Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 19:16:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chapter 18

Throw Away Kid - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 18 -- A Steady Recovery.

The rest of that day and the next went much the same, with me keeping
Bryce company and trying to keep him entertained until he was
released from the hospital.  My biggest concern was where he might be
going after he was released, since it was still DSS' call, but obviously
Bryce thought he'd be going home with me.  I let him continue to
believe this, since I didn't want to upset him.  If the doctor had been
correct and his recovery was at least partially due to my giving him
love, or possibly because I had made a promise or two to him, I didn't
want to take that away from him now, for fear he might relapse.

Late in the afternoon on the second day, my lawyer showed up at the
hospital again.  He came in and spoke to both of us and asked about
Bryce's condition and prognosis.  Once this had been cleared up, he
made an announcement.

"I've been in contact with the DSS caseworker and his supervisors over
the past couple of days," the lawyer began, "and I think I've reached an
agreement with them."

Bryce and I both looked in his direction, as we waited for him to tell us
what the agreement was, but he didn't say anything else after that.  I'm
not sure if he was toying with us a bit or merely waiting to see our
reactions, but whatever he was doing, he certainly got a reaction.  It
came from Bryce.

"What did they say?  Can I live with Uncle Kyle?  Tell me what they
said, pleeeeeze!" Bryce begged.

"Well, they are going to drop the case against your Uncle Kyle for
hiding you out," he began, obviously dragging this out.

"And what about me?" Bryce followed.

"Well, your Uncle Kyle kind of came up with the strategy I used when
dealing with them, so I'll tell you what happened," the lawyer stated.  "I
promised DSS that we would agree not to make the details of your life in
foster care public and we would not seek child endangerment charges
against them because of the accident that put you in here, nor will we
sue for reimbursement for the medical costs and damages."

He paused again.

"But what do WE get?" Bryce asked.

"Well..." the lawyer hesitated again, but he soon gave in to Bryce's
obvious impatience.  "They are going to let you two stay together and
Kyle will become your legal guardian."

Bryce lit up like the sun.

"And he will be my dad?" Bryce followed.

"Sort of, but they requested that we wait a year before that would
happen," the lawyer added, "to see how well you two get along first.  If
all goes well, then they will allow Kyle to adopt you at that time."

"ALL RIGHT!" Bryce screamed, almost catapulting himself out of his
hospital bed.

"Well, I think you'd better calm down, sport," I told him, "so you don't
re-injure anything.  You do want to get out of here and go home with
me, don't you?"

"You bet I do," Bryce confirmed.

He did calm down a bit after I'd told him that, but he was just too
excited to completely control himself.  Bryce and I were both thrilled by
this news, so it was kind of hard to contain our emotions at that point.
My lawyer knew this and added one more bit of information.

"And Kyle, that other issue will also be handled in a couple of months,"
he informed me.

"What other issue?" Bryce demanded.  "What are you guys talking
about?  Tell me.  Please?"

"Oh, just another matter I asked our lawyer to take care of for me," I
informed him, without going into detail.

"About me?" Bryce wanted to know.

"No, it's not about you," I replied, honestly.

"Then what's it about?" he insisted.  "I want to know, so please tell me
what you're talking about."

"Man, you sure are nosy," I teased.  "I'm not sure I want someone that
nosy to be around me all of the time."

I gave him a once over, like I was trying to size him up, and he got
annoyed with me.

"Uncle Kyle, will you stop teasing me?" he whined.  "Just tell me what it
is about."

"Nothing you need to be concerned with," I informed him.  "Anyway,
are you still sure you want to come live with me?"

"YES!" he screamed, without hesitation.

Now, he was absolutely glowing and let the other issue drop.  I'm not
sure if he forgot about it momentarily, but he didn't say anything more
about it.  Therefore, the three of us chatted about other things for a
while longer, with the lawyer telling me I'd have to come to his office to
sign some papers and such to finalize the agreement, but when the
doctor came in, my lawyer said goodbye and left.

