Date: Tue, 6 May 2003 22:48:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Hamme <lingomark@yahoo.com>
Subject: DIMENSION: BOYLOVE PT II CH 1-4

DIMENSION:  BOYLOVE
Or
THE OTHER SIDE OF YESTERDAY
Pt II: Adopting a 17-year-old toddler
INTRODUCTION:  This is a long, sweet, hot, loving, emotional sci-fi
fantasy adventure about love between a man and a teenage boy, and later,
a man and a small boy.  Sex is described among a minor boy and a man in
this story.  If you don't care for such, or it is illegal where you
live, you need to leave.  But, otherwise, you, dear reader, are invited
to go on, and enjoy.  I wholeheartedly welcome your comments, and seek
your correspondence and friendship.
CHAPTER 12: THE OTHER SIDE OF CHILDHOOD: GROWN UP
I have had a lot of time to come to learn of my father`s past, as we
have used my childhood days and time since then to catch up on how much
better his life is now than it was at any other time.
Dad was a fascinating man.  He had a gay romance as a boy, but he and his
lover Stevie both ended up straight, if you can call Dad that.  Stevie
became older and wondered how my dad Ed would feel about him as he grew.
He often assured him he could not unlearn his attraction for him, and
would always love him, even sexually, but wanted him to choose if he
wanted something else as he got older.
Stevie finally noticed girls.  It could be that the love he gave Dad was
a substitute for the sex and love he sought from females, but, for
whatever reason, Stevie was straight, and Daddy wanted a small boy to
love again, but had none.  He immersed himself in his work, he told me,
which is hard to believe, as he has spent every second he could with me.
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Did I mention I met my Daddy when I was 17, but grew up with him since I
was 3?  Do I have you curious?  I'm going to tell you more of his life
first, so you can see how that happened.
Daddy did not give up on being a time traveler, but had little reason to
do it much, as his time with Stevie was fulfilling.  Other than him, he
had met no boys he felt would love him, and immersed himself into his
work, for even time traveling could not force a boy to change his
feelings.
But working 70 hours on a 40-hour salary took its toll, and when his
mother died he moved to Arkansas to be with his sister.  That is when his
2 nephews loved their Uncle Ed, and Bobby received his special
attention.  I even wrote about "Uncle Ed and Bobby" on Nifty, under gay
incest.
But, his sister moved and left his boyloving heart aching again.  He
rebounded and got married, only to spend 8 years unhappily.  He found
straight sex satisfying, but still fantasized about making boys orgasm to
get off a lot.  Plus, his wife was less than pleasant and left him
suddenly, with no children of his own.
So, he let his nephew, Frankie move in.  He is my favorite cousin, and
I've written about that to Nifty too.  Such a tender lover of boys never
existed, and my cousin Frankie has often reminded me of just how lucky I
am to have him.
Even his time with Frankie was interrupted and that is when Uncle Ed went
on his quest to support other boylovers and get boypics off of the web.
He ended up with his buddy Ron promising to let him come stay in
appreciation for his encouragement to make sweet love to his son,
Dustin.  But, the adoption process of little Ronnie lagged on, and Uncle
Ed was determined to start his life and adopt a son, or have one by means
of a Hispanic or Asian surrogate, which seemed the best choice, as he
could do that by staying with is baby sister and saving money.
Grown up, having loved many boys and married and divorced, and starting
out again to find a boy to love, he met me, a Filipino teenage boy who
wanted him badly, and quite frankly, Ed was looking for a smaller boy to
start with.
CHAPTER 2: HE'S MY UNCLE ED AT FIRST, TOO
Before Daddy could move to Georgia to be with his sister, he had debts to
pay.  He had to finish them off first, and his boyloving ways had become
evident through his posts to various groups.  This is when I had to meet
him.
I was born in the Philippines and despite the prevalence of pedophilia
and child porn, the majority of us children are brought up in the church,
ignorant and naive on sexual matters.  But, I always knew I loved older
men, mostly the American hairy, manly types.  I had no man to show me
about sexual love, though, and I grew up gay and here I was 17, only
having been touched by myself, and never even kissed.
