DIMENSION: BOYLOVE
Part II: Adopting a 17 year old toddler
CHAPTER 5: A NEW DIMENSION TO LOVE
Father reached inside the envelope and showed me two seeds. I thought he had in mind to plant something, but he said we were to go to the basement, which was naturally cooler anyhow, and he would do his best to explain things, but, he would have to show me what words would not do justice to.
When we arrived, there was some daylight coming in through the 2 windows that were above ground. Beneath the one we crawled in through, was a large table with a space behind it, which seemed to be littered with randomly scattered seeds, and small dots drawn on the mud floor.
"Balky, what you are about to see defies explanation. You must trust that the forces that make this are good ones, and that I am bringing you into something most wonderful."
"I trust you, Father. Being with you takes all fear away from me. Please let me see this wonderful thing."
With that, Father removed two seeds from the small envelope and located a place on the corner of the rock wall, where a figure of a human appeared to be. He placed one seed in a hole on either side of the figure, near where pockets would be. Then, the most unexpected thing happened.
The cherry seeds on the floor that I or anyone else wouldn't have paid any attention to, started to move, and take up places in the dots on the ground. I have to admit, I was a bit overwhelmed, and I made the sign of the cross on my chest, and father squeezed my hand for reassurance, and I calmed down.
It was at this point that Father revealed to me the secrets of his time traveling, and how this accelerated his love with Stevie, although he was trying to slow it down out of guilt at one point, and how Stevie and the dimension master Vierseitig both set him straight on things. Still, I could not help but wonder how this was pertaining to the happy life that Father and I had. That is when Father hit me with a bombshell I never would forget.
"Balky, I guess you haven't figured out yet what this means to me and you. You see, we have met, and we are in love as I've been with my nephews and other boys. And, I would not use time travel to change that, for this seems perfect."
Father picked up my small frame and placed me on the potato bin, and without words indicated that this needed my attention.
"You want to be my son, and I want to be your Father, in more ways than one. Two people biologically made you, and you are special, so I would not wish to try to make you biologically mine, as you would cease to be you. But, by use of time travel, I can change many things in my life and yours, so that I have you from a very young age, and you grow up with me."
"Oh, Father, that would be most wonderful! I would love to do that and sleep with you as a boy, and learn of sex and love between a man and a boy first hand!"
"Balky, you have not thought this thing through. If we do this, there is no turning back. I will have gone way back in time, long before I met you online. Also, you would have to be prepared to simply stop existing as a nearly full grown man, with all of your knowledge, hopes and dreams that you now have, in exchange for this. If you come with me, the next thing will be us both being 13 years younger, and us having to meet as we were then. I fear that I would take a chance of you not wishing to leave your parents so as to be with me."
"I cannot think of anything I would want better than to have you come and adopt me as a small boy, and I know I will want to be your son from a young age. I have wanted a man who would be as handsome and sexy to me, and fulfill my need for sexuality since I was that age, and there was noone to do this for me. Even though I would stop existing now, I know with all my heart that I would want you as much as I do now. I say this with no reservation. I am ready to go. I am just so sad that you would lose the life you had since that time. I do not think myself worthy of that. Perhaps you should not give this up."
"Balky, I have lived without this time travel for many years that I've been in Arkansas. There is nothing I want to have happened in my life than to have had a son to be with me, growing up, with me teaching him and adding to his knowledge and being lovers to the extent that he wants. One makes many sacrifices for his children, and this is really quite a small one. You are definitely worth this one and many more."
I had never been given the esteem that he gave me, and yet, I did have to know something, so I asked, "I am ready for this, Father, but why shall we do this when I am four years old? Would you not love me younger than that?"
"When I was 22, my mother died, and I do not wish to subject you to the difficulty this period brought me. Also, I used the time after this to make some decisions about starting my life over and moving to Arkansas, and I think that I would rather start again, but with you, anywhere at all. Besides, Arkansas will be a good place for us to be, as you will be around other boys there, for sure."
At that point, the head of the drawing on the corner lit up. It started blinking.
"Balky, it is time we meet Vierseitig together. This is his signal that he is coming. He will appear suddenly, so do not be alarmed."
Just then, the outline of a man appeared in the room, who appeared to be dressed in a metallic colored suit, with a glowing face.
"Hello, Ed and Balky. I have come to know of your intentions. I need to clarify a matter. Neither of you will cease to exist in your present form when you go back in time to take up your lives as younger beings. You will continue to exist in this universe, and we shall bestow on Ed his memories from this current time so as to give him direction in this endeavor. We would do the same for Balky, but we feel it would be too much for the mind of a child to handle, and he indeed wants to grow and learn from Ed directly."
The Dimension Master continued: "Once again, it is Ed's compassion and noble qualities that is motivating us to allow this time travel for what would normally be considered a personal benefit. The scheme at hand is one that is the debate of morality in your world, one which we do not delve into. We recognize that this is the arrangement that would bring satisfaction to the existence of both of you, and we grant it. The trip you two take will result in the past that you build to become your past upon your return, with full memory of it for both of you. The two special seeds from the drawing will make this exchange possible. All you have to do is stand in the cube, together and touching, with one of you in the footprints, press on the seeds, and this will be accomplished."
And with that, he was gone.
Father took my hand, and I gave him a look saying that I consented to all of this. We stepped into the cube, and Father had me stand in the footprints as he held me. We both squatted down and locked lips as he sucked on my tongue. I pressed on the seeds, and off we went into an the unknown regions of space and time.
