Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 21:30:06 -0800 (PST)
From: lingomark@yahoo.com
Subject: FRANKIE AND UNCLE ED

On the long drive back to Arkansas, Frankie started to remember
times he could discuss with his Uncle Ed, and went back to the
fateful day that started his real life.

His family had lived with all kinds of grandparents, aunts,
unlces, cousins, and many other relatives by the time he was 11.
Frankie had not seen his uncle Ed since he was little. What a
surpise to have him come up to him in the store and greet his
sister and his mother. Although they remembered Ed, he didn't,
and he certainly didn't know he had moved to his uncle's town.
But as he hugged his uncle, his 11 year old body felt they
shared something besides a last name, some deep and abiding
connection.  He felt he could get used to the feel of hugging
him, too.

Ed was just amazed that he never noticed his nephew's charm so
much before.  He watched his brother with Frankie during his
first four years, but didn't relate to him well.  But, now, like
an ugly duckling, this boy radiated beauty.  His tiny frame that
ran in the family was still there, but the green eyes which
pierced through the glasses just melted his heart, the dark brown
hair that waved so gently when not combed, and the tight, round
muscular butt and legs made an impressive package in a boy.  Most
noticable was a smile that seemed to light up the whole store, a
naughty but nice grin that conveyed a deep need to his uncle.

Frankie didn't have much male influence since his mother
divorced his father, Ed's brother two years earlier. He was very
eager to hear his uncle's invitation to his home.  Ed loved boys,
and had been a father figure to many, including one nephew, but
this boy was so bound up with him, and he felt a deep need to help
look after his brother's son.

He had to wait two whole weeks, and finally, he got to go after
his Wednesday night boyscout meeting at the church.  When they
finally got there, Frankie ran from the car and through the open
garage, knowing his uncle would be waiting at the door for him.

Uncle did not let him down.  He opened his arms and told him that
he had something to show him.  He took him out to the building
where his rabbit and ferret cages were.  As they rounded the fence,
just out of sight of the house, Frankie slipped his tot-sized hand
into Ed's.  They both said without words, "I want you and need you
in my life now, and we just have to touch to say this."

Back in the house, Ed told Frankie to wash his hands.  How sweet
it was to get a full view of that round and tiny butt press against
his jeans as he washed his hands at the sink!

At the table, Ed and Frankie found every excuse to touch each other
on the legs to tell each other something new.  They recited silly
poems, jokes, and sang spoof songs.  It was amazing how much the boy
who grew apart from his uncle mirrored him so.

The only thing good about goodbye was the hugs.  Every excuse to touch
was always welcome.  They knew more would come.

Frankie very much enjoyed it at his uncle's house. He liked
helping him feed the rabbits, cat, and ferret. He loved
playing board games and races on the computer with his uncle,
too. Later, when his uncle's wife left him, he would come
spend the weekends. He needed that bad. His mom was marrying
some guy she met on the web and they'd be moving to Missouri
with him in only 6 weeks, and he was real nervous about that
and didn't want to lose his new relationship with the neatest
male he ever met. Besides, this was his uncle, and he was
eager to please him, and never disobey in exchange for the
relationship he gained.

On one particular weekend, Frankie helped Uncle Ed pick up
boards and limbs and have a wienie roast over the fire they
made to burn them. These times were great for him, and he
especially liked snuggling with his Uncle at night by the TV
and in the bed and talking about all sorts of great stuff.

Uncle Ed was a language scholar of sorts and Frankie was a
spelling champ and all around brain child, but he was always
intilectually, emotionally, and somewhat physically stimulated
when he was with the most smart, loving man he ever knew.

But things would get much neater the night of the wiener
roast. Uncle Ed was a clean freak, and insisted on Frankie
taking a bath and he'd wash his clothes so they'd both have
clean, smoke free bodies and clothes to wear.

