Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 23:23:40 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 8 Please support Nifty to keep this free service available. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html DISCLAIMER: This story is complete fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It contains vivid descriptions of fantasy sexual acts between an underage boy and related/unrelated adult men. If these fictitious acts offend you please stop reading now. The author does not condone or encourage any of the depicted activities. Do not copy or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. (Gay-Incest/Mb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 8: Deep Analysis 1983 "Daddy? Can we play rudies again today?" Daniel and I were walking barefoot on the beach, after eating lunch at a cafe, when he popped this question. "Rudies" was the word he and Luke used to describe their sexual play. I ruffled his hair, grinning at him. "If that's something you want to do." "It is," he said, smiling, and stopped, bending down to pick up a shell. He examined it, studiously brushed off the sand, then put it in his pocket. "Is that for Mummy's pot plants?" I asked. "Uh-huh. She likes it when I bring home new shells." We continued walking, the sea breeze blowing gently against us, a welcome relief from the hot midday sun. "Do other boys do things with their Daddies?" he asked. Hmm. "I don't know, Danny. That's the truth." "I mean, like us. Not like Luke and his Daddy." "What do you mean?" I was curious to know the distinction, as he saw it. Daniel looked thoughtful for minute. "Well...I like being naughty. With you. And with Woody." He saw me shoot him a glance and quickly moved on. "But...well, Luke doesn't... um... well his Daddy makes him do stuff. I don't think he likes it." "Not like you, eh?" I said, my hand squeezing his shoulder a little and we walked on, getting closer to the carpark. "Well...I think... I don't think Graham's a very nice man. That's why I don't want you spending time there when he's at home." This was a strict rule that I enforced after finding out about what Graham was doing to his son. "Luke shouldn't have to do that stuff if he doesn't like it." "His Daddy is mean," said Daniel, looking a little sad. "Luke said he looks at pictures of rude ladies when they're... doing things." Ah. So Graham was that kind of predator. Luke was possibly just a convenient body for him. A way to engage in sex, whenever the mood strikes, without the hassle of dating a woman. Was I so different? I'd been without female company for so long now, even before splitting up with my wife. Was I using Daniel in the same way? "So, Luke doesn't like any of it?" I asked. "Hmm. I know he doesn't like doing bottom stuff." I already knew Graham was fucking his little boy, after one of my Peeping-Tom moments last year. "Oh." "And he doesn't like dressing up." Intriguing. "Dressing up?" "His Daddy sometimes makes him put on...lady clothes. And he has to wear lipstick." Oh, dear God. Things had progressed and poor Luke really was being used as a substitute for a woman. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that," I said, feeling a little sick about what was happening to him. Luke wasn't my favourite kid in the world. In fact he was a struggle to warm to at all. But he definitely had every reason in the world to be so negative. We got to the car, put our shoes back on and drove home. Daniel chatted about his favourite movie, Star Wars, all the while fiddling with the obvious erection in his little shorts. I kept glancing down at his hand. "I hope you don't play with your doodle like that when your Mummy's around." He laughed at me. "No! She growls me if I do." Later in the journey, Daniel unexpectedly asked me, "Daddy...are you upset that I did those things with Woody?" I sighed. It was hard to give a clear definition about how I was feeling about Woody. "I was very angry when I found out." "Angry with me?" "No. Never, my lovely boy. I was angry with Woody. I was...upset that he was hurting you." I paused, thinking a moment. "I suppose I was also jealous of him too. I still am, I think." Daniel was staring at me, frowning. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just...Well...you wouldn't let me touch you. And Woody was so nice to me. I didn't mean to make you sad." "I know that, Dan-Dan," I said, grinning at him. "And now I know how to do all the naughty things with doodles," he said, giving me a big smile. For some reason I felt my cock stir at his words, feeling strangely proud of my young son and his erotic accomplishments. Most parents get excited if their child passes a spelling-bee or excels at sport. Not me. I have a boy who is voracious about his desire to explore the cocks of adult men. We stopped to buy groceries on the way and arrived at my house just after 2:00PM. While I put the food away, Daniel sat in the living room, taking off his