Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 07:43:38 -0800 (GMT-08:00)
From: "dymondbolt@earthlink.net" <dymondbolt@earthlink.net>
Subject: Only_Skin_Deep_Part_1

this is a new story for your enjoyment with male to male sex and love
relationships.  Includes anal, enlargement,magic and much more.

Disclaimer: since this story include Male to male sex , If you are under
the age of 18 you shouldn't be here. You have been warned.


Only Skin Deep - Part 1 by dymondbolt


Vince was just trying to be a man. But circumstances were making him feel
like a little kid that lost his dog. Be a man, His uncle Brian could say
that and Vince would hear a confirmation of his masculinity. Any other
person made it sound like a condemnation. Yeah. Be a man.

Vince stood there in the autopsy room of the count coroners building
waiting for the coroner to wheel in that same uncle Brian. He kept it
together; he owed it to uncle Brian. Uncle Brian had taught him how to be a
man. His father sure hadn't! How could he when he was always 'working late'
with one of the new secretaries. Every two weeks there was a new secretary.
 That had gone on for fifteen years, and his mom put up with it until Vince
had gotten into college. Then she stopped acting like Hillary Clinton, and
kicked his ass out. I guess she had waited for all the children to leave
the nest before she lowered the boom.  Now he hardly hears from his father
and that works for them both. Second year in college, Vince took some of
uncle Brians good advice and did what a man would do. He told his family he
was gay. Mom and Sara no problem. Bob tried to act like it was no big deal.
He joked with " Vince, just do me one favor. Please don't date any of the
guys at my company, Ok.?" Yeah right.... But dad.. Wow. He couldn't take
it. He was sure I was on drugs, or being brainwashed by some fraternity or
religious cult.  Anything but that I was born this way, just like ten
percent of the worlds male population. Statistics like those should be
proof that homosexuality is a part of the natural state of things. Like the
oldest son was the one responsible for taking care of the funeral
arrangements and last requests.

It's not fair! I'm the youngest of three siblings . Bob (Robert when he's
at the office) is the oldest, then Sara and Vincent makes three.  I'm the
baby. Well at twenty-eight years of age, Vince thought that very very few
people would have an urge to call him babe.  He tried to remain reasonable
about the situation. He was closest to uncle Brian , so it was only right
that he was the one to do this last favor for his uncle.  Add to that, the
fact that when their Lawyer ( Mr Carson)_ had called them to notify the
family of Uncle Brians passing; he insisted that Uncle Brians will stated
that I was the only one he could trust to be a man and do this right. So
here I am still waiting.

I had memorized the letter Mr carson had given to me, outlining what was
required of me. I had already given the coroner, Mr Abraham Hasp, his
letter from Mr Carson, and he had grumbled but agreed to help me though he
thought it was very unusual. Luckily, Abe was a friend from college and he
lightened up after he got his head around the idea.

Well finally!  Abe and a deputy coroner wheeled the truly massive final
remains of uncle Brian into the autopsy room

Abe turns to his assistant and tells him " It's been a long day, go clock
out and I'll see you in the morning. "

Abe's assistant (Gary ) asks " He's awfully heavy Abe , are you sure you
don't need a third person? "

Abe just smiles and tells him " We should be fine, the hoist got repaired
yesterday, remember?."

Gary says " Oh yeah. Well you two have a good evening."

Abe and Vince say " good night " together and Gary smiles as he leaves.

Vince is being very strong but his heart is gaining more and more control
over his face and Abe notices. Neither one has said anything for a good
minute and a half so Abe decides to put both feet into the real problem all
at once.  He moves closer to Vince and faces him not quite blocking his
view of the sheet covered body. He looks at Vince and states positively "
Your uncle was a real man. I bet if you looked in the dictionary under
masculine or manly, you'd find his picture there. " Abe lets this sink in
for a second , and Vince just nods his agreement.

Abe says the magic words " I also know that real men cry when someone they
love has died . " Not yet , huh? Abe thinks. Ok. " Vince, you loved your
uncle a lot didn't you? "

Vince looses his control as he nods yes and grabs Abe in a hug as he starts
to sob for a good five minutes.  Vince had shied away from his feelings and
had bottled up all his grief for the past eighteen hours. now that the dam
has burst it seems Vince needs to get it all out at once.  As he slows to
an almost stop he suddenly gets the hiccups for a good half minute and then
he is calm again. The hiccups had signaled the end of the embrace . Vince
thanked Abe and asked what was in his letter.