I searched the web for the type of man who would love me, and I kept
reading so many posts on boyloving groups from Uncle Ed, that I had to
meet him.  But I was too shy to use the Instant Messenger and I sent him
a nice email instead.  It went something like this:
"I am 17 year old boy in Philippines.  I am gay and want to meet you and
I love your stories.  Is it okay that I call you Uncle, for I am wanting
to be as one of your nephews and be loved by a man like you. Love,
Balky"
Soon enough, Uncle Ed's reply came:
"Of course, you can call me Uncle Ed, Balky!  I am a good uncle to all
my nephews.  I don't normally consider sex with a boy as old as you, but
I have to admit, Asian boys are very attractive to me, and I would try to
make love to you if we could ever meet. Being Asian, you just look so
much younger, and so beautifully smooth.   But, it is much better that
you contact me on Instant Messenger, and I am dialect_ed on that
service."
So began our long relationship.  I was in medical school in Manila and
could not fathom how we could meet, Ed being in the States.  He would
advise me on meeting men, but I was fixated on him, and when I saw his
cock on the webcam, I had to have him as my first.  I wanted to be in the
arms of the man who had that much hair and that much love for a boy.
Uncle Ed convinced me that I could have a much higher standard of living
in the United States, and I got my a grant to come study at the
Johns-Hopkins School of Medicine.  Another break was coming, even though
I was in Baltimore, and Ed in Arkansas. We both knew we could still
manage to meet, even before he decided to go off to his sister's in
Georgia and have his surrogate child there.
Uncle Ed started a new job and did not see it possible to even have a
week's vacation in less than a year.  Then, he learned that the whole
plant shuts down at the Fourth of July and Christmas, for a week each
time.  Uncle Ed and I discussed this development as he convinced me to
move to Baltimore, and we could meet when school was out, and he was on
vacation.  My wait was going to be well worth it.
CHAPTER 3: I LEARN MORE IN THE SUMMER THAN AT MEDICAL SCHOOL
I opened up the door to the dorm room.  There stood the man of my
dreams.  He was short and hairy, and very manly.  Yet his size dwarfed
me, since my Asian frame was so small.  A gleam of sheer delight shone in
Uncle Ed's eyes as he gazed at my dark skin and boyish appearance.  He
instantly reached out and stroked my hair in the doorway, as he pulled me
into his strong arms.
But, I could not be happy.  I did not feel like I was going to be able to
please such a man who loved boys who were so hot and sexy.  I was so
nervous about him not approving of me, that I was shaking so by the time
he pulled me to him, that I wept like a baby.
Uncle Ed left our embrace, and I thought for sure it was over.  But, he
simply closed the door and grabbed my hand as he had me sit on the bed.
I crawled into his arms like a small child.
"Balky!  What are you crying like that for?  How on earth did I upset
you so?"
I began to shake as he wiped my tears with his manly hands, and I could
hardly speak.
"Uncle, I am not worthy of you.  Your American boys are so beautiful and
sexy, and I do not measure up to how loving and sweet they can be.  I've
seen the pictures of such angels you like, and I cannot please you, as I
don't even look like them."
"Balky, I have something to show you."  He reached into his luggage,
and brought out a box and reached inside, getting a disk marked
"Asian."
He went over to my computer and beckoned for me to come over.  He pulled
me into his lap as he pulled up the files on the disk, showing dozens of
dark skinned boys wearing only smiles and boners.
"This is my kind of boy, too, and so are you.  I love my Asian nephew
with all my soul.  I am the nephew myself to an Asian woman, as my uncle
married a Chinese woman in the military." He said, and he kissed me on
the lips and stroked my hair and kissed the tears on my cheeks.
"Oh, Uncle, I love you, too!"  I said as I put my arms around his and
struggled to give him a passionate kiss.  He gave me signals that what it
lacked for in experience; it made up for in excitement, as he begged to
suck on my tiny tongue.