"Let's take a hot tub style bath together, you know, with our
shorts on, to respect your privacy," Uncle Ed suggested,
knowing Frankie would enjoy every minute of this togetherness.

Frankie quickly stripped to his shorts and snuggled into the
tub with his Uncle. They talked about all kinds of things,
including sex and the boner Uncle Ed knew he had, and how
normal it was to have one.

Frankie being a small boy seemed to fit with his seeming inno-
cence.  Each time Ed would ask Frankie if he wanted to wash a
part of his body, he asked uncle to do it.  He loved his feet
washed and tickled.  When it was time to wash his little boydick
then, it had gone soft, but Ed rolled the little dick and balls
in his hand with the soap, and told Frankie he would wash his
butt.  Oh, the beauty of the tight round cheeks he saw, and the
clean hole that did not even seem to pucker!  What boylover as
Ed would not want to kiss it?  A moment ago, Frankie's boner
made a bump in his shorts, but now, Ed would have to wait a moment
so he wouldn't scare Frankie when he stood up!


When they were done the bath, Uncle Ed asked if he wouldn't
mind taking off his shorts to dry off and he'd wash them. He
stared at his uncles long penis when he took his off, too.
A wide grin came on Frankie's face, and Ed did not know what
to think of it.  It got wider as Frankie's shorts fell to the
floor.  Ed could not help but wonder what Frankie felt when
he got naked with uncle, but he did not want to scare the boy
by making him think his uncle was a pervert.  He hadn't been
near him in so long.

"Looks like you like really enjoy everything about being
naked," Uncle Ed said, as he noticed his tiny penis start to
stand up and become about two inches long. His little balls were
not tight against his body like when he was a baby, but neither
did those walnut sized smooth things hang very low, either.
This boy's whole tiny body was perfect. Uncle Ed gave him one
of his T-shirts to wear over his naked body for bed, and he
would often say "That thing could poke an eye out!" everytime
his constantly erect boy dick touched up against him as they
snuggled. Frankie would just giggle and grab his uncle with both
arms, and sometimes kiss him on the neck and cheek.  These soft
boykisses were electrifying.

Frankie just liked the feel of it all, but never admitted to
any of his masturbating or playing around with other boys, and
especially wanting to do these things with his uncle, when he
talked sex with him.  In fact, he would deny any such
experiences when asked. He was being raised in church and
couldn't afford any of that getting back to his mother.

But confessions would change soon enough. Frankie was getting
to move in with Uncle Ed as his whole family took him up on
the offer to move into his big, empty house. His mom and
stepdad got his uncle's big king size bed that he had shared
with him, but he didn't mind. He got to share a room with
Uncle Ed. They had separate matresses off of Frankie's old
bunk bed, side by side, but Frankie would end up in the same
bed by morning anyhow.  Normally, he would start the night
in uncle's arms, anyhow.  Frankie couldn't sleep, and Ed was
so soothing to him as he held him, sometimes on top of him, and
talked to him or sang to him until he could sleep, and lay the
little boy to his side against his manly, hairy body.

The sexual tension of a man and a boy wanting each other but
not saying it was amazing.  They would find themselves in many
situations close to crossing that line, like when Ed had to
spank Frankie.

Ed signed Frankie out of the school in the next town at his
mother's request so he could go to school in his' uncle's
area.  On the way back on the windy Ozark mountain road, Frankie
nervously picked at his lip, a habit that his mother would scream
at him for.  Ed could not stand how bitterly Frankie's mother
would reject him, so he told Frankie he could pick Ed spanking
him or telling his mother.

Stopped on the top of the hill, on the side of the road, far closer
to a pasture and out of sight, Frankie bent over his uncle's lap.
Ed pulled down his pants and underwear and couldn't help but get
hard staring at his nepwhew's tight ass.  He even put a hand under
Frankie's crotch, and the boy did not seem to notice it press down
between his uncle's fingers. (It only seemed natural for a boy to be
rock hard all the time, too.)  Ed felt a bit sad having to smack that
pretty behind, but he felt it would save the boy some rejection from
his mother.  He smacked it four times with his open palm and let Frankie
straighten up into his arms.  He put the seat back and held the boy
on top of his body as they did at the creek on Easter Sunday, when they
waded in their shorts, skipping rocks and hunting fossils.  How they
loved each other.  When Ed's hardness had subsided, they went home.

