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Date: Sat, 03 Jul 2010 16:42:42 -0400
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: naked pizza, part 6

Naked Pizza

Chapter 6

July 4th Special

I will get back to the guys at the youth center in the next chapter.

This is a work of fiction. Don't read it if you are too young, too
conservative, too stuck up or live some place where there is no freedom of
speech!!

Questions, comments and suggestions to: kristiandavistrey@gmail.com.


We had had our barbequed hot dogs and hamburgers already. Enjoyed the chips
and soda and fresh, cold watermelon. Enjoyed our July 4th holiday in the
park.  Just me and my daddy. Now we sat and waited for the fireworks to
begin.

It was dark. Hot. Humid. Typical Florida summer night. Just sitting you
could feel the sweat dripping down your back. Could smell all the people
around us in the humid darkness. All waiting for the fireworks. Listening
to the bands play.  Some typical pop-rock crap.

Daddy and me sat on a dirty old army blanket. The big cooler on one side of
us, the bags he had brought the snacks and other stuff in on the other. A
big palm tree behind us. Daddy sat with his back against the rough
bark. His shirtless, damp, sweaty flesh against the warm wood. I sat on his
lap.

Even though we were surrounded by all kinds of people enjoying their July
4th holiday in the park, we had some privacy. No one was really paying any
attention to us. To the cute--if I may say so--7 year old blue-eyed, blond
boy and his handsome, tanned, tattooed, muscular stud of a daddy.

I was shirtless like my daddy. All I had on was a lose pair of old gym
shorts. No shoes, no socks, no underwear. Daddy had on a dirty old pair of
jeans and was barefooted as well. He never wears underwear. Don't think he
even owns any? Even though we both were sweaty, I sat on his lap. My back
against his warm, strong, smooth, muscular chest. Stuck to him by his
sweat. My little body held in his big, strong arms.

He kissed me gently on the neck. I could feel his tongue lick me. Taste me,
taste my young, tender skin. Sweaty and sticky from playing in the park all
day. The feel of his wandering tongue made my little dick pulse. Made my
wet little boy hole twitch. Damn fuck, but he knows how to drive me nuts.

With all these people around, would he dare? Dare to do what every boy
wants his daddy to do? Not that anyone was watching us. Even if they did,
the shadows would hide a lot. Would he? My body ached for his touch. His
kisses. To feel his body pressing against mine. Wanting his big fucking
monster of a daddy dick to take what was his. To take me and use and abuse
me like no other man ever could.

I could feel the pulse of his heart against my back. Knew my own beat just
as fast.

Ok, by now I was squirming on his lap. Daddy held me tight, like I would
try to get away or something. My young butt pressed against his crotch. I
could feel him. His cock. Feel that big monster through the worn fabric of
his dirty old blue jeans. Through the thin material of my old gym
shorts. Feel the throb of his rock hard cock.

Daddy kissed my ear. His lips whispered to me. His tongue tasted my
flesh. His hand moved down where it shouldn't go. Not in public like
this. Daddy's big strong hand slid up under the leg of my stretched old gym
shorts. Up to my smooth crotch. No underwear to stop him. He gripped my
rock hard, boiling hot boy dick in his fingers, and then he started
stroking me.

People all around us, listening to the band, waiting for the fireworks. Not
knowing that right there in the park with them, a hot, handsome, sexy daddy
was busy molesting his little 7 year old son. Stroking his boy
cock. Sliding a finger under his son`s tight foreskin. Another finger
moving down to his smooth, hairless, cum-less little testicles. Even
pushing one big, rough, calloused finger deep up inside his little boy's
tight, wet little butt hole.

Damn that felt good. My sweaty, sexy daddy right there behind me, his lips
on my neck, one big hand holding me tight, the other under my faded old
shorts, stroking my boy dick, fingering my used little boy ass. I was
squirming and shaking it felt so good.

So fucking hot being in public like this. With people all around. Any one
of which could look over and see us. Damn, daddy was taking a risk. Was he
that horny? That stupid? I guess his hard dick was in control, as
usual. That, plus the six beers he had drunk with dinner?? Maybe the
drifting clouds of smoke from some stoners doing weed behind us was part of
his extreme recklessness too?


Suddenly I didn't care anymore. Didn't even think about the people around
us or maybe even watching us. Daddy's kisses had turned to little love
bites. Another big finger joined the first in poking my hole. And daddy's
left hand, the one that was holding me tight, had found one of my pink
little nipples.

Sharp fingernails gripped my right nipple. I swallowed a scream as daddy
dug into my warm flesh with his nails. My entire body jumped. I though he
was gonna rip it off he pinched it so tight. I even looked down, thinking
that there would be blood running down my thin chest from this new abuse he
was inflicting on my young body.

No blood, just raw pink flesh. And pain. And joy. And my little 7 year old
dick shaking and shivering in my daddy's other big hand as I dry
cummed. Again and again. My burning little dick shaking in my daddy's
hand. Trying in vain to shoot out some spunk. To really cum. Like that is
gonna happen anytime soon. Like in maybe 5 years!

I was so out of it from dry cumming that I hadn't even noticed that the
band had stopped. The first of the fireworks started exploding overhead.  I
guess all that noise from the light show above us must have drowned out
whatever moaning I had done when I got off? All I knew was that I felt
great right then.  Sweaty, dirty, sticky, still horny as fuck, but still
awesome.

