Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 12:33:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dadz Dream <dadzdream@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Slutty Kid, Chapter 2

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imagination combined with my deepest fantasies. It is intended for a legal
adult audience only, and contains graphic sex between adult men and an
underaged boy. All rights reserved by the author.

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My Slutty Kid, Chapter 2 by DadzDream (Mb, inc, cons)


Previously in Chapter 1:

I'm getting close and his story is making me hotter. I look up at the clock
and see that the pizza guy should be here any minute too. Time to finish
up. I start pounding my kid's ass even faster now, and look down to see his
small bubble butt cheeks spread apart with his Dad's cock thrusting in and
out, and a pool of adult cum underneath him.

With those words, I reach the point of no return. I groan and shove my dick
as deep as it can go into the kid's ass and start spurting wildly inside
him. Shot after shot fills him, more cum than I thought I'd have left by
now. Eventually I'm done ejaculating and pull my cock out with an obscene
sucking sound and watch as his hole closes up again, and he instinctively
reaches behind him to trap my cum before any slips out. I give his butt a
gentle slap and get up off his small body.

My son gathers his limp and shaky body and stands up and gingerly starts to
walk to the stairs. He has one arm behind his back and a finger or two
stuck inside his hole. Little fucking slut, I think as I watch him, knowing
full well he's not going to shower or put on any clothes but instead open
his special toy box and retrieve 'Mr. Driller' so he can keep my cum inside
his boy cunt as long as he can.

				 Chapter 2

What the...? What was that?

My eyes catch a bit of sudden movement outside our main window, though all
I can see is the rustling of our privacy hedge. Was someone just there? Did
they see me fucking my son face down on the living room carpet and dumping
a load into his tiny, abused, cum-filled hole? I start to panic a little as
I realize the time. Shit, the pizza guy should have been here 10 minutes
ago! I think I hear the idling of a car outside, too. Did he us? What did
he see?

I move closer to the window to close the curtains all the way, something I
should have done beforehand. Grasping both curtains, I'm about to pull them
shut when I see something and stop, and all of my troubles melt away. Near
the bottom of the window are several ropes of cum sliding down the glass
pane and onto the ground below. Whoever saw us must have enjoyed the show.

The door bell rings.

"Dad, pizza's here!!" booms the voice upstairs, but no footsteps follow. My
boy knows the rules, no answering the door naked unless I give the go
ahead. So it WAS the pizza delivery dude was saw us. Well, if that's the
case...

"It's okay, son, you can answer it," I shout back. "Have him bring the
pizza into the living room."

I grab a six pack of beer from the fridge and sit down on the sofa. My boy
eagerly races down the stairs to let the delivery guy in, completely naked
with Mr. Driller lodged inside him, holding in all the men's cum he'd taken
today. The door opens and I hear a gasp. My son giggles and whispers
something into the dude's ear that I can't hear, and then the two of them
shuffle inside. My son ushers him over toward me and closes the door behind
him.

The delivery guy's eyes are wild and the pizza he carries appears shaky as
my son skips ahead of him, flaunting his perfect boy ass. Sizing him up,
I'd guess this kid's probably 19 or 20 years old, pretty tall and muscular,
like maybe he played football in high school. One glance at the growing
mound in his pants and it's clear he's still horny. I motion for him to set
the pizza on the coffee table and sit down. He pauses, then sits down with
the box still in his hands, covering his lap.

"Relax," I say, trying to reassure him. "You already saw what you saw,
right? Well, I saw what you left on the window too. But don't worry, I'm
not gonna go tell anyone what happens here as long as you don't say
anything about this either. Ok?"

"Uh.. ok," he answers nervously after clearing his throat.

"Good. Well, I'm sure you've got more deliveries to make and me and my
little guy are pretty hungry, so if you want a piece of his sexy little
ass, now's the time." He gulps but his grip on the pizza box remains tight,
so I decide to help move things along. "Give me the pizza - I'll throw it
in the oven to keep it warm. My son'll show you his room while I, uh,
figure out where I left my wallet."

Eager and horny as ever, my slutty boy rushes to grab the man's hand as
soon as I have the pizza safely in my grasp. It's clear that my son has
done it again, seducing yet another man into doing something he thought
he'd never do. He pulls his man quickly toward the stairs and though his
childish arms lack the real strength to move this lanky stud, the dude's
libido has him speeding along as if being dragged by a giant.

Before I can even finish shaking my head and laughing, the two have
vanished from sight.

