Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 21:25:45 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Hamme Subject: ED HELPS DADDY AND BECOMES MY UNCLE ED HELPS DADDY AND BECOMES MY UNCLE CHAPTER 1: WHAT I REALLY WANTED I started right after my eighteenth birthday to start chronicling all this, and I must admit, it has taken me a while. Daddy and Uncle Ed have been telling me that I really had to wait until I turned 18 to put this all down. They have always been so good to me, and everything they have ever said to me has seemed to be what is best. I am telling this story of the special love I had in my earlier years. Some call this incest. I hope you won't read this if that upsets you or if my telling of sex between boys and men offend you. To me, it was always just right. Perhaps my earliest memory of my feelings for my father, Ron, would be the best place to start. My dad was the sexiest man alive to me. He is not only tall, but also broad-shouldered, muscular and very hairy, especially when he let his beard grow. He never counted himself a lady's man either, but mom liked him. I fondly remember mom's tenderness, but the special feeling of the security that Dad's strong arms gave me when he held me. I always loved breathing his manly scent, and around him I felt as uninhibited as I could be, except for Mom's limitations. But that changed as they divorced when I was only 4. Sure, I still didn't get to go nude around the house or play with my little stiffy around Mom, but my every other weekend with Dad, well, things were quite different. I wouldn't call Mom strict or Dad lax at all. Mother never enforced discipline with me, and so I acted up for her. She just made me feel guilty over my body and it's sensations. Dad, on the other hand, I always knew he was very strict, and I would get that large hand swatting my bare butt for the slightest disrespect. Consequently, I rarely challenged him. I guess this was the same feeling of security I got from his allowing me to be naked when I want, to bathe with him, and to sleep with him naked. In the mornings he showered me with kisses in the bed, as I lightly would stroke my hard wiener. It all felt so right. Still, something was missing. I knew this only because Dad's 7-inch boner towered my little meat. Dad said that my 2-1/2 inches at 6 years old was a lot, and I should be proud of it. But mine felt so good! Why didn't daddy touch his in front of me, since his was bigger, and probably gave him bigger pleasures? Why couldn't we do this together? I felt, that even though dad was allowing me such wonderful love, he was limiting it, and I could not fathom why. I felt very lucky for what I got, though. Well, daddy worked construction, and he made good money, and although not being much of a hi tech man, he managed to buy all the computer stuff available at the time. He also seemed to be quite interested in the early formation of the Internet, and he spent times on chat rooms and in groups. What he sought there, I did not know, for I was usually unsuccessfully fighting sleep as he first turned off the computer games I was playing and got into his stuff. Dad was so virile. I loved his ability to get out with me and play sports. We would throw a ball, wrestle, and sometimes, I would even go the gym with him. This Friday night, he focused on some rough housing outside the house when I first got there, and insisted close to bedtime, that I have a bath. He seemed so nervous as he picked me up this time. I never felt him shake before, and I hugged him, feeling like something was wrong. Daddy took off my clothes and whistled like he always did, and made his usual comments about what a good looking boy was under all those dirty clothes. He took his own off, and we both stood in front of each other. He picked me up and plopped me in the tub. He crawled in with me and held his little man, and gave me a long kiss on the lips as he started to soap my body, which he always said was so well-toned. He lingered on my boycock, and it got hard of course, and soaped my sensitive nuts, too, and scrubbed my crack squeaky-clean. I was quite sure that Dad did not know how pleasurable that was to me. He next rinsed me off and had me stand outside the tub as he dried me off. It looked like his dick was getting stiff, too, but he wasn't letting it show this time, and put the washcloth on it. I had seen it hard in the mornings, for dad said it meant you were happy or had to pee. "Dustin, you can go play a video game on the computer while Daddy washes his body now. But when I get done, it will be our bedtime." I thought it an odd remark, because we were usually quite refreshed from a bath, but taking one Friday night was unusual in itself, since he normally only worried about that on Saturdays, or when sending me home to Mom on Sundays. I kissed Daddy's lips and went on into the bedroom, stark naked as we always were in the evenings before bed. Dad had the heat turned up so I wouldn't feel cold either. I turned on the computer and I thought I heard Dad groan from the bathroom. Between that