The day arrived soon when the Internet stepdad arrived.  Just as
planned, he married Frankie's mom and the next day, the whole
family went to move his mother's belongings out of storge to Ed's
house.  But this was not easy sharing his time with a strange man.
Even though Frankie sat next to the new man in the moving van, Ed
was on the other side, and he kept both arms wrapped around his
uncle.  He could not wait for them to get home, and night to come
so uncle could make him feel safe.

The night came and Frankie stripped to a tight pair of shorts.
As they continued to talk about boners and sex, Uncle Ed told
him how he slept naked as a 12 year old boy with a 5 inch man
cock, ready to jerk it off.

Frankie listened, said nothing, and finally said "If you take
off your shorts, I'll take off mine, and I'll do it."

"You mean masturbate?" Uncle Ed asked.

As they took the shorts they normally slept in, Frankie said,
"Yes, and my hands might travel," he said, as he smirked with
the most beautiful little boy's grin anyone ever had seen.

Travel they did, as their naked bodies snuggled, Frankie
fondling his uncles six inches with his two tiny hands. Frakie was
a real small boy for 11, so his two inches did seem just the
right size for him, but Uncle Ed was reluctant about stroking
him, even though he wanted to.

"Me and my friends would look at dirty books when we were your
age, and stroke each other's wieners sometimes."

"Would you mind if I did any of that to you?" Frankie asked.

It seemed strange because he already was doing it. But Frankie
meant more. He got under the cover and stroked cock and balls,
slowly and deliberately, while his uncle contemplated doing
the same to him, knowing there was no turning back once he
started.  The pleasure from this was intense, but familiar, like
Ed had with other boys.  The familiarity was the only thing that
kept him from shooting all over Frankie, for the boy was good at
this, and experienced, he suspected.

"You don't mind me doing this?" Frankie asked.

"No, I'm used to it. My friends and I would even suck each other's
 wienies, as well as rub them for each other."

"Would you mind me doing any of those things you told me about
to you?" Frankie asked, as he put his mouth on his uncles
cock, and then tongued it and his balls, harldly waiting for
an anwer.

"It's okay. My friends and I would lay on top of each other
and such each other sometimes," Uncle Ed said.

"Let's try that!" Frankie exclaimed as loud as was safe, as he
quickly swung his genitals into his uncle's face as he
continued to work on that big dick with his mouth.

Uncle Ed could withstand no more temptation. He quickly put
that two inch circumcized boy dick in his mouth and tongued it,
sucked it, and did his balls all at once. This would become a
ritual, one in which he would feel the boy's ass crack and hole,
as well as his balls, suck the dick, and switch off and lick
the hole and jerk his dick.  Frankie's breathing told him what
got him worked up.

Within what seemed like two minutes, Frankie rocked his hips up
and down and thrust his boy dick into his uncle's mouth three or four
times, feeling like his crotch was in a vacuum cleaner, his whole
body grew goosebumps and his nipples hardened.  This feeling was
the best, and when his little dick stopped twitching, he stopped
humping Ed's mouth and then withdrew, got off of his uncle and
snuggled into his arms and clinged to his chest and fingered the
deep hair as if being pulled into his body by it.

"Did you have an orgasm, I mean finish?" Uncle Ed tried to
clarify. Frankie knew what orgasms were. He was reading all
the books about sex his uncle could find, plus his dirty
magazines. But there was another way he knew of them, a way he
had hid very well.