I am quite sure that Father felt the same as I, for instead of the normal dizziness of time travel, I felt euphoric, and quite aroused. I was only vaguely aware of the room spinning around me, and saw my past before my eyes, but none of this really interested me prior to meeting my new Father, so I focused on our most passionate kiss. During the trip, we were able to straighten up, and to feel each other's bodies. We were able to reach inside each other's pants and feel each other's stiff cocks, and rub them, although neither of us felt like it would be convenient to cum in such a space adventure. Besides, this was more love than it was sex. We had just made love a few times, and it would take quite a while to build up to shooting again. Anyhow, it was quite sexy.
We arrived within view of my house as a child in the Philippines. Father explained to me that we would only get a view into this world, and not interact with it. I stared in amazement as I saw my family, and little four year old Balky, as he would hug his father and get a little stiffy, only to not have it touched or even acknowledged. We watched him go to bed, playing with his young cock, and looking like he was yearning for something more. He looked longingly towards other men as he got up and went places with his parents, but saw no return of interest in their eyes. He was happy to have a loving family, but knew that somehow, a boy could be more intimate with a father.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared in the neighborhood where I lived. It was father, but at a much younger age. He carried a knapsack, and was quite clearly discernible as an American traveler, hiking off of the beaten path into my village.
"Balky, this is where you and I return to our place in time. On the way, we will be together, in more ways than one. When we return, I will be your father, and will have been for a long time."
Out of pure excitement from these words, I pulled up to Father to kiss him, after he switched the cherry seeds in his pockets. I felt the transport back to the present begin, but I felt something else.
It occurred to me that neither of these time travels I was in occurred without love, or could have occurred without it as the reason. I fully believed as little Stevie had back then, that the fourth dimension within the cube from which we traveled must have been love.
CHAPTER 6: SLOW JOURNEY BACK TO THE PRESENT STARTS
To tell you the truth, I never remembered actually being transported back to the present. What happened from there seemed to be an erasing of my memory, and my life as a 4 year old little boy started all over again.
I was out playing in the street of the village when I saw the man arrive. He had a hopeful glow about him. His body seemed covered with hair, and had a heavy but recently shaven beard. I was not used to this among my people, but I was enthralled with him nonetheless. His knapsack showed him to be a traveler. But even being an American, I liked his dark hair and light skin. It was an appealing combination to me.
Perhaps what caught my attention the most was when he saw me and smiled in a most paternal way at me. The young children in the village were already under his feet, begging for any souvenir he could give them, a piece of candy, a nickel, or even a pencil. But, as he finished fishing out candy bars and things from his bag, he lifted his eyes to me, and caught my gaze and met it with a very reassuring beam.
"Hello, little man. Do you speak any English?" He asked, as he bent down to take a closer look at me. He seemed to approve of me with his first glance, something I felt I lacked from my family and friends. Approval always was important to me, and I had know way of knowing that the man who stood before me was just as sensitive about such things.
"Yes, Mother and Father teach me some." I replied.
"Well, good. You seem so well behaved, and you haven't begged me for anything. I have one thing left, and I was keeping it for a very special little boy or girl, but I think a special boy is better."
With that, he reached into his bag and pulled out a windup wristwatch that had the very end of the leather strap broken off of it.
"This is yours, little man. I already have one that my parents bought me for Christmas a few years ago, and this one won't fit me anymore because the band is broken. Hold out your arm, and I will make it fit."
With that, I hastily stuck out my left arm and let him slip it around my wrist. His touch felt magical, for it was son tender, and I craved it more. He made a mark on the leather strap where the clasp was to meet the band, and pulled it back off. I gazed in wonder as he reamed a hole in the strap with his pocket knife.
I reached back for it to try it on, but he just held it. I supposed he was waiting to be thanked.
"I forget say thanks, Mister." I said in my broken English.
"That is not why I am not giving it to you now. We need to make sure your parents approve."
That is when I turned around to see what he was staring at. My parents had heard the commotion in the street, with the children fussing over the American man who gave them trinkets.
"If it pleases you, I am Ed Dubbs. I am an American traveler, and I simply cannot refuse children when I have something to give. Your son here is so polite, he is the only one who did not beg me. I have an old watch I wish to give him, if it is all right with you."
"With honor, Sir! This is special gift for small boy!" My father replied.
"With respect, Sir, this is a special boy who deserves such. You are to be proud of him."
"Balky, you thank American man?" My Father asked me.
I ran to him and put my arms around him, and the most unexpected but welcome thing happened. He picked me up and held me by my butt, and I kissed his head. Ed turned red, but I could sense it was not out of embarrassment, but a good feeling inside about us, and he kissed my cheek..
"Forgive if my son is bold. He seem to like kind American fellow." Mother commented.
"I am honored very much so. He is a very wonderful boy." Ed said.
"Mister Ed, it is our honor to have you to humble home to eat, please?" Father said.
I was the closest to Ed, since he was still holding me. His eyes shot me a grin, then he looked at father and accepted.
Ed put me down, but someone had to lead the way to the house. I took the initiative, and took this this man's warm hand. Father and Mother just giggled and shook their heads, and Ed smiled down at me in approval and affection.
As dinner was prepared, I sat on the floor and listened to Father and Mr. Ed (which is what I was calling my Father to be) spoke of world news, politics, religion, and other interesting things. Mostly, I was fascinated with anything about Mr. Ed himself, and how he came to be such a fellow that so many people were instantly drawn to, especially boys like me.
"I not want dishonor, Father, but may I ask Mr. Ed a thing?" I asked, begging to receive part of the attention.
"If most honorable American man not shamed to have child interrupt adult conversation, we yield American tradition for once." Father said, and I was pleased he was allowing Ed to decide if it was all right that I take part in the conversation.
"In America," began Mr. Ed, "An very old tradition says that children are to be seen and not heard. This is being replaced by the view that we stifle our children's growth by ignoring them. I am pleased to speak with the boy, with your permission."
Father nodded with approval, and I stood before him.
"Mr. Ed, can you teach me more about watch?" I asked.
"Come here, Balky. You will have to sit close, so we can both look at it together. I am only twenty-two, but already, my eyes are not very good. I will show you how to use it."
With that, I hastily climbed onto his lap, and his arms were around me, it seemed to everyone else to balance me, and to hold my arm within his sight. I sensed other reasons, such as affection, causing his embrace, as only I could feel it's tightness. I also felt the familiar feel of a semi-erect penis under my butt, and I squirmed each chance I could get to maintain contact with it.
Ed proceeded to show me how to use the numbers. I already knew how to count in English and my native Tagalog. But he showed me that the little hand was the hours grown ups talked about, and the big hand was the minutes. I also learned from him how to wind it each night at bedtime, which I told myself would be something to remind me of this man, and his warm embrace.
Supper was once again, time for grown ups to converse, but Father had enough hospitality and respect for other traditions that he allowed Ed to ask me things, too. I felt so included and accepted for the first time in my life.
As we finished supper, we once again retired to the family area, as Mother cleared the dishes. Father and Ed spoke again of far away places, and of Ed's harder life of growing up without many American conveniences, and how he could relate to humbler backgrounds.
Mother came into the conversation to inquire of Ed's itinerary for the vacation he had in the islands, and of the accommodations he had. He informed her his hotel room was already paid in the trip, and that breakfast was provided in the hotel, lunch was served during the times he traveled with the group, and they had to buy their own supper.
This is when I indeed felt a twinge of excitement in my whole body and heart as my parents asked him to dine with us every night for his remaining week in the Manila area. My sister was helping relatives, and they were in abundant position to provide for his evening meal, as they were getting an allowance for the help sister provided with my Aunt's care.
Ed accepted. I do not know if it was the anticipation of sitting in his lap each night if I could, or my full affection for this man, but my small boycock stood up in my pants. I was glad I was sitting, and I let my erection fade as I listened to the adults chatter.
Father asked Ed if five o'clock was convenient. He replied that it was.
Ed excused himself as it was getting late. He gave mother a hug and father a handshake, and I stood up, and it seemed almost expected for him to hold me in some fashion and embrace me so as to tell me goodbye.
I inquired as he picked me up, "Mr. Ed, what is five o'clock?"
With that, he held me in his arms for a long time as if my weight could never burden him, even when standing. He patiently showed me on the watch, and told me how I would know when it was near time for supper, and for him to visit.
We exchanged an embrace, of which only we knew the tightness, and a kiss on the neck, with only us knowing it's affection.
I yawned as Ed left, and as my parents sent me to bed, I wound the watch and fell asleep with my stiff four year old cock in my hands as I thought about the man who just held me.
CHAPTER 7: IF YOU'RE HAPPY, YOU WILL SHOW IT
The following week was so exiting and precious to me. My mother and father were quite drawn to Ed, and allowed me to call him "Uncle." This had a familiar ring to it, but I could not place it. Years later, Father would tell me of our first encounter in the future, and how my memory of it was erased by the Dimension Master, but some powers, such as love, I think, transcend the greatest, and the worst of forces.
What drew my parents to Uncle Ed was his gratefulness to their hospitality. He would always bring some food, beverages, or even at times would give them a gift of American money, which has a high rate of exchange here. But, as for me, he would bring books, toys, and most importantly, the time and emotion he invested in me.
I got quite used to sitting in his lap and positioning myself on his nice cock as he read me stories or played games with me, and he even did the voices as he read. This man was definitely meant to be a father, and I started to wish he was mine.
Uncle Ed taught me quite well how to use my watch, and each day, I knew it was nearing time for him to be here as the hands on the watch came near to five o'clock. And I still continued to get such an amazing little stiffy as I lay in bed at night, awake, thinking of how he would hide his hard penis under my boycrack as he held me and played with me.
My little boners were obvious, but only to him, as I would squirm to adjust myself as they happened on his lap. He would often position the book to rest on my little cock, and I got to hump it ever so softly as he read to me. We would use the excuse of rocking me as a reason to move, but we both felt much, much more, and the breathing on each other's necks told us how much we loved each other, and what we were doing for each other.
It was not just sex, either. When someone loves you in all other ways, it is genuine. He would bring his camera and take pictures of me, and like I said, his guidance for me was as emotionally as well as intellectually stimulating.
His fourth day with us proved to be the most memorable. As he began to leave, he told my parents that he would love to take me into town and buy me some clothes, as he would be leaving soon and would not have the opportunity much longer. He even offered to leave his passport and belongings there, to insure my safe return and well being.
Father and Mother were both brought to tears with the sincerity of his love for me and what I wished to do. It took all they could do to answer him that they approved among their sobs of gratitude.
I, however, was not at all crying, but giggling and bouncing about with excitement. Father and Mother both scolded me, reminding me I must be much better behaved for Uncle Ed, and that he would be able to spank me for my misbehavior.
That calmed me down, but exited my heart. Really, I could think of nothing more exiting than to find any excuse to bare any of my body around him, and wanted to see him naked, too.
As I was to be provided with clothes, I needed to pack nothing, and I kissed and hugged Mother and Father in a seemingly most affectionate way goodbye, but really, it was out of excitement and the wanting to leave hastily.
I put my hand in Uncle Ed's, knowing we would be in very close contact for the night and the next day as we had all that time to ourselves.
Uncle Ed had parked his rental car at the edge of the village, where he paid a boy to watch it for him. He did this so he could travel on foot, and at his own pace. As we walked, my mind came up with a plan to let him know how I felt on things, and I knew he would not reject me. I did, however, need to know how far he would go with things, not that I really comprehended what that could be.
My plan was telling him that I had to pee, which really, I did. But, he would be sure to see my little stiffy, which I new was to express to him my happiness to be with him. He allowed me to pee on the other side of a tree, which faced away from the village, and as I turned around to let him see my stiff boyhood as I tucked it into my pants, he stood there peeing as well.
Well, when he caught site of my hard boycock, I thought he would come unglued, and I could not discern the meaning of the surprise on his face. I felt for a moment, that I had shamed him, and I was reaching for pull up my shorts from my knees, as I began to say, "Sorry, Uncle."
That is when I heard him say "For what, Balky? That means you are happy. If you look here, you will see that I am happy as you are."
I stopped pulling up my pants to look at him, and his beautiful long penis get even longer, and stood up! My, it was beautiful and large! And it was surrounded with pretty hair and had nice hairy balls. I was so fascinated that I could not speak.
"Balky, let's pull up our pants, and we can talk more about our being happy as we drive in the car, and if you want to, we can be happy like this as much as you want in the hotel room. But, do not let all people see this. Most think it is naughty. It is wonderful to me, though. For now, only you and I will be this way."
This indeed excited me, that I could be as uninhibited as I wished with my most desired man, and to do this for the first time of my life. We arrived at the village edge where Uncle's car was parked, and he paid the boy for watching it. For the first time, I seemed to notice the bulge in another boy's pants, and wonder what his penis looked like. I even thought I saw it move a bit as Uncle and the boy stared at each other, but the boy seemed to look envious of me, as if there was something he knew I was getting that he wouldn't.
Uncle Ed put me in the passenger seat, and told me he was going to let me stay there for a short distance down the road, but after that, we would have a surprise, even during our trip. I had to wonder what sort, and I kissed his cheek as he fastened my seatbelt around me. His white cheek flushed red, and I had to wonder what sort of feelings from a boy's little kiss made to cause that.
As we got out of sight of the village on the infrequently traveled road, He stopped the car near the edge of the pathway and took my buckle off.
"Balky, sit on my lap, and you can help me drive a while."
If you ever heard a shill squeal of delight from a tiny boy, this was one. I climbed onto his lap and held the steering wheel tight, underneath Uncle's loving and firm hands. Still, I felt something quite obvious.
"Uncle very happy now?" I said, noting the immense hardness of his penis. Perhaps I was more sensitive to it, since I just saw it.
"Yes, I am very happy. You make me that way all over."
"Uncle want to feel Balky happy, too?" I invited.
He kept one hand on the steering wheel to help my drive the car, and stroked my tiny boner through my pants, keeping his thumb and forefinger on it and his middle finger caressing between my balls. I thought it couldn't get better. He told me we had to wait to do more, as he pulled over and put me back in the seat.
"Uncle like touch Balky when happy?" I had to know if it pleased him to do that.
"Yes, Balky, very much so. We will do more when we are alone. I promise."
I just couldn't help but beam with delight as he said these things.
No one had to see us go into the hotel room together. It was behind the building, and Uncle Ed already had a key. I was very pleased to know that noone knew of our togetherness but my parents, and I was quite ready for anything that may go on, so, I started to take off my clothes, and once again, Uncle Ed stared in amazement at my readiness. But, I thought he might be disapproving at my eagerness.
"Uncle love Balky?" I said, not knowing how to interpret his stare, and if I had displeased him.
He picked me up at that moment with tears welling up in his eyes.
"Little man, I love you more than you know. I am not angry at you. You please your Uncle quite well with the nice things you want to do with him."
With that, we started kissing each other's cheeks and necks as he set me on the bed, holding me above his lap. His hands found the remainder of my pants and underwear, and slipped them off. I put my lips on his for a sign of his full love, and he moved them over mine as his hand found my boycock and butt cheeks.
I poked my tongue at his lips and I supposed it surprised us both. We both pulled back, but he told me boys have done that to him before, and I should continue. So, I slipped my tongue in his mouth and he sucked on it, and I was in such heavenly bliss.
Taking off my shirt, he informed me that it was bath time, and we settled into the tub as soon as he got the water the right temperature. I was snuggled into his arms as he lathered up the washcloth and smeared my body with soap. He paid extra attention to my little genitals, and my hole, which felt so good when he rubbed it. He handed me the soap and allowed me to rub some on his big penis, which thrilled me, but he said we had to wait till we got to the bed to do more.
He rinsed me off after washing my hair, and he held my eyes as he rinsed it. I felt so protected and warm. Then, he put me in a towel, and put me into the bed just like that.
"Balky sleep now if Uncle want to stop play." I wanted more, but was determined to be obedient.
"Little man, I put you in the bed to get warm. I'm getting in, too, and once we are warm, we will play until you want to sleep."
With that, he slid his naked body into the bed, and pulled me into his bosom. I felt so good, and I was instantly ready, so I put my hand on his large cock. He kissed me as he sighed, so to tell me it was a good thing. The kiss lasted so long, as he put me on top of him and rubbed everywhere on my body and put his cock on my crack and moved it around and let me hump up and down as he pushed on my bottom and felt my hole.
"Uncle, Balky feel good and so warm!" I told him, to let him know his pleasing me was so welcome, and that he achieved his purpose of warming me up.
"That is good. I am going to put you on top of the covers then, because I can make you feel so much better."
He did just that. He lay me on top of the covers and put his head between my legs and stared up at me with a big smile. Then, he lowered his mouth on my boycock, and I moaned with delight. He started bobbing his head up and down on it, and would occasionally put my balls in his mouth too, sucking on them, and licking on them as he jerked my boycock.
"Balky kiss Uncle there, too?" I asked.
He always seemed to know the sincerity of my requests, even with my broken English. He also knew my every intention, and put me on top of him, as we lay there with my head above his lovely large cock. I tasted it and he once again sighed with delight, and kissed my butt cheeks to give me his approval. I covered the head with my mouth, and he took all of me back into his mouth.
This sucking was different. He really seemed to know boys, for he would put his tongue on my hole and jerk my dick, or suck my balls and finger my hole and jerk me. Nothing was left untouched at any one time. Then, it started to happen.
The waves of pleasure were hitting me fast, and Uncle felt me tense up. He sucked deep on my cock and started pushing on my tiny rear, covering it with one hand to push up and down on it, until I got the picture. I started pumping his mouth with my little stiffy, then it was a pulsating in my dick, balls, and hole as he kept caressing and them, sucking deep on my penis. I shook with delight, and pulled off of him, to let him know he did not need to continue.
But, I needed to. I got between his legs and smiled up at him. I asked, "Uncle can feel good like Balky?"
"Oh yes, little man, you can make Uncle feel that way, too, but you will see me feel good, as my penis, that is what we call it, will make some stuff to show you that it feels good. You don't have to get that stuff in your mouth when it happens. I do want you to see it, though."
I put my mouth back on his cock head and bobbed up and down. He stroked his balls and swung me around to caress my body as I pleasured him, and to lick all over my bottom, and cover it with kisses. Then, he took his dick from my mouth and pumped it, about 3 times, and the most delightful display of cum shot from his dick and landed all over his dick, balls, and his belly.
I stuck my mouth back on his penis, knowing by then it must be sensitive like mine was, and was not going to suck. I had to taste this stuff. It tasted salty, but sweet.
"Balky love uncle's stuff. Like it in mouth."
My Uncle was a loving man, I knew this, and expected his warm hug as he picked up my body like a rag doll and squeezed me on top of him. I did not care at all that his stuff touched my belly and ever hard one-inch plus meat. His hug and kiss made me so loved. My mouth never left his as he felt my penis being lubed by his cum, and he rubbed it, to have me hum into his mouth to show my readiness, and slipped my tongue in as an extra signal to go ahead.
His cum felt so nice on my dick as he rubbed it, and used a bit on his fingertip to play with my hole. He playfully pushed on it, and I pulled my mouth back.
"I will not do that if you don't like, Balky." He seemed so apologetic. He was always so sensitive of my feelings, and was showing a need for my acceptance, too. He already had it.
"Oh, Uncle, Balky like, Balky want finger in hole too!"
He pulled me back to kissing and but added some spit to his fingertip before he did. He pushed his finger in, just the tip, as my anus allowed him this entrance. I wanted it farther, but he knew how to satisfy this new lust by rubbing the tip in and out.
But his constant smearing of my stiffness with his cum doubled the pleasure and he felt the orgasm approach as my anus pulsated against his finger. He pushed down on my ass again and I humped his hand in slow movements until it was done. We also both knew this impaled my hole with his fingertip as I orgasmed, and I pulled off.
"Uncle make Balky feel so good. Balky love Uncle." I said, as I slipped into his arms and he cradled me tightly. His kisses were on my head, cheeks, neck, as well as my lips as I threw my leg around him and insured his staying where I could feel him. I didn't even remember falling asleep, as he sang love songs to me and I could do nothing but stare at him and smile. I heard words like "after the loving" set to the beauty of his soft voice. Both of his arms were around me, and his hands on my tiny butt, making me the most secure loved little man in the world. The last thought I could remember was that I wish I had a Daddy to do that for me.
The shiny appearance of a man appeared to me that night in a dream. He kept saying, "Uncle makes Balky happy." He also held my watch in his hand. Perhaps he was an angel giving me his blessing. I did not know, nor did it matter, for it felt right.
CHAPTER 8: SAYING GOODBYE
The morning came quickly, although it was a very satisfying night. If I ever got more than a few inches from Uncle Ed, I pulled myself in to his hairy chest, or he did. It was as if that chest hair just pulled me to him and made me feel warm as a blanket. This was a warm, sweaty, skin on skin, safe kind of warm all over.
Awakening, and feeling a nice hand on my rear, and my boyhood sticking up between the fingers of another, made me remember who I was with, and what we loved to do for each other. I freed both my hands and put my hand on the shaft of my uncle's hard cock, and felt his balls with another. I pumped up and down on his dick to wake him up, as I played with his balls. Instead of opening his eyes, he just started humping my little hand.
I had to wonder how he could be so sexual during his sleep, but I enjoyed it. Finally, I realized he could not be asleep, as he wrapped a hand around my hand on his cock and helped me jerk it. Also, he put one hand on my hand caressing his balls, and put it straight on the sack, in between them.
Oh, this was so sexy! I never had jerked Uncle Ed off like he had done for me! But, I needed to do something more. Turning my feet to his head, and my head to his crotch, I had my mouth in full readiness to take the head of his dick in my mouth as he shot his cum. Uncle Ed released his hands from mine and put them on my tiny genitals. His wet finger was back in my hole, and I had to do the same for him as he moved his hips up when I found his hole with my finger, I played with it as I stroked his cock, and he was really breathing hard. I was quite worked up as he started breathing heavily, and he stroked my boyhood like it would not be there tomorrow.
This is when I lowered my mouth on him to please him so good. He flinched and his body started twitching, and I knew he was going to show me his happiness. I pulled my mouth off of him, but beat his hand to his cock, as I was going to make him show me his feeling good by stoking his cock with his spit, like he did last night.
The first squirt of white stuff hit me on the chest, and I had to bear down on his cock with my mouth to catch the rest. He moaned deeply as I bobbed up and down on it for making it the best feeling like he gave me. I swallowed most of the salty stuff, and was quite happy I could make him feel so good, too, without him having to finish it for himself.
He quickly pulled me up to him and sat me on his chest, pulling my lips to his for a deep kiss. He pulled away only to say that he loves me and sat me up, and pulled me up to him.
"You can watch me do this to you, Balky. It will help it feel good."
He pulled my body to his mouth and swallowed my stiff cocklet. Then, he pulled all the way off of it, and sucked it like a candy cane, allowing me to see each sexy move of his mouth to make me feel good. I was so thrilled and I stroked his face and his hair. Once again, his finger found my hole, but only played with it. He would stop sucking occasionally to have me watch him jerk my boymeat, and reach up to kiss my lips.
Then, as I started thrusting into his mouth to copy what he taught me the night before, he started stroking my tiny boner, only sucking on the very tip of my meat. This was so sexy, he made me orgasm harder than the two times the night before, as my behind rode his hand that was stroking my hole and crack, and cupping my balls all at once.
I had to hug his neck and kiss it and plant kisses all over his face and neck. He held me so tenderly and spoke of his love for me, and we fell back asleep until the daylight and my growling stomach woke us up.
Uncle Ed put my clothes on me, and I noted right away that they smelled as clean as my little body did from the bath the night before. He told me he had them washed with some of his things. He combed my hair and used the toothbrush that the hotel provided to let me brush my teeth as he did. I also helped lather up his beard as he shaved, and it felt so nice to rub the soap on his stubbly cheeks. It ticked and made me giggle. I think I pierced his soul with the wonderment of my eyes watching this sexy man shave. He shared his cologne with me, and his deodorant. It made me feel almost like I was his son as he helped me be like him.
We went down to the hotel lobby where some donuts were served. I devoured them, and he encouraged me to get my fill. They provided all the juice and milk I could drink, too, and I squeezed Uncle Ed's hand under the table each time I wanted to thank him and tell him I loved him.
I felt so loved as we got into the car to go to the department store. Uncle Ed looked so confident as he walked straight up to the boys section, and spoke to the lady who ran it. She grinned at me, and said, "We expect you, Balky. Kind American man wants to buy friend's boy nice clothes. Look a these."
There were T-shirts that showed the Disney characters in the books he brought me, and shorts and socks, and pretty shiny briefs like I never saw. Tiny blue jeans, 2 pairs were among them.
Uncle Ed grabbed my hand and took me to the fitting room, where he seemed quite happy to open my fly, and grab a feel of my stiffy. He did this as he put his finger to my mouth, and I just smiled as he rubbed it and kissed it and then my lips to show he still felt that our love and our sex was just magical. I knew there wouldn't be time to get off, but he played a bit with me, then put on one pair of pants, took it off, played with me a bit more, and put on one shirt as he kissed my nipples before tucking it into the shorts he tried on me.
He was able to pull my penis out and rub it one more time as he whispered in my ear, "We will have fun later, okay?". Then, I smiled and nodded, and he put my old clothes back on me.
The sales lady asked, "Everything fit little boy, Mister?"
"Yes, it ALL fits, Uncle Ed said." I knew he gave her the impression I tried on everything, although the truth was, we tried one of everything, and he used the other time to play with me.
So, he paid the lady, and then they packed my clothes in a bag, and I left. He lifted something off the counter, stopping the lady from packing it. It was a ball cap with the Baltimore Orioles on it. He explained to me that was a bird where he lived, plus, a baseball team. I had seen baseball on the Japanese television shows we got in the islands. I smiled so big.
"Uncle, we go back hotel and play now?" I asked.
"No, Balky, we played too long at the room this morning. Your parents expect you back very soon."
"But Uncle promise Balky we play more!" I protested and started to cry, not thinking he could or would ever let me down.