and the shaking, I thought maybe he was getting a cold. Dad came into the room and was wet, but quite flushed looking. His long dick was a bit longer looking than normal, though not hard at the moment, and very red. He saw me staring at it, and said "Daddy washed his wiener extra careful, so it is red." He seemed to be shaking again as he pulled the covers back on the bed and told me to turn the computer off. Then he picked me up and bounced my naked body on the bed. I just lay there on my back, and giggled as he climbed on top of me, pinning me with his body. He gave me a long wet kiss on the lips and he rolled over. I was so exited that I couldn't help but get hard. A longer stare at my boymeat never made me more curious. I just had to put my hand on it to relieve the sensation some. That is when he said what I would never forget. "Dustin, do you like how it feels when you rub your little wiener?" "Yes, Daddy, it feels so good. You told me how it was normal to do that." I had never had an orgasm though, for Dad had focused on other things for our play, but I had to find something out. "Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Champ, you know you can ask me anything." "If it is so normal, why don't you ever rub your wiener too? I never see you do it." "That is what I wanted to talk to you about, Dustin. You see, Daddy was doing that in the bathtub, and he didn't want to frighten you. That is why his penis is so red. You mean you would like to see your daddy do that?" I nodded as I hugged his neck. His red limp manhood stood to life as he grabbed it and looked down. I looked down to see that monster meat and saw daddy rub it for the first time. Since my hands were on his neck, I had to move them down to his chest to see what he saw, then to his belly, to get a closer look. My left hand stayed on his belly. My right hand rubbed my overly exited boyboner. We seemed to be jacking in unison, and I rubbed Daddy's belly at the same time to the rhythm of his jerking, too. But my touch was telling him and me something special. "Dustin, would you like to touch Daddy's penis? I don't want you to feel ashamed of anything you want to do when you are with me." I nodded and put my hand on that big shaft. It couldn't wrap all the way around, but the soft skin on that hard pole surprised me, and I couldn't help but want to feel everything, from his balls to the tip of his penis. I rubbed his dick up and down slowly with the one hand, just like I would do mine, and I took my right hand off of my boydick to fondle those huge, hairy balls. "Oh, Dustin, this is so great! This just happened! It can't be happening so soooooon!" he exclaimed as his dick started to hump my hand and he lifted his knees and put his legs around me. All of a sudden, his back jerked and this thick white stuff shot out of the slit in his dick, all the way into the air. The hot stuff landed on my hands, his penis, his balls, and felt so good that I couldn't help but feel this was something just special for me and for him. "Oh Daddy. I've never seen such nice stuff before. Is that your love for me coming out of your penis?" Dad just picked me up and held me in his arms, and we locked lips. I moved my crotch around in the sticky stuff on his stomach, and insisted the stuff on his dickhead touch my crack. After this kiss, he picked up a towel and wiped us off. I thought he was going to cry. "Yes, Dustin, it is my love. You made Daddy feel so good. That is the same stuff that daddies put in mommies and help her make babies, but it is okay to make it come out when you are not with a woman, too. You won't make any of that stuff until you are older, but I want to do something for you, now. Lay on your back," I thought Dad would just rub my wiener to get those good feelings going in me. He did put his hand there as he kissed my lips again. My neck was next. Kisses on my neck exited me, too. Then he stopped and licked both of my nipples, and I never thought the feeling added to my dick being rubbed would be greater. But then Dad stopped rubbing, and I had to wonder why. Well, he needed to kiss my wiener. That made sense. I loved my body kissed, and why skip that part? But, this was no ordinary kiss. The skinless head of that dick disappeared into his mouth, then the whole shaft, as he bobbed his head up and down, and he rubbed my balls. I liked this kind of kissing, but I did not expect the waves of pleasure to start equaling that of when I stroked my tiny hardness. Nor did I expect them to surpass them, or in such a hurry. They started coming in what felt like ripples of water going over my body, except these were in the inside, moving out from my little cock. And those balls being so gently rubbed, I started to groan, too. Now I felt a connection with what I heard Daddy do when he said he had been rubbing his wiener. Dad slipped his hands underneath my butt cheeks and the pleasure intensified as he caressed my stocky bubbly cheeks as he sucked me. Only his thumbs remained to fondle my balls. Then without warning, as I let out my second long moan, I felt a