Abe told him" The letter outlined your uncles request that his body be
completly photographed. From top to bottom, every where there was a Tattoo,
and those rare areas without tattoos also.  The letter said your letter
read much the same, and you're to send the roll of film, or photo CD to
Curator of a Tattoo Museum where they will recreate your uncles full suit
tattoo onto a mannequin with a head that will closely resemble uncle
Brian. My letter asked me to help during the photo session and .. I better
just read this.  Abraham , Thank you so much for being a loyal friend to my
nephew. I can tell you now, that I worried a lot less, once I knew he had a
real friend he could turn to in an emergency.  I know I can trust you to
read this part so he actually hears it, not just reads it.  A persons
bullshit detectors work better when you put the information through the
ears. But aside from that, what little I have to tell him, is best told
without my sister or Vincent's siblings listening in.  Vincent, you have
been a good boy, a good young man and for quite a few years a very good
man. If I had been the kind of man that loved women and I had tried to make
a family; I would have been proud if my son had become half the man you
are. I hope I don't embarrass you or Abraham with what I used to call you
when you were much younger; But some voice must say this to you now in a
time of sorrow. You will always be my Big Man. Even Olaf, as large as he
was never heard me call him that. And when Olaf died you proved to be that
same big man I had first seen in you when you were five.  Olafs passing had
truly rocked me to my foundation. And you were there. A level head , a
steady shoulder, a loving heart . My Big Man. I surely would have died of
starvation or thirst within the first three months If you hadn't forced
that spring cleaning to be early.  I would have been found in Olafs easy
chair just smelling his scent, and staring into the void. I know I
apologized at the time but I do so again.  Forgive a grieving mans outrage
when you steam cleaned Olafs chair. When it was too late and free of Olafs
scent, I was finally able to sit in it and remember the good times.  And
though the first few times I would remember MY Love and be struck with the
same intensity of sorrow as the first moment of loss; Your wise actions
allowed me to start having just as many times when memory of my Olaf
brought joy to my heart.  And so these past years have me regretting only
this; that you have not found your Olaf. I may be biased, but I truly
believe that My Big Man deserves A Big Man in his life.  When I saw the Man
you are and still are becoming; I did not see a lonely, unloved man.  At
some time along the path you take, I see the Light Of Love shine upon you
and then shine from you with such intensity it takes my breath away. But
don't let it take your breath away.  When some man comes into your world,
even if it is not your true love; speak your emotions when your head says
you can trust this man . Remember, You are My Big Man.  You have the
strength to feel these emotions fully, joy and sorrow, feast and famine;
And doing so makes you stronger, more able to give all your heart to that
someone who will give you their heart, a man who you would die for , who
would die for you.  Once you find your true love, then doubt
evaporates. The impossible becomes second nature and magic changes from a
trick to a treat. Take comfort in this; the moment of my death brought my
soul once again back into the presence of the infinite, and next to the
soul of my true love.  Know that we are together again and any tears our
souls may shed are ones of joy.  The Wheel is Turning and we turn with it.
I know not when , but I do know , we will be in the world again.  I love
you Vince. You will always be My Big Man...  Love; Brian Matthew Grace


P.S. Vincent this is very important!! Use the digital camera your mother
got you christmas two years ago. When you have a high resolution image of
every piece of my skin, load the images into your computer or ( better yet
) into Abraham's computer which has modeling software that can come close
to making a 3-D image of my body.  I can't tell you what will happen when
you generate a 3D image of me because if I did you would not try to do it
. You would not believe it possible .  What I am asking you to do will give
you those bits and pieces of evidence you will need to be able to believe
and thus be able to make many things possible. So many times the way we
perceive things determines how we make things work.  I urge you to see in
many different ways.  Love BMG"


Abe reaches for a bottled water and chugs it all down. Vince pulls out his
little digital camera from his jacket pocket, and pulls out the cable to
connect it to a computer. Abe tosses the bottle towards the recycle bin and
smiles when he sees the cable in Vince's hand.  He tells Vince " Do you
know how many times I'd wished I had remembered to bring the connect cable
for my camera. I could have given the host of what ever event I was at the
photos right then and there.

Vince is still dreading pawing uncle Brians corpse, but the letter had
helped take a chunk out of the pain his death had brought to Vince.
 He smiles a bit at Abe and guesses " A little over a dozen? "

Abe hands Vince an apron like a wood shop worker would wear. then a pair of
, and a high quality dust mask. Abe agrees " Yeah about fourteen times"

Vince takes a big breath and then a little one and pulls the sheet off his
uncles earthly remains. Abe is used to so many reactions at this point,
from the loved ones of the dearly departed. But his friends is a very rare
one, and Abe is very glad it is Vince's reaction.  Vince still has a
confused frown on his face as he looks at his uncles mortal coil. Abe
decides to help relieve his friends confusion and asks " You can tell,
can't you? It's like a beautiful bottle of some fine liquor , but it's
empty. Or when you get to the magic number of dates and you and your
special someone are going to have wild (but safe ) sex and they take off
all their clothes and then go into the bathroom. While you're waiting you
look at those clothes that added to your soon to be lovers sexy look. But
now they look alien, unrelated to this new dance that's about to begin,
were you really dancing next to these knots and threads.  And then your
lover is ready and the train of thought that doubted the value of those
coverings when the covered is not in them is switched on to the main track,
They are here with you for sex, and if you're smart, you have sex with this
divine creature and pay most attention to the part of their body that sits
in back of their eyes. "

