Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:35:19 EST
From: Bvd7@aol.com
Subject: With Daddy - Chapter 6 / Fun with Uncle Dave - Part 3

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic scenes of b/b and m/b
sex. If material of this nature offends you, please do not read any
further. The following story is the sixth chapter of "My First Time with
Daddy." Although the first chapter of this series was a somewhat
fictionalized account of my first sexual experience with my loving Daddy,
this story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead,
is purely coincidence. I welcome any and all comments. Please enjoy the
story.

My First Time with Daddy - Chapter 6

"Fun with Uncle Dave" - Part 3
by:
DGR

	Ryan poured a generous amount of the toasty brown liquid into one
of the glasses, and held it out to his younger brother.

	"Here, Dave. Drink this." Dave pulled his hands from his tear
stained face, took the glass that was being offered to him, and gulped down
the brown liquid. His hands trembled, and he gulped hard, as he felt the
burning liquor course down his throat. Ryan refilled his brother's glass,
and watched him quickly gulp down the second helping. After Ryan filled his
younger brother's glass the third time, he poured himself a generous amount
of the golden liquor, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

	Dave took a sip of his drink, sighed heavily, and, as he looked
pleadingly at his older brother, his voice still shaking, said,

	"What I have done, Ryan? What in God's name have I done?" Dave
slumped against the back of the chair as he began to cry again.

	"It's okay, Dave," Ryan said softly, soothingly, as he leaned
forward and placed his right hand on his younger brother's knee. "We'll
work things out."

	"No," Dave muttered softly as he slowly shook his head. "It
wouldn't be okay. You heard what Chris said to me. He called me mean." Dave
paused for a moment as he heaved a heavy sign. "Christ, Ry, he probably
hates me for scaring his so badly." Dave closed his eyes and shook slightly
as more tears streamed down his face.

	"No, Dave," Ryan began as he tried to soothe his brother's worries,
"Chris knows you love him. You just scared him. He'll be okay." Dave sat
straight up in his chair, and, in panic, said,

	"I need to find him. I need to tell him how sorry I am."

	"It's okay, Dave. He's with Josh. Josh will take care of him."

	As soon as Dave heard his nephew's name, his eyes opened wide, and,
with an alarming tone in his voice, he looked at Ryan and said,

	"Oh my God! Josh and Mark...Josh was..."

	"I heard what you said earlier, Dave," Ryan said, his voice
calm. He drank down the last of his drink and, as he set the now empty on
the night stand, pulled several tissues from the box that was setting
there. He held the wad of tissues out to his younger brother as he said,

	"Dry your eyes, Dave, and we'll talk about." Dave took the wad of
tissues from his brother, and, as dried his eyes and wipe his nose, he came
to the realization that his brother calmness indicated that he knew full
well what his sons had been doing.

	"You knew about? Didn't you?" Dave asked, a hint of accusation in
his voice. Ryan sighed deeply and nodded his head in a silent 'yes.'
"But....," Dave began, a questioning and confused look on his face, "I
don't understand, Ryan. Why didn't you..." Ryan held up his right hand to
silence his brother.

	"Why didn't I stop it?" Ryan finished his brother's probing
question. "I don't have what one would consider a logical answer for that."
Ryan poured himself another generous serving of Jack Daniels, and refilled
Dave's now empty glass. After Ryan took a deep drink of the strong liquor,
he looked at his younger brother and said,

	"Maybe it will be helpful if I tell you how it all began." Dave
leaned back in his chair, sipped his fresh drink, and waited for Ryan to
begin.

	For the next twenty minutes, Ryan told Dave about the events that
had occurred during the past several years, and how they had led up to the
present time. The one thing that Ryan choose to omit, from his explanation,
was the fact the he was also having sex with his sons.

	When Ryan finished speaking, Dave leaned forward in his chair, set
his empty glass on the floor, and calmly said,

	"I guess that explains everything." He sighed heavily, and then
added, "Why didn't you tell me all of this when I first got here?"

	"I wasn't sure you would understand," was the only answer that Ryan
could offer. For several minutes, neither man said anything, than Dave
finally said,

	"I just have one question. Are you having sex with your sons?" Ryan
was a bit taken aback by his brother's blunt question, but he knew that he
needed to be totally honest with him.

	"Yes," Ryan responded softy as he nodded his head slowly. Dave
sighed softly as he said,

	"I thought you had left that part out." He paused for several
seconds, and then said, "Ry, I'm not just sure how to deal with this. I
mean, it's just not..." Ryan again held his right hand, silencing his
brother.

	"I know what you're going say. That in the eyes of society, it's
just not right. But, please, Dave, try to see it from mine and the boy's
point of view. We had a strong relationship before all of this started, but
once I changed the scope of their sexual relationship, the bond that
developed between them, and me, became even stronger." Ryan paused for
moment, letting his brother think about what he had just said. "Dave, do
you remember what you said the day you got here.?" Dave shrugged his
shoulders slightly. "You said that I had to be the luckiest dad in the
whole world, because I have three sons who love me more than words can
express."

	"Yeah, I remember," Dave said with a slight smile, "and now I
understand why."