spasm come from my balls and start to tingle my dick as it sought release. My whole body started to tense as one after another of those feelings came. "Oh Daddy, you are making me feel so goooooooood!" I exclaimed, as I thrust my dick into his mouth and stroked his hair in appreciation. I stopped humping and opened my eyes to see Daddy licking my balls as the last spasm subsided. I rolled into Dad's waiting arms as he lay back beside me. He said, "Sport, I am proud that you like this stuff so much. This is normally grown up stuff, but I don't see why you can't share it with me. Now give me a kiss, and it can be as grown up as you want it to be, too." I instantly discerned its meaning. I had seen French kissing on television, and wanted to try that, but had no one who I thought would welcome it. I pressed my lips to dad's and forced my tongue inside. Oh, my, the jump my penis made when that happened. I realized I had never gone soft yet. Dad put his hand down there and started rubbing it again. I used my tongue to explore his mouth, as much as a little tongue could. Dad had other things in mind, though. I could not believe it as he pulled my lips off of his and slid my butt off of his belly and onto his upper chest. He stuck out his tongue and licked my boydick. In no time at all, I got another full blowjob, my second boyorgasm, and the most satisfying kisses of my life. As I lay beside him, cuddling, ready to go to sleep, Daddy said, "The things we just did are our secret. I think you know the world calls them `bad touches' when they are not. If you want to keep doing this with me, you cannot tell mommy or anybody." I readily agreed. But then, I wondered what was next when I heard Daddy say, "I want to tell you about my friend Ed, who taught me how to do this special love with my little boy." CHAPTER 2: HOW TO MAKE AN INSTANT UNCLE "Ron, are you still on? I couldn't sleep" "Oh my, Ed, I couldn't sleep either. I am so wound up. I just had to tell somebody. How in the hell does it happen that you are always there when I need you?" "I've been thinking about you and Dustin too, and I wondered if you managed the boldness to make love to him this time." "My, I was such a fool for not realizing how ready he was, until you pointed it out to me. I couldn't help but see you were so right about how sexual he is. Let me tell you about it..." And so the conversation went on over computer, as Daddy related it to me. Daddy had found Ed on a boylover's group, and found him to be the only professed boylover whom he could trust. So, Ed was the man who had learned how to make love to boys, give them orgasms, and was teaching other men, men who would not rape, nor force a boy in any way. Daddy and Ed both worshipped boys almost and put their pleasure as the first thing. It was Saturday morning, and Daddy was sucking me off again, even before I fully awoke. Man, not only were orgasms so nice, but they came so quickly, as daddy knew how to touch my balls and boyhole. I erupted with my usual thrusts and moans, and then I turned over and stared my dad's tent pole in the eye. This was the time I showed Daddy how much I wanted him to feel good too, and I loved kissing him anyhow. Why shouldn't I kiss his penis? I put my tongue on the head, which now was red. Dad gasped. I put my mouth over the head as he hissed in pleasure. It was all I could get in, but Daddy had taught me how to bob up and down on an appreciative dick. I reached to fondle his balls after about the 4th time I put my mouth back on daddy's darkening dickhead, but those balls started twitching. "Dustin, Daddy's love is coming out. You might not want it in your mouth!" The first few spurts missed my mouth, but I had to taste the stuff. I let the last spurts go in there too, and I swished it around and swallowed. Man, I thought, I was going to do this for my father forever. I like swallowing his love. "Dustin, you tasted Daddy's love. You don't have to swallow that stuff, you know." "I know Daddy, it tastes a bit funny, but I just love when that happens, so I like it in my mouth." Dad picked up his little man and locked lips. My tongue probed his mouth, and I put my hand on his softening cock just to feel a last bit of cum spurt out with a final twitch. "Bling" the computer made it's Messaging sound. "Dustin, you can lay here or play. Our buddy Ed and I have to talk" In no time, Daddy had let Ed fire up his web cam and put his image on the screen. Ed was topless, and had a lot of hair on his body, like Daddy did. "Dustin, this is Ed, the man who taught me to make sweet love to you. Would you like to say hello?" "Oh yes Daddy, tell him how much I like Daddy's love and tell him I think he has as much hair on his back as you do." Well, Dad and Ed talked on, and Ed would end every sentence by putting an emoticon face that the ISP provided. I would just giggle each time, and say "Look what he's making the Wal-Mart face do now!" I felt very grateful to this man, and happy that he was such a lover of boys, to make them feel good and laugh. I asked Dad if I could kiss his face on the