"Anyone here want to go home?" the doctor asked, once my lawyer had
exited the room.

"I do!" Bryce yelled out.

The doctor smiled at the both of us when this happened.

"Well, I don't see any reason you can't" he informed Bryce, "as long as
you promise to take it easy for the rest of this week and next.  That
means no rough stuff or horseplay, and absolutely no physical exertion.
You also have to get plenty of rest, eat regular meals and drink lots of
liquids.  If you will promise me that you will do all of those things and
can deal with all of my restrictions, then I'll discharge you today."

"I promise!  Really, I do," Bryce yelled out, without giving the doctor a
chance to say more.

His physician merely nodded and left the room.  A couple of minutes
later, a nurse came in with paperwork for me to sign.  It took another
thirty minutes or so before everything was cleared up and an orderly
brought a wheelchair into the room, so he could take Bryce down to the
main entrance, where I'd pick him up.  Seeing I would need to go get
my car, I informed Bryce I'd be gone for a few minutes and then I'd
meet up with him again when the orderly took him down to the main
lobby.  By the time I pulled up, Bryce and the orderly were already
waiting for me.

I helped Bryce into the car, while making sure not to jostle either of his
casts, and he immediately began to pester me again about what the
lawyer had said earlier.  He was just dying to know what we had been
talking about.

"Just have patience, Bryce," I suggested.  "You'll find out in time, when
you need to know about it, but not before."

"Man, I hate that word," he shot back.

"I know you do, but that doesn't change anything," I offered.  "You still
need to learn patience."

"Fine!  Whatever," he stated, annoyed.

The minute we got in the house, Bryce started in on me with his next
request.

"I want you to keep your promise to me now," he insisted.

"Not yet, little man," I informed him.  "You heard what the doctor said.
No physical exertion for a week.  We will do that, but only after you've
recovered completely."

"But you promised," he whined.

"And I intend to keep that promise," I agreed, "but you'll just have..."

Bryce cut me off.

"I know, I just have to have patience," he deadpanned.  "Man, I hope I
never hear that word again."

After saying this, he flashed me a disgusted expression and I almost
burst out laughing when I saw it.  Seeing me starting to grin, he shot me
his mean look, which said 'Don't you dare laugh at me,' so I bit my
tongue and held it in.

"When can we do it then?" he demanded.

This time he was almost pleading when he asked.

"As soon as the doctor gives you the ok for physical exertion," I
explained.  "Does that meet with your approval?"

"I guess it will have to," he sneered.  "I just need patience."

After making that snide remark, to mock my insistence that he needed
to learn patience, he shot me another look, which was kind of a mixture
between disgust and 'I gotcha.'  I easily understood what he was trying
to tell me and how he was feeling.

That night, I babied Bryce and did everything I could to help him,
which included waiting on him, hand and foot.  I had dinner delivered
to the house and then I even fed him.  I explained that it would help him
learn patience by doing this at my pace and not his usual hectic
gobbling down his meal.  This caused him to glare at me again, but we
both enjoyed me doing this for him.

Even though I think this might have made him feel like a smaller child
at first, I also believe he appreciated the fact that I wanted to do this for
him.  I'm not sure if he could remember anyone else ever taking care of
him in this fashion, so I think he appreciated that I would do something
for him that no one else had.  For my part, this allowed me a brief
opportunity to see what it might have been like if I'd raised him since
birth, so I ended up enjoying doing this for him as well.

After dinner I carried him into the living room and he sat on my lap the
entire time as we watched television.  I even carried him to the toilet
when he needed to use it, but then he made me fish his penis out for him
and hold it while he peed.  He thought doing that was a riot, but I didn't
mind it either.  I was just relishing having him home again.

