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Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 19:08:16 -0400
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: Naked Pizza, part one

Naked Pizza

Part 1.

This story is a work of Fiction. Don't read it if you don't like gay sex or
stories about gay incest or stories about men and boys doing things
together that ain't legal.

Questions, comments or suggestions to: kristiantrey@aol.com



Looks like cold pizza for dinner again. But I love pizza, cold or hot. What
7 year old boy doesn't?

The cooling take-out pizza sat on the kitchen table. As hungry as I was, I
was busy with something much more tasty. And fun. My daddy!

He had just come home from work. He was still dressed in his city police
uniform. Daddy had come in the house, sent my 17 year-old high-school
drop-out punk-thug dude babysitter home for the night, and then called me
into the kitchen for dinner. I had walked over to the table and smelled the
pizza but then daddy had picked up my naked 7 year old body in his strong
arms and kissed me 'hello'.

I put my little arms around his neck as daddy picked me up off of my feet,
my legs going around his waist. Daddy gave me a real grown-up kiss, the
kind where his hot tongue dug into my young mouth and explored as deep as
it could. I kissed him back, sucking on his wet, probing tongue. Knowing
I'd soon be sucking on something much bigger!

As he held me to his warm body, all hot and sweaty from his day working in
the warm Florida sunshine as a patrol cop, one of his strong hands holding
me tight, the other stroking my long blond hair, I relaxed in his arms. How
I love the feel and sight and smell of my daddy, especially when he is in
his uniform.

One of his big hands roamed down my back, rubbing my shoulders, exploring
the soft skin of my young body, going lower and lower. Then I jumped as two
hot and horny fingers dug deep into my wet little boy hole. Daddy shoved
them in as far as he could, not trying to be gentle or caring, just needing
to feel his son's tight hole clutch his fingers, to feel the warmth and
wetness of my insides. To know I was his.

I shuddered a second time as those insistent fingers left my insides. My
soft blue eyes locked onto my daddy's sharp blue-gray ones as he brought
his sticky, dripping fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth, as wide as a 7
year old boy can, and stuck out my warm pink little tongue. Daddy roughly
finger-fucked my mouth, making me suck clean his sticky fingers.

Daddy's finger's were really sticky, too. My drop-out teen-thug babysitter
had dropped two huge loads up my butt today after all. Not to mention
another one down my sucking throat--I had to work hard for that last one,
took me like half an hour of steady sucking and licking and playing with
his 7 inch cut dick to get that last tasty load. Now I got to taste some of
the spunk the 17 year old teen had fucked into my butt.

Damn, I love the taste of cum. Fresh from a hot tasty cock or from my used
butt hole or however I could get it. Daddy says I'm a cum slut. His little
blond-haired, blue-eyed, 7 year old, redneck, white-trash, cocking sucking,
dick riding, cum eating slut-boy.  And if my daddy says that is what I am,
then who am I to argue?

So like a good little cum slut, I licked my daddy's sticky fingers
clean. But I kept my eyes on his. I love the look in those eye's when he
watches me do something most people would thing of as nasty. Or just plain
wrong. That look, that says I'm his to do with as he pleases. That what
ever happened next, I was his to use and abuse as he wanted. And right
then, I knew what was coming next.

Me, actually. I would be cumming next.

My daddy carried my naked seven year old self over to the kitchen counter
and lay me down on my back. He bent my legs up and I grabbed them, knowing
he wanted to 'inspect' my tight boy hole after it had been used all
afternoon by horny teen cock. I moaned and jumped as daddy buried his hot
tongue deep in my used hole. His blond mustache and goatee tickled my
smooth skin as daddy ate my dripping butt.

Daddy love's eating cum out of my hole. Or licking it off my body. His
cum. My babysitter's teen spunk. My uncle's or my granddad's sperm. Daddy's
work buddies or his friends. Or any strange man that daddy lets use me. Ok,
so he gets to eat lots of cum too! But not as much as me.

