Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 22:13:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Hamme <lingomark@yahoo.com>
Subject: DIMENSION: BOYLOVE II LAST CHAPTER

DIMENSION:  BOYLOVE
Part II:  Adopting a 17 year old toddler
CHAPTER 10:  LIFT ME UP TO HEAVEN

The whole community and the church was in a pickle.  It had seemed, that a
miracle had taken place, but it could not be ratified according to the same
church law that makes people saints, usually years after their deaths.

The shiny man was being interpreted as an angel of God.  However, my Uncle
Ed was connected with this highly, and was not a Catholic.  So, every
inquiry to every level of the church as to it's nature was met with the
same answer: `We do not know.'

But, to leave the situation as is seemed perilous to everyone who knew that
the power of Uncle Ed, his love, and the shiny man had cured me.  I simply
could not go back being without the influence and sustenance of my Uncle
Ed, and he really could not stay here much longer and us be the center of
controversy.  People flocked here as those who would visit other `miracles'
and our family was stressed over it.  Uncle Ed kept me guarded from this as
he nursed me back to health.

He had given his notice at the restaurant, and received his severance pay.
He had extra time to take on his vacation.  Also, some personal effects
arrived from home.  I was most intrigued by the small stereo and cassette
player.

Uncle Ed was hooked on country music, and played his cassettes and often
tuned in to country music broadcasted out of the nearest American military
base.  If he didn't have me listen to it, he would sing it to me.  He
particularly loved all love songs, and would continue to sing them to me,
and about me.  I felt so loved.

His favorite singer was a red headed lady who had a quite charming mid
western draw.  But, he sang all of her songs to me.  He used his music to
learn to sing, and to teach me the same harmony.  How I fell in love more
and more with him as he held me and sang the words to one of her songs:

I've been to Colorado, where the mountains touch the sky,
And I've done other things in life to make my spirits high.
But nothing that I'll ever do
Can make me fell as high as loving you!
You lift me up, up, up, up to heaven,
When you gently laid me down.
You lift me up, up, up, up to heaven,
And you made my world go round!

I had a lot of time to contemplate Uncle Ed's tenderness as he helped me
get well.  And how deeply he always loved boys, and I was his unique,
special one who made him feel so good!  We even had much time to play under
the cover on the cot at night when he held me.  I was strong enough for him
to jerk me off to orgasms again, and I would often rub him and suck his
manhood.  It wasn't much of a stretch for him to slide down and put my boy
stiffy in his mouth and suck it off, and sometimes, lick my rear and hump
it till he came.  His penis touching my hole like that made me desire to do
anything else with him that a boy could.  We just couldn't get really into
it, grinding into each other's hands or mouths as we came when we were
alone at the hotel.

Many situations were resolved on one special night the priest came over and
asked Uncle Ed if he could watch me as my parents were to go to the church.
A long special session was needed with them to discuss the resolution of
the church's stand on the miracle.  Arrangements were made for them to
sneak out of the house to avoid the miracle seekers, but Uncle Ed usually
had them ran off by sunset, anyhow.

Uncle Ed was quiet and reserved that night, even though we had talked
before about getting naked and naughty as soon as my parents left.  I
quickly stripped, but he only would slowly kiss my body.  He would only
slowly jerk my boymeat, and stare at it with wonder.

"Uncle Ed not make love with Balky like before?"  I asked, wondering what
was different.

He took me to the bed, and although we were both naked, I knew something
was serious.

"Balky, we can still make love, but some things might change tonight.  How
do you feel about me?"

"Balky love Uncle Ed like Daddy and want him forever Want sex with Uncle
always Feel so good."  I replied.

"You aren't making this easy for me to say.  When your parents come back
tonight, they are going to ask you if you want to come to America to live
with me as my son.  I don't know if you want me to be your father and if
you would make love the same way anymore."

"Oh, Uncle, can Balky say Daddy to new Father like American boy?  Balky
much want to be boy of Uncle."

He squeezed me tight, and I gave him the bear hugs he gave me, and I almost
thought I broke something to make him cry.

"Balky, I love you, too.  You can be my son, but you must not call me
Father until we leave the islands.  You must promise!"  He said these
things and began to hold my arms tighter, and my little boner softened due
to the seriousness of his tone.

