Six, in a Fix

   By Rob Loveboy

   Edited by Len Homber

   Call me a child molester if you like.  Temporary insanity, I suppose.  I
was one, or maybe I was simply so horny that I needed an outlet to vent my
pent up case of blue balls that I began a sexual relationship with my six
year-old nephew, Calvin.  The boy idolized me, his big brother ...  and I
guess I took advantage of his easy vulnerability.

   I was going through a divorce and went to live with my sister.  I was
forty-five years old and the old lady upgraded to a richer, much older guy
leaving me devastated.  Without a doubt, it was my little dick she got
tired of, women claim that length doesn't matter, it's how we use it that
counts.  Well, I thought I was using mine to its full 4 ½ inch circumcised
inches several times a week.

   My single mother sister only had a two bedroom condo and Calvin was more
than happy to share his bedroom.  I bought a single bed and a chest of
drawers making the small room cramped, only two-feet of space separated our
beds, a night table jammed in between.

   I wasn't much into masturbation, and was carefully silent when I did it.
However, sharing a room didn't lend much privacy and Calvin often saw me
naked as I liked sleeping in the nude and wasn't about to change that for
the sake of another male present when I undressed.

   Of course, Calvin was no different.  He had no issues taking off his
clothes and putting on his pajamas in front of me.  I cannot lie and say
that I ignored him, I was amused by his uncut dick almost the size of my
own, the length of my pinky finger when flaccid, of course, mine was a
great deal thicker and I had long hanging balls, his were tucked close to
his groin.

   Guys had never turned me on, sure I looked at them with envy when the
opportunity arose to see them naked.  High school was an eye opener on
exactly how short changed I was compared to other boys and was teased
regularly ...  "pencil dick," or "my cat has a bigger dick than that." What
really irritated me was some guys said I would never make a girl happy ...
and I guess they were right.

   It was quite obvious that Calvin was staring, even commented the first
time on how big it was, I returned the compliment making him proud of his
manhood.  Strangely, I began taking my time allowing him longer and closer
views making small talk standing above him lying in his bed.

   One night I was so incredible horny I jerked off while Calvin was still
awake reading a book.  For whatever reason I didn't care that the
fluttering blanket would draw his attention or that my breaths were rather
audible ...  it turned me on even more and I began to fantasize about
teaching him and doing it together.  Surely he could get an erection, even
babies did, and I thought how I used to touch mine as a little kid laying
in my bed and assumed he did, as well.

   After I came, I was disgusted with myself thankful that the urge to kick
the blanket down and expose myself didn't happen, what did hide me was at
waist level, my pubic hair visible to his curious gawking seen out of the
slits in my eyes.  He never said a word although I was hoping he would ask
what I was doing, it would have been the deciding factor in my perverted
state of mind.

   Although I vowed to never let it happen again, I found myself staring at
him naked as we undressed.  The tickle monster, something we did often and
Calvin loved it, led us onto his bed naked.  That fact, and the cartoon
characters on his bedding should have been a deterrent and put an end to
tickling him, however, I was hard as a rock and it felt nice between his
thighs held tight by my legs.

   I tickled down his body staring at his cock flopping around in his
hysterical laughter ...  I touched him feeling the softness.  Calvin never
complained, he seemed to be enjoying it even when I started to grope him
after, the tickling had stopped.

   I was no longer dry-fucking his pre-cum wet thighs.  Instead squatting
gently over his knees with my leaking cock standing straight up with him
looking down at it and me perversely fondling him ...  he was getting a
boner.

   "Is this okay, Calvin?" I whispered with a smile, "It feels nice,
doesn't it?"

   Solemnly, he shrugged and nodded, the sight of his cock growing in my
nervous, shaking hand indicated that he was enjoying it giving me the
courage to explore his the immature balls with a finger rubbing the crevice
of his cheeks, and of course lingering at his hole.  I was impressed when
his thin dick maxed out the size of mine.

   Calvin was still staring at my cock, "You wanna touch my dick, buddy?"

   Not waiting for a reply, I rolled off him onto my side and placed his
hand on it.  "Grip it tight and rub it like I'm doing for you ...  that's
it, Cal ...  feels so nice.

   His hand did feel nice and he was a quick learner letting his hand go to
do do it himself.  My fantasy of the previous night had become a reality,
we were jerking each other off.  "This is our secret, buddy?  You can't
tell anyone or else we'll get in trouble." I warned, "Men and boys do this
all the time, except they keep it a secret cuz mom's wouldn't understand,
okay?"

   I was was elated when he smiled and said, "Okay, uncle Mike." I knew he
would be putty in my hands and I wouldn't have to beat my own meat anymore.
I shuffled up the bed giving him easier access placing his other hand on my
balls.

   "Don't stop, Calvin.  I'm going to let you see the white stuff that
makes babies in women."

   Still laying on my side, I came in torrents over his chest and neck,
probably the longest orgasm I could remember.  He was mesmerized by the
white goop I wiped over his entire torso, in the end, his hand was covered
in it.

   Using his Superman tshirt off the floor, I cleaned us up and tucked it
under my mattress.  Even worse than the night before, I felt incredibly
guilty laying in my bed warning him once again.but sternly, that he was to
keep his mouth shut before I turned out the bedside lamp and saw him nod.

   The next day I felt like a heel unable to look at him and especially his
mother as we sat the table during breakfast.  I spent the day at work
scared to death that Calvin would tell and my life would change forever
expecting the cops to show up in my office.