When bedtime rolled around, Bryce wanted me to give him a bath, but I
reminded him that he couldn't get his casts wet.  He asked if there was a
way we could do it and still keep them dry, and I told him the only way
that I knew how to do it would be if I gave him a sponge bath.  He
immediately wanted to know what that was, so I told him it was what
the nurses had done to clean him up while he was in the hospital.  He
told me that he hadn't liked them do that for him, but he wouldn't mind
if I did it now.  For some reason, he wanted me to do this in the tub
though, so I placed him in it, without any water of course.

After drawing a basin of warm water and setting in on the lid of the
toilet, I began to wash him.  I started with his face and neck, before
working my way down his chest and uninjured arm, and then I washed
his back, down to his waist.  I temporarily skipped the next part of his
anatomy and chose to wash the leg without the cast next.  Then, I moved
back to his midsection.  He had already popped a boner before I got to
this area, so he just sat there grinning at me.

"Could you help me out with that too?" he asked, flashing me a devilish
grin in the process.

"And what if I said no?" I countered.

"You can't," he stated, with an air of confidence.  "You promised you'd
do whatever I wanted.  Remember?"

"Yes, I remember promising that, but it doesn't mean you can take
advantage of my offer," I responded.

"I'm not taking advantage, but I am using it to get what I want," he
stated, smugly.

"I don't think there's a difference," I suggested.

"Yes, there is," he disagreed.  "I won't be taking advantage of you, cuz I
know you want to do it for me too."

After saying this, he looked up at me and grinned, since he knew I
probably couldn't disagree with his statement.  Rather than say
anything else, I began to rub the surface of his raging hard-on and
massaged his scrotum with the washcloth at the same time, so Bryce
reclined backward and rested against the incline of the tub, while giving
gave me complete access to his groin.  He allowed me to do whatever I
wished with him and looked so peaceful and contented as I bathed the
areas that made him a boy.

I could tell he was enjoying my ministrations, so now I put the tiny piece
of material aside and began to jack on his rigid rod in earnest, knowing
he was longing for that final explosion.  I pumped away on him, but not
in a rushed fashion, because I wanted to draw this out a little longer and
make it last as long as I could.  He was moaning like a ghost performing
a haunting, since he had waited much longer for this to happen than he
wished.  Now, he just gave in to the wonderful feelings he was getting
from my ministrations and let them wash over his entire body.

I used my other hand to massage and tweak his nipples, as my right
hand slid up and down his erect shaft.  While I continued to stroke him
and watch him squirm in delight, I thought about who he was and what
I was doing.  He was still a boy, but with the sexual history of a man.
He was smooth and virginal, yet as experienced as a seasoned pro.  He
was innocent and dependent, yet he could take care of himself if he had
to.  Here I was with this contradiction of terms stretched out before me
and doing things to him I would never have imagined, yet I had a strong
desire to do even more than this with him.  Man, how did I get myself
into this situation?

I continued to pump his organ, which had been growing into man-sized
proportions since we'd first met.  I rub the head and the slit with my
thumb as I did so and tried to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly
could.  I think I was now beginning to admit to myself just how much I
loved him, and in what ways, so I wanted to make everything I did for
him the very best.  Now, I wanted to bring him the best orgasm of his
young life.

Once I had made that decision, I picked up the pace, since I could tell he
was at that point where the rest of the world didn't exist for him any
longer, and he really began to groan.  Suddenly, his body stiffened, and
he thrust his hips upward, before a stream of thin, clear liquid shot
from his hose.  The first volley left a trail across his stomach, while the
second fell onto his scattered pubes, and then the last few drops merely
oozed over my thumb and fingers, before continuing to yield to the force
of gravity and sliding down the sides of his shaft.

Bryce was still breathing pretty heavily as he opened his eyes, and I
could immediately see they were glazed over.  I could tell he really
hadn't recovered from his climax yet, but as his eyes began to clear and
focus, he looked up at me and smiled.  This let me know that he
appreciated what I had just done for him.

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle," he told me, almost in a whisper, "that was really
great.  I hope we can do things like this all the time now."