shoes. When I came into the room I saw that his heels were discoloured and caked in sand residue. "Your feet are dirty," I said. "I should probably get you into a bath." "Can we have one together?" he asked, looking up at me with a hopeful expression. I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure. Why not? It's been a long time since we did that." Fifteen minutes later the bathtub was full and Daniel, having been naked since I agreed to his request, stepped into it, gingerly lowering himself into the hot water. Once he was seated he grinned at me, pointing at my t-shirt and shorts. "Now you, Daddy." I pulled off my clothes, being extra slow so my son could enjoy the show. When I lowered my underwear and revealed my semi-hard cock, I saw his eyes light up with excitement. God, I loved how he looked at me. It might have been because he was so young but there was something earnest and unfiltered about his admiration of me. It was addictive and my dick reacted accordingly, stiffening up and poking out in front of me. I got into the tub with him, sitting so that we were facing each other. "Lean back and give me one of your feet," I instructed. He did so, resting his head against the edge of the bathtub, and lifted one of his feet into the air. I took hold of it and tickled the bottom of, grinning as he began to giggle and squirm. "Daddy!" he protested but there was a big smile on his face. I stopped tormenting him and used a wash cloth to clean the muck from his foot. My dick was achingly hard, the head peaking above the surface of the water. "Now your other foot," I said and he presented me with his other hoof. Once I had given this foot a thorough clean I paused, examining it, enjoying the feel of his smooth, slippery skin in my hands. Experimentally I lowered my head and took his big toe in my mouth, gently sucking on it. Daniel reacted, panting wildly. "Daddy! That tickles!" he protested, wiggling around, trying to pull his leg away from me. I took his toe from my mouth, raising my eyebrows at him. "Please?" I asked and then glanced down between his legs. Under the water I could see his little penis was fully erect. "Your doodle seems to like it." He giggled, looking sheepish for a moment. "Woody sucked on my toes once. When..." "When?" "When he put his doodle in my bottom." I visualised my boss sucking on my little boy's feet, while his cock was violating Daniel's tiny arse, and felt my dick twitch. Then, stranger still, I imagined Woody with my toes in his mouth. Worshipping me and trying to atone for what he did to my little boy. "Did you like it?" I asked and ran my tongue over his other toes, causing him to shiver. He nodded. "I did. It still tickled. But it was in a good way." I opened my mouth again and took in several of his toes, sucking on them gently, letting my tongue slide into the crevices between them. Daniel still squirmed but he soon calmed down when my free hand reached under the water and began to rub his hard little dick. The expression on his face slowly transformed and I could see he was getting into the zone of enjoying my ministrations. His hips moved in an upwards motion as I played with his tiny penis, as if chasing more pleasure. I took his toes out for a moment, taking in a deep breath, then opened my mouth wide and swallowed the entire front of his foot. The expression on my son's face was priceless and I was kinked-out to think he was shocked by my actions. I slobbered over his toes as best I could - I was not used to taking things in my mouth - and Daniel groaned from the sensations I was providing him. Eventually my mouth got tired and I wondered how the hell my son could take an adult dick in his mouth so well. I removed his foot and lowered it back in the water, smiling at my boy. "I just wanted to try something different," I said. I let go of his penis and took hold of his wrists, pulling him gently into a sitting position close to me. I grabbed the wash cloth and began to clean the rest of his body, using slow strokes as I rubbed the soapy material over his soft, smooth flesh. While I worked I felt his hand on my dick, his fingers grasping the shaft. "Oh, you want a feel of Daddy's doodle again, do you?" I asked, winking at him. "I like touching it, Daddy," he said, looking so sweet and innocent, all wet and covered in soap suds. "I always like it when you touch it," I said. "I'm... sorry I didn't let you earlier." "Can I wash your feet?" he asked, surprising me. "Sure, little mate," I said, pulling back from him slightly, causing him to let go of my penis. I lifted one of my big feet out of the water and held it up for him. He grabbed it with both hands, taking the wash cloth from my hands, rubbed some more soap onto it and began to lather up my foot "That does tickle," I said, wiggling my toes for him, making him giggle. "See, i told you," he said and started to wipe away the beach residue from my feet. I loved the look of careful concentration