He buckled me in, and I avoided eye contact with him as we left the city.
As we reached the back roads out of the city, he pulled over, and tried to get my attention.
"Balky, what is wrong with you? You look like you don't appreciate what I did for you."
"Balky thank Uncle. But Uncle promise we play, now we drive." I said, with clenched teeth, and I ripped the hat from my head and threw it at the floor.
Uncle Ed pulled the car over on the road, which had no more morning traffic. He came around and undid my buckle, and looked at my pouting lips.
"I am going to explain this to you, but you will not behave in this manner. Uncle Ed keeps his promises. You will be punished."
He pulled me out of the car and pulled my pants down, and I knew it was not to play. He swatted my rear with his bare hand, and it stung by the fourth swat, and I let loose tears to show I had submitted my will, so as to obey again.
Then, he said something unexpected.
"While you are almost naked out here, put on a new set of clothes. Do not put the shorts on."
I obeyed, but did not understand why.
Uncle Ed got back in the car after, and did not buckle me in. Instead, he picked me up, in just my underwear, and kissed my cheeks, wiping my tears away.
As I hugged him and gave him tiny, affectionate kisses, I said, "Balky sorry, Uncle. Balky take too much time play at hotel. We have no time play. Uncle right."
"Balky, you do not understand. Let me show you something."
He looked around to see if anyone was in sight, and pulled my underwear down. He was so gentle about it, and rubbed my smooth butt, and kissed my little crotch all over. He sat me on the seat, naked from my waist to my knees, where my underwear was. My shorts were on the floor. My shirt fell over my naked crotch. He bucked me in, and pulled open his pants, and my eyes lit up when he pulled his already hard cock out of his them. He told me to lean over, and put my head on his lap.
That is when he started the car, after having me kick my underwear off. He pulled my shirt down to my knees, but reached underneath and fondled me. With my head in his lap, I could lay on my side and suck his pretty cock. He put the hat on my head to keep my hair out of my way as I saw my way to suck it. Uncle was right, we were getting to play, even being out of time.
As he came in my mouth after rubbing me like mad, He finished me off to a wonderful orgasm. Once again, he pulled over.
I hastily found my underwear and shorts, and pulled them up. Uncle held me, to show that he was delighted to keep all his promises. I kissed him all over, and for once, he began to show heavy tears.
"Why Uncle cry? Uncle still mad with Balky? Balky so sorry not trust Uncle always."
"Balky, this is our last day together. I must go back to my trip. I will not see you anymore. This may be the last time to say goodbye tonight."
I knew that Uncle Ed would travel more, but surely he would wander back into the village, as he was staying much longer in the Philippines.
"Uncle be back on his trip. Balky know."
"Balky, you do not understand, Uncle has to leave tonight."
He let me go, and buckled me in. We arrived at my house, and my parents made such a fuss over my new clothes, and Uncle Ed's kindness.
I clung onto him that night before and after supper. He handed my parents a piece of paper, and told him if they needed anything before he left the Philippines, that was the hotel on the other side of the island where he would be staying. He stressed how much he meant it.
I reached up to hug him, knowing it was his time to say goodnight.
"You have made my life wonderful, little man. It was my pleasure to do things for you. Uncle Ed loves Balky very much. I must say good bye now."
He picked me up, and I smirked at him, knowing one of the many things he did for me was help me feel the closeness and sexuality of a man. We kissed, and I said, "Balky love Uncle. Good night."
He quickly put me down, shaking his head as it turned red. He quickly left the house, with mother and father waving as he left. He did not look back until I could not see his face clearly. I did not know why he waited so long, but he waved nonetheless.
CHAPTER 9: LOVE AS A CURE
I awoke the next day with Uncle Ed's scent still on my body, and I looked at my watch. It was 7, and it was morning. I looked at 5 on my watch, and played all day, watching it carefully.
Five o'clock came and went, and Mother saw me watching, and explained that Uncle Ed was on the other side of the Island.
"That okay. Uncle be back" I said, not knowing how long it could be that I must wait.
I was not myself and did not eat like I would. I felt a bit tired early, and went to bed.
The morning came again, and I was awake sometime after 6, waiting on 5 to come back around. Father tried to explain to me that Uncle Ed would not be here, as he was traveling further in the Philippines.
Really, supper left me with no appetite, and I had a fever that mother bundled me up in the bed for.
The next morning, Mother tried to get me to sip broth and other liquids as the doctor had told her to give me. I felt like taking in little. I felt like the joy of playing or being held was of little benefit.
The afternoon rolled around, and I began to fidget. I jumped up when I saw my watch said five o'clock, and ran out the door, only to faint in the doorway.
I knew nothing until the doctor stood over me. He was telling my mother that I must be watched carefully, kept in bed until I could be forced to drink enough liquids to compensate for the dehydration caused by the fever. Mother, Father, and the doctor all appeared cloudy. Sometimes, they appeared as Disney characters, and I thought I heard the word "hallucinate" as I spoke names as "Goofy" and "Donald."
I began to dream about Uncle Ed, and the man in shiny clothing again. I recognized him, but not what he held. Still, he was constantly there.
My sister was back and looking over me at all times, to keep me still and encourage me to sip, which I could do less and less. I heard the voices around me, but could not respond.
"Oh, Balky, what wrong with you? Your fever left days ago, and you must drink little broth!" Mother would say.