"We'll have to see about that," I warned, "but I promise I won't say no
all of the time any more."

"Cool," he agreed.

After I clean up the mess and then dried Bryce off, I took him and laid
him on our bed, stark naked and completely satisfied.  I told him I had
to go in and take my shower now and he didn't complain.  When I
returned from doing that, several minutes later, I crawled into bed
beside him and he scooted over, so he could snuggle up against me.  We
then watched a little more TV before turning in.

As I was dozing off, Bryce lifted the arm with the cast on it and I felt it
when he draped it across my chest.  I could tell he was also trying to use
that hand to explore my body, but the cast proved to be too restrictive
for him to be successful.  Frustrated, he sat up and threw back the
sheet, so he could explore me physically with his good arm.  I let him
have his fun too and permitted him to do whatever he wanted to me, so
a few minutes later he was bringing me the same type of pleasure that I
had brought to him in the tub.

I loved the feel of his small, smooth hand as it explored my sensitive
areas, but that was nothing when compared to the feel on his slender
fingers lovingly caressing my manhood, as he worked on it.  He did such
a tremendous job as he did this and lifted me to the heights of orgasmic
bliss.  He was awesome in his technique and knew what felt good to me,
and he did this to perfection.  Before long, my body was tingling, almost
to the point where I thought I might implode, and then my cock began
to spew those thick, creamy strings of love juice all over my body, along
with his hand and arm, because of the way he was positioned.

After I had released the last of my load, Bryce licked it off of his arm,
and then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean as
well.  He made a big show of doing this and acted as if it were an ice
cream treat.  After watching him finish, I hopped out of bed and
grabbed the towel I'd used after my shower, so I could clean the rest off
of my body and his.  When I'd finished doing that, I turned off the TV
and then we cuddled together and fell asleep.  We both realized this was
only the first night of sexual pleasure we would enjoy with each other
from now on, because I'd made him a promise and I won't go back on
my word.

The next week actually went by quite quickly for both of us.  Bryce
continued to get stronger, as his body healed, and we continued to enjoy
being together again.  We continued to mess around a little throughout
the week, but we didn't do a great deal, and of course I hadn't yet
acceded to his demands concerning anal intercourse.  Even though he
didn't want to, he was being patient, at least for Bryce.  Actually, I was
impressed with his newly found ability and was amazed that he was
doing as well as he was.  However, the night before he was scheduled to
go back for his next check-up, he did push me a little harder to give in.

"Uncle Kyle, are you sure we just can't do it tonight?" he pleaded.

"Not until the doctor gives you the ok," I explained.

"Yeah, like he's going to say 'It's ok for you to have sex now, Bryce," he
mocked.

"Well, he won't say it exactly like that," I conceded, "but if he gives you
the go ahead for strenuous activities again, then you'll be all set."

"But I have been good, and I haven't teased you all week, so don't you
think you can do this for me?" he pleaded.

"I know you've been very good, and I'm extremely proud of you, so
don't spoil it now," I replied.  "You've actually shown me you've
learned to have some of that word you despise so much."

"Don't say it!" he warned.

"I won't, but you know what I mean," I added.

"I do, but I hate hearing that word," he confessed.  "Uncle Kyle, you
know I really want to do this with you, don't you?"

"After all the begging you've done, I certainly know that's what you
want to do, but what if I do something else for you tonight," I offered,
"something that will still get you off and satisfy you for now.  Would
that make you happy?"

"I suppose so," he agreed, less than enthusiastically.

He didn't look happy, but I settled for what he was willing to agree to.  I
knew he wouldn't be completely satisfied until he got exactly what he
wanted, but I was hoping this would hold him over for now, at least
until the doctor cleared him and we could do what he really desired.  I
took a few minutes to close up the house first, before I carried him up to
my room, and then I removed all of his clothes and began to kiss him all
over.

