Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 22:18:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Hamme <lingomark@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle Ed helps Daddy and Becomes my Uncle (Part II)

UNCLE ED HELPS MY DADDY AND BECOMES MY UNCLE
Part 2: Now, the family grows

CHAPTER 3: WHAT MAKES ED SUCH A SPECIAL UNCLE

Well, special love with Daddy became the big thing every two weeks when I
had my visit with him.  And, Ed became my uncle as a direct result on
advising my Dad on how ready I must have been for this love, and what sort
of things that little boys want from the dad, uncle, or whoever the man was
in their life.

Children are not hard to convince of these things, and I suppose, in some
ways, are good judges of overall character.  Being protective of his little
man, however, Dad needed proof.  The men he met on boylovers sites were
often little more than rapists.  But, I must admit, Dad loves to tell the
story of what convinced him that Ed was such a special man, before he would
consider honoring my new request to call him "Uncle."

"Instant Messenger status for `Neffenlieb': Webcam 10 a.m., by invitation
only" were the words in bold print on Daddy's computer, when he logged on
and searched for Ed.  Then Daddy remembered, he promised that he'd be on to
watch a show that Ed was putting on webcam, to be seen by him and three
other boylovers.

Ed, living in North Carolina at the time, had befriended a woman who had a
4-year-old boy.  Jimmy was predominantly Cherokee Indian, very dark, and
good-looking.  He took to Ed, like all boys always have, and was clinging
on to him, hugging and kissing at every opportunity.  What a natural
reaction.  Jimmy's mother was unloving at best, and he didn't even know who
his father was.

Like Ed's boys, Jimmy learned quickly that what went on when he was at Ed's
house was just between them, and that they could loose their inhibitions
quickly.  Jimmy, like three other boys Ed had in the past, would volunteer
his tongue to him on long, deep kisses, and then beg for Ed's!

Jimmy also knew that from the time he got to Ed's, and they were alone, off
his clothes could come, and they could step into the shower, and Ed would
soap up his pretty body, and off to the bed they could go for a nap.  Jimmy
would lie on top of Ed and kiss and hug, and as he got warmer, he would beg
Ed to suck on his little wiener, like he was accustomed to.  What was
really remarkable is, that although Ed did not have much experience with
uncircumcised boys, native boys tend to have foreskins that roll right back
when their little boyboners are hard, and Jimmy was no exception to the
rule.  Ed would tell him how pretty his penis looked when it stood up and
got hard.  He had a little more than an inch of meat to suck on, with the
head exposed.

Ed had been telling Daddy of this, plus his other boyloving friends.  He
arranged the show with them.  Daddy did not get to tune in when, at ten
o'clock sharp, Ed and Jimmy walked into the room in front of the camera,
naked, and lay down on the bed.

The boy and his father figure wasted no time in kissing and hugging, and
once Jimmy was lying on his back, Ed moved his mouth down to his boymeat
and sucked on it so tenderly.  Boylover Sammy was so impressed with the
beauty of a man making love to a boy that way, and about died when Ed
lifted up his rear and licked his boyhole.  (Sammy was an honorary brother
to Ed, a gay boylover who had a fantasy of being Ed's younger brother and
him making love to him as a boy.  Ed and Sammy often got off to that
thought together, online.  This is the type of thing that made Ed feel he
may be able to get off with a fellow boylover, in person, too.)  Boylover
John, who hadn't had a boy since he was a teen, was grateful for the show,
loved boys tenderly too, and got off twice watching all of this.  Boylover
Roger looked on, and remembered his lovemaking time with his nephew, and
was glad to be sober enough to enjoy this love display.  Daddy needed Ed to
later tell him of the events that followed, when he tuned in.

