Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 02:06:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chapter 20

Throw Away Kid - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 20 -- Making New Friends.

The rest of the summer would prove to be a great deal of fun for us,
because we didn't have to worry about being seen out in public any
longer.  This meant we were much more relaxed and could do whatever
we wanted, so now I just needed to come up with a way so that I'd have
more free time to spend with Bryce. To that end, I gave my secretary
another promotion and made her my new office manager, which of
course was accompanied by another raise.

When I created this new position, I gave her nearly complete charge of
the daily affairs of the business while I was away from the office, and
with her overseeing those responsibilities, I handled the remaining
details from home.  This allowed me the opportunity to focus on Bryce,
so I could make sure he was enjoying just being a kid for once in his life.
I only went into the office whenever my office manager called and told
me there were papers that I needed to sign personally, but that didn't
happen very often.  I didn't even have to go in to sign the checks any
longer, because I had made it possible for her to machine sign both the
payroll and other checks.

The first thing Bryce and I did with our new 'free time' was to begin
our summer vacation by taking a bike trip together.  We stored what
things we would need to take with us into backpacks, although I also
took plenty of cash and my credit cards along to pay for things as we
went, and then we set out with no destination in mind.  I figured we
would merely stop wherever we found something of interest to see or do
and stay at a motel wherever we were at the time, and we'd keep our
bicycles in the room with us, so they wouldn't get stolen.  Our nights
would be spent just loving each other, but that doesn't mean we would
always be having sex.  Most of the time we planned on merely enjoying
being together, so I expected there would be a lot of cuddling, hugging
and kissing taking place.

On the day we set out on this trip, I asked Bryce which direction he
wanted to go, but he wasn't sure.  After he asked me what was out
there, I was honest and told him I didn't know, but it didn't really
matter, because we'd discover that as we went along.  I advised him to
just pick a direction and then start pedaling, because I would follow him
and then we'd soon discover what was waiting for us out there.  I think
he liked this idea, although he was worried he would pick the wrong
direction, so he was extremely thoughtful before deciding which way we
would go.  He stood in one spot and rotated a full 360-degrees, so he
could look in every direction first, as he tried to get an idea of where he
might like to head.  Finally, he made up his mind and told me what he'd
decided.

"We've never gone this way before, so let's try it," and that's how our
adventure began.

I followed behind Bryce and allowed him to make all of the decisions.
We would ride side by side in areas where there wasn't much traffic,
but at other times I would merely follow along behind him.  He was
really enjoying this, but not only because he was in control of what we
did.  He was also reveling in the fact that he no longer had to hide or
worry about who saw him.  He'd had to do that when he was staying at
the factory, but unfortunately he'd also had to do it when he lived with
me too, after we were told that DSS was searching for him and planned
to take him away from me.  Now, all of that was behind us and he was
happy and carefree.

We continued to travel like this until it neared lunchtime and then I
suggested we stop to pick something up to eat.  Seeing there wasn't
much around to chose from, we ended up stopping at a small country
store.  After looking around, we asked them to make us a couple of subs,
using the meats from their deli case, and then we grabbed a couple of
cold drinks each.  One was to wash down the meal and the other for
later, so we wouldn't dehydrate on this warm day.  After getting back
on our bikes, we rode off to look for a place to eat.  Soon, we discovered
a nice secluded spot by a little brook, so we pulled off the road and had
a picnic lunch while sitting on the bank.

Bryce wanted to swim, but the water wasn't nearly deep enough for
that, so we did what we could and took off our shoes and socks, so we
could wade in the water and let it cool and soothe our aching feet.  We
stayed there for almost an hour, before we decided it was time to move
along, and then we pedaled off to find something new to investigate.
Bryce was the one to select our next destination, when he pointed out a
sign we were passing that read, 'Transportation Museum 1 mile ahead.'
When he saw this, he yelled back to me that he wanted to go there, so I
merely nodded, to let him know that was fine with me.  After getting my
tacit approval, we rode on until we located it.

It was a semi-isolated country museum, which was housed in what
appeared to be an old factory or warehouse, but it had quite an
assortment of things to see.  As we were going inside, I suddenly
remembered that I'd heard others mention this place before, but I had
never visited it, because I wasn't exactly sure where it was located.  By
chance we had found it, so I was going to make sure I got to see
everything it had to offer.

This place had a vast assortment of nearly every mode of transportation
that had been used from the 1800's on up, including several horse-
drawn carriages, an old stagecoach and a covered wagon.  There was
also a collection of old bicycles, from one with no pedals (the Walking
Machine), another with the pedals attached directly to the front wheel
(the Velocipede or Boneshaker), to the one with the large front wheel
and the tiny rear wheel (the High Wheel Bicycle), and several more
recent editions, from the 30s to the 90s.  They even a bicycle built for
two, which Bryce thought we should have used for our journey, but I
told him they weren't built for the type of trip we were taking.  Even
after my explanation, he still said he thought it would have been a lot
more fun and a neat thing to do.

After viewing those items, we perused their motorized collection next,
starting with a pair of what looked to be among the first cars ever
produced.  They also had cars from each decade since that time,
beginning with a Model-A, a Model- T, and at least one model from
every decade since then, up until the 1980's.  They also had a bus from
the 1940's and a handful of older motorcycles (from a bicycle with a
motor attached, an Indian and an old Harley-Davidson) to round out
their collection.  We also saw a steam locomotive, a diesel train and a
modern train engine, along with an old caboose, a Pullman sleeping car
and an electric cable car.

We found our time there to be quite enlightening and Bryce had a blast
climbing around on the items he was allowed to do this on, since he
wanted to experience each item in as many ways as he could.  It was fun
watching him pretend he was traveling on one of those ancient vehicles,
and then he would tell me where he thought he was off to and how long
it would take him to get there.  It was as if his history lessons and his
imagination had come together, as he came up with his own way of
experiencing what life would have been like many years ago, long before
he was even born.

Bryce continued to have a good time doing this for longer than I would
have ever suspected, but I didn't want to interrupt his fun, so I let him
continue on for as long as he liked.  Once he was done, we left the
museum and continued our journey, but now we were looking for a
place to stay for the night.  It wasn't very long before we happened
upon a little, out of the way motel and I inquired about a room.  I got
one with a double bed and I was surprised to learn that the room also
had its own toilet and shower, which I hadn't expected.  This place
seemed to be a leftover relic of those family-owned motels of the 40's,
50's and early 60's, when you were simply given a room, but the toilet
and shower facilities were housed in a separate building.  Obviously, the
owners had updated this facility, to make it more appealing to those
who were looking for overnight accommodations today.

After we put our things in the room, we walked to a small diner that
was located just a short distance down the road from the motel and we
ordered our dinner.  The amount of food we got for the price was
unbelievable and the meal was also very tasty.  I guess the day's
workout had made Bryce famished, because the kid really packed the
chow away, but I guess I didn't do so poorly at it myself.

When we finished eating, we went back to our room and I felt I needed
to shower before I went to bed.  I hopped in the old tub and drew the
curtain forward, and then I turned on the water and began to adjust it.
Just as I was just wetting my body down, the curtain opened quite
unexpectedly and Bryce stepped in to join me.  He didn't say a word,
but just grinned at me, so I began to lather up, just as if he weren't
there.

He took the soap from me when I was finished and did the same, and
then we both shampooed our hair.  He kept close to me, although we
didn't intentionally touch each other during this time and we did
nothing of a sexual nature.  After we finished rinsing off, we used our
towels to get dry. before going back into the other room.  I walked over
and lay on the bed, turned on the small TV with the remote and then I
let Bryce find a movie he wanted to watch.  After that, we just chilled
out together.  When the movie ended, Bryce told me how much fun he'd
had today and thanked me doing this for him, and then we cuddled
together and went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up early, walked over to the diner again
and had a big breakfast.  When we got back, we gathered up our things,
checked out and were on our way.  Unfortunately, there didn't seem to
be much to do along our route during this stretch, but it was lovely day,
so we enjoyed the weather and rode straight through until lunchtime.
Actually, we ended up having a late lunch by the time we found a place
to pick something up and that only happened when we entered a small
village along the way.  We ordered something to take with us and then
we rode over to the local school grounds and ate, while sitting beside the
athletic fields.  There was a small group of adolescents and older teens
playing soccer at the time, so we watched them while we chowed down.
After we finished our meal, a couple of the boys came over and asked if
we wanted to join them.

We explained that we'd never really played soccer, so we weren't very
good at the sport, but they said it was just a fun game and it would be
better with more than the six on six they had now.  Bryce and I decided
to give it a try and we actually enjoyed ourselves while playing.  We
must have continued, off and on, for nearly two hours but no one kept
score.  The other boys finally put me in goal, because I got so winded
and couldn't stop using my hands, so that's how I managed to last for so
long.  When they finally decided to quit, we thanked them for the fun
time and then we got on our bikes and left the area, as we continued to
look for whatever else would come along next.

By the time we found a motel it was getting late, but luckily there was
also an oriental carry out place across the street.  After checking in, we
went over there, made our selections and took the food back to our
room, where we ate.  Bryce didn't say much while we were doing this,
but he became very loving once we were done with our meal and let me
know that he wanted a little physical attention tonight.

As soon as I finished my last bite, he came over, sat on my lap and
started planting kisses all over my face, before he tried to ram his
tongue down my throat.  While he was doing this, I could feel him lifting
my shirt and he began rubbing my chest, so I knew where this was
heading.  I told him we'd probably better shower first, before we did
anything, since we had been hot and sweaty after our bike ride and
playing soccer.  He liked this idea and jumped off my lap, grabbed my
hand and dragged me toward the bathroom.

We undressed ourselves, instead of undressing each other, but we only
did this to save time.  Once we were in the shower, however, Bryce
announced that he didn't want us to merely bathe NEXT to each other.
Instead, he wanted us to wash each other, so I gave him the choice as to
which order we would do this in.  He didn't even have to stop and think
about this and he quickly stated he would wash me first.

Lovingly, he lathered up my body with those soft, delicate hands of his
and I totally enjoyed this.  He had the most wonderful and gentle touch,
which was feather light, and his smooth skin felt like silk, as his hands
glided over my flesh.  He made sure he lathered up every part of my
body, and when he finished doing his thing, I returned the favor.  I tried
to not only wash him, but I also massaged various parts of his body at
the same time, as I attempted to work the kinks out of his tired muscles.
By the time we were done with our shower, we were both very horny
and he quickly announced what he wanted to happen next.

"Uncle Kyle, could you make love to me while I'm lying on my back, so
we can kiss at the same time?" he asked, sweetly.

"Is that what you want, sport?" I asked, to be sure.

"Yep, it sure is," he agreed.

After saying this, he flashed me that all too familiar grin of his, the one
he gave me each time he was trying to coax me into giving him his own
way.

"Well, we haven't done anything for a couple of days, so I don't see any
reason why not," I agreed.

This was all the encouragement he needed, so he jumped up and threw
his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs around my waist and
ground his already hardening dick into my belly.  I carried him over to
the bed and then laid him down, so his butt was right at the side of the
bed, and then I leaned forward to kiss him.

I'd placed him like this so I could keep most of my weight on my legs, in
order to avoid possibly crushing him tonight.  I knew I was tired and
this made me worry that I'd collapse on him after getting off, so doing it
this way was just a precaution.  Next, I grabbed the lube from my
backpack and had him pull his legs back to his chest, so I could grease
up his hole and stretch him thoroughly.  Then, I lubed up my erection
and placed it against his waiting puckered entrance, before I bent over
and began to kiss him some more.  While we were making out like this, I
gradually inched myself forward and guided my erect penis into his
beckoning tunnel of love, as I slowly penetrated my eager partner.

I heard him sigh as I entered him and he stared lovingly at my face the
entire time I was doing it.  As I watched him lying beneath me, all I
could think about was how much I truly loved this little rascal, and not
just because of the sex either.  I was just so grateful that he had come
into my life, because now my existence wasn't only about money and
success, it was about taking care of and loving another living being.  To
think back upon all of the various things that had to have happened to
bring us together, I knew that there must have been more than just luck
or fate that had made this happen.  There must have been some
powerful force involved, so if he was my gift from God, then I was a
truly blessed man.

When we started, Bryce had his legs resting on my shoulders, but then
he slid them down my body and wrapped them around my waist, after
I'd lifted my arms out of his way.  Very gently, Bryce pulled me toward
him with his legs, to encourage me to start our waltz of love, but then he
also used them to pull me tighter to him, before releasing me slightly, in
an attempt to establish the rhythm we would use.  I could have stayed
like this forever, without ever moving, because I just loved the feel of his
warm tissue squeezing my engorged member, but he was pressing for
me to do more.  At his urging, I began to rock back and forth, as I slid
my length in and out of his love chute, and he began to groan and wiggle
beneath me, as he attempted to do his part in this tender mating ritual.
One thing I had to admit about Bryce was that he wasn't a passive
lover, but he wasn't overly aggressive either.  He did just enough to
make me want to do more for him, without being so overpowering that
it turned me off.

Throughout our brief time together, we had been concerned about
others finding out about our sexual encounters, so we learned to be
fairly quiet when we made love.  It wasn't as though Bryce was a
screamer or anything like that, nor would he unleash a string of vulgar
comments or commands for me to follow.  Instead, our communication
was wordless, because I had learned what each of his little grunts,
moans, sighs and whimpers meant.  They let me know if I was hurting
him, when my penis grazed his prostate, if I was igniting his fires and
even when he was about to cum.  Following these signals, I did my best
to please him as much as I possibly could and then I watched him react
to my efforts.  Don't get me wrong, I loved everything about this too and
I got my own share of rewards from our intimate times together, but
while we were making love, I was focused solely on Bryce and tried to
give him the full benefit of whatever meager skills I possessed.

Tonight turned out to be one of our longer sessions, possibly because all
of our physical exertion over the past few days had given us increased
stamina, but neither of us was going to complain about it.  We had been
engaged in this effort much longer than any of our previous sessions,
but finally Bryce began to pant, so I realized he was getting close and
knew I wasn't far behind.  I was masturbating his adolescent dick for
him, while I was pounding his ass, and I always tried to work it so we
would come at about the same time.  I knew that wouldn't happen
today, since he was much closer to the brink than I was, so I tried to
slow my stimulation of his rod, as I sped up my own rhythm, in order to
bring us closer into sync.  It didn't totally work out as I intended and I
soon began to feel his body tense up, while at the same time his
breathing almost stopped.  He made a little grunt, just before his thin
jets of warm liquid sprayed from his cock, splashed against my chest
and then dripped onto his body.

Once Bryce had begun to ejaculate, his rectal muscles contracted and
made the friction on my love muscle even greater, so this caused me to
reach my own climax sooner.  As my own dam burst and I flooded his
bowels with my hot baby-making fluids, I began to make my own
guttural sounds, as I filled him with my love.  Now, we were both
panting and exhausted, so after a few more seconds had passed, I
collapsed on the bed next to him.

Over the next minute or so, our breathing began to slow and return to
its regular rhythm, and when we were breathing normally once more,
this spurred us to begin kissing each other again and again.  This time
our kissing was even more passionate than before and we couldn't seem
to get enough of each other.  When we finally took a break from this
show of affection, Bryce began to tell me how much he had enjoyed this
session.

"Oh, Uncle Kyle, that was really great!" he exclaimed.  "Can we do it
like that more often?"

"Bryce, you know it's always your choice," I reminded him.  "So if
that's what you want, then that's how it will be."

"Super!  I just love you so much," he added.

"And I love you too, but please don't confuse sex with love.  Love can
survive without sex, and sex can survive without love, so they are not
the same thing.  I just hope you can understand that."

"I do, and I love you, but I love what we do too," he confirmed.

"Ok, as long as you know the difference." I agreed.

We didn't go to sleep right away after that and we continued to kiss,
touch each other and a talk a little more.  Bryce was just so bubbly and
verbose after our love making session that I thought we'd be up all
night, but eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms.  We were
completely satisfied and our lust was sated, at least for the moment, and
we were both so peaceful and happy that I wondered if things could
ever get any better.  If only life could always be this sweet.

The next morning, we got a late start before we set out again, because
we'd slept a little later than normal.  After grabbing a quick breakfast,
we continued pedaling in the same direction we had been going, but we
hadn't gone very far before we saw a small herd of horses grazing in a
field.  There were a couple of colts frolicking playfully with each other,
so Bryce wanted to stop and watch these young horses play.  As we sat
on our bikes and observed them merrily romping about, a guy in a
truck came by and stopped beside us.

"They're quite entertaining, aren't they?" he inquired.

"Yes, they're really kind of funny," Bryce told him.  "I wonder how old
they are?"

"They're nearly a year old now," he informed us.

"How do you know that?" Bryce asked, not knowing how a stranger
could have figured that out.

"They're mine, as are the other," the man answered.  "I own a small
ranch, not far from here, and have even more horses there.  Have you
ever ridden a horse before?"

"Yes, several times," Bryce responded, and then they both looked at me.

"No, I'm sorry.  I've never had the opportunity," I answered, "unless
you count the ponies that go around in a circle at carnivals.  I rode a few
of those when I was a kid."

I was kind of embarrassed after I'd admitted that, but neither of them
seemed to react poorly to my confession.

"Well, how would you two like to go riding with my son and me?" He
offered.  "I promised him yesterday that we'd go out for a bit today, and
the more the merrier, I always say."

"Wow!  You'd really let us go with you?" Bryce asked, astonished.
"But you don't even know us."

"True, but it's not a big deal.  We often take others out with us and the
horses need the exercise," he explained.  "If you're interested, we'd be
happy to have you join us, but that's entirely up to you."

Bryce looked at me and his face displayed that pleading expression of
his.

"Can we, Uncle Kyle?  Please?" he begged.

"Well, we're not in any hurry and I imagine riding a horse would be a
nice change from riding this bike," I agreed.

Bryce was super excited after hearing me say that and then the man
gave us directions on how to get to his house.  He told us that he'd go
and start getting everything ready, since he lived about three-quarters
of a mile up the road, and then he'd meet us there.  We thanked him for
his offer and told him we'd see him in a little while, before he drove off
and we followed in the same direction.  By the time we reached his
house, he and his son were leading four horses out of the corral, which
was located next to the barn.  His son looked to be around fourteen and
was quite a handsome lad.  He had a very solid body, probably from
doing a great deal of physical work on their little ranch, and he smiled
when he saw us pedal up the long driveway leading up to their place.

"Hi.  Are you the guys that are going to go riding with us?" he wanted
to know.

"I guess so, but only if you give me a quick lesson about what I'll need
to know first," I agreed.  "I've never done this before."

The boy quickly got up on his horse and gave me a hasty demonstration
about how to use the reins, how to use my knees and a short verbal
lesson on how to let the horse know what I wanted it to do.  He made it
very clear and it seemed simple enough, but once I got up in the saddle,
things suddenly got more complicated.  Fortunately, they had given me
a very gentle mare to ride, but the kid kept telling me I wasn't giving
her clear enough signals, so she didn't know what I wanted her to do.

This led to the horse and I doing a few unplanned spinning maneuvers,
before my mount started out in a direction that I didn't necessarily
want to go.  The kid came to my rescue, rode up beside me and grabbed
my horse's harness, so he could lead us back to where the others were
still waiting.  The boy said he'd ride beside me for a while, until I got the
hang of things, but I was actually hoping that he and Bryce would spend
some time together and get acquainted.  Bryce didn't have many boys
his own age to hang out with, so I thought this would be a perfect
opportunity for him to make a new friend.  Therefore, I hoped I would
get the hang of this quickly, so this could still happen.

The boy's father took the lead, with Bryce following behind the man,
and then the boy and I brought up the rear.  Bryce and I had no idea
what they had in store for us, but we eagerly followed their lead.  Bryce
was doing quite well on his horse and over time I began to do better too.
It was a lovely day and they were taking us on a very scenic tour of their
property, so other than the constant bouncing up and down in the
saddle, this experience was nearly perfect.  We traveled across fields,
rode up gently sloping hills, followed a trail through a wooded section
and then we finally came to a lovely, secluded pond, where we
dismounted and let the horses graze and drink.

"By the way, my name's Jim and my son is Troy," he began.  "What do
you think of my place so far?"

"I'm Kyle and that's Bryce, and your ranch is fantastic and larger than
I thought," I told him.  "You seem to have a great selection of the best
that nature has to offer here."

"Sure do and I just love this place," he stated.

"Pa, can we go swimming?" the kid asked his father.

"Well, Troy, I'm not sure this pair would be up for that," he answered.

He had a strange look on his face as he said this, so I wondered if there
was some sort of hidden meaning in his statement.

"Uncle Kyle and I swim all the time and it sounds like a great idea,"
Bryce responded.

The father stared at Bryce briefly, before he spoke.

"Look, son, I don't know how to put this tactfully or delicately," he
began, "but when we go swimming here, we don't wear anything.  My
son and I have just gotten used to doing it that way together."

"That's ok," Bryce announced, without looking at me for permission.
"Uncle Kyle and I do that in our pool all the time too."

Jim now had sort of a startled look on his face, but his son was beaming.
Either it was because he thought this meant he was going to get to swim
or possibly because he would see Bryce without his clothes on.  Either
way, he was happy.  Now, his father looked at me.

"It's your call," he told me.  "I don't think my son would have a
problem with doing this."

"Mine either," I answered.  "Like he said, we do this in our pool at
home."

Before we had a chance to say anything else, the two boys were already
off their horses and removing their clothing, although I wasn't sure if
they were in a hurry to swim or to see each other naked.  Jim and I took
a more leisurely approach and I kept glancing over the other pair, so I
could get a good look at his son.  I was surprised to see the boy was quite
well hung for his age and I'd estimate he was nearly six inches flaccid!
He was also cut and had a light brown, horseshoe pubic patch above it,
but he had a very well toned body to match.  I also watched Bryce when
he saw what this kid had.  His mouth dropped open and I thought his
eyes were going to pop right out of his head.  I heard Jim chuckle
slightly, when he noticed Bryce's reaction too.

"Seems like your boy isn't used to seeing someone quite that well hung,
is he?" he observed.  "It's in the genes and runs in our family."

After he made that comment, I couldn't resist and looked over, so I
could glance at his penis.  He was uncut, but probably seven or eight
inches flaccid, so I quickly understood what he was talking about.  The
unfortunate thing about this was that I was now a bit self-conscious
about my own manhood, almost like a young boy getting naked for the
first time with his older friends.

"Don't worry about it, because we aren't judgmental," Jim assured me,
almost as if he were reading my mind.  "We know we're blessed and we
don't make fun of others who aren't as well endowed.  We have areas
that we don't do quite as well as others, such as we both have had our
share of problems with schoolwork."

After saying this, he smiled and this helped to put me more at ease, so
we finished undressing and got in the water with the boys.

Other than swimming naked and then lying in the sun to dry afterward,
nothing else took place.  That kid was sure proud of his love muscle
though and almost seemed to be posing for us, so we could get a good
look at it whenever he was nearby.  I was sure curious about how big it
would get when it was hard, but that didn't happen, so I had to leave
that picture to my imagination.  After a couple of hours of enjoying all
of this, we decided it was time to get dressed again and head back in.

We let the boys ride up in front this time and the two of us followed
behind, so we could talk as we rode.  I learned that Jim's wife had died
a couple years before, of complications from having breast cancer, and
he and his son had been living on their own ever since.  He even asked
us to stay for supper and to spend the night, if we wanted.  I told him
that we'd stay to eat, but only if he'd let me help him fix the meal, and
when he agreed, I told him I'd have to talk to Bryce before I would
commit to anything else.

At that point, Jim spurred his horse forward, so he could catch up with
the boys, and soon Bryce was waiting for me to catch up with him.
Bryce did this because Jim had told him I wanted to speak with him, so
I explained about the offer.  Bryce quickly stated that he thought it
would be great to spend the night with them, so when we got back to
their house, I told our host that we had decided to accept his generous
offer.

Once we dismounted, I realized how sore my buttock had become from
bouncing up and down in the saddle, although some of that might have
also been due to the bike seat, but I now understood why so many
cowboys seemed to be bowlegged.  Riding a horse was really harder
than it looked and it took a lot more out of me too.  Once I had adjusted
to walking again, the father and I went into the house and began to
work on the meal, while the boys took the horses to the barn to unsaddle
and rub them down.

Jim and I got a chance to talk a bit while we were chopping vegetables,
cutting up the meat and preparing the various dishes, so I told him that
he and his son were welcome to visit us any time they liked.  After
discussing this in more depth for a few minutes, he revealed something
else.  He informed me that there were times when he was called out of
the area on business and on some of those occasions he couldn't take his
son with him, because it would interfere with Troy's schooling.  After
disclosing this information, he said he'd like to ask me a favor.  I wasn't
sure what it was going to be, but I urged him to continue, so he posed
his question.

What he wanted to know is if I'd agree to let his son stay with us every
now and then, whenever he had to go out of town on one of these trips.
At first, I was confused as to why he would ask us to do this, instead of
someone they knew locally, and I think he must have read my confusion,
because he went on to share some other details with me.  He explained
that Troy had taken the death of his mother very hard and became
fairly uncommunicative afterward.  Like a frightened or injured turtle,
he pulled into his shell and wouldn't discuss his feelings with anyone,
and this began to alienate him from his peers.

This happened because Troy didn't want to speak with them about his
mother's death and that question always came up, so he withdrew
socially from the others in his age group for about a year as well.  When
this happened, some of the children began to tease and make fun of him
and they even began calling Troy a zombie or referred to him as the
walking dead.  When Troy heard these comments, it mad him miserable
and pulled even deeper within his shell.  Since his father didn't realize
this was happening at the time, he had left Troy with some of the local
families when he went away, but the children where very cruel to Troy
and made his stay with them quite unbearable.  Jim stated that after he
found out about this, he didn't want to leave his son with any of these
people again, but he couldn't leave Troy alone either.  He said that's
why he was asking me to do this favor for him.

After hearing his story, I told him we would be happy to have Troy stay
with us, as long as he gave us enough prior notice, so I could make sure
we didn't have anything else going on.  I explained to him that I thought
this would also be good for Bryce and he'd benefit from having some
company closer to his own age from time to time.  That's when Jim
asked me about how Bryce had come to live with me, since he realized
Bryce wasn't my son.  I merely told him that Bryce was my nephew and
I had taken him in to live with me, due to some delicate and unusual
family problems.  He didn't pressure me for more details or a better
explanation, so I let the subject drop as well, since my explanation had
seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

We continued to work on the meal and then we waited for the boys to
return to the house.  Unbeknownst to the two of us, the boys were
getting to know each other better too.  After they finished taking care of
the horses, they ended up spending a little more time taking care of each
other.  Bryce filled me in about this later and told me that Troy was
actually the one who led them down this path, when he made a comment
about one of the stallions.  After the horse's dick shot out of its sheath,
Troy pointed it out and then asked him a question.

"How would you like to have something that big," he teased.

"Yours is big enough and I don't know what anyone would do with
something that large," Bryce answered.  "It's fucking huge."

Troy just laughed, as he looked at Bryce and studied him.

"He shoots a fucking huge load too," Troy told him.  "He's let it happen
on the ground a few times.  Can you cum yet?"

Bryce was a little shocked by his directness, but decided to answer him,
just the same.

"Yeah, I started doing that a while back," Bryce replied.

"Neat," Troy observed.  "Do you jack off much?'

"Sure, don't all boys?" Bryce answered.

"Yep, I'm sure they do, because I know I like doing it," Troy agreed,
getting braver by the second.  "Have you ever done it to anyone else or
had someone do it to you?"

Of course Bryce wasn't shy about doing these things with others, and
he'd even been fantasizing about getting a hold of Troy's monster, but
he had a momentary doubt about responding to this query.  Bryce
looked uneasily at Troy for a moment, to see if he could gauge Troy's
true intentions by asking this.  Bryce really wanted to do something
with him, but he didn't want this to turn into a huge problem, especially
if Troy's father found out about what they were up to.  However, after
studying Troy for a few seconds and noting how anxious he appeared to
be about them doing something with each other, Bryce finally decided
how he was going to answer him.

"Yeah, I've done both of those things," he confirmed, while giving Troy
a sly grin.

"Really?  How would you like to do that with me?' Troy asked, before
flashing Bryce a huge smile in return.

"It sounds like fun," Bryce agreed.

"Great!  I'll do you first, if that's alright with you," Troy offered.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Bryce agreed.

I suspect Troy's offer was his attempt at being a good host, so Bryce
quickly dropped his pants and underwear and Troy moved closer and
began to rub Bryce's genitals, in order to get him hard.  Once that was
accomplished, he began to masturbate Bryce, although he only used his
first two fingers and a thumb to do it, but it did the job and Bryce was
enjoying someone new playing with his erection.

Troy wasn't a novice at doing this either and Bryce concluded that Troy
had done it before, probably with other boys, but Bryce didn't care
about any of that.  He just relaxed and enjoyed Troy's calloused fingers
rubbing over his boner.  After doing this for a couple of minutes, Bryce
began to feel those familiar rumblings in his testicles and knew he was
nearing that moment of total ecstasy.  It didn't take much longer before
he was arching his back, moaning, and sending his threads of cum
splashing into the hay on the barn floor.  Troy even made sure he
helped to support Bryce, so he didn't fall after ejaculating, but as soon
as Bryce had recovered, Troy was ready to return the favor.

Troy now dropped his britches, so Bryce could get at his mostly erect
member, and Bryce eagerly reached out and wrapped his entire, small
hand around that one-eyed giant.  Bryce told me later that he thought it
was eight inches or more erect, and quite thick too, so he was happy he
wasn't taking it up the butt this time.  As he began to pump it, Bryce
told me that Troy started to moan quite loudly, so he was glad Troy's
father and I weren't anywhere close by.  Bryce also said that Troy was
steadying himself by placing one hand on Bryce's shoulder and his
other arm against a slatted pen wall, as Bryce pumped frantically on his
cock.  Bryce had this idea that Troy's bigger size would mean it would
take him a longer before he shot his load, but it didn't turn out to be the
case.

Troy must have been somewhat aroused from having just given Bryce a
hand-job, so before long, Bryce's jacking technique helped speed him
toward the brink.  Troy was groaning very loudly now, just before he
began spewing his milky-white juices in the same area Bryce's had gone,
so now the two loads were mixing together on the barn floor.  Bryce
made sure he milked Troy dry and even flicked the last few drops off
with his finger, so they wouldn't land and harden on Troy's clothes.
After that, the boys pulled their pants back up and came up to the
house, without either of us adults being any the wiser about what they'd
been up to.

All of us ate quite well, because the day's exertion had made us very
hungry, but Troy's father and I had fixed plenty of food, so there was
nothing to worry about and no one went hungry.  I had tried to give Jim
some money towards the food, but he wouldn't accept it.  He reasoned
that if we were going to allow his son to stay with us from time to time,
then that would be payment enough.  I understood this was a matter of
pride for him, so I didn't push the issue further, and everyone seemed
quite satisfied with this new relationship.

After dinner, we all went outside, sat on their porch and talked about
many things.  We told the boys about our idea about Troy coming to
stay with us, whenever his father had to go out of town, and Troy and
Bryce both seemed very excited about this possibility.  Bryce even began
to tell them about our place, and suddenly Troy's father became a little
intimidated by the description Bryce gave them.  I sensed what the man
was feeling, so I told him it wasn't really as special as Bryce made out,
but he wasn't buying it.

I then explained that I had started my own business and had expanded
it, so now it included several stores, so I was doing very well financially.
I invited them to visit us as soon as possible, so they could see that this
was merely a nice home, and not a mansion.  I finally got them to agree
to do this, but to put him a little more at ease, I went on to explain some
of my family background to them.  That's when I noticed Troy's father
seemed to start feeling more comfortable and began to identify with me
again, because he was visibly looking more relaxed.

After talking for some time and getting to know each other better, I
happened to notice that Bryce was beginning to doze off.  His eyes
would slowly close, his head and neck would either droop forward, until
it hit his chest, or it would tilt backward quickly.  Then, he'd awake
momentarily, open his eyes and lift his head back into an upright
position, only to repeat this ritual all over again.  I brought this to the
attention of the other pair and we watched him do this a couple more
times, before Troy shook Bryce's arm and told him to follow him up to
his room.  The boys then went inside, with Troy assisting Bryce, and I
surmised they'd be sleeping together tonight, but I also assumed Bryce
would not object to this arrangement.

Troy's father and I sat outside awhile longer and downed a couple of
cans of beer, while he filled me in about some of his life.  He told me
about his childhood, about meeting his wife and getting marriage, but
he also told me about Troy's birth, some of his childhood and then what
it was like after his wife was diagnosed with cancer.  This was obviously
a very painful time for him, because it was still difficult for him to talk
about it even now, but he didn't manage to fill me in about this part of
his life as well.

Jim also mentioned that he had noticed how Troy and Bryce had
seemed to click with each other, which hadn't happened for Troy in
quite some time.  He then went on to explain that this was also why he
decided to be so bold as to ask me to watch Troy when he was away.  I
explained to him that I was glad he had done this, because Bryce had
gone through some tough times of his own and I thought it would be
good for him to have someone closer to his own age to bond with.  Jim
seemed to consider this a good sign and I felt we were fast becoming
friends.

When we decided to turn in, about an hour later, he showed me to the
room I'd be using and pointed out where the bathroom was, before he
went to his own room and left me to my own devices.  Before I fell
asleep, I lay in bed and thought about everything that had happened
today and how another chance meeting had begun to blossom into much
more.  I then began to think about what Bryce and I would do after we
left here, so I decided that tomorrow I'd ask Troy and his father for
suggestions about anything close by that might be worth seeing, and
then we'd go from there.

I didn't sleep very well that night though, but it was due to the fact that
I was no longer used to sleeping alone.  I did manage to get enough sleep
though, so I wasn't totally shot when I got up to join the others, but it
did make me aware of another fact.  Damn, I really have become totally
attached to Bryce and loved having him with me all of the time, so now I
was even starting to suffer from withdrawal when we weren't together.