When I moved up from paying homage to his chest and neck, I gave him
a very passionate kiss on the lips.  I even snaked my tongue into his
mouth and let it slide all across his tongue and explore the inside of his
oral cavity.  As my tongue withdrew, his followed mine into my mouth,
so I began to suck on it, much the same as I planned to do later on his
penis.

This activity was really turning Bryce on and he seemed to be enjoying
my attention, so now I moved down to his neck again and nibbled on it
as I went along.  Suddenly, he began to squirm below me and started to
laugh.

"Uncle Kyle, your whiskers tickle," he told me, in between giggles.

"Oh, they do, do they?" I mocked.  "Then let's see how you like this."

At this point, I began to rub my stubble against his neck and he began
to squirm even more, until he eventually began to laugh aloud.

"Stop, Uncle Kyle, it really tickles," he whined.

He was squirming about on the bed now, so I rubbed my cheeks over
anything I could -- his face, neck and chest, as I worked my way lower.
He was laughing hysterically as I did this.

"Uncle Kyle, stop!  Don't do that any more.  Pleeeeeze!" he choked out,
in between giggles.

Now, my fingers began to work into his flesh, as I kneaded and tickled
those sensitive areas that would make him squirm and giggle even more.

"Stop, please.  You just made me pee a little," he shouted, as his eyes
bulged from their sockets.

"What?  Isn't this the guy who told me stuff like that didn't happen?" I
asked, rhetorically.

He merely glared at me.

"Ok, so I was wrong, but don't keep doing it and make me pee more,"
he whimpered.

I gave him a break and allowed him to catch his breath and settle down
a bit, and then I carried him into my bathroom.  Along the way, he
began to chew me out.

"Uncle Kyle, that wasn't fair and it wasn't nice," he informed me, while
pouting.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to do something now to make up for it.
Right?" I asked, as I raised my eyebrows up and down.

He smiled at me and I could see the hope in his eyes.

"Yeah, you'd better," he warned.

"Well, it's not what you're thinking, but we'll see how you like this too,"
I confessed.

After I put him on the floor and he had a chance to empty his bladder, I
lifted him up again and carried him back to my bed.  As soon as he was
on the mattress, I bent over his body and began to let my tongue slide
over one of his nipples, then the other.  Then, I began to suckle on each
of them, one at a time.  Bryce started to squirm beneath me again, as
soon as I started doing this, and I'm sure he was thinking that this was
meant to torture him even more, but then he gave in to the pleasurable
sensations he was starting to feel.  Suddenly, I saw him relax and close
his eyes as he settled in to enjoy what I was doing to him.  I played with
each of his nipples for several more minutes, until the nubs were as
erect as they could possibly get, and then I worked my way down his
chest, until I reached his belly button.

Once I was poised over his navel, I flicked my tongue inside and around
it, which caused him to wiggle some more, so I knew that must have
tickled him a bit too.  From there, I slid a little lower and licked around
his private parts, but without touching them, and then I worked my way
over the inner thigh of the leg not in the cast.  After I had paid sufficient
attention there, I moved up and began to lick the underside of his ball
sack.  This caused Bryce to squirm some more, but his little soldier was
standing at attention already, so I could see he was enjoying this.  Now,
I took his entire scrotum into my mouth and moved his little marbles
around with my tongue, before licking them as vigorously as I could.
Bryce was audibly moaning at this point, with his head swaying from
side to side, and now I moved up toward his piece de resistance.

He knew where I was heading, and he was beginning to gasp and moan,
even before I got there.  When I ran my tongue along the sides of his
stiff shaft and swirled it around his sensitive glans, I thought his hips
were going to catapult his body off of the bed.  He kept trying to thrust
it into my mouth, as I flicked my tongue into the tiny slit at the tip, but I
resisted.  Instead, I continued teasing that tiny slit, which caused Bryce
to let out a very loud moan, like I'd hit a very sensitive area, so I made
another journey around the exterior of his fleshy rod.   After I did that,
I opened my mouth and let it slide completely over and down that
marvelous piece of meat.