Jimmy was very content with the love that Ed gave him, and although he did
not vocalize enough to make it clear whether he was having boyorgasms yet,
Ed still made sure he got his desired level of satisfaction.  Then, Ed
turned Jimmy over, and continued to lick his boyhole.  Ed rubbed some of
his fingers on that hole, lubed with Vaseline, as he did his little wiener
the same way.  What a shock when Jimmy begged to have him put the finger IN
the hole, and then, he started to hump up and down on it! That was all Ed
could bear, and he placed his man meat on his crack, and humped up and
down.  He asked Jimmy to turn over as he squirted his cum on his balls.
Jimmy, unlike most of Ed's boys, loved seeing and feeling Ed's white stuff
on him.  After cleaning him up, Ed left Jimmy to doze off as he went to the
computer to chat with the boylovers about what they had just seen.  But,
Jimmy loved Ed too much, and laid his hand on Ed's leg, beckoning him to
come to the bed and hold him while he fell asleep.

Still in front of the webcam, Ed took Jimmy in his arms and began to jerk
him off.  Ed laid his body sideways to the boy, with their dicks almost
touching.  At the same time, Ed jerked his own meat, and the excitement of
a naked boy being loved and pleased caused him to burst all over Jimmy's
little genitals again.  The show was pretty much over except for being able
to watch them sleep naked.

"Bling!" The sound of the Instant Messenger got Ed to his feet.

"Of course you can see my webcam, Ron.  You didn't even have to send a
request.  It is a shame Dustin isn't with you to see this."

"Oh my, Ed, he is just precious, and that dark skin-I just cannot believe
how gorgeous your little boy is.  I am so sorry that I overslept, and
missed the fun you two had."

About the same time, Jimmy woke up, wanting hugs and kisses, and my Dad
watched as Ed cradled him, and began to suck that uncut boydick and licked
that boyhole again.  Jimmy was satisfied, and asked Ed for something to
drink.  He sat naked on the bed, in full view of the camera, drinking, and
later eating the snacks Ed brought him.  Dad chatted with Ed about how
adorable Jimmy is, and how much he could see the love he had for boys, to
take such care of them.

Jimmy wanted to wrestle.  Dad told Ed to go ahead and play, he would watch.
Jimmy was ecstatic when Ed would body slam him onto the mattress, tickle
him, and play with the toy cars on the floor.  Ed was nibbling on Jimmy's
ear, which always made him giggle, just like all of the boys Ed kept.  He
bit at his elbow, and Jimmy pulled away, and seemed to take his interest
elsewhere.  So Ed got up, and went back to chatting with my father.

"Ed, you don't have to pay me any attention, as long as the boy needs you."

"Ron, he just lost his interest in our play, and I think he is okay.  You
may be right, can you hold on a minute?"

Ed said this because Jimmy had come up behind him and, not saying a word,
hugged Ed on the neck.  He knew that touch.  His boy was hurt by something.
He turned around, and Jimmy was holding his elbow, tears welling up in his
eyes, and he did not want to give into them so as not to upset Ed.  Ed
figured it out, and realized what made Jimmy withdraw from play so quickly
was, that he frightened the boy when he went to nibble at his elbow.  So,
he put Jimmy in his arms, and told him he was sorry, and cried with the
boy, and made the hurt go away, by showing him that real males need to
release their pain, and cry together sometimes, if need be.

That in itself was a lesson Ed often preached to his boys but didn't always
take.  Ed was talking to Sammy one night about the illness and death of his
mother, and being on webcam, Sammy could discern that Ed needed to release
the pain.  He nudged Ed to let the tears go, which he did not want to, but
later, thanked his little brother for that.  The same would happen when my
father comforted Ed when he had to move away from Jimmy.  The brotherhood
between Ed and my dad was so apparent when Dad made Ed face his grief, and
cry in front of him, too.  It is good to know that your uncles really are
the brothers of your father, in so many ways.

Dad just was awestruck by what he witnessed with Ed loving his little man,
and crying with him, and the simple explanation that Ed gave him of how he
made a mistake and hurt his boy's feelings, and they needed to love it
away.

With the full, unrehearsed and unprepared display of his paternal love
before my father, still in his mind, Dad had no trouble telling Ed he was
my Uncle on the day that I wanted him for such.

CHAPTER 4: AN INSTANT BROTHER, TOO?

