Seven Can Be Heaven

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy

Edited by James FitzHugh

Fifty year-old Ken was a closeted boy-lover. Ages 11 to thirteen prefered, but not strictly limited to that, he had boys as old as fourteen on occasion, a man can not be too fussy, you take what you get sometimes. However, anything younger, although some cuties, he shied away from. Ken looked forward to his yearly two-week sex vacation in Mexico where a guy could get a boy for the night for less than the price of a case of beer back home. Paulo, his sixteen year-old pimp, had many cousins it seemed, and Ken had fucked a good majority of them over the years, including Paulo when he was younger.

Ken met Karl quite by chance in a boy-love chat room, finding that they both lived in the same city, the two met for a beer one night. Karl was forty and quite handsome, although he, himself was more muscular and quite proud of the shape he kept himself in for his age.

A few beers led to a few more and the two began to loosen up about their shared appreciation for boys and conquests. Karl liked them younger, one he claimed to have had sex with, the son of a girlfriend, was a mere toddler, strictly oral sex.

He then laughed and admitted, “Okay, I cannot tell a lie, I finger-fucked him, too!”

Karl went on to divulge he met women online with young children, taking advantage of a natural curiosity in boys and their sense of adventure and naughtiness, was soon receiving regular hand and blowjobs. Adding to his perversion, Karl would stretch a condom over his young victim’s small arm and have the kid fist him while being sucked off.

Oddly, Ken wasn’t at all offended by the man’s fetish for youngsters. “To each his own!” he toasted Karl, and meant it.

“Do you ever fuck them?” he asked.

“Of course, but never younger than six years-old. By that age their rectums are much more pliable, quite capable of taking a man’s cock. I’m  not overly large in that department, anyway, maybe 5 inches tops, and no thicker than your thumb.”

Ken laughed, “Well if I fucked one that young I’d break him in half, I’m afraid.” He was proud of his seven thick inches.

“Nah, as I said, their asshole’s can stretch to amazing proportions.”

“Maybe, no offence, but I don’t think I could ever have sex with anything that young.” Ken said.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, my friend.” Karl snickered, “I can arrange that if you want.”

Ken thought the man was joking at first. “What?”

“My nephew, he just turned seven last month. Never saw a kid like man cock as much as he does, and a great little cock sucker he’s turned out to be, too. I really lucked out with him, even share his bedroom although we have separate beds. I’m staying with my sister for a while at her two bedroom condo. Cathy works afternoon shift, so the living arrangement works out well with me minding the kid.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think so.”

Karl pulled out his cell phone, found what he was looking for and showed Ken a picture of the boy. Cute as hell, dirty blond hair down to his shoulders and beautiful blue eyes that the camera didn’t fail to capture. Ken had to admit, the boy was gorgeous. His cock stirred.

“Cathy has never cut his hair, only trims it from time to time.”

“He sure is cute. You are a lucky man, maybe I’ll take you up on the offer in a few years.”

“I’ll tell ya one thing, he has a cock the size of a young teen. Inherited that from his father according to Cathy. The man was a loser. Didn’t want any part of being a daddy and split.”

Ken loved sucking boy cock, his interest was certainly sparked. “Cut?”

“Yup. Kept getting infections so Cathy had him done at three years old.”

That was probably the one thing he disliked about the Mexican boys. Smelly uncut dicks. Nor were they cute as caucasian boys can be. Especially the one he was still admiring. The thought of those thin red lips wrapped around his manhood made his balls tingle.

Handing back the phone to Karl, he said, “Sure is tempting, though.”

Karl wrote his phone number on a napkin and handed it to Ken. “Your loss, then. But if you change your mind, Cathy is going out of town this weekend. Call me anytime. Even if you just want to come over for a beer.”

Ken jerked off that night and Kyle was the starring character in his fantasy. He couldn’t get the boy out of his mind the following day, nor the day after that. He began to justify things in his mind. Maybe there wouldn’t be any harm in getting a blowjob, after all, the kid was already sucking Karl’s cock and apparently he enjoyed doing it. He would play it by ear. On Friday afternoon he called Karl making arrangements to go over that night for a beer. His cock ached it was so hard all day at work.

Ken was extremely nervous, he changed his mind three times having second thoughts. He even jerked one off hoping that would curtail his desires.“Just a beer, that’s all.” he decided standing at the door, his hand shaking as he pressed the bell.