he had, examining my skin as he worked, to ensure it was as clean as possible. "You're so big, Daddy," he said. I grinned, noting that my foot was actually longer than his face. "You like me big, though. Don't you?" He nodded, smiling, with a twinkle in his eye. Then he pushed the cloth in between my toes, scrubbing them diligently, and then dunked my foot in the water to rinse off the suds. "Next one," he said with a smile. "Aye, Captain," I said, imitating a naval officer for some reason, and lifted my other foot for him to work on. Once again he lathered me up with soap and took time to carefully wash me off. For some reason just having his hands on my feet was still enough to turn me on and my dick remained erect. Something that Daniel had noticed as I kept seeing him glance down between my legs. My son, the perv. He dunked my foot and then lifted it out of the water again. I was about to pull it away from him when he suddenly lowered his head and took my big toe in his mouth. "Oh, Danny..." I said, sucking in my breath, surprised by how great it felt. One of his hands held onto my heel while the other supported the arch, and he began to slowly suck on my big toe, as if it were a penis. I watched him, amazed that he would be willing to do something so erotic. Was there any part of my body that he wouldn't put his mouth on? Hopefully not. I reached out and ran my finger down the side of his face as he worked, looking so cute and alluring with part of my foot in his mouth. I wonder if he has done this with Luke? "That feels... so nice, little man," I said. "Oooh... that is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen." He lifted his lips off my toe and grinned at me. "Can I do it again sometime?" "You better," I said, reaching out and tweaking one of his erect little nipples, making him giggle. I heard the phone begin to ring in the living room. Shortly after that I heard the answering machine kick in and the strange sound of my own voice. Then I heard my mother's shrill tones as she left a message. I saw Daniel's face fall as his Grandmother's voice reached his ears. Neither of us spoke of it but she sure put a dampener on our moment. I hurriedly finished washing Daniel, then myself, and we got out of the bath. I dried my boy off and then he stood and watched me as I worked a towel over my large frame, towering over him. For old time's sake I stopped what I was doing for a moment and shook my hips at him, making my semi-hard dick flop back and forth between my legs. His eyes lit up and he cried out, "Doodle dance!" I told Daniel to go to his room and get some clothes on while I returned my mother's call. She got upset when her messages were ignored and I didn't want her phoning back later in the day. When I planned to be otherwise engaged in a far more pleasent activity. I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to the living room. After I finally got off the phone with my mother I went looking for Daniel. He wasn't in his bedroom, which confused me, so I checked the other rooms. I finally found him in my bedroom and what I saw made my dick grow to it's full size in a matter of seconds. He was laying on my bed, on his back, completely naked, his eyes closed. His legs were pulled back against his chest and one of his hands was working that damn plastic banana into his arse. He only had half of it in and his face was flushed red for the effort. I could see a tube of lubricant on the mattress beside him. "Danny?" I said quietly. His eyes opened and he looked over at me, giving me a soft grin. "What are you doing, little man?" "Getting myself ready," he said, his voice a little breathless. I approached the bed, my breathing laboured, staring at my nine-year-old son as he slowly penetrated himself with the piece of artificial fruit. As I watched I saw him push more of it in, his face screwing up in discomfort while still maintaining a smile. "Ready for what?" I asked and realised I was whispering. "For you to put your doodle inside me," he said. I didn't ask for clarification or whether or not he was sure. This was as much an indication of consent as I needed. I pulled the towel from around my waist, freeing my erection and got onto the bed with him. I knelt in front of him, looking down as he violated his little bum with the fake banana. "Does it hurt?" I asked, concerned. He titled his head from side to side, as if confused. "A little bit. It stings at first. But it gets better." "It looks so...naughty," I said, winking at him and his smile returned, a little twinkle in his eye. "Bottom stuff is always naughty," he said and then I saw him pull the banana partially out, taking in a sharp breath. And then he pushed it back in again, panting a little. "There..." he said. "That didn't hurt so much." I felt light-headed for a moment, unable to believe this was happening. And then I took his hand, removing it from the phallic object, and I took hold of the base. We locked