Bryce gasped and cooed, as I enveloped his penis totally within my hot
mouth, and I began to suck on it and bob up and down its length.  I used
my tongue to bring him as much additional stimulation as I could and
ran it along the underside of the shaft and flicked it at the flange on my
way up, so Bryce was dramatically bucking his hips to match my efforts.
It didn't take him long before he arched his back and then his whole
body began to stiffen, as I felt those warm spurts of liquid hitting the
lining of my throat.  I continued to suck on his bursting dam, until I had
coaxed the last droplets from within, and then I let his penis slip from
my mouth.

Bryce collapsed onto the mattress and looked as if he were in a trance.
His eyes were glazed, his breathing uneven and his mouth hung open.
Finally, when he'd recovered enough to lift his head, he spoke to me.

"Oh, Uncle Kyle, I love you sooooo much," he gushed.

"Well, I love you too, sport," I assured him.

"I know, but you do things that make me feel good and you don't do
them just for yourself," he acknowledged.  "Nobody else has ever done
that for me.  They only wanted me to make them feel good, but you
want me to feel good too.  I hope I can spend my whole life here with
you."

"Well, I hope so too," I agreed.

After I said that, I pulled Bryce against me and lovingly caressed his
small body against mine, as I stroked his hair, face and chest.  I also
planted light, little kisses all over his face as I did so.  He made a
comment about doing something for me, but I told him that could wait.
He gave in and then let his body melt against mine again, as I listened to
his breathing slow slightly.  Before I knew it, he was asleep.  I held him
tightly against me until I fell asleep too, and that's the way we spent the
rest of the night.

The next morning, I awoke and found Bryce hovering over me, staring
at my face.  At first I wasn't sure what he was doing, but then he smiled
at me.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," he told me.

"Why, what difference would that make, unless you're hungry?" I
challenged.

"Only a little, but that's not why I was hoping you'd wake up," he
stated.  "I just love looking at you, but I like it more when you're awake
and we can do things together."

"Well, I'm not sure we'll be doing any of those things today, if that's
what you are hoping for," I informed him.

"I don't mean just sex things," he explained.  "I like doing everything
with you."

"That's nice to know and I like doing everything with you too," I
agreed.

He smiled at me and then put his head down on my chest.

"Man, I didn't think I would ever be this lucky or happy," he told me,
and I could tell he meant every word of it.

In response, I hugged him tightly, because I understood exactly what he
was saying and I felt the same way.

When we finally got out of bed, I helped him dress and then I carried
him downstairs and fixed him a big breakfast.  His doctor's
appointment wasn't for a couple more hours, so that would give us time
to just be alone for a little while longer.  After we ate, I carried him to
the computer, so he could show me what he'd been doing on his class
work.  He had really been making good progress and was doing
excellent work, but he also passed the little oral exam I gave him, as we
went over everything he'd studied.  I think he was only working this
hard because he wanted to please me, so I heaped the praise upon him
to let him know that I was proud of his accomplishments.  This seemed
to do the trick, so I knew he'd continue to work this hard.  It also helped
to make the minutes pass quickly, so now it was time for us to leave.

When we got to the doctor's office, we were eventually led into an
examination room, where we waited for the doctor to arrive.  It wasn't
very long before he came in and he seemed genuinely pleased to see us
again.

"You both look well and quite happy this morning," he began.  "Bryce
certainly looks a great deal better than the last few times I saw him.
How are you feeling today, Bryce?"

"Great, except for my arm and leg," Bryce informed him.  "When will
the casts come off?"

"Well, that's up to the orthopedist, but I suspect it will take a couple
more weeks before they come off," he suggested.  "In the meantime, let
me check out your other injuries."

The doctor then started examining Bryce's head and face, before he
checked out his torso and limbs.  When he finished his cursory
examination, he gave us his verdict.

