Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2012 06:46:09 -0400 (EDT) From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chaptter 21 Throw Away Kid - by Erastes Copyright 2012 by Erastes Chapter 21 -- We're Back In the Saddle Again. The next morning, Bryce and I joined Troy and his father for an old- fashioned country breakfast, with ham slices, eggs and home-fried potatoes, topped off with juice and coffee or milk. When I asked for suggestions on where to go next, Troy was the first to respond. "Aren't you going to the county fair?" he wanted to know. "County fair? When and where is that?" I asked him. "It's going on now through Sunday and it's only about twenty miles from here," Troy told me. "We're going, aren't we, Pa?" "Yeah, we're going Friday," his father answered. "That's when the horse competitions are." "Really?" Bryce interrupted. "What kind of competitions?" "They're having the barrel racing and the calf roping then," the father answered. "Are you doing that?" Bryce wondered. "Yeah, we're both going to compete," Jim replied. "I'm in the senior division and Troy is going to be entered in the junior division. You should come and watch us. The preliminary runs are during the day and the final competition is that night." "Can we, Uncle Kyle? Please?" Bryce teased. I could tell from his antics that he really wanted to do this. "Well, we have no set plans, and it does sound like fun, especially since we'll know some of the participants," I agreed. "Do you want to stay here and go with us?" Troy asked, hopefully. "We appreciate your offer," I told him, "but I think we'll bike there and get a motel room. I'd hate to impose on you or take advantage of your hospitality." "It's no imposition and you wouldn't be taking advantage," Jim advised me. "Besides, unless you already have reservations, you probably won't be able to get a room at this late date. Some of the competitors come here from quite a distance away, so the motels are probably all booked up. Why don't you just stay here and then you can join us when we go." "What do you think, Bryce?" I asked. "Can we?" Bryce asked, hopefully. "Well, it sounds as if you want to, but only if I can contribute toward the expenses," I said, looking at Troy's father. "I won't take no for an answer on that or we'll have to turn down your offer." "Ok, but I don't like it," Jim reluctantly agreed. "We're just happy to have some company, aren't we, Troy?" "Sure, Pa," Troy answered. "It's been fun having them here." After saying that, Troy smiled at Bryce and the way he did it gave me the impression that something had gone on between the two of them. At this point, Bryce hadn't confided in me about their little tryst in the barn yet, but I suspected they'd been up to something. Even if I'd known what they'd done, it wouldn't have bothered me anyway. My only hope was that Troy's big dick hadn't been rammed up Bryce's butt, but since Bryce wasn't walking funny, I'd be willing to wager they hadn't done that yet. "Today is only Thursday," Troy pointed out, breaking my thoughts, "so we'll have time to do a bunch of other things too." "There is still work that needs to be done first," his father responded, giving him a somewhat annoyed look. "Tell you what," I offered, "Bryce and I will help with whatever work you have to do, and then we'll all be able to have some fun together." "We don't allow our guests to work!" Jim responded, emphatically. "Then think of us as family," I suggested, "and we'd just be helping out. It will be to our benefit too, because we certainly won't be having any fun while the two of you are working." Troy looked anxiously at his father, because he was unsure about how his dad was going to respond to my offer, but after a short delay he got his answer. "Well, you sure are demanding and drive a hard bargain," Jim stated with a grin. "It's your choice, but I'd never force anyone to do my chores for me." "I'm glad to hear you're going to let us help," I confirmed, "and I'd never force anyone to entertain me, so we're even." He got my point, so seeing this was settled, we set about helping them do whatever tasks they needed to get done. I don't know how much time I actually saved them, because they had to stop and explain to me how to do everything, but Bryce seemed to know what was going on. Anyway, we had all their work completed by shortly after lunchtime. "Not bad, for a couple of city boys, although Bryce seems to have worked around horses before," Jim told us. "Anytime you're looking for work, you just let me know. If I don't need help, then I have plenty of friends who might." I took this to be the ultimate compliment, because after I saw Troy's reaction to his father's statement, I got the feeling that this man wasn't usually so generous with his praise. "Well, I appreciate your offer, but that kind of work is just too hard to do on a regular basis," I confessed. I laughed after saying this, to let him know it was only partially the truth, but he understood and joined in chuckling at my little