Karl was please to see his new friend and ushered him into the living room. Sitting on the sofa, he admired the tastefully decorated home while Karl fetched him a beer served in a frosted mug stopping first at a door and talking to what had to be Kyle. Minutes later the drop dead gorgeous boy appeared and sat on Karl’s lap. He was dressed in red shorts and a button down blue shift open at the neck where Ken could see a hint of a gold necklace. He prayed it wasn’t anything religious that would add to his already guilty conscience.

“Kyle, this is my friend, Uncle Ken.” he introduced, Ken wishing he hadn’t used the respectful attribute.

“Just call me Ken.” he said reaching to shake hands with kid. He wondered if Karl had briefed Kyle of what he could possibly be subjected to do for Uncle Ken.

“My mom would get mad if I didn’t call you Uncle Ken.” he said.

Uncle Ken it was to be then. “Oh, okay, sport. We wouldn’t want to upset mom, now would we.”

The boy laid back against his uncle’s chest with his legs spread and dangling over Karl’s legs. Ken could see up the boys shorts enough to note that he wore white briefs. Karl’s hand mae its way down inside the left leg as he chatted about how smart Kyle was in school. Ken’s cock reacted knowing full well the man’s fingers were massaging the boy’s balls over top the tightie-whitie briefs.

“Are you going to dance for Uncle Ken?” Karl asked. “Kyle’s a good dancer.” he said to Ken with a wink.

Kyle excitedly made for the stereo and selected a CD, it was Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller.’ He then crawled on top of the coffee table and began to dance very suggestively. Ken almost blew a load when he realized that not only were Kyle’s shorts tenting, the kid was also performing a strip tease for the two men who started to applaud and whistle encouraging him. Much to Ken’s relief, hanging from the gold chain was a saber tooth

Kyle only had three items of clothing to remove and was down to his underwear that jutted remarkably. A hint of pink was seen through the thin white material, Karl had been right, the seven year-old was well endowed for his age without question. He was cock teaser as well, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and ever so slowly lowering them to the base of his erection only to haul them back up smiling seductively all the while.

Karl undone his jeans and hauled out his cock and stroked it. Ken felt bad for the underdeveloped genitalia, nature had certainly short changed the man. Ken wasn’t that brazen yet. He pulled open the draw string on his sweat pants and shoved a hand inside to play with his own manhood desperately anticipating Kyle’s complete nudity.

Finally, down went the underwear over the four inch boner which sprang free pointing straight ahead. The girth was comparable to that of a roll of quarters he guessed, the testicles were tiny drawn close to his groin, it would be a few more years before they dropped.

“Why don’t you ask Uncle Ken if you can see his cock. He has a big one, ya know.”

It was do or die, the eleventh hour decision for Ken to either get the hell out of the place and save his dignity, or allow his cock to make the opposite choice.

Kyle looked Ken in the eye, smiled, and asked, “Can I see your big man-cock, Uncle Ken?”

Ken stood up, still debating his quandary, hesitated then pulled down his pants to expose himself to the boy whose bright blue eyes shone brighter the size of silver dollars.

Karl whistled and said, “Wow, Kyle!” Look at the size of that thing, bet you’d love to feel it, wouldn’t ya?”

Kyle look up from the manly display and asked with puppy dog eyes, “Could I?”

Ken nodded his approval. Kyle wasted no time and jumped down from the table delicately placing a hand around it unable to touch his thumb and fingers. Without asking, his other hand weighed the heavy orbs.

Karl stripped himself naked and knelt behind Kyle kissing his ears and neck as he masturbated the young cock, then whispered, “Why not give Uncle Ken a nice blowjob?”

Kyle didn’t need to lower his head much. Ken felt the hot breath, lips, then the warmth of the boys mouth taking the head and two-inches of shaft, his small mouth stretched wide eagerly trying to fit more in. He knew what to do with his hands and commenced a stimulating multi task handjob and blowjob.

Even though he blew a load not two hours earlier, Ken felt another orgasm wouldn’t be staved off much longer. The boy was good, Karl had taught him well, far better than any Mexican boy. Ken placed both hands to the back of the boys head, the long hair soft as silk in his fingers. Karl was still beating the kid’s meat and also had two fingers up his rear end loosening him up for what most assuredly be his cock up there before long.

Even though Karl used the spit and push technique, Kyle never so much as flinched being taken anally. Not that Karl was all that large, however, still it must have hurt without proper lubricant. Never in Ken’s wildest imagination did he think he would be engaged in a threesome with another man and a seven year-old boy.