His hot mouth sucked my hole clean. Then he was sucking on my little 4 inch
uncut 7 year old boy boner. Which, as most always, was stone hard. Pale
skinned, prominent blue veins, bright red head, my boy cock was throbbing
as my daddy's hot mouth and licking tongue worked there magic on me.

Face fuzz made me giggle as it brushed my smooth, hairless crotch as daddy
went down on me. Then I was shaking and moaning and my arms were shaking
and I was dry cumming as daddy's hot mouth sucked me good. Then a second
time, even harder as my dick felt like it was on fire as he kept on
mouthing my dick. And then for the third--and final--dry cum, daddy rammed
three big fingers up my tight little boy hole, finger fucking me good as he
drove me over the edge.

I tried to catch my breath. Dripping with sweat, I stayed right there on
the kitchen counter as I watched my daddy. He bent and kissed me lightly on
the lips before moving across the room to the kitchen table--where the
pizza was now almost cooled off. But it would be stone cold before we ever
got to it. As usual.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of my daddy. So sexy and handsome, especially
in his police uniform. Short buzzed blond hair, blue-gray eyes, blond
mustache and goatee. Five foot ten and a half inches tall. 165 lbs of
solid, lean muscle. Long-sleeved blue uniform shirt. Black uniform pants,
black leather belt, gun belt (with his service revolve still in it's
holster), black leather boots. Just the site of him made my heart beat
faster, my little dick stand up, and my boy hole twitch.

Daddy started to undress. Off came the uniform shirt, the black pants, the
gun belt. He looked over at me, now just wearing a sweaty white "wife
beater" ribbed tank top, dirty white boxer briefs, white socks and his
leather boots. His smooth, mostly hairless body visible. His tattooed arms
so sexy. The tattoo on his chest that showed through the sweat-soaked "wife
beater".  The bulge that showed in his dirty under shorts. The wet spot
where his dick was leaking pre cum.

I held my breath, wondering what kind of fuck I was in for. Daddy can be
gentle and sweet and make me feel like nothing ever could with his dick
riding my hole. Or he can be mean and rough and fuck me till I bleed. Or
both. I wondered what tonight would be like. My itching boy hole knew what
it wanted--daddy cum. Lots and lots of hot daddy cum, spurted deep inside
my young, tender body. I wanted that too.

My blue eyes watched as he slid off those dirty shorts and kicked them
across the kitchen. His 9 ¾ inch uncut dick at attention, and needing
attention after a long day at work.  My entire body just aching it wanted
him so bad.

Daddy came over to the kitchen counter and picked me up. I loved seeing the
muscles in his arms flex as he lifted me off the counter and pulled me
close. Without his uniform on, I could feel the heat of his body against my
naked skin. I could smell the sweat of the day's work on his hot body. And
I could sure as fuck feel his big dick right under my butt, just waiting to
take me and make me his.

Daddy's big dick didn't wait long. He carried me over to the table, sat
down on one of the chairs and pulled me down on top of him. I was sitting
on his lap, facing him, his eyes looking into mine, his pulsing cock
nudging against my 7 year old boy hole.

I reached down for that big dick, feeling it's hardness in my small
hands. Feeling the sticky pre-cum dripping out from his big balls. Wanting
it in me as much as he did. Guiding it with my young hands, aiming the
sticky head at my waiting boy hole.

I jumped as the head and about an inch of daddy dick slid inside me. Moved
my hands away now that he was safely in my hole. One of daddy's strong arms
wrapped around me, holding me tight to his muscular body. I reached my
hands around his neck as he bent to kiss me again. Then I felt his other
hand on my shoulder and shuddered. I knew what was coming next.

Nine and three-quarters inches of daddy dick slammed balls-deep into my
screaming boy hole was what came next. My daddy's powerful hand, gripping
my little shoulder tight, shoved me down as hard as he could, forcing his
big cock deep into my hurting young body. His lips on mine as I yelled. My
entire body shaking and thrashing around as he took me and made me his.

My little boy dick was shaking too. Dry cumming over and over from the
feeling of being taken and used by my daddy. My whole body was on fire, my
little pink nipples rubbed raw from the sweaty fabric of daddy's ribbed
"wife beater" tank top, my lips bruised by the force of his mouth on
mine. My shoulder aching from the force of him holding me down on his
raging dick. The feeling of being used and abused by my own daddy, of him
raping my 7 year old boy ass, the feel of his body next to mine as I clung
to him while he fucked me.  The smell of him as he worked up a sweat as he
worked my body on his throbbing dick. Most of all, the feeling of just
being HIS.

Then the absolute best feeling of all, my daddy's rampaging prick, deep
inside my body, convulsing as it shot out squirt after squirt of hot
cum. The same sperm that had made me, now filling up my 7 year old boy
hole, pumping me so full that white spunk was dripping down the length of
daddy's big cock and onto the kitchen chair.

For one wonderful moment, dad and son were one. We held each other tight as
we both got off. My dry cum, his wet explosion.  My hurting boy hole. His
still throbbing cock, his still pumping balls. Our eyes locked onto each
others. Our lips too.  Then, like all wonderful things in life, it was
over. For now anyway.

We clung to each other as we both caught our breathe. I could feel my heart
beating, could smell his sweat. Could see the look of love and lust and
desire in his eyes. Knew he could see the same in mine.

Feeling his dick still in me as I looked over at the now cold pizza, I knew
it would be a long time before we would eat it. Daddy caught my eye and
smiled. I watched as he stretched his arms over his head, working out the
kinks from our own little before dinner workout.  Saw that look in his eyes
again as he again reached for me. Felt his dick throb inside me as he
pulled me close.

One arm behind his head, the other on my head, pulling me to him. To his
sweat-soaked arm pit. To the sticky blond hairs waiting there, waiting for
his good little boy to lick and suck him clean.  Daddy forced my face into
his dank pit. Knowing my place, I started tonguing him clean.

Daddy's dick was swelling up and getting harder as he forced me to clean up
his sweaty arm pits. My own boy dick was stone hard too. The taste of my
daddy's hot body and salty sweat makes me shiver. Soon I was humping his
body as I licked, and ramming my butt down on his rock hard cock. Daddy
pushed me to his other side, giving me more tasty sweat to enjoy, holding
my face there until I licked him clean.  Then we kissed, his eye's
sparkling at the taste of his own salty sweat.

Suddenly I found myself on my back, on top of the kitchen table, daddy on
top of me--his cock fucking deep inside my young, tender body. He was now
holding me down by the shoulders, slamming me deep and fast. Shaking the
table. Rocking my world!

Sweat dripped off his forehead, soaking his strong, muscular body, as my
daddy worked out the stress and tension of the day on my seven year old
ass. He pounded me for a long time until he was ready to blow another load
of daddy cum. But instead of fucking his spunk up my ass or down my throat,
daddy pulled out, ripped open the pizza box laying next to us on the
kitchen table, and spewed his hot load all over our dinner.

Later, after I had sucked daddy's dick clean, sucked another load of daddy
cum out of his big balls, then had almost passed out as daddy ate my abused
boy hole out again, driving me to dry cum over and over until I didn't know
which way was up or down, we finally got down to eating the spunk-covered
cold pizza.

Of course, me being me, besides eating cold cum-soaked pizza, I was also
sitting on my daddy's best friend's lap, his dick deep inside my used
little-boy hole, as the three of us finished off the cold, sticky pizza,
them both drinking beer and laughing, me trying to eat, ride the thick hot
Hispanic cock inside me, and wondering what my next adventure with my daddy
would bring me? Besides cold, sticky pizza, eaten naked, of course.

05-30-2010

