Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 12:33:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Dadz Dream Subject: My Slutty Kid, Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction, a product of my wild 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. Note: I strongly encourage those of you who enjoy this site to consider making a donation. I would also like to say that I welcome any/all feedback regarding the story and/or its content and would enjoy sharing fantasies and story ideas, so please email me at DadzDream@yahoo.com 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!