"Balky, Father worries about you as he must work. You must feel me hold hand and feel love of father." My father would say that, but I felt nothing.
"I cannot understand what is wrong. Normally, when patients are not feverish, nor comatose, we can get them to help us know what is wrong. We can find nothing wrong, but soon Balky be very sick as he will not drink or eat." The doctor would remark.
I would only see them as distorted beings from story books again. Still, the man in silver appeared to me, holding something in his hand each time. I began to look for meaning in it, and his hand got closer each time. Still, nothing motivated me to make an effort to reach back out to anyone who cared for me. I kept feeling as if I was floating in space, drifting out of the arms of Uncle Ed as he turned away and said "Goodbye" and see the silver man holding something out to me, as if to grab on to it.
"He started to get sick last Friday, as you say, and I've been here all week. There is little I can do for him anymore. We've had fluids going into him, and he is not responsive. What appears to have started as a fever, has taken the part of the brain that governs his responsiveness, almost his will to live. It is unheard of that he shivers but does not run a fever, too. I do not like saying it to anyone, but you need a miracle now, if God would grant one. I will call the priest to pray over him. He may need last rites, also."
Much wailing and sobbing ensued, but I was not able to grab hold of the thing that the silver man held out to me as I departed from the life I had with Uncle Ed. I was drifting into a dark void as I left the vibrant, colorful, exiting and musical world that Uncle Ed stood in.
I saw the doctor leave through my eyes, half pasted shut with the matter formed by tears that were trying to form, tears I would only cry during my dreams of Uncle Ed leaving, and the shiny man seeking to hold something out to me.
I heard the mumbling of the priest over me, and the rosary beads being fumbled through. My body was being washed, and no pleasure was coming from my penis being handled. The priest had my little hand in his, as he sought to feel my pulse from the side of the bed he was on.
The priest was saying something about my watch. He fumbled to find my pulse around it, but could not. So, he removed it and sought to hand it to my mother.
"His pulse is very weak now, and we must have it watched. We all must pray for an answer to this sickness, even if it is for a cure from a doctor, or from anyone. Whatever it will take, we must look to God to provide." The priest was saying, as he waved the watch over my body until Mother could reach for it.
"Noster pater..." Is all I heard as the silver man became much closer, waving something.
As the words of the Lord's prayer in Latin were being said, I saw the silver figure extend his hand, with my watch in it. A faint voice was heard.
Then, it got louder, until I could hear the word, and I attempted to repeat it, to make it make sense.
The being was offering me my watch, but with what word?
"Fi, Fi, Fi..." I mumbled
Then, I heard it!
"FIVE!" It was quite clear.
As I sat up, I saw the priest's head bowed in prayer, and my watch dangling in his hand above me. I grabbed it, and called out, as loud as I could:
"Five!"
And I sank back down in the bed, exhausted at this.
I saw nothing more. Voices that were loud were faint, but the loudest ones, I could make out.
"Hurry! Take this number and call Uncle Ed at the hotel! Tell him Balky is very ill and he is asking for him!" I heard Father exclaim to my sister, so she would make the call.
My parents dismissed the priest, as my pulse had seemed to go up, and thanked him and asked him to check the next day, unless they called him if I got worse first.
The presence of the silver man had gone, and I was no longer in the black void. I could see Uncle Ed in the dream, but this one was different. I could see him, but not be with him. He was crying.
I knew nothing until I heard the sound of my watch being wound.
"Can I be alone with him, and say Goodbye, as this may be the last time?" I heard a voice say.
`Say goodbye...' The phrase echoed.
`Say goodbye...'
Where did I hear that before?
A pair of lips kissed mine, and a hot tear touched my cheek.
Voices and cries were outside, but this kiss was from someone I was alone with. I felt hot tear touch my cheek, and someone clutched me. The warmth was amazing.
The lips touched mine again, and although being sat down, my lips moved and my hips thrust an instant erection into the body of the one holding me.
A hand reached down and felt my little stiffy.
"Uncle love Balky?" I whispered, and opened my eyes wide, only then to realize I was face to face with the man that I had spoken my last word for.
"It's five o'clock, little man. Uncle has come to eat supper with you, he said, in between quivering lips and sobs."
I could make out the hands on my watch that he held, it showing it to be five o'clock.
"Why Uncle cry? Balky sorry."
"Uncle is happy that he gets to say hello, instead of goodbye."
Tears with laughter instead of crying came closer, as my family beheld my Uncle holding me, talking with me. Everyone held me for a moment, and Uncle Ed motioned to have him brought back to him.
He lay me down on the bed, and propping me up, put a glass of water to my mouth. Everyone resumed weeping when they saw this.
I steadily drank more water and then broth for my Uncle, who stayed at my side at all times. We even slept in the tiny cot, but he needed little space to hold me.
The priest came over the next day and turned white as Uncle Ed as he beheld me up and giggling as an American man played with me.
"Is this the man who brought the miracle? The whole village knows of it. We must know it's nature." The priest said.
Father explained the meaning of the watch that Uncle Ed bought me, and how five o'clock meant the arrival of his Uncle Ed.
"Balky, how did you know to grab the watch and speak the word `Five' so as to have your parents get your Uncle Ed?" The priest asked.
"The shiny man dream give me my watch and say `Five' many time." My uncle Ed make Balky warm when he hugs. I wake up then."
The priest made the sign of the cross. "There is just one thing to be done." he said.