	"I love my sons, Dave, and I would do anything for them. I would
even die for them if it meant protecting them from harm." Ryan could feel
the tears welling up in his eyes as he spoke of the undying love he felt
for his sons. For several seconds, both men sat quietly. Ryan finally broke
the silence by saying,

	"Do you remember what it was like when you and I were growing up
and having sex with each other?"

	"Yeah," Dave said meekly, a gentle smile parting his lips.

	"Do you remember how good it felt to fall asleep in each other's
arms after we had gotten each other off?"

	"Yeah, I remember," Dave said, his voice calm as his memory drifted
back to those days. "It felt good to know that we loved each other so
much."

	"That's how it is with my sons and I," Ryan said softly as he wiped
the tears from his eyes. "I can't tell you how good it feels to fall asleep
while I'm holding one of boys, knowing that we've just given each other as
pleasure as we could. I can't tell you how good it feels to hold my sons
and know that their safe."

	Dave didn't really know what to say at this point. He could hear
the love in his brother's voice, and he knew that his brother would do
anything for his sons. Dave sigh again as he looked down at the floor.

	"Can I tell you something, Ryan?" Dave asked without looking up.

	"You can tell me anything," Ryan replied. Dave could still hear the
love in his brother's voice. Slowly, Dave raised his head so he could look
his brother in the eyes, as he quietly said,

	"When we stopped having sex, I really missed it, and I really
missed you. I started to feel so alone." Dave couldn't stop the tears that
started streaming from his eyes. "And when you moved out of the house, I
thought my life was coming to an end." Ryan slipped off his bed, knelt
between his brother's legs, and hugged him close to him. "I loved you,
Ryan. I loved you as much you love your sons." Dave voice trembled with
emotion as he lay his head on his big brother's shoulder and sobbed
uncontrollably. Ryan's own tears began to flow as he held his little
brother.

	"I was right across the hall, Dave. Why didn't you come to me?"

	"I was afraid," Dave cried weakly. "I was afraid that you'd think I
was just being foolish," Dave whimpered as he wrapped his arms around his
brother and held him tightly.

	"We were both being foolish," Ryan said as his tears began to
ebb. "I loved you, too." Hearing his big brother tell him that he had loved
him all those years ago made Dave weep a little more. "I still love you,
little brother. Nothing in the world will ever change that." Dave pulled
Ryan as close to him as he could as his shoulders shook and fresh tears
flowed from his eyes.

	Ryan held his little brother tightly as Dave's crying began to
subside. Ryan stretched out his left arm and grabbed the box of tissues
from the night stand. He pulled several of the thin sheets out of the box,
leaned back slightly, and dried his brother's tears. Ryan wasn't sure what
came over him, but as he looked into his little brother's tear stained
eyes, he felt a swell of emotion wash over him that he knew he had kept
buried deep in his soul for many years.

	Ryan lay the wad of dampened tissues on the floor, looked deep into
his little brother's eyes, and whispered,

	"I love you," as he pressed his warm lips to those of his
brother. Dave didn't resist his brother's tender kiss. His kissed him back
as Ryan's tongue entered his mouth. As two men held each tightly, and
kissed passionately, for several long minutes, Dave melted into his big
brother's warm embrace. When Ryan finally ended the kiss, Dave softly
asked,

	"Do you think we could go back to those days, Ryan? Back to those
days when we loved each other, but were too damn foolish to admit it to one
another."

	"I think we just did, Dave," Ryan half whispered, a warm smile
parting his lips. "In fact, I'm sure we just did," Ryan whispered as he
again pressed his lips to his brother's lips. As they kissed each tenderly,
Ryan could feel his cock twitch as the thought of once again making love to
his younger brother. He wanted to slide his hand down his younger brother's
hairy body, and fondle the cock that he had known so well so many years
ago. He wanted to feel it throb inside him as he made love to it with his
hot mouth. He wanted, once again, to taste the sweet nectar that was his
younger brother. When Ryan ended their second passionate kiss, he leaned
back slightly, and softly asked,

	"Do you remember what I told you the day you got here?" Dave
shrugged his shoulders slightly, knowing that they both had said many
things that day. "I told you that were home, little brother, and that this
would be your home for as long as you wanted it to be." Dave smiled at his
big brother as fresh tears began to flow from his eyes. He now knew that he
truly was home. He was back in his brother's warm embrace. An embrace he
now realized that he had hungered for, for many years. In a flash, he came
to realize that he had spent his life trying to find some part of his big
brother...some aspect of the love they had shared...in the women that he
had dated and married. He had tried to love them as much as he had loved
Ryan, but there was always an emptiness in his soul. It was as if a piece
of him had been missing for all of those years. But he now knew that he had
just found that piece in the warm embrace of his big brother's arms.

	"I love you, Ryan," Dave half whispered just before pressing his
lips to Ryan's. As the two brothers held each tightly, and kissed tenderly,
they both knew that the love they had felt for each as young teens, was
still there. It hadn't faded and vanished. It had waned slightly, waiting
for that day that it would be rekindled. As their tongues played in the
darkness of their mouths, both men knew, somewhere deep in their souls,
that they were meant to be together, and that they would never again be
parted.


The end of chapter of 6. Look for chapter 7 in the near future.