We kissed for a long time, as Uncle Ed guided me to my bed, removing
clothes as we embraced.  He quickly found my smooth butt cheeks and
moaned deeply as he felt their firm content but soft skin.  As he freed
his one hand, he found my 5-inch Filipino cock and began to stroke it.  I
shuddered under the intense pleasure of having the first person ever to
touch it, and more thrilled for it to be my Uncle Ed.
I slowly reciprocated the favor to Uncle Ed and began jacking his thicker
and longer cock.  I was so glad it wasn't much bigger than mine.  It
felt so hard but good in my hand as I rubbed it and felt his hairy
balls.  I never knew balls could be so hairy and wonderful.  Body hair
being so rare in my part of the world made Uncle Ed's furry teddy bear
quality a big turn on to me.
But Uncle Ed was more serious in lovemaking by a long shot and he lay
down on the bed and beckoned me to lie next to him as we continued to
kiss and stroke cocks.  But he flipped over and lay on his side and took
my dark cock into his mouth, and I was in heaven.  So I reciprocated, and
he told me I was doing fine.
It took me little time before I sprayed my cum in his mouth.  This was so
delightful.  I straightened up to suck on Uncle Ed, but he swung around
to lick on my hole as I sucked him, and he erupted his cum into my mouth
as well.
We snuggled into each other's arms and kissed until we slept, but not
for long. Our hands kept finding each other's dicks and we swung into a
69, and Uncle Ed wanted me on top.  I found out it was so he could
alternate his mouth and his fingers among my cock, balls and hole.  We
turned over many times and I did the same for him, and he asked me to
hold on while as he got up from the bed.
"I have something I want you to do.  You will enjoy this," He said as
he smeared my cock with Vaseline and lay down exposing his hole to me,
rubbing it down and greasing it.  After telling me about going slow, I
entered him as he jerked off and he felt fine for me to have the head in,
pushing in and out.  I took over the jerking of his stiff cock and he put
me in position to smile and kiss him as I went in and out of him.  I came
and we both snuggled again as I jerked his cock and his sperm landed on
both of us.
"Uncle, did you not want to do the same to me?"  I asked.
"No, or at least not right away, Balky.  I've been stretching my hole
since I was 12, and I did have a nephew's little cock up there.
Although it was very sweet and satisfying, I have yearned for more.  But,
in all fairness to you, we need you to be ready.  Besides, if I caused
you the least amount of pain, I would surely hate myself, and could not
continue."
"I love you so!  You know, I have been learning so much in the last few
minutes.  I want to get good at it all." I said, as I kissed his neck.
"Balky, you are very good.  One's desire to please often more than
compensates for lack of experience.  You are a wonderful lover and
nephew.  I think we need to shower."
As we went to the shower, he saw my long face as the reality of my
feelings for this man sunk in.
"What is wrong, Balky?" He asked.
"You are my Uncle Ed, and I want you to be my father.  I wanted to have
a man like you since I was little, to teach me about true love and sex,
as well as guide me in all of life."
"Balky, I can honor your request, in more ways than one.  While I am
here in Maryland, we need to do some traveling so you can see my
childhood homes, and there are some things you need to know about me
before I can go from being your Uncle Ed to being your father."
It was not considered acceptable in the Filipino culture to contradict
older people.  My respect for Ed and his tenderness for boys made me call
him Uncle anyhow.  But I trusted him, even though I was curious about
what he can do to honor the request to be my father, and "in more ways
than one."
CHAPTER 4: THE HOUSE WHERE LOVE GREW
It was not a far drive from Baltimore to the small town Uncle Ed, I mean
my father, was raised in.  In fact, many highways seemed to go to it from
here.  He did not like the Beltway loops, and chose one of the older
roads, and still, we were there in less than an hour.  We held hands and
fondled, and at one point during the trip, he taught me a trick that
turned me on so immensely.  He had me lay across the long seat of the
car, and suck his beautiful white cock.  He would cover it if any passing
vehicle would come within view of the front seat, and I would just
pretend to be sleeping on his lap.  He jerked me off at the same time,
and kept my penis covered with one of his shirts.  Just the thrill of
doing these things outside of doors was amazing.