"As soon as those casts come off, you'll be as good as new.  You're a
very lucky boy," the doctor stated, as he gave Bryce a wink.

"I know, but that's because I have my Uncle Kyle," Bryce replied, as he
gave the doctor a wink back.

"And how is that going?" the doctor followed up.  "Are you two getting
along all right?"

"We're getting along better than all right," Bryce announced.  "I've
never been so happy, even if he makes me do all that school work over
summer vacation."

The doctor smiled at this news.

"Well, he must think you have some catching up to do on your studies,
or he wouldn't be making you do it," the doctor informed him.

"I know, but he sure can be tough," Bryce argued.

"So you don't want to stay with him any more?" The doctor asked.
"Has DSS made their decision yet?"

I'm not sure if the doctor asked this because he actually thought that
Bryce might have changed his mind, or if he was just teasing him.
Either way he got his response.

"The lawyer already told us that they're going to let me stay with Uncle
Kyle and I don't ever want to leave him.  I love living with him," Bryce
answered, emphatically.

"I'm glad to hear that and I didn't think you'd want to be separated,"
the doctor told him, while winking at me.  "I just thought I'd check
though, to make sure you hadn't changed your mind, since he was
making you do all of that homework."

"That will never happen," Bryce said, defiantly.  "Uncle Kyle and me
are a team now and I'm going to stay with him forever."

"Well, that's a very long time," the doctor stated.  "Don't you think you
might change your mind someday?"

"Nope.  Uncle Kyle is taking care of me now, so when he gets older, then
I'll take care of him," Bryce announced.  "It would only be fair if I did
that."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic," the doctor conceded.  "It seems
you've got this all worked out and I think you and your Uncle Kyle are
very lucky to have each other."

Bryce was aglow now.

"Yep, but I'm the luckiest of all," he announced, and the doctor merely
nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, do you have any other questions for me?" the doctor wanted to
know.

I could see Bryce's expression turned serious now and I could tell the
old wheels where beginning to turn in his head.

"Yeah, can I do whatever I want now?" Bryce wanted to know.

"Let's see," the doctor said, looking him over.  "I guess as long as it
doesn't involve that arm or that leg," he pointed at the two casts as he
said this, "then I guess you're well enough to do just about anything
else.  Does that sound fair to you?"

"Oh, yeah," Bryce announced, and then he looked over at me and
flashed a wicked grin.

I knew exactly what he was thinking at this point, but neither of us said
anything.  The thing was, now I had no more excuses to use to put him
off.

We left the doctor's office and went to the car, with Bryce riding on my
back.  He had his good arm wrapped over my shoulder and across my
chest, as he held on to the cast on his other arm, so he wouldn't fall off.
We got a wide range of smiles from nearly everyone we passed along the
way, as they saw how much fun we were having and how happy we
were.  It was nice to elicit this kind of reaction from total strangers.

On the way home, Bryce brought up the sex topic, as I knew he would,
so I was forced to deal with that issue again.

"Uncle Kyle," he began, "there's nothing to stop us from making love
now, so can we do it when we get home?"

"Well, you haven't done anything like that in quite a while," I told him,
in order to check his resolve.  "Are you sure you still can or that you
still want to?"

"Of course I do," he replied, without hesitation.  "You can stretch me a
little with your fingers first, if you think you should, but I don't think
there will be any problems.  Besides, you promised me."

"I know I did, and I'm not going back on my word," I assured him, "but
I just wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind."

"I haven't," he told me, grinning from ear to ear, "and I can't wait to
make love with you.  You've got to agree, I have been patient."

"Yes, I will agree with that, but I thought you didn't ever want to hear
that word again," I teased, "but I have been very impressed with the
fact that you're growing up and learning a little self-control.  I'm proud
of you."

"That's the last time I want to hear it, but I'm glad that you are proud
of me," he announced, with a smirk, "but I'm just really happy that
we're finally going to do this,"

I could only smile in response.