Karl looped an arm around the boy’s waist for leverage and began fucking him fast and furious. Ken let out a warning that he was cumming, Kyle maintained his rhythm and only backing off to only the head in his mouth to allow the pending orgasm to spray over his tongue and palate.

Ken usually lost the mood for continued sex after he came, however, he wanted to taste Kyle’s cock and dropped to his knees. It felt lovely in his hand and the only way to suck it was on his hands and knees. Karl noticed the uncomfortable position and told him to wait a moment. He lowered Kyle to the floor on his back lifting the small legs to his chest giving Ken full access to chow down as well as allowing himself to carry on pounding the kids ass. Ken also got a great view of the fucking.

The cock was delicious, had substance to it. Most boys went flaccid during a fuck session, and most also screamed their lungs out the whole time. He wondered if Kyle did the first few times Karl banged him. Ken liked that very much, never understood a word the Mexican kids were saying, nonetheless, he assumed they weren’t kind ones being directed at him.

Kyle was expressionless as the two men molested him. Ken wondered if the boy could in fact take his large cock after all, although the rectum was quite red and swollen appearing after Karl was done with it.

He accepted the offer to stay overnight and continue their play time well into the night, the two single beds would be pushed together. The men dressed only in their underwear, Kyle was told by Karl to stay naked, he never complained and sat down on the floor playing with his trucks. Ken felt a tad of guilt right then seeing the innocence of a child at play.

The men had several beer and talked about their lives, sports, work and of course, boys. Kyle later grew bored of his toys and sat on Karl’s lap. The man fondled him gently and gave him small sips of beer. An hour later they were in the bed naked with Kyle between them being pawed and rubbed all over. Ken was shocked when Karl leaned into the boy’s face and the two french kissed, Ken took the opportunity to go down on Kyle’s beautiful cock. He loved feeling them grow in his mouth, and Kyle didn’t disappoint.

Ken was convinced by then what Karl had been stressing on the internet chats all along, boys were sexual beings at the age when they began noticing things sexual, like their own little dicks, medically termed, “Juvenile Masturbation.” Of course, all they know is that it feels nice, therefore a man’s hand would feel nice, as well. And if their own dick can be made to feel good then a man’s big one would be no different. Factor that a few years later with their natural curiosity about other boys, and especially men’s genitals, and the keen interest in doing anything regarded as naughty, is the formula mother nature developed in creating sexual boys.

Perhaps Ken didn’t believe Karl’s fetish of getting fisted by young boys, but when he reached into a nightstand and took out lubricant and Trojan condoms and handed them to Kyle, the reality was soon realized as the kid rolled the clear rubber up his left arm to which he applied a healthy amount of lube, as well as to Karl’s puckered hole, the man holding his knees to his chest.

“Okay, Kyle, show Uncle Ken how you fuck me with your arm.”

Ken had a side view still not believing it was happening. Kyle gently placed his five outstretched tapered at the opening and slowly Ken watched the hand disappear, then the wrist, all the way to Kyle’s elbow. Karl screamed out with pleasure and told the boy it was time to fuck him hard. Kyle’s little battering ram arm did exactly that.

Karl lowered his legs spreading them wide on the bed. Kyle proceeded to suck and masturbate the man’s cock in cinque to fisting him. Karl had the boy’s long hair tangled tightly in his fingers. If Kyle slowed down his effort, Karl tugged his hair to prod him. Ken would later learn from Kyle that if boy’s weren’t disciplined slipping in performing sexual acts, they become lazy participants and even begin to stop altogether once bored. No amount of pleading came entice them back, and if something tangible is offered, even then the effort is minimal.

Ken knew that Karl had cum, however, young Kyle continued to suck  until Karl told him to stop. The mans cock was completely flaccid and Kyle swallowed with a gulp. Slowly he extracted his arm rolling the condom down as he did so.

Karl ordered Kyle to blow ken again, who used the hair tugging technique to his advantage. It was going to be a slow process having cum already a couple hours earlier. When Kyle stopped to say his jaw hurt, Ken responded with a pull of the boy’s hair telling him it wouldn’t be too much longer.

“Why don’t you fuck the kid instead since his jaw is sore?” Karl suggested.

Kyle wasn’t sure if he got a reprieve, or a punishment as he greased up Ken’s cock on orders of Karl saying that Ken didn’t want his hands all greasy should he have to restrain the kid.

Karl placed several pillows under Kyle’s belly to keep his bum in the air, sat back against the headboard and had Kyle’s head in his groin, his hands resting atop it. Ken was no fool as to why.