"My cousins and me in Colorado would take my father's dirty books,
roll them under their pant legs, and sneak out of the house
with me. We had a little clubhouse we'd go into and rub and
suck each other's wieners then. My cousin nextdoor when we
lived with my mother's dad would sleep with me, and when he
couldn't sleep, we'd masturbate so as to relax and sleep."

What unexpected confessions. That night, Frankie watched as
Uncle Ed ejaculated, Frankie rubbing his balls for him as he
finished jerking it. He loved the sight of uncle's cum.

They snuggled now, but in a way unlike before. He felt no
guilt as he layed on top of his uncle as he held him now, on
top of or beside him or whatever, and no guilt about letting those
boners touch, but now it wasn't through clothes anymore, and
Uncle Ed could keep his hand on his rear, but a naked one now.
They also snuggled but with honesty, no guilt, fears or
inhibitions to cloud their minds anymore.  Uncle Ed confessed, too,
that he preferred the boys in his family, but never rejected one
who wanted to continue just because he was older, either.

Each night, they would suck, rub and snuggle. Frankie got
something his uncle never had: prepubescent orgasms, dry and
wonderful. Frankie also had an older, loving man to play with
and sleep with. Now their bodies fully bonded like their
hearts and minds. It was completed one night as his Uncle put
some lubricant on that boy cock and suggested he try putting
it up his hole.

It was amazing how this came about.  Frankie had helped Ed put
up the swimming pool, and of course, as they spent every spare
minute together, they spent alot of time in the pool.  One night,
Frankie's mom and husband left to go out to dinner, with strict
orders that Uncle Ed was to make sure Frankie took a bath and
get his hair washed, if Ed had to do it himself.  How terrible-
Ed would have to help Frankie in the tub, again.  Frankie's
sister was at camp, and the house was theirs.

The pool suddenly became uninteresting when they figured they
could have the whole house, naked, to each other.  So they left
the pool and stripped once in the house.  Ed picked Frankie up,
with his man tool pressing the boy's buttcheeks and genitals
as he carried him to the tub.

They ran as much hot water as they could stand.  Ed soaped up
Frankie's vienna saugage sized boner and his balls.  Frankie
was only too happy to return the favor.  But Ed's dick chaffed
a bit from the soap and the pool's chlorine, so he had Frankie
dry off, and after they warmed up by pressing their bodies and
hard cocks together for a few minutes in the bed, Ed brought out
the vaseline for Frankie to stroke his uncle's 6 inches with.

After a moment of this, knowing Frankie did not want to get cum
on him, he had Frankie stop and watch as Ed lubed a finger, then
two, and put them into his clean hole.  Frankie responded right
away and wanted to know how to lay so his boner would go into
uncle's hole, too.  This only seemed right.

Frankie was clumsy at this, but loved humping in and out.
Doing him from the front one time was especially great because
he was so small his uncle's boner pointed right in his face as
he did it. He never came doing that though, and asked his
uncle to finish him with his mouth, which he loved doing.
Besides, he told his uncle he loved watching, always had one
instant orgasm and sometimes two or three more before he had enough
for the night.  Watching got him off, as well as that trick that
Ed had for horny little boys.  He would put that boydick between
his cheek and teeth, push it in the space, and suck ever so
lightly.  Even then, the suction was so amazing.  Suck just a bit
harder, and a boy had a very big orgasm quickly.

He even asked if it feel good to have a wiener in a butt, as
he offered his to his uncle.

"No, I would tear you open, but I'll put a finger in your tiny
hole, slowly, to see if you like it," his uncle replied.

It hurt a little, so he let his uncle lick it and hump it just
like he knew he liked to do.  This was like hugging or kissing
after sex, it was such a sensous feeling for Frankie, too, and he
knew how it got Ed off.

Frankie just beamed every time they were both done and got to
snuggle. What great experiences bonded them both in a way
neither of them thought would happen but both of them were too
afraid to admit that they wanted to do, until they revealed
their horny pasts to each other. Now just a horny future to look
forward to, with each other.