eyes and I winked at him. And then I slowly pulled the banana out, until just the tip was inside, before gently pushing it back into him. "Ooh," said Daniel, wincing a little, panting again. I looked at his tiny penis, which was soft and gently resting on his hairless scrotum. "Are you okay, Dan-Dan?" He nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Can you keep doing it...just for a bit?" "My pleasure," I said, my voice hoarse and dry, and then I repeated the action, fucking my boy's arse with the makeshift dildo, using achingly slow movements to reduce his discomfort. This went on for several minutes and I gradually saw Daniel relax more and more, adjusting to the movement inside him. Eventually I increased the speed, just a little, to test how he would react to a gentle-fucking pace. He sucked in his breath to begin with, tensing and baring his teeth, but he eventually relaxed into it. And after a little time I saw his tiny dick begin to harden again. My manhood was as hard as a rock and I could take the anticipation no more. I gently pulled the plastic banana out of his bottom, Daniel inhaling sharply from his ring being stretched, and I examined it. No signs of shit or blood. I then set it down on the bedside table, on top of a tissue, and then returned to my boy. Overcome with lust I carefully lay down on top of him, supporting my upper half with my arms to prevent crushing him, and groaned as I felt the exquisite texture of his smooth skin beneath me. I kissed him on the lips and his mouth immediately opened, letting me slip my tongue in. We kissed like lovers, my desire building with every moment. I took a break from the kissing briefly to say, "I love you, Dan-Dan." "I love you -" he began to say but I cut him off by mashing our lips together again. He responded beautifully, our tongues intertwining as we exchanged saliva. I kissed him for several minutes, eventually losing control and resting almost all of my weight on him. His small frame almost vanished beneath me and if someone had walked into the room at that moment, the only visible part of my son would have been his feet on either side of my waist. I finally let him go, pushing myelf up, and he sucked in several large breaths, his eyes watering from the exertion. He stared up a me, panting, then placed his hands under his thighs, pulling his legs back towards his chest and presenting his spread arse cheeks to me. I looked down, feeling faint as I saw his tiny hole, shiny and slick from the abuse of the plastic banana, winking at me. The skin look slightly irritated. I shifted my gaze to his little dick, which was hard as a nail. I leant back on my knees and grabbed the tube of lubricant, opening it and spreading it liberally over my aching erection. I tossed the tube aside and got into position between Daniel's little legs, using my hand to guide my dick towards his arsehole. The head made contact with the lips of his bum and I sighed as the slimy surface sent tingles across the sensitive flesh of my prick. "Are you ready, Dan-Dan?" I asked, praying he would give me the go-ahead. "Yes, Daddy. Put your doodle in me." The same words he had used in so many of my fantasies. I inched my hips forward to apply some pressure and I felt his loosened anus expand to let me in. Daniel tensed up immediately, grimacing as the head of my hard cock pushed into him, stretching the muscle that was fighting so hard to keep me out. I paused, enjoying the intense heat that was enveloping my knob, the lubricated flesh massaging my sensitive glans. Daniel looked up at me, his chest rising and falling, and I could tell he was in some pain. I went to pull out but his hand touched my chest, clutching at my nipple. "Don't Daddy. Don't take it out." "It's hurting you. I can tell." "It always does. At first. Please. I want to make you happy." "Dan-Dan -" "Please Daddy. Don't stop." "I won't," I said, very earnestly, and began to push again, feeling a little more of my meat sliding into his scalding hot rectum. I groaned aloud, my mouth hanging open like a goon as feelings of pleasure radiated out from my groin. Daniel whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as I slowly fed him more of my dick. I knew he had to be in pain. The walls of his bum-hole were gripping my cock like a vice and resisted every advance of my erection. Did he really have a plastic banana inside him a few minutes ago? "You okay, little mate?" I asked, almost breathless. He opened his eyes to look up at me. He looked uncomfortable but he wasn't crying. "Yes, Daddy," he said, his voice sounding meak. I inched a little more of my cock into him and then a bit more, my breathing becoming shallow as the bliss increased with every moment of penetrating his tiny shit-hole. I was expecting the barrier that I had encountered last time. But he felt different, somehow. Perhaps it was because he was in a different positon? I applied a little more pressure, selfishly wanting to