Vince had seen this kind of passion for a topic before in Abe, but not for
quite awhile. Vince pulls the mask off his face enough to show a grin and
say " Yes I can tell." They both return their attention to Uncle Brian.  He
had been six foot seven , three hundred and fifty lean pounds, upper arms
had to be about 28 or 29 inches, his chest couldn't be less that sixty
inches with a 34 inch waist, and 36 inch thighs, 24 inch calves and 20 inch
forearms.  Vince thought 'Enough wool gathering. Time to record Brian.' So
he started at the head and took five shots, he moved to the neck and took
another five shots, then down to the top of the chest for another five, and
mid chest, lower chest, upper abs, then middle abs and lower abs , and
pelvis. Each area got five shots and then he needed help spreading his
uncle's legs apart to get all the images there. Vince was distracted for a
moment by the truly enormous size of uncle Brians penis. It was at least
ten inches now. How big was it when erect?  Vince came back to the job at
hand but finally noticed something funny about his uncles tattoos. He went
back up to the chest and just looked at the tattoos through the little LCD
screen On the camera , then he compared them to what he could see. And just
then he remembered what his uncle had told him, to see in many different
ways.  So Vince turned to Abe and Asks" Abe could you do me a favor?

Abe comes around the table and says "Need help to get him turned"

Vince says with no expression " It's not that easy... I need you to pay
close attention to the colors of these spiraling Tattoos on his chest
through the camera then when you are familiar with them examine the tattoos
with your bare eyes. Ok? "

Abe looks skeptical but goes along with it. He starts to pan the camera
across the chest and then he looks at the chest and his face clouds up. Abe
says " wait a minute!  you have a filter on the camera! "

Vince says " No. You can't put a filter on a digital camera like mine. See
?" Vince points the camera at abe so he can see the lens.

Abe just says " Oh " in a distant voice and still frowning. They both are
at a loss for words.

Abe thinks of it first. He asks " Hey Vince, your Uncle is going to be
cremated right? "

Vince says " Yeah "

Abe says " And no viewing before the cremation right? "

Vince says " Right. So? "

Abe continues with " So lets finish recording as much as we can before we
have to turn him over and then go from the top to the bottom and mark with
a permanent marker all the places in black our eyes see black and take
another photo."

Vince points out " There are red ones too "

Abe tells him " Don't worry, I've got a red marker too"

Vince agrees with " Ok. Sounds Ok to me."

They finish with the legs and feet and start over at the top when Abe
notices something real interesting in uncle Brians scalp.

Abe stops him and points to the edge of the hair line on the right side of
uncle Brians head just above his ear. He tells Vince " There are tattoos
under his hair, and they seem to go all the way to the top of his
head. Well? "

Vince says " In for a penny in for a pound. If were going to paint him up a
little less hair isn't going to do any more harm. Uncle Brian has moved
on. this is just vacant real estate."

Just then there's a ping of a bell ringing at the front desk, and Abe says
" Gary should have locked the front door. That's the third time he's done
that this month. " as he goes up front. It doesn't take long for him to get
back with a thick legal size manilla envelope.  He tells Vince "It's for
you. From your Uncle. " He hands it to Vince and Vince can see goose
pimples rising on his forearms.

Vince takes it and sees the sender is in fact his uncle. The package is as
heavy as a good sized book and as he opens the envelope it turns out to be
a very old book.  With a lock on it. But the lock doesn't seem to have a
hole for a key.

Abe sees the lock and says " How are you supposed to open a lock if there's
no place to put the key? Use magic?" Abe laughed but Vinces look stopped
him. Abe asks " Magic ?"

Just then Vince pulls out a pendant on a chain. The bottom of the pendant
is flat with notches on either side. Vince pulls it off his head and puts
the book down.  He looks at Abe and says " Stay with me now. " He pushes
the pendant flat side first into where the clasp fits into the top of the
lock and a piece of metal pushes out of the way.  Vince continues with " My
uncle loved puzzles. The lock is just a sophisticated puzzle. " The pendant
is in as far as it will go, and Vince waits and looks at Abe.

Abe looks at Vince and says " So? " Just then there's a click sound and the
lock comes loose as the pendant pulls free.

Vince does nothing for a moment and Abe asks " Aren't you going to open It?
"

Vince says " You have to approach old books with respect." He pauses and
puts his left hand over his heart and his right on top of the book.  He
continues, stating " Oh Great Tome, reveal to us your wisdom We beseech
thee.  In the name of the Light. "  Vince is about to open the book when a
voice seems to emanate from around it.