Ken was literally shaking all over in excitement when he knelt behind and positioned his cock head at the pink chewed bubblegum-like puckered hole.

Karl said, “Ask Uncle Ken to fuck you with his big cock, Kyle.” A tug of the hair for added encouragement.

“Please fuck me, Uncle Ken?” another tug, “With your big cock.”

It was like trying to stuff your cock in a Coke bottle. Ken made little progress, but even a little progress was still progress.He felt the head of his cock being completely viced. Kyle began to squirm with discomfort but didn’t vocalize complaint as yet. Karl had let his hair go and had both his arms under Kyle’s pits and around his neck holding him in place. Ken looped his arms under Kyle’s hips and used them for leverage pushing with great force gaining inch by precious inch ever so slowly. His cock ached, feeling like the bone was going to burst through his pee slit at any moment.

Kyle began to whimper, Karl soothed him telling him he was a brave boy, and that brave boys are the special ones who have men to fuck them, no man wants to fuck a cry baby.

Ken was perhaps a third of the way to reaching home base. He backed a little then rammed repeatedly making great strides finally. When he felt his groin come in contact with the warm bum cheeks, one more thrust would have him firmly planted. Exhausted, he collapsed atop the boy and rested.

Karl broke the silence other than Kyle still whimpering, and said, “I told you a boy’s ass can spread a mile, didn’t I? he laughed. “It’s clear sailing now, pal. Enjoy the ride!”

And Ken did. The kids ass was stuck to his cock and as he humped him the ass came ahead with him, only his bone was doing much encased in his skin that was encased in Kyle’s intestines. He wondered exactly where in the human anatomy his cock had reached inside the tiny boy.

Karl had his cock back in Kyle’s bobbing mouth. Ken was again undecided whether or not they were actually raping the boy or if he was a willing participant. He opted for the rape scenario, it seemed to invigorate him,  grasping the slender hips that he could almost touch the fingers of each hand, he pounded the tight little ass without mercy. Kyle reared his head back and howled despite Karl’s harsh pulling of the boy’s hair to regain compliance of him to resume sucking cock.

It was the hottest and longest fuck Ken had ever had. In most cases he was in a Mexican boy’s ass for only a matter of minutes before he blew a load. Sometimes he would fuck one just to set the boy straight that he had a choice, get fucked or suck cock with more enthusiasm. Ken didn’t want a quasi blowjob where they used their hand with very little mouth application and the threat of another fucking always made them better cock-suckers once they evaluated their option. Ken always prefered a well administered blowjob over an exhaustive fuck.

And exhausted he was giving Kyle the final few thrusts christening depths unknown. When Ken was extracting, it was as is the anal muscles were trying to keep him lodged instead of their purpose of voiding excrement. When he finally exited a ‘plop’ was heard, almost like the cork removed from a champagne bottle.

The men again cuddled the whimpering boy between them praising his bravery and how all the sacred man-juice was going to do nothing but make him big and strong quicker than other boys would didn’t have a man to share his potent semen with.

Ken added, “Hell, Kyle! It’s the same stuff that makes babies, must be mighty powerful stuff if it can do that, right?”

Looking at Ken, Karl carried on the charade. “I wouldn’t doubt Kyle will grow a few inches by next week thanks to us giving him lots of our semen tonight.”

“Very lucky boy, I’d say.” Ken added.

Kyle was no longer sullen, his seven year-old brain like a sponge taking in the information. He asked, “Really?”

“Really!” Karl laughed. “Now tell Uncle Ken who’s coming to stay over tomorrow night.”

“My cousin, Andy. He’s six.” the boy relayed to Ken.

“And tel Uncle Ken what you guys are going to do together.”

“Play doctor.”

“And?”

Kyle was restless, played with his toes, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Teach him to suck my cock and fuck him.”

Ken felt like he’d been struck by a semi. He could not fathom what he heard out of the mouth of a seven year-old.

Karl smiled, “You got it, kiddo!” the two high-fived.

It was so obvious that Karl was using Kyle to set the stage to molest another boy. Ken had mixed feelings, was it atrocious, or was it brilliant. Atrociously brilliant, Ken decided.

Karl turned to Ken and said, “If ya want to stay tomorrow and meet Andy, that would be cool with me and Kyle.”

Ken had just had a night of great sex with a seven year-old. Could he lower himself to molest a six year-old? How young is too young? No, he couldn’t, he’d already crossed the line. His cock stirred.

The End

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy