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Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:42:40 -0400
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: naked pizza, part 7

Naked Pizza.

Part 7.

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: kristiandavistrey@gmail.com Please
note new email address!!!!


Back at the soccer field, practice was breaking up. Not that I noticed, I
was already in the coach's office as the sweaty, tired teen boys headed to
the locker room. I'd see some of them later, but first...

The soccer coach was having a meeting in his office with 2 of the pastors
from the church that ran the soccer program and also some lady from the
county. They talked on and on about how they were helping the kids in the
`at risk' youth program. And all about how noble or holy or some shit about
how great it was to being helping those kids. Some religious crap. I was
too busy to really notice.

As they sat and talked I sat and sucked dick. I was under the coach's big
desk, kneeling at his feet, my head in his lap. His big, fat, sticky dick
sticking out the leg of his soccer shorts.  Sticking right into my young
sucking mouth.  He kept one big, strong hand on my head, holding me down so
no one would notice.

His big sticky dick tasted good. Sweaty from soccer practice, gooey from
some kid he had probably fucked already today. Not that I minded. I liked
used dick. I could suck on it for a long time before it got off. Work on it
with my lips and my tongue. Feel it slide up and down my tender young
throat. The kinda practice I usually don't get at home or even from some
stranger.

Most guys shove it down my throat, cum, and then stick it up my butt. I
rarely get to suck and nurse and lick and taste and drool over a dick for
any length of time. So this was a treat. Long and veiny and sticky with
cold lube. A big cut mushroom of a head that barely fit past my lips. But
that somehow made it down my 7 year old throat.

It was fun to suck on his dick and listen to all the bull shit they was
talkin about. So much religious crap. Made me want to laugh. Listening to
the older of the two pastors go on and on about sin and corruption and such
bull. Knowing that as soon as the younger pastor and the lady from the
county left, he'd be sliding his bony cock down my throat and feeding me
his spunk. Then they would both take turns fucking my tight little ass.

On and on they talked until I thought I would get a sore throat. Coach's
hard dick, with it's big mushroom head, sure stretched my lips and sucking
mouth. Not to mention how it felt when I got it into my actual throat. Good
thing my daddy taught me well.

Finally, they left. I wondered if they thought it strange that the coach
never got up to say good bye when they left? But the older pastor had
hustled the other two out real quick. I guess he knew what was up.

Or, maybe I should say, down. As in me, down on my little knees, under the
coach's big desk, his dick sticking out of his soccer shorts. My lips
wrapped around it. Me sucking cock. What I was born to do.

The older pastor took like forever to get back from escorting the other two
out of the youth center. By the time he was back in the coach's office, I
was totally naked. The coach was now out of his gym shorts. Still sitting
at his desk. With me sitting on his lap. That big dick with the huge
mushroom head shoved deep into my wet little boy hole.

Coach had me by the arms. His big, strong hands held me tight. He was
slamming my little body up and down on his stone-hard cock. Not gentle at
all. He is so big and muscular and strong he could lift my little 7 year
old body up and down like a toy. A fuck toy, slamming me up and down, up
and down, pushing that big dick deep inside me over and over.

The elder pastor came back into the coaches office. He locked the
door. Walked over to where his coach was molesting my young, tender
body. The old perv carried his worn leather Bible. He opened it and started
reading!

He read aloud, some passage about who knows what. I didn't pay
attention. The big dick raping my tight boy hole was taking up any thoughts
I had. How it hurt me as it penetrated deep into my young body. How it was
stretching me open with that big fat cock-head plunging in and out of my
well used but still hurting butt. How I felt so fucking full every time it
stretched me wide. Every time it bottom out deep inside me.

The pastor kept fucking reading his old Bible as he stood and watched the
coach of the youth league's soccer team rape and molest my 7 year old
ass. Sick, huh? Another pervert watching me get it good and hard. And
rough. Damn, coach was a rough fucker. I was gonna have bruises on my
shoulders the way he was holding me so tight as he was fucking my body.

Which was what he was doing, holding me by my little arms, fucking me up
and down and up and down on his big cock until I was dizzy and didn't know
anything. Anything but that big cock spreading the tender lips of my butt
hole wide open as he rode me. Harder and faster until we were both
breathing hard, sweat-soaked, and shaking. Me from pain, him from lust and
desire.

He lasted like for fuckin' ever before he got off. It was a relief to feel
his dick spit his hot juice into my abused little body. To feel him shake
and shiver as he got off, his big cock deep inside my young, tender,
burning ass. Damn, but I love it when I feel cum coat my insides.

Then coach had to go see what his teen trouble makers were up to so he left
me alone with the older pastor. Who was still reading his Bible. Out
loud. Following his hand gestures, I knelt before him. Totally naked. Cum
dripping from my just-fucked little butt.

One hand holding his worn leather Bible, the other one released his hard,
bony penis. Like a good boy, I opened my little lips and bent
forward. Towards his dick. I licked the sticky, pre-cum covered head of his
cock. Then sucked it deep. Sucked down to where my cute little nose was
buried in his gray crotch hair.

I sucked him for several minutes, bobbing my little blond head up and down
on his cock, as he kept reading his Bible out loud. Lots of gooey
pre-cum. But he didn't shoot off. I think he was saving it for my sweet
little ass?? These older guys sometimes have trouble giving me more than
one load of spunk.

He finally pushed me off his wet prick. I looked up at him. He stared down
into my bright blue eyes.  He actually closed his Bible. He just kept
staring at me, kneeling all naked and exposed at his feet.

The shaky hand that held the old Bible suddenly moved. The old
leather-covered book was lifted high over my head. The old pastor muttered
some religious shit. What the fuck? Fucking pedo perv. Just fuck me
already. I don't wanna hear no shit about no religious crap.

Like he was reading my mind, he suddenly glared at me. The old hand
descended. Moving fast, the Bible flying through the still air. Slam! He
hit me in the jaw with the fucking book. I rocked on my knees. That fucking
hurt. Was gonna leave a damn bruise I just bet.

The old fucker then grabbed me by my long blond hair and dragged me over to
the coach's desk. He sat in the coach's sticky seat. Pulled me down, so I
was bent over, my butt in the air over his lap. Like I was a little baby
and he was gonna spank my butt.

He sure as shit did, too. With the back of his old hand, he swatted me
several times, until my butt was red and hurting. Then he took that damn
fucking leather-bound Bible and started hitting me with it! On the butt, on
the back. Again and again. Over and over, harder and harder. I was gonna be
covered in black and blue marks for sure.

The old pastor kept at it until I was really hurting, all the while
chanting some religious bull shit. When he finally stopped, I managed to
get a good look at my back and butt. Fucking bruised boy-flesh
everywhere. That damn leather Bible hurt like fuck. Even left welts on my
cute little rear end where he had first spanked me. Damn, I was gonna hurt
for a week.

He pushed me face down on the coach's big desk, my sore and hurting butt
sticking up in the air. I thought he was gonna hit me some more. But I
guess he had punished me enough? Don't know, but I was hurting. And not a
good hurt either. Not like having a big dick rip into your tiny behind or
spread open your lips as it tunneled it's way down your tender young throat
kind of hurt.

The perv opened his old Bible and placed it on my slender back, up by my
now-bruised shoulder blades. I stayed still, not wanting him to get angry
again. Two old but firm hands gripped my thin waist. One old pedo preacher
dick rubbed against my boy hole.

He shoved hard and fast. Balls deep with the first thrust. Short, rapid
strokes of his tall, lean body as he fucked me deep.  How he didn't sweat
to death, fully clothed as he was, as he raped my young body, I'll never
figure out. I was sweat-soaked in seconds, and I was just lying there,
taking dick!

He was a good fuck, I'll say that. For an old dude, he kept it going for a
long time. Most young bucks just ram in and squirt. Of course, then some of
them go for seconds and thirds. This old preacher would be good for one
fuck and one big load of pastor pedo cum and that was it.

But like I said, he was a good fuck. Would have been a lot better if he was
naked. Or if he had stopped reading his damn Bible, which was still perched
between my shoulders as he molested my young body. Actually, he could have
read it all he wanted too, so long as he didn't read it fuckin out loud!
That was distracting to say the least.

