at once.  Matthew shot an impressive
load for an 11year old, shooting straight up his stomach and chest.  Dad
and Grandpa were shouting "OH LORD OH YES!  OH WOW JESUS!" as they came,
and I watched as the boy, still bouncing, began to have cum leak out his
stretched asshole and drip down the daddy/grandpa cocks inside him.  After
a few moments, the boy hurriedly got off the two cocks, and I turned to my
guide in shock.  Why was it ending so quickly after the cum shots?



"Just watch, Grandpa always does this..."



The boy climbed off the table, his little butt leaking man cum as he went.
Then John, the father got down on the floor beside him as Grandpa, who was
still hard as a rock, began to stroke himself.  Father and son scooted up
to Henry, and each began running their tongues around his still hard shaft.
Their tongues tangled around it as they licked up the massive amounts of
cum, and the ass juice from Matthew's tiny hole.  After only a few moments,
I watched Henry's hairy nuts curl up and he exploded again, another
impressive load, all over his son and grandson's faces.  Granpa Henry lay
back in exhaustion and John and Matthew turned to face each other.  I
watched as the two of them took turns licking each other's face, cleaning
the grandpa cum off each other.  Then, of course, the three of them
reclined on the table to share a cum filled kiss.

"Time to move on, we've still got so much to see!" My guide said.  How
could I go on without cumming??