"Balky promise Father, no, Uncle!"  I replied, starting to feel a bit
afraid.

My new Daddy reached my lips with his, and we began to kiss passionately as
he brought my boner back to life with his fingers.  He took it in his hand,
and looked at it.

"Balky, how does it make you feel when Daddy, I mean Uncle puts his penis
on your hiney?"  He asked.

"Feels good, Uncle!  I want Uncle's penis in hole like Uncle's finger!
Nice way for Uncle make love with Balky?"  I told him the truth, as he
brought my feelings to the fore.  I heard the expression `make love' on his
country music, and he had to explain it to me, the best I could understand.

"Balky, that would hurt you.  But, I think Balky has a big enough penis and
can put in uncle's hole."  He said.

"Ahh!"  I gasped in delight.  "How Balky do that?"

With that, he guided me to the sofa and lay down with his legs up in the
air.  He already had the Vaseline he had been using for us to jerk with
quietly at night, and finger each other's holes if we sucked cocks instead.

He pointed my little boydick towards his hole, and slid me closer.  He
motioned for me to thrust my hips, like I was used to doing to enjoy his
jerking and sucking me so often.  The head of my penis disappeared into his
tight hole, and I was so amazed with how warm and good it felt.

I faced my new Daddy and smiled.  I thought of how I was going to make love
to him now as my father, and not my Uncle, or at least in a special, new
way, as best as a 4 year old could understand.  I pushed my hips forward
and buried my almost 2 inches in, and we both gasped with pleasure as we
smiled at each other.  I had to stroke his boner, which seemed so hard now.

Sometimes, he would have me lean over and kiss his lips and he would suck
on my little tongue.  He would reach up so he could reach my face and I
could keep my little boycock in him.  He would put it back in when it
slipped out the first few times, then I got the hang of it.

But, the warm tightness was too much as I jerked Daddy and kissed him.  His
hands were all over my hole and balls as I did this, and my orgasm started
to blast forth as he knew it.  He pushed down on my hand to help finish
himself off, and gobs of cum came out of him as I thrust my hips to a
massive boyorgasm.  We snuggled and kissed like it was new.  Really, it
was, for we hadn't had good man/boy sex in private for such a long time.

My parents came home and we had just gotten dressed.  Their look was one of
sadness, but of relief.  It was time to talk.

My father was first.

"Balky, you almost die, and Uncle Ed bring you back to life somehow.  Maybe
he know how, maybe only God.  You die without him.  We not want you ever
die."  He began to shake as mother took his hand and took over.  He had me
come sit on her lap and rest in her bosom as she spoke.

"Mother never want child leave.  But, mother want what best for child.
Balky love Uncle Ed.  We know and Balky must go to America and be son for
him.  Balky want do this?"

I started to cry when I realized I would leave my true parents, but it
lasted a short while when I realized Uncle Ed was crying, knowing it may
hurt me to choose.

"Mother, Balky not want leave parents.  Balky love Uncle Ed and make good
son and make parents proud.  Balky need Uncle Ed."

I don't know if I cried more out of how this must tear them or out of the
joy to know what good life I was gaining.  Still, we all seemed really
secure, and even sister hugged me and kissed my lips, and for once, I felt
a measure of affection, and sensed the care she had given me during my
illness, before Uncle Ed arrived.

But, it was settled.  The church had decided, it seemed, that although a
miracle could not be substantiated, it could not be denied.  A huge sum of
money was bestowed upon the community from the Vatican, and we received
enough to compensate Father from the time off of working back in the United
States.  They even expedited adoption proceedings, convincing the American
authorities to grant me a Visa to protect me from religious zealots seeking
to worship me.

The plane ride exited me as I looked forward to it.  My parents seemed at
peace with themselves for once during this transition, and cherished having
my sister.  I was rushed out of the house one night, and Uncle Ed not far
behind, and we joined in his car, stashed under some brush, and drove to
the airport.

This was all done in the dark, with us having enough secrecy and time to
play with each other and enjoy some man/boy fun.  He even had to pull over
to suck me off, as he often got too worked up to settle with jerking his
little son off.  He even had to rim me for several minutes as he came in my
mouth with he seat let down.  Then, he sucked the tip of my penis as his
rimming and jerking brought me off.