Good thing the Bible is really long, it took him like forever to cum. But
hot damn, did he shot a fuckin big load of pedo pastor spunk! I counted
like 8 shots of hot pervert cream as each one shot deep into my hurting
little body. I could feel him shake and quiver as each load was sprayed
deep into my tender young butt.  Feel each individual shot of pastor spunk
as it coated parts of my insides. Damn, but that felt great, especially
after he had just beat the shit out of my slender little back and cute
little butt.

When he finally slid his pastor prick out of my used, spunked hole, I
thought I would be dripping spunk all over the place. I was sure I would
make a mess of the coach's desk if I moved at all. Lying flat like I was,
on my belly, my butt in the air, I knew all that hot pedo cum would stay in
me. But if I moved, I was gonna make a fuckin mess.

He was still looking at me. Some sort of sick, twisted smile on his
lips. He knew what my problem was and he was enjoying my panic. I sure as
shit didn't want to get his used sperm all over coach's big desk!

Still smiling, the old pastor started opening desk drawers, looking for
something I thought. Like maybe a towel to help me out? Right, that wasn't
gonna happen. He did find something that kinda helped. He pulled this big
ol' black butt plug out from the bottom desk drawer. Adult sized, not 7
year old boy sized.

Not that the size of the thing stopped him. He rubbed it around my sticky,
leaking, dripping boy hole, then before I could think, he shoved it in. All
the way in one hard push. It was stuck. So was I. Stuck with this big black
butt plug shoved full-on into my stretched boy hole.  Holding in all his
pedo pastor preacher spunk. And coach's too.

Speaking of the coach, he was back, grinning like a sick fucker, watching
the pastor plug up my full boy hole. He and the dirty old pastor walked out
of the office for a few minutes. I didn't dare move. I hurt like shit. This
butt plug was damn big. Not as big as my granddad's enormous cock but it
still felt like I had a baseball bat or something shoved in me. I felt like
I was both being torn open and plugged up

Coach came back, alone. Still with the sick, child-molesting, evil
grin. Saw him rub the hard-on in his tight gym shorts. Knew I was gonna get
lots more coach dick before the afternoon was over. At least he would have
to take out that fucking butt plug!

He kept me on his desk like that for awhile, spread open, plugged up,
dripping sweat and spunk and ass juice while he read over some fucking damn
paperwork or something. Then he got up and left for a few minutes.  He came
back with my teen baby sitter thug trouble maker dude. Who grinned when he
saw me.

Who also forgot he was still in trouble with his coach. His punishment was
to clean me up. With his mouth and tongue. While coach watched. And video
taped us. My baby sitter objected until coach flattened him with one quick
punch to his skinny teen body. Then he shut up and did what he was ordered
to do.

The feel of his wet tongue on my aching body was wonderful. His kissed
every bruise and welt, every black and blue mark. He sucked my red hot
little boy dick until I dry cummed several times. He chewed on my little
pink nipples until they were all hard and pointy. He even kissed me with
his probing teen tongue.

And that black butt plug? Coach pulled it out of me, real gentle like and
everything. He had my teen baby sitter dude lick it clean. Then he put the
young thug to work on my wide open, cum dripping asshole. He did a damn
good job too, sucking all the used sticky spunk out of my tender young
body. Eating every drop of sperm he could get his greedy little lips
on. Even got me to cum again, he worked my aching, hurting butt so good.

I got a final treat from coach, ok, besides getting to watch him fuck my
teen baby sitter's hot butt and then eating coaches spunk out of the dazed,
hurting thug. Seems that while he and the old pastor had been busy filling
my holes with spunk, several of the teen soccer players had been fucking
around in the locker room. Only they used condoms.

Which were my treat. A dozen used condoms, all full of hot teen spunk! Ok,
cooled off, used but still fucking wonderful, sticky tasty boy juice. So
that was my afternoon snack, my lying there buck naked on coach's big desk,
as he held all those used, sticky, messy condoms over my open lips, my
little tongue stretched upwards, drooling for a taste of all that wonderful
teen spunk.

I ate every drop I could tongue out of those condoms. Some were more than a
little messy, I guess they liked to fuck dirty or something? But I loved
every drop, every drip, every single load of teen cum. Sucking used condoms
for a afternoon snack may not be as good as real man cock, but a boy gotta
do what a boy's gotta do!

07/15/2010