The footsteps of two radically different sized pairs of feet creak above
me, a tall horny teen heartthrob and my small, soft grade school boy
whore. My son's bedroom door closes right as I slide the pizza into our
oven. I return to the living room and toss an old rag onto a wet spot on
the carpet, a small deposit of cum that had leaked out when I last pounded
my kid's cunt. I grab my opened beer and take a long sip, then relax on the
couch and close my eyes.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Tremors reverberate throughout the walls with the
erratic and loud sound of what I'm guessing is either my child's bed frame
or, perhaps, some part of his own body being slammed up against his bedroom
wall, lined with typical boy posters like super heroes and football
stars. My fatherly dick stiffens a bit and I cup my balls absentmindedly as
I imagine the scene, but I have no intention of going upstairs to check up
on my willing cumslut and his aggressive lover. No doubt my son's perfect
ass is getting rammed hard by the...what, 6th, 7th adult cock today?

No, as much as I would enjoy heading up there to check out the show, and
see just what position the delivery boy has my kid in before he blows his
load, I don't need to bother.

Sometime last year, my son got it into his head that it would be fun to
capture our playtimes on film, to watch again later. I started to argue
that he was too young to be watching pornographic material, my fatherly
instinct, when the overly obvious dawned on me that if he's already getting
his little face and small sexy behind pounded by his daddy and other men,
he's way past the point of censorship. And, I rationalized, it'd be my way
keeping tabs on my promiscuous child and his many, many suitors.

I made him buy the cameras with his own money as a means to also teach him
financial responsibility, though I may have done that more to alleviate my
own guilt. Together we set up and tucked away in my kids bedroom a few well
placed, well hidden internet connected, high definition cameras. Okay, I
may have thrown in some of my own cash when I realized how meager his piggy
bank was, and boy-oh-boy has that ever proven to be a good investment.

Right now, the cameras are capturing everything going on up there, every
desperate, quick plunge in and out of my 10 year old's boy butt, every
change in position, whatever nasty things either of them are saying to each
other. I may not know exactly what's happening up there now, but I will
later on, when my son and I watch the footage together. He loves to slurp
on my cock while we replay his sessions, and I never fail to flood his
throat with some tasty daddy cum as older men use my boy on our
HDTV. Tonight will be no different.

I may not yet know what's been going on up there for the past 10 or 15
minutes, but the sudden lack of thumping and creaking tells me that the hot
nasty kiddy fuck in my child's room is over, and I now have a satisfied
little tyke with either another load in his fuck hole or a dousing of cum
thickly coating his throat and stomach...or both.

I imagine that after Romeo up there is done with what's undoubtedly his
first time fucking a little boy and goes on to deliver his car-full of cold
pizza, we'll eat ours, fresh from the oven, and watch some ninja action
movie for the umpteenth time. Then we'll switch over to our kid-cam video
footage and my kids lips will be locked to my groin while I see just what
went on in my 5th grade son's sex life today.

"Um, hey...hey man, I gotta run. Th...thanks man. Uhh...oh Pizza's on me."
The delivery guy's voice registers in my head, but I don't open my
eyes. The front door opens, then closes.

"C'mon ya little scamp, pizza's ready!" I holler.

"Cooooomiiiing!!" came the child's voice upstairs.

And bounding down the stairs at a blistering pace is my son, naked as the
day he was born and all flushed and sweaty. I grab him before he manages to
run past me to the pizza and pull him into a tight embrace. He lovingly
squeezes me back and we linger for a moment, a father and son moment, until
I finally duck down for a kiss atop his head and break the hold.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm so hungry I think I could eat the
whole pizza myself!"

He smirks at me. "Yeah right, not if I eat it first!" and starts to pile a
few slices onto his plate.

This time I'm the one smirking a little, because despite all the other men
filling his holes with their thick pedo cocks and God knows enough semen to
knock up all the wives in the neighborhood, right now he's just my little
guy - and he's all mine.

And later tonight he'll be asleep with his head on my lap, the last traces
of my jizz smeared on his face and illuminated by the lights of the TV
while I watch the nasty deeds that took place in his bedroom today.

For now, though, I'm ready to scarf down some pizza with my kid and let him
be just that, a kid, for a while. He's earned that, too.

Author's Note: Thanks for all the great emails and feedback, which not only
encourages me to keep working on more perverted stories, but also has given
me lots of new ideas. Keep 'em coming, and I promise to do the same!