screen. I almost thought Dad and Ed both would cry right in front of me. "Ron, do you think it is time to let Dustin see pics of boys and or men?" Ed asked my Dad. "Yes, Ed, and I think he likes seeing all kinds of dad and boy pics, plus boys having fun with other boys. That is what he just said. Can you accommodate?" Within no time, boyloving Ed was sending pics of men sucking their boys off, or jerking them to boyorgasms. He also sent boys doing the same to each other, and one certain pic that looked like a boy with my body jerking off. I told Daddy I loved that one, because that boy was making himself feel good, too. But a pause. I did not know what Ed and dad were conspiring. All of a sudden, a pic downloaded of a boy putting his wiener in another boy's butt. I did not understand what was going on. My dad even had some questions about it for Ed, as they continued to discuss that picture for a long time. "Little man, Ed has left us for now. I need to explain some things to you." As I listened, Daddy told me about anal sex, and what boys and men do sometimes. I wanted a finger up my butt badly, but as daddy slowly slipped a well-lubed finger in, I couldn't stand the discomfort, and he just stopped and licked my little hole, in preparation for another blowjob before breakfast. That night, Dad and I took a real careful bath. I watched Daddy scrub his crotch and his hole. We went straight to bed, and I still felt that he had kept part of his discussion with Mr. Ed from me. "Dustin, I want to rub your penis. I'm going to use some Vaseline, and you can put some on me, too. " Dad put me between his legs with our dicks touching. Oh, wow, lubed handjobs were much better. But Daddy had something else in mind. He kept rubbing my penis against his dick, then his balls, and finally, his hairy butt. Finally, I felt him guide the tip of my horny meat onto the entrance of his man tunnel. "Dustin, this is something else Ed has taught me. He has done this with his last boy. He has been such a good Uncle Ed to his nephew who he did this with. Would you like to put your thing in Daddy's hole? I cleaned it for you." I was so thrilled that I let Dad guide my waiting boytool to his hole and he told me to push. It was in! I felt so amazed and it felt so warm and tight, too. I already knew how to hump a hand or a mouth. This tunnel would be no different. Dad raised his knees, and I was humping to orgasm quickly. But I had to remember Daddy. I put both my lubed hands on his rock hard dick as soon as I had my rhythm down. We smiled at each other, and I jerked his lubed cock like I wasn't going to be able to do it again. Dad deserved the best handjob for my new thrills. I started to moan as the rush came on me, and I pumped faster. That set Dad over the edge, and a drop of cum shot out his dick, then a spurt, soon he was hitting the ceiling with his love! "OOOOh Daddy, you are erupting like a volcano, and I am feeling so good, too!" When we both finished cumming, I got off and we kissed, snuggled, and went to sleep. Sunday morning, I woke Daddy up. I told him to make sure to tell Uncle Ed thanks, and that I put my thing in Daddy's hole. And that settled the matter. I had a new uncle now. Daddy had to tell him. Well, of course, Ed was flattered as the web cam showed his manly face, and I thought he and daddy were going to get mushy again, and more so when I kissed Uncle Ed good morning on the screen. Then, Dad had to ask me something. "You know, little man, Daddy always wants you to decide if you let anyone get naked with you, and have special love. I want to know if you want to see Uncle Ed rub his wiener on the web cam." At that point, I turned beet red. I was a bit embarrassed about how much I wanted this. I covered my eyes and shook my head yes. Within seconds, Daddy had me sitting on the computer desk, and Uncle Ed had his shorts pulled down, with a nice man dick, jerking it. Daddy bent down and sucked on my appreciative penis as I put my hand on the screen, showing I wanted to touch that man's pretty dick, too. As I started shaking the computer table by thrusting my boyerection into Dad's mouth, I saw something just wonderful. Not only did I moan, but much loader. "Ohhhhh Daddy my wiener feels so good! And look! Uncle Ed shoots his love far like you do!" I watched Uncle Ed do that as Daddy sucked me off, twice that morning. Then, I kissed daddy, got underneath his chair, and with my hands, worked on his cock. He had to tell me what precum was, as I never saw it before that morning. But I swallowed the head of his man meat and sucked on it as he and Uncle Ed chatted. I had two wonderful sexy men in my life, I thought, as I swallowed Daddy's love again. I wished I could make love with my new uncle, too, and Daddy was inviting him to come up as soon as he could. Soon, I was going home to Mom, but a very fulfilled little boy. I had no way of knowing that Uncle Ed was going to have to wait quite a while before he could come up. I was going to be getting a little brother, almost as instantly as I got a new uncle. I've yet to write about that.