Mommy and Daddy were divorced.  I did not see, that since I was the center
of Daddy's life, and he was free to put his "love" into a woman, why he did
not do so, and make me a little brother like I wanted.  So, I often told
him that I wanted a brother to love, and give him special love from the
time he was quite small, too. After all, Daddy confessed to me, that before
I was old enough to remember, he would suck my little wiener after diaper
change and clean-up, wanting this to continue somehow when I was older.  I
wondered what Daddy could do about my wanting to love a brother, in all
ways.  We were each other's lovers now, even though I was only six years
old.  He made it clear he needed no grown up companionship.  It remained my
wish that he find a way to give me a brother, anyhow.  So, I was left to
think long and hard about that after Daddy jerked my boyboner in the tub,
and washed my body. He dressed my body, which was content with orgasms, and
took me home to mother.

"Hey, mister!"  A little voice called out, when Dad came back to his house,
as he got out of the car.

Daddy turned around to see a little boy pushing a large toy truck around
the pavement in the street that didn't have too many cars on it to play on.
This boy was 4 years old, skinny but radiantly beautiful, with deep,
wondering blue eyes and a head full of wonderful blond hair that glimmered
in the sun.  He was so lightly completed that he resembled a china doll,
but the kind you knew wouldn't break if you picked him up and loved him,
either.

"My name is Ronnie!"  Said the little cutie.

"My name is Ronnie also; little man, but people call me Ron.  Where are you
from?"  My Daddy asked, and had to sit down on the step to adjust to his
heart being so taken with such a pretty little boy being in his presence,
and wanting his attention.

As he listened, Ronnie sat down and told him that he and his mother just
moved in two doors down, and how he didn't have a daddy, and gave him all
of the wisdom that a four year old was capable of.  As he talked, Ronnie
placed his soft boyhands on Daddy's legs, showing his need for a man as
loving as my father was, to be in his life.

After that meeting, Ronnie would often stand at the window and wave at my
father, each night as he pulled left the driveway and drove past his house
to go to work at the hospital.  Dad had made a great little friend, and
Uncle Ed was thrilled with this news, and I could not wait to meet this
little fellow when Dad picked me up and told me about him.

After much begging, Saturday, Daddy took me over to Ronnie's house, and we
talked to his mother.  The house reeked of cheap booze, and the lady seemed
so happy to let him go to our house, so she could continue to get relaxed.
Ronnie's dirty appearance showed that she often drank too much to care
about him properly, and I wondered at him being so skinny.

But a boy of brighter spirits you never met.  He was as smitten with me as
I was with him, and Daddy wanted to make sure that at least he and I would
test limits.  Uncle Ed and Dad had agreed that if any naughty play would
take place, it should be between us boys, until we knew Ronnie's want and
need for a man to make love to him.

Accordingly, as we wrestled, Daddy turned up the heat, and we were soon in
our underwear, and Dad was straining not to let his stiff manhood show
through his shorts as he played with us on the floor, too.  It got easier
for Dad to keep his down, though, as he had to go pee.

Naturally, I had to go too.  Little Ronnie was a tag -long, and when Daddy
and I dropped our shorts, and peed, so did little Ronnie try to, but to no
avail.  Ronnie did not have to pee, but, of course, do what the other men
do, right?  I knew not to come right out and start jacking him off or
sucking on him, but I reached out and touched his naked little limp
boydick.  Ronnie just giggled at that, and my father's eyes got so big, and
so did something else!  I guess it was bad enough having two naked boys
with him, but with me touching Ronnie's sweet looking peepee, well, that
was just plain too hot not to get exited about.

Ronnie stared up at my Dad's stiff man pole.  He looked more curious than
anything.  That is when Dad said we all needed to get dressed.  Daddy
carried little Ronnie into the living room, and sitting down, placed Ronnie
on his lap.


"Ronnie, what you just saw happen to me was my wiener getting hard.  Now,
it happens all the time in boys, and, it is all right to have them when you
are around other boys and men who are your friends like Dustin and me.  And
they are very welcome in this house.  But, if you like seeing them, and
having them yourself, and letting us see it, then it is to be our secret,
so we can keep doing that, okay?"

Ronnie hugged my Daddy's neck after that little conversation, and told him
he agreed.  He got down on the floor and hugged me, too, and I think for
the first time in my life, I think I knew what it was like to have a little
brother, one whom you cannot love too much, or be too intimate with.  A boy
whose cuteness and personality made you feel the same kind of love you had
with your father, and to whom you wanted to have to play with, protect, and
teach him all sorts of things, and make sweet love to.