   Nothing happened.  When I nervously got home from work my sister smiled,
cooking us dinner and Calvin on the living room floor watching a cartoon.

   "Hi, Uncle Mike." he said with a broad smile as he did every night.  I
counted my blessings, swearing what happened would never happen again.  How
wrong I was.

   I wasn't a big fan of liquor, but I drank several beers before going to
bed after contemplating whether or not I should sleep on the sofa, however,
my sister would find it odd ...  the reason I had bunked in with Calvin was
because she had just bought the sofa and was very fussy with it, even
Calvin wasn't allowed to sit on it with food or drink.  Silently I cursed
my sister, Calvin didn't have an established bedtime like he did during the
school year, starting grade two a month from the now , he could stay up
until the adults went to bed and of course, he did exactly that giving me
no choice but to go to our room.  I quickly stripped and got into bed
before he finished peeing and brushing his teeth.

   It had to have been the liquor that I ended up sitting on the edge of my
bed naked waiting for him.  I concluded that I had evaded discovery of what
I had done the night before, telling me that the boy must have enjoyed it
and what was the harm in doing it again.

   When Calvin entered the bedroom and closed the door I beckoned him over
to stand in front of me.  He never said a word staring at my hard cock
while I took the liberty of undressing him, a weird urge to do so.  Shirt,
socks, jeans, and finally, his batman undies slowly down his thighs until
they the fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.

   I fondled him, my other hand around his waist running a finger over his
crack.  He had goose bumps over his body.  "You like this, don't you,
buddy?"

   Calvin swallowed hard and said, "I guess."

   I was convinced he loved it as once again he was soon sporting a boner
much to my delight.  "Go ahead, feel my man-cock and make me feel good,
too."

   He did exactly that stroking me like he had been taught, a slight smile
on his face made me want to hug him and tell him that I loved him and loved
our special play.  I lay back as he stood between my legs giving me a
handjob and playing with my balls until I came about fifteen-minutes later.
I told him to spread my load over my body until he milked out the last few
drops and instead of sending him to his bed, I hauled him into mine to
cuddle massaging his bum never cleaning up.  My cum inevitably over both
our bodies.  "Good night, my man." I leaned down and kissed his lips
knowing he was perfectly content in my arms.

   The next morning I didn't expect my sister to walk in the bedroom to
collect Calvin's laundry and see us together in my bed.  It was very hot in
the room and somehow the sheet was around our thighs exposing our nudity.

   "He had a nightmare and I let him crawl in with me." I lied when she
confronted me when we were alone.

   "Naked?" she asked with scepticism "Men don't sleep naked with little
boys ...  it's not normal, Mike."

   I had to think quickly and said, "Honey, I've slept naked since I was
his age and you know that.  Calvin was mimicking me, that's all." I feigned
a laugh scared to death.  "Let him grow up ...  no need to tell him
anything different and embarrass him."

   It was obvious she wasn't happy about it saying, "I suppose."

   I corned Calvin before I left for work and told him what I told his
mother and his comeback retort was to be, "Dah, we're both boys, mom."
Luckily, he didn't have to lie as she had dropped the issue confirmed by
Calvin when I got home from work telling him to come into the bedroom while
I changed out of my suit.

   Extremely relieved, I ruffled his hair smiling down at him.  My cock
grew hard with his chest pressed into my upper belly.  Pulling down the
front of my boxers, he knew what I wanted without asking him.  There was no
time to get off, I simply wanted reassurance that he was still a willing
participant.  "Tonight, I'm going to show you something new to make each
other feel nice ....  and I know you'll love it, my little man." I followed
that statement up by saying, "I guess you're a big boy now." Calvin grinned
ear to ear proud of himself.

   Sitting on the bed slowly stroking myself, I didn't have to tell him
that I wanted to take off his clothes again that night.  What he didn't
expect was after we played with each other, I stooped over and took his
erection in my mouth, my hands spread his bum and I worked a finger inside
him.  Calvin flinched, however, I held him in place.  "It might hurt a
little, but It'll feel nice once ya get used to it." I reassured him, "You
do like your big cock in my mouth, right?"

   I didn't wait for a reply and went back down on his smooth, silky boner
still keeping the pressure on slowly entering him.  I was out of my mind in
lust for a six year-old, I wondered if I was ready for an insane asylum,
but it didn't deter my raunchy behaviour ...  I knew that I had pushed the
limit, especially when I lay back and made him suck my cock.

   With very little instruction and gagging, Calvin caught on nicely and I
enjoyed the first blowjob of my life, my ex would never do it for me.  I
ended it by jerking off holding his head in place.

   "Good boy, buddy.  Suck hard now and use your hand ...  I blew my wad in
his mouth moments later, he never complained even when I told him to
swallow it, he only grimaced at the taste.

   Calvin became my personal cock-sucker.  Almost every night for months we
had sex and I would always receive a blowjob in the end ...  the kid got
better at it every time and I was in my glory.  He loved when I licked his
hole ...  and I loved when he did the same to me after only a little
persuasion.

   The first time I fucked him was when he was almost eight, I had been
finger fucking him and used a small dildo while his ass was in the air
sucking me off.  I had set the example by having him fuck me.

   If I learned anything by the experience, it was very young boys could be
sexual under the right guidance of an adult ...  and an adult can easily
succumb when desperate enough if he opens his mind that age doesn't really
matter ...  there is a little paedophilia in all of us that only needs to
be tapped.

   THE END ...

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