be inside him as deep as possible. There was resistance and Daniel took in a sharp breath, letting out a long, high-pitched groan as the head of my dick finally sank a little further into him. His little hands gripped my forearms, his nails biting into my flesh as he dug into me. Remembering last time, I put my finger lengthways against his lips. "Bite me, Danny," I said, panting furiously. "Make me feel your pain, little mate." I added a second finger at the last moment, hoping to spread the injury across two fingers instead of one, and he bit down on them. I flinched, surprised by the sharpness of his teeth, and used the moment to push my hips forward one final time, sinking the rest of my adult cock into my nine-year-old's bum. "Nnnnggg..." Daniel said, throwing his head back and letting go of my fingers. He whimpered, shaking as he fought to adjust to the full length of my dick inside him. I could feel my balls pressed against the base of his arse and took a moment to stay still, unable to believe the incredible tightness of his boy-hole. We stayed that way for a while, the bedroom loud with the sound of our intense breathing. I looked down at his groin; his erection had gone. I briefly thought about Woody and the night I had brutally fucked him. His cock had gotten hard after I had been screwing him for a while. Hoping that the same would happen for my boy, I pulled my dick out a little, moving very slowly, and then pushed it back into him. Daniel reacted with another sharp intake of breath, our eyes locking as I repeated the movement and began to gently fuck my little boy. I held his gaze as my hips moved, as if on auto-pilot, and I sighed with the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. The next few minutes were crucial in ensuring this wasn't a negative memory for him. I moved with extreme caution, gradually sliding my adult penis in and out of him, savouring the intensity as the inside of his arsehole clamped down around my meat. The heat and texture of his tight rectum sent waves of pleasure through me as I moved, causing me to groan heavily. Daniel's sounds of discomfort eventually dwindled, to be replaced with little moans that increased with volume each time I pushed my dick deep into him. And slowly, but surely, a small smile appeared on his face as he looked up at me, his expression transforming into a look of enjoyment. His little penis was still soft so I took it in my fingers, gently stroking it in time with each of my thrusts. His genitals took a little time but ultimately started to harden, finally responding to the stimulation of my hand. This made my heart sing and I gently increased the pace of my thrusting, watching his face carefully to make sure he was responding well to the change. "How are you, Dad-Dan?" I asked, whispering, as if afraid my normal voice would break the spell between us. He nodded, a dreamy look in his eyes. "Okay, Daddy," he said, also whispering. "It's...it's feeling nice." Then he spat into his hand and reached for his rigid little dick. I took my fingers off his tiny nail and smiled as he began to pleasure himself, keeping the same rhythm as each of my inward strokes. "You look...so...sexy, little man," I said, panting hard as I fought the urge to pummel his precious little arse with my eight-inch cock. I couldn't believe how small he looked beneath me. less than half my size, looking so fragile and vulnerable, dwarfed by my giant frame. The sight of my thick dick slowly disappearing into his petite little arse, while he masturbated himself, kinked me out. "You... look good....too, Daddy..." Daniel said in between his heavy breaths as we fucked. "Big...and...strong..." I swelled with pride at his words. I paused, leaning back and slowly pulling my cock out of him. He was watching me with a look of alarm. "Did you finish, Daddy?" "No, little one," I said, grabbing the tube of lubricant again and applying more to my erection. "I just want to get closer to you." I changed my position, moving my knees further back, then leant back towards him to penetrate his anus once more. As my dick slid back into him, the motion was smooth and squelchy as the lubricant worked its magic. I was now almost laying on top of him, in a missionary position, and his little legs held onto my sides, his feet touching my arse cheeks. I held myself up high enough so that he could still access his genitals, which he did, resuming the stroking of his little hard-on. In this positon he disappeared beneath my huge body, his forehead mashing into my ribcage. "Oooh....Daddy....that feels....better..." he said, groaning as I began to fuck him again, this time increasing my pace just a little more. I wasn't going to last much longer as the heavely sensations were bringing me rapidly towards an explosive orgasm. This, combined with the delicious feeling of my son's smooth, silky skin rubbing against me, were edging me closer and closer to losing my load. "Tell me...when