I felt something else, too. My daddy had pushed the back of my lose, faded
old shorts up as far as he could. Somehow he had pulled his monster dick
out of those tight old blue jeans without me knowing. It pressed against
the moist flesh of my little bottom. Slid up my exposed crack. Slide
further, looking for a way in. In me. Inside my little body.

I could feel my daddy's lust, his desire, his frustration. His big, almost
10 inches of thick, hot pedo cock wanted my boy hole.  Wanted to bury
itself deep in my hot little butt. To feel the flesh of my 7 year old
tender body wrapped around it's intruding hardness. He wanted me. I wanted
him.

Would he dare? Here? With all these people around?

Damn fuck he would! And he did. Somehow, he slid my shorts up enough to
enter me. His big monster dick found my waiting, wet, sticky little boy
hole and slid home. All the damn fucking way home. In one long, tender
movement he took what was his.

I was so horny and sticky and just plain needy that I sat right down, in
the middle of the July 4th fireworks show in the park, surrounded by
unknowing strangers, right down on his big juicy daddy dick and gave myself
to him. All almost 10 inches of thick pedo boy fucking daddy dick
penetrated me in one smooth maneuver.  So fucking smooth that all the
strangers around us didn't notice. Or care.

Daddy held me tight to his sweaty chest. I shifted a little on his big
cock, wanting more of it in my greedy little whore boy hole. Daddy was in
me as far as he could go. At least with his dirty old jeans still on.

He kissed me on the neck again. I snuggle back against him. Connected to
him by his big dick. Felt so warm and loved and wanted right then. I could
feel his heart beat, as his damp chest pressed to my slender little
body. Feel his ragged breath on my neck and shoulders.

Fireworks exploded overhead. Every time they went "bang" I jumped a
little. The loud noise as they went off made me squirm on my daddy's
lap. Made me shake and shiver. Even made my cute little boy boner throb. Or
was that from being so close to my daddy? Feeling his big dick deep inside
me?

I felt daddy tense up. Was he about to cum? To seed my boy hole right here
in the park with all these people around? Then I looked up. We was being
watched!

Another daddy I guessed. Older than mine. Still sexy though. Holding a
young kid in his arms. Maybe 4 or 5 years old? The kid was crying, clearly
frightened by the fireworks. That daddy was looking at us with the
strangest look I ever saw. He held his own kid tighter. I swear I could see
his dick get hard in his own tight fitting pants.

He stared at me and daddy for a long time. Then he smiled. The dirty smile
of a guy who sees something he sure shouldn't be looking at. The smile one
pedo pervert kid fucker gives to another to let him know he's found a
kindred spirit.  I could feel my daddy relax. Feel his dick throb from us
being watched.

More fireworks exploded. The kid cried louder. His fucking mother showed up
from who knows where and they were off. But that other daddy sure gave us
one last long, evil look. I bet that kid is gonna get it good once he gets
home and his daddy tucks him in his little bed tonight.

Daddy and I settled down and watched the rest of the fireworks. Every loud
bang and my body shook. Every time I shivered daddy held me tighter. Every
time I tensed up, my sweet young boy hole squeezed my daddy's big invading
dick. Every time that happened, his own body tensed under me.

By now we were kinda stuck to together we were both sweating so bad. I
leaned forward for a second, to let some cooler air pass between us. Daddy
roughly pulled me back to him. He wrapped his big strong arms around me
tight. He hissed into my ear as he humped his big cock hard into me several
times. Hey, I wasn't try to go anywhere!

He didn't let up. He fucked me harder and harder. Not easy to do in this
position either. I could smell his sweat from the workout he was giving
himself. His body tense under me. His big pedo cock pulsing deep inside my
tender young body. Daddy was getting close. About to seed my sweet hole
with his cum.

Above us, the 'grand finale' was going off. So was daddy's thick prick. He
held me so tight that I almost couldn't breath as he shot off in my
well-used butt. I could feel his big dick pulse and throb. Feel each spray
of hot daddy cum as it hit the smooth, burning walls of my tender insides.

All around us people were laughing and clapping and screaming for more. I
would have screamed too. If I could breath that is.  My own body was
shaking from having my daddy fuck me and sperm me here, right here in the
middle of the park, in the middle of the July 4th fireworks display. With
all these strangers around. Any one of which could look our way and see
what we just did.

Would they see a dad and his little boy, both blond haired, blue eyed,
shirtless, sweaty from the humid Florida summer night, breathless from
watching the July 4th fireworks? Or would they see a handsome, muscular,
tanned, tattooed, twenty something blond guy, flushed and sweat-soaked,
sitting there under a big palm tree, a cute little 7 year old boy sitting
there on his lap, the kid's little shorts hiked up, the man's dirty jeans
un-buttoned, and know that the guy had just molested, abused and raped the
boy? Would they see his big dick sliding out of that little boy's well-used
butt hole and know that his own daddy had just fucked him? Right there in
the middle of all the holiday festivities?

Right then, do you think that either I nor my dad really gave a flying fuck
what anyone saw or knew or thought about us? Well, what do you think?

July 4th, 2010.