Ronnie's mother arrived at the door and took him home.  It was already in
my plans to have him come over on one of my next weekends, but for a
sleepover.  Ronnie would need a bath, I decided, and he was going to learn
how to enjoy his little wiener, and so would I.  Uncle Ed would be coming
the weekend after Christmas to see Dad, and he would have another nephew to
help Daddy with also, if I had any say in the matter.

Daddy and I agreed with this plan, and we came to the conclusion that under
the circumstances, Ronnie was the only and the best boy I could make into a
little brother.  We loved each other deeply, and since it was more like
being in love from the start, and we needed each other, I figured I was so
lucky to have made an instant uncle and an instant brother in a matter of
weeks.  Boy, did I not know the half of how true and enduring those
additions to my family would be.

CHAPTER 5: TRUE LOVE STANDS ALL TESTS, INCLUDING TIME

"Ron, I am so sorry that I made you wait until the day after Christmas to
verify whether I can come.  But my financial situation took such a major
turn south, that I cannot.  And, man, while I've tried to reach you every
day to update you, why haven't you replied?"

That was the last Instant Message I knew about Uncle Ed sending Dad for a
long time.  And you know, even if he had the money and the time, and a way,
we couldn't have had him come up to Illinois to see us.

When Daddy picked me up the weekend after Christmas, he had little Ronnie
with him.  This was far better than what I expected!  Our weekend with
Uncle Ed would be started with little Ronnie being with us, too!  I hugged
Ronnie so tight when he came to my door, and he looked so clean, with nice
clothes on as well.  I sure did not expect that Daddy would have beaten me
to getting him into the tub, and washed his clothes.  Making that boy go
naked as he washed his clothes must have been lots of fun.  Uncle Ed had
already told Daddy that he would put one of his T-shirts over Ronnie's
naked body after I gave him a bath when he came up, and he could sleep with
him, as his clothes washed.

"Daddy, is Uncle Ed at our house yet, and has he met Ronnie?  I just know
he will love him, and he can be Ronnie's uncle, too, since we are
brothers!"

"Listen, tyke, there has been a change of plans.  We need to talk about it
when we get home.  You and Ronnie snuggle up in the front seat with your
seatbelts, and enjoy each other's company, and we'll be home soon."

As we traveled, Ronnie talked about the good time he was having with my
Dad.  Sure, I knew he loved to come over to Dad's house, even when I wasn't
there, but nothing prepared me for what Dad told me when we got in and got
settled.  Dad took Ronnie to his room and put on a cartoon, and promised
that he and I would return with some snacks soon.

"Look, sport, I know how much you want a brother, and Ronnie has been like
one to you.  The truth is, he will probably really become your brother now.
But some things have to change, and I am going to have to tell you some bad
news before I can make you understand.  You see, Ronnie's mother has a
sickness, called alcoholism, and she left little Ronnie home alone, and he
came over here just starving.  He hadn't eaten for a day, and his mother is
missing.  They expect that when they find her, she will be sick still.
Ronnie is living with me now.  If she ever does want to get Ronnie back, I
will try not to let it happen.  She left him by himself, and that is not
what a parent who loves their child does.  We have a chance of adopting
Ronnie, and if it works out, you two will be brothers."

"Now, listen to me carefully.  You know how the world says that what we do
is bad touching?  The people who are letting us take care of Ronnie think
that way.  You must never let them know that we do that."

"Oh, I know, Daddy, and if they ask, I will say `no' It really is none of
their business," I replied.

" I knew I could trust you for that.  But, listen, some other things have
changed. Uncle Ed could not make it this weekend, and you and I cannot talk
with him until the child welfare isn't looking at us so closely.  Now,
Uncle Ed does not know anything about this, and I cannot risk losing Ronnie
by having any more boylovers on the computer, or any pictures of naked
boys.  We can still have our special love, and you can play love games with
Ronnie, and I will tell him about why to be quiet, but you and I will only
make love when he is asleep, okay?"