you get the...the..." I began to say but was interrupted as Daniel's moans increased in volme and pitch. "Daddy....I'm... I'm... getting the...good feeling..." "Oh, yeah, Dan-Dan! That's my...good boy..." I said and began to thrust into him a little harder, hoping to intensify his experience, as well as my own. "Mmmmmm...." Daniel said and I felt his whole body began to jolt and shudder, vibrating beneth me. I couldn't see but I could feel his little hand brushing against my taught belly as he jerked his boy-cock. "Ahh...ahh...ahh..." he began to say, his words transforming quickly into little grunts. I felt his entire rectum clamping down on my meat, the hot flesh squeezing the life out of my erection as I fucked him with a steady pace. He was having a dry orgasm and the sounds of his pleasure, which seemed so alien coming from such a young boy, sent me over the edge. "Oh...fuck...Dan-Dan..." I began to rant, lost in the moment as my pleasure increased in strong waves. His little bottom continued to choke my meat and the muscles in my crotch began to throb. "Oh, little man...oh yeah...oh yeah...oh fuck...." "Fuck me, Daddy," Daniel whispered, shocking me. And my balls finally got their release. I almost howled as the intensity of my orgasm peaked and my dick exploded deep inside my litle boy's guts. My vision became blurred and my heart pounded rapidly in my chest, my senses overcome by the bliss I was feeling. My hips banged into my kid as I chased the heat of his rectum, my balls slapping against the base of his spine as his hole was flooded by my cum. "Ahhhh!" I managed to gasp, almost violently, feeling my load shoot out of my cock. I couldn't believe how fucking good this felt; I do not remember ever having such an intense or long-lasting orgasm before. And my nine-year-old boy lay beneath me, gasping and whining as I continued to fuck him. I felt his hand move away from his boy-dick and I used the moment to rest more of my weight on him, continuing to thrust gently as the throbs of my orgasm gradually began to wane. He was pressed into me hard now, his soft body feeling so delicious against mine. I was drenched in sweat, as was Daniel, and our skin was slippery as it collided, which felt sensational. Gradually I stopped my thrusts and collapsed fully on top of my boy, practically crushing his tiny body beneath mine. I was exhausted. It was not the most energetic fuck of my life but it was definitely the most exciting and erotic. I could feel Daniel squirm, or attempt to, underneath me and I lifted my torso up. He let out a gasp, sucking in air, and I realised I'd been suffocating him. "Sorry, Dan-Dan," I said and pulled back further. My cock was still erect but was beginning to soften. It made a wet, plopping sound as I gently pulled it out of his bottom, the flesh now red and glistening with lube and cum. I sat back on my haunches and looked at Daniel's damaged little hole. It was a much darker colour and I could see the muscle of his anus twitching as it struggled to close after the invasion of my dick. As I watched a long dribble of my semen escaped from his shit-hole, dripping onto the bed sheets. Daniel began to put his legs down, sighing with relief, making me realise how tired those muscles must have been. I changed position and lay beside him, pulling him into an embrace and kissing the top of his damp head. "I love you, Danny. So much." "Was...was it good, Daddy?" he asked, his head resting against my collar bone. "That was... the best thing I've ever done in my life," I said as I stroked his little chest. "Thank you, Dan-Dan. You made your Daddy very, very happy today." I let a moment pass. "And...did you enjoy it, little man? I know you were...hurting for a while. I'm so sorry about that." "I told it would feel good after a while. And it did," he said, grinning up at me. I hugged him closer to me and we lay that way for at least half an hour, both of us basking in the afterglow. Eventually Daniel said, "Daddy, I'm hungry." I chuckled. "Me too, kid. Let's go to the bathroom and get cleaned up a bit and then... I think we'll order some pizza. How does that sound?" He clapped his hands together. "Yay!" An hour later, while we sat in the living room, eating our slices of pizza, Daniel gave me a look, as if he wanted to ask a question but was afraid to. "What's up, mate?" I asked. "Well...I was thinking..." "Thinking what?" "Are you still angry with Woody?" "Hmm. Um...I'm not sure, Dan-Dan. Why do you ask?" He shrugged his shoulders, attempting to seem nonchalant. "I was just wondering when I can see him." I swallowed my food, tensing up. "I dunno, kid. Maybe we can have him over for a barbecue some time..." Daniel gave me a big smile then and clapped his hands together excitedly. "And can I play with his doodle again?" I took another bite of pizza to buy myself some time and sat there chewing while my nine-year-old son stared at me, waiting for an answer. To be continued...