Pleasures for a boy exist in all kinds.  We stared at the airplanes coming
and going, and I was fascinated.

"Daddy, we go up to heaven in plane?"  I asked, wanting to know if I could
be in the sky with my new Father.

"Yes son, we will be lifted up to heaven, or the sky, in the airplane,
together."  He answered.

I whispered in his ear, "Is that what song mean?  We play in airplane and
feel good?"

"Let's take a walk, Balky."  He said, and got me aside at a gate where
noone was around.

"Balky, there are people all over the airplane."  I don't know if it could
be done, or if anyone ever has.  We will just have to wait and see."

Father was known for not taking no for an answer lightly, and neither would
I.  I had something to prove yet.

I held Father's hand and tried to be a big boy as I felt us go up during
takeoff. Soon, he was able to hold his little son as people smiled at us.
I would squeal with delight as I saw us in the clouds, knowing we were in
heaven.

"We in heaven now, Daddy, look!"  I would exclaim as people would find my
boyish charm and my affection for my American father so cute.  But, I would
remind myself of my own plan.

"Daddy, I go potty?"  I said, bringing the subject up out loud, so people
would know my Father would take me to the bathroom.  I swear that man
misted up the first year I called him Dad.

Daddy took my hand, and he locked the door and waited by it as I undid my
pants.  I pulled out my stiffy and he grinned.

"Daddy ought to spank you for tricking him.  I know what you want."  He
couldn't keep a straight face, though, and put me on the sink and started
kissing his way down my body, as he took my T-shirt off to make sure and
access my boycock.

So, he sucked it and stroked himself lightly, because pleasing a boy always
made him almost made him cum just by itself.  He put me on the toilet after
I moaned and pushed on his head as he sucked me, stroking my ball sac and
prodding my hole. I orgasmed so fast!  On the toilet seat, I sat and sucked
him off in the best position, and I made him cum fast, too.  He even needed
to help clean me up from it all some.  Good thing he took off my shirt
first!

We kissed, and Daddy told me something that remains special to this day.

"My son, you lifted me up to heaven by just being a special little boy,
then by loving me.  You did it again when we made love and now you lifted
me to heaven while we were in heaven."

I just grinned and hugged my Daddy as he carried me back to our seats.
Everyone smiled back at us, but noone guessed our reason.  We were in there
long enough for me to go potty, but we made each other get off.  Secrecy
was always a nice excitement to our lives.  It made everything naughty, but
nice.

This was a long time ago.  We moved in with his sister, and he still had
the same adventures with his nephews as are on Nifty today, but many more,
as Bobby learned to make special love to a little boy.  The threesomes we
had were amazing, and Daddy made sure that every little boy was getting
off, even if another was fucking him.  He still wouldn't penetrate a boy
himself, but got poked by us all, much to our delight.  His nephew Frankie
got attention from me, but as one of equal age.  He even got to bypass his
time without Frankie, and got him earlier in life as his brother divorced
his mother, and Frankie couldn't resist calling him Dad.  Dustin became my
brother, too, and we had loads of fun.  We saw no need to rewrite his
stories as we came back to the present, but we may supplement them one day
with the fun we had together.  I`ll leave a lot to your imagination.

What made life with Father so special was the fact that he loved deeply and
truly, and not just my boymeat.  He wouldn't penetrate a small hole for his
lust, but loved to give us boys orgasms, just as he loved holding us,
reading to us, teaching us languages, and just being there for us, and
particularly me, as I was his son, and his lover.  He loved going places
and doing things boys liked to do, also, including playing outside and just
having fun together.  He never rejected a boy just because he grew hair.
In fact, he was more in love with him because he made love with him when he
was smaller.  So, his boys never grew up feeling abused, but instead, fully
loved.

So, you see how it was that Daddy adopted a 17 year old toddler.  If we
hadn't have traveled back in time, I would have been 17.  Really, I was,
but I was 4.  The full realization that Daddy learned with his nephews the
first time around taught him that a boy of any age can enjoy special love
and have orgasms.  I am so glad he knew this, and that he was attracted to
his Asian boy at all times.  Boylove will live on through space and time,
and all dimensions, especially the fourth.  It can't exist without it.