So, it had to be.  I slowly got to teach Ronnie the joys of soaping up a
little stiffy in the tub, plus the wonderful feel of kissing on the lips,
and how marvelous sucking each other's wieners was.  We could take a break
from playing anytime and do these things on the floor.  Daddy would watch
sometimes, and after we got Ronnie to bed early, he would drift off, and I
would be ready to make love with Daddy.

It wasn't easy thinking about how sick and pale Ronnie had looked when I
first wrestled with him in his underwear.  He was dirty then, too, and it
really filled into my plan to give him a bath on his first sleepover.
Sure, I got to do that, like I said, but Ronnie started to gain weight over
the weeks to come.  It was so nice seeing him eat so well, and gain so much
strength.  I loved feeling those boycheeks when we 69'd or wrestled, for
they had gotten so filled out, and firm.

"Ed, I just have to break my silence.  I know it's been two months, but I
have to tell you the good and the bad, and I definitely need to lay low on
anything boylover related."

That message went out on Dad's computer the last weekend in February, after
I was asleep in Dad's bed that Friday night.


"Oh, my Ron, where have you been?  Are you still online, I just got up and
couldn't sleep again."

"Well, as usual, we need each other, and we both seem to sense it.  Now, if
you have the time, I got to tell you what's been going on..."

So, Dad told Uncle Ed what happened, and assured him, above all else, that
he would give his love to us boys, and that we were still having fun.  I
still myself, found it terribly unfair that Uncle Ed could not come around
until we had gotten the child adoption people to say we were okay.

At the end of March, Daddy had to break his silence again to help Uncle Ed
get into the hospital business like he was.  Uncle Ed had lost his job.
This would be a turning point for him, and for all of us.  Daddy gave him a
reference, and he started his new career.

Uncle Ed continued to get fellow boylovers to chronicle his boylover
adventures.  Daddy played with us heavily, and my weekends with him and
Ronnie were so special, that I didn't at all get jealous of the little tyke
being with Dad all the time.  He really had a lot of lost time to make up
for, since he lived with out a father for 4 years anyhow.

In October, Daddy signed papers when Ronnie's mom said she did not want him
anymore.  He was my brother officially, as well as my second lover, Daddy
being my first.

The adoption did not become final for another six months.  Another
Christmas passed without Uncle Ed, but Daddy kept his memory going in me,
and Ronnie would beg to hear of what a snuggly, tender lover of boys Ed
was.  We adopted Ronnie the following March, and by that time, the adoption
people had no more claim to inspecting my father's fitness.

CHAPTER 6: THE FAMILY THAT LOVE BUILT

Two years from the Christmas when Uncle Ed was to first come up, was his
first Christmas with us.  By that time, Ronnie slept with him, when we were
not all having the most gentle but amazing man and boy love that could be
had.  Daddy and Uncle Ed only made love to little boys, but we all assisted
each other to get off many times.  Ronnie became Uncle Ed's bunkmate, and
noone ever had to sleep alone from that time onward.  I guess I had warmed
Ronnie up by that time, for he was having boyorgasms by that time, loving
to swallow his Uncle's and his father's love, and loved to 69 with any male
in our house.  I was 8 at that time when Daddy and I no longer had to put
little Ronnie to bed before we could make love, and many times, he and I
would switch off, and I would get Uncle Ed's sweet love, while Ronnie and
Dad would love and cuddle all night, too.

I guess where Daddy excelled; Uncle Ed lacked, and vice versa.  Dad could
cook.  Uncle Ed liked to wash dishes and clean.  Daddy played sports with
us.  So did Uncle Ed, but he wasn't as good.  But his attitude was nice.
He often told us of the times he practiced with his little brother for his
little league games, and then he and his brother Wayne would 69 and have
fun at night, too.  But Wayne didn't have boyorgasms, as he didn't seem to
be able to get into the love as good until he was in puberty.  Ed felt that
he and Wayne missed out on these boyorgasms, and loved it when he could
help little boys discover them.