We finally arrived at large, 2-story farmhouse that was abandoned and
boarded up.  My new father had told me of his boyhood in this house, and
of Stevie, and some miraculous powers that brought them together.  The
only thing I could equate the vague references to unknown powers was the
spiritism practiced among those in the islands that kept the old ways.
Some call this type of thing voodoo, or black magic, but I knew whatever
he meant, was a much more elevated force.
It did not take Father long to locate a window that went into the dirt
basement under the front porch steps.  We were not visible to the road or
the neighbors from this entrance underneath the steps, and the window was
left open, as if by a strange coincidence.  So, Father went in first, and
then helped me into the dirt cellar.  He did not wish to linger here, and
we took a tour of the old house as he pointed out the places he had his
adventures with his brother and his lover Stevie.  I was quite happy for
him to be able to connect with his past, and I held his hand and beamed
with excitement as he told me of it all.
We arrived at the attic, and he showed me around the three rooms in it,
and the back room where he and Stevie would open the window and make love
in front of the breeze that would cool their bodies in the hot uppermost
floor of the house.  They often did this as they were horny, he said, and
when it wasn't a convenient time to be in his bedroom, which was on
everyone's way to the bathroom.
Then, Father pried open a board from the attic floor and told me how he
would store treasures there as a child, and a few were left from his
childhood.  There was a jar of change, some porn mags, a jar of Vaseline,
some rags, and a small envelope, which eluded my attention at first.
"Balky, it is nice and warm up here, and if you want to make love again,
we can try.  I may be a bit slow in getting it going again, but I do want
to.  Here are some of my special magazines from my boyhood, and one I
want you to look at and see if you can identify with my love for smaller
boys, too."
I hastily opened the magazine and looked at pretty pictures of small
children and teenagers, along with their parents, engaging in sex play.
I saw some beautiful European boys with incredibly delicious looking
boyboners on them, and I began to be aroused.
"Oh Father, I can see why you like these sexy boys!"  I said, as the
bulge in my shorts poked his crotch, even though it took me pulling up to
him a few inches to do that.
"It looks like they turn you on, too!  I think we are ready to open the
window a crack and lay down here and have some loving time."  He said,
as we wiped the sweat from our brows and basked in the cool breeze that
came through the window.
With that, we peeled off our clothes, and he begged me to lie on top of
him, so we could 69.  He grabbed the jar of Vaseline and began to work
his way around my anus with his fingers, and it felt so good.  Then, he
slowly began to prod inside, as he told me to let me know if it hurt at
any point, and then slowly but erotically worked a finger in, then two,
but pulled out as he felt me flinch.  I was not going to tell him that it
hurt, as I wished to be a submissive son.
We sucked each other off, and I came so quickly as the sensation of one
finger up my tiny hole was new and wonderful to me.  Father came as he
prodded his tongue back into it, which seemed to give him immense
satisfaction, and I was glad he understood that even my young cock was
too sensitive to mess with right after a cum.
As we lay naked on the old mattress that was left in the room, we had an
amazing conversation.
"I wanted you to tell me when it hurt as I prodded your hole.  I thought
I made myself clear on that, Balky.  This was very important."
"Father, I cannot contradict your judgment on what is right, as I am a
submissive son."
"See here!  Being submissive in my culture does not mean being abused.
It means being obedient, and also telling someone when something does
bother you.  This is one lesson I will see to you learning, for I will
not ever hurt you, or let you feel anyone else must just to satisfy his
lust.  That is wrong."
"I must let you punish me, Father, as I will not unlearn my bad behavior
if you do not."
I lay across his lap and handed him the loose board he picked off of the
floor.  It was quite long, and narrow, and would serve as an excellent
but harsh paddle.    He tossed it aside, and swatted my tender buttocks
with his bare hand, until they stung.  He fondled my boymeat as he did
it, though, and we kissed as I held back the tears.
"I am not into pain games, but I do find your butt so desirable, as the
rest of you.  Now, I did spank you will all authority and honesty, son.
It is normally my feeling that boys your age are too old for that, but
you do understand discipline from your culture, and I do agree with
that."
I was quite happy to hear that, and told him so.  Still, I had to know
something.
"Dad , what is the small envelope for?"