The Book says " In the Name of The Light I reveal myself" and the book
opened by itself. The first page had about two dozen names written on it.

Vince is as shocked as Abe and tells him " My uncles books never talked
when he did that. At least not the ones he let me see." Vince puts the
chain around his neck again and put the pendant under his shirt.

The Book speaks again telling them " Only those whose name appears upon the
Page of Guardians may share the wisdom of this Tome and view the Secrets of
the Light!"

Vince tells Abe " Get a pen quick!" Abe fumbles under his apron and pulls
out a fancy pen and hands it to Vince. Vince says "Thanks " He reaches down
and under the line holding his uncles and Olafs names he writes his own
full name very slowly and then hands the pen to Abe .

Abe nearly drops it when The Book calls out " Vincent Brian Anderson, I bid
you Welcome, In the Name of the Light!"

Vince tells Abe " Go ahead. " Abe looks doubtful but tries to write his
name next to Vinces and his hand jerks down to the line below Vinces
signature.

Abe croaks out " Ok now I'm weirded out . Vince, I tried to write my name
next to yours and something pulled my hand down one line."

The Book tells them " You are not his mate."

Vince says " Oh! Abe, just write your name on the next line down."  Abraham
writes his full name and puts the pen away.

The Book calls out " Abraham Thomas Hasp, I bid you Welcome, In the Name of
the Light!" With that the book closes itself and the lock clicks back in
place.

Vince frowns and says "Can't say I saw that coming." He turns back to Abe
and then it dawns on him. His face lights up as he says " Of course. We
need to know the books name before we can continue."

Abe bending to look at the spine of the book says " And how are we going to
do that? The book doesn't have anything written on its cover or spine.

Vince has a clue. He tells Abe " Get those permanent markers. I'm going to
cut Uncles hair where there's tattoos and take photos , then we'll mark the
spots that are black and red, we'll take more photos and load it into your
computer. Somehow we should be able to erase all the extra tattoos in your
3D software and get an image of Uncle Brians hidden tattoos."

Abe says " Ok. But do you think his tattoos will spell out a name? They
don't look connected enough for that."

Vince says " No. Just keep an open mind, and lets wait until we get that
far, Ok?"

Abe says " Ok. Open is better than lost. "

They get to work and are able to get the marks on the body's front and
sides and after turning him over , it was a short time and they had all of
uncle Brians hidden tattoos in the camera.  With the cameras cable plugged
into the camera and Abe's computer they began the process of telling the 3D
software from which direction above the body each picture was taken. After
about 45 minutes the the information was inputed and the two models were
generated.  Then they had to wait another ten minutes for the first model
to cancel out the second models extra colors and leave the hidden Tattoos
on a third model. The computer pinged and the software produced the
image. The software caused the model to rotate slowly and when it circled
around twice it stopped. The lights in the room flickered then went dim.

A voice quite like Vince's Uncle spoke from the monitor screen and first
sighed then said " That was quick! Vincent , Abraham. This is not the voice
of your uncle. Think of it like a voice mail . I knew your curiosity would
lead you to notice the hidden tattoos and find some way to see them without
the other ones. With this hope in mind I left a spell open for you to set
off with this model you have made. If it is not here already you will soon
receive a book by messenger.  At the appropriate time you must know his
name. The Book is called Vox Magi but his secret name is LEO and must
appear as his middle name. "

Vince says " Vox LEO Magi " The Book opens and light seems to shine from
it's pages.

The model continues " the marks on my body indicate tattoos that caused my
rather short body to grow to this size. Certain other tattoos helped me to
be able to understand many of the pages in the book that first appeared
blank. Now that you know The Books name , you can ask what each tattoo does
and make your body into the image you want for yourself.  As I said in the
letter to Abraham, you will always be my Big Man. Now you can be as big as
you want. Just don't be so big , that the one you can truly love is
frightened away.  I love you Vincent. In the Name of the Light, Be well."
the lights brightened back to normal and the model started to turn again on
the monitor. The book was still glowing. Vince and Abe just looked at the
monitor and then at The Book.

Vince walks over and stands next to The Book and asks " Do you prefer Vox
Magi or LEO when we're addressing you?"

The Book replies " If I am open to a heavily illuminated page then I prefer
Vox Magi. But if the Page is simply illustrated or just the written spell
or incantation; then I prefer LEO. Thank you for asking Vincent.

Vince says " I get the impression that the book to reader relationship is
Less servant and more collaborator.

The Book says " Collaborator is an appropriate name. But for now how can I
help you? "

Vince says " Show me the pages that tell me how to change my body."

The End Part 1

Well I hope you liked this. It's just the begining . Next we meet the
tattoo artist and discover how fast these body changes occur . Please send
me any comments.  And thank you for reading this.