Some of the other things Uncle Ed would do was help us with our homework,
read to us, do funny cartoon voices, and be cuddly and amusing.  Dr. Seuss
was as much his favorite as ours.  He did the full voices and sound effects
and all.  He was cute, funny and loveable.  Not that Dad wasn't in his own
right.  Daddy's arms were strong, and his hands could fix the house and the
cars.  It was a great help to have them complement each other in this way.
Our house of love was true and secure, so the bruised knees and the sprains
and such were not more than part of growing up

Before I was 10, I had another little brother.  I guess since he was Uncle
Ed's son, he was actually my cousin.  But when every other gained
relationship I had was honorary anyhow, the relation became relative.
Uncle Ed had paid for a surrogate to have his child, and he was the most
precious thing we ever laid eyes on.  We each delighted in taking turns
with him in the tub, sucking on his little wiener between diaper changes.
If he peed on us then, we could wipe the boy's fluid off of us, wash off,
and keep sucking as long as he wanted, which got to be a much longer of a
time as he outgrew them diapers.  He didn't need as many clothes as we did
then, either, for dress code in our house of 5 was nude.

My little brother Jonathan was indeed starting to resemble his Dad, and the
sense of humor and the gift of gab and brains were apparent.  It was good
Uncle was teaching all of us boys, too, for we would be quite lost in
comparison to the intelligence and with that boy was developing.  But
mostly, that boy was developing a balance that Ed had to his smartness: a
lovability that was apparent from day one.  You never saw a child abound in
hugs and kisses so much, nor one who was so content and unselfish, and
loved to give as much as he could.  The short, black haired, chubby cheeked
brainchild was growing on us so, like our Uncle Ed, and discipline was
rarely an issue with us boys.

By age 13, I was almost ejaculating, and Ronnie and I were teaching our
little brother all about sucking and being sucked.  He was almost 4, and
what he couldn't say about his little boyorgasms, he would indicate by his
rocking hips and his lovely moans.

Daddy and Uncle Ed had started out being only boylovers, because they never
could make love to grown men.  When I turned 18, they still were both my
lovers, because I was still their baby.  And, you know, Ronnie with his
being in full puberty, and my little smooth brother Jonathan, were still as
sexy to me as my men lovers.  Let's just say for legal reasons, that I
won't admit to any sex with them after I turned 18.  Dad and Uncle Ed
offered to let us continue or find other lovers when we got old enough, but
I am glad they still want us who have gotten older.  We will always be
their babies.

This love affair we all had when growing up was so fulfilling.  We never
sought outside love, though having sex with other boys and men, only under
our father's and uncle's supervision.  We often traveled and visited
boylovers that Daddy and Uncle Ed trusted, and these tender men got the
best of our vacations as well, as they felt so honored to make love to our
boy bodies.  How great to know that there are men who would never hurt us,
because they love giving us pleasure, and in return, although we do not
make ourselves subservient, we love sucking cock and pleasing them.  We
grew up only being penetrated by each other, me being the last to have my
hole entered by Jonathan's little sweet boytoy.  Ed was right, a small one
up there is nice as he faces you, like I started doing Daddy all them years
ago.  Daddy and Uncle Ed helped us see a long time ago, that it is only
true love if both are equals in that only pleasure was being had.  We never
were forced or coerced, and found the boylovers Dad and Uncle Ed knew to
like us to make tender love to them, instead of having us violated with big
man tools.

Father and Uncle Ed continued to get along like brothers.  They never had
any gay feelings toward themselves or any other men, though, I must admit,
having a boy in the room did motivate them to help everyone get off.  And
what was unique is, they did not teach us about being gay, nor did they
teach us about being straight.  Sex was part of love and what was natural,
and we still all had feelings toward females, but didn't have need for them
that early in life.

Many times in my life, I have wondered why this is described as sexual
abuse if it is what a boy and a man both want.  In the right kind of home,
a boy does not feel obligated to let a man pleasure him, nor does he feel
that they have to suck and touch Daddy or Uncle just because they love him.
It just feels right.  I truly feel sorry for any children who grow up
having consensual sex with adults, viewing it as wonderful and are later
convinced that they must feel traumatized and abused by it.  However, there
are 3 boys grateful to my father for giving us a home, and to a great uncle
who gave our Daddy a nudge to make love to us, and therefore deserved to be
Uncle, and got to become a father himself.