joke. "Yeah, that's why my wife and I had Troy," he shot back, "so he could do most of the work." "Oh, Pa, I thought you had me because you wanted a son to carry on the family name," Troy challenged. "Yep, that was part of it," his father agreed. "You were to carry on the name and anything else that needed lifting." Troy gave his father a very disgusted look after hearing his reply, but Bryce started laughing after catching on to the little joke. Troy immediately looked over at Bryce and tried to give him a dirty look, but it didn't work exactly as he'd planned. The only thing that happened was that Troy ended up laughing along with Bryce, and the more they looked at each other, the more the two of them giggled. It was now becoming more than a typical teen giggling spree or merely amusement over what had been said, because their laughter was contagious. Soon, Troy's father and I were laughing too, both with and at the boys, so before long we were all in tears and our sides were aching, as a result of the nonstop laughter. After several minutes of this uncontrollable hilarity, we finally began to settle down, only to go through several more giggling flare-ups before it finally died out. Once we were past this little episode, Troy and Bryce suggested that we should ride out to the pond and go swimming again. Troy's father told us we could go if we wanted, but he had other things to do to get ready for the competitions. After hearing this, I suggested that I would stay behind and help him, but he told me there was nothing that I could do, so he suggested I should just go along with the boys and let the water drain the weariness from my overworked muscles. I questioned him again, to see if there wasn't something I could do to help, but he still insisted that he had to do it all himself. Since my offer had been rejected, I decided to go with the boys and enjoy the watery retreat. Bryce and Troy saddled up the three horses and we rode out to the pond. The boys eagerly leapt from their mounts and tethered them to tree limbs, and then they began to hurriedly get out of their clothing. I took a more relaxed approach to this, so they were in the water for a couple of minutes before I actually got in to join them. I had taken time to watch the boys as they disrobed and raced toward the pond, and I was still amazed at how big that fourteen-year old boy's penis was. I mean, how big would that thing get when he was full- grown? Now, the boys were busy splashing and trying to dunk each other in the water, so I just walked in and began to swim about or tread water. When he was finally able to draw his attention away from Troy, Bryce came over and attempted to drag me into their little game by jumping on my back and trying to force my body below the surface. Instead, I flipped him over my shoulder, which caused him to land solidly on his back in the water, before he slipped beneath it. After seeing that, Troy decided to join in on the action and came over to assist his new friend. I tried to flip him over my shoulder too, but he was ready for that, so I arched myself backward and flopped into the water, with him beneath me. When this happened, released his grip on me and scrambled to reach the surface, so I rolled onto my side and reached out to grab him. I caught hold of him just above the waist, but as he struggled to get away from me he forced my hands and arms down enough so they were currently wrapped around his family jewels. This made him to squirm even more, which caused my wrists and palms to rub over his boyhood. It must have been the friction that began to get him excited, because his trouser snake began to rear up and became completely hard, and this only motivated him to wiggle even harder. I thought he was trying to get away, but I was to learn later that he was just trying to stimulate himself even more by doing that, but it was also when Bryce came over and saw what was happening. "Uncle Kyle, you're going to have to help him take care of his boner now," he suggested. Troy looked up at Bryce, with confusion etched all over his face, as he wondered what his new friend was doing to him. Sure he was enjoying my flesh rubbing over his cock, but now Bryce was telling me that I'd have to jerk him off or do something else to alleviate his current state. By this time we were standing in the shallow water and moving toward the shore, so when Bryce saw Troy's confusion, he tired to put him at ease. "It's ok," he told Troy. "Uncle Kyle and I sometimes help each other out, like you and I did yesterday." Now, not only was Troy shocked, but I was as well. Bryce should know that coming right out and saying something like this could get me locked up for the rest of my life. I wanted to chastise him, but I was speechless, and obviously Troy was too. "Go ahead," Bryce told us, "you two can go up on shore and Uncle Kyle will help you with that. I don't mind." "Bryce!" I was finally able to get out. "Uh, this isn't right and what have I told you about our privacy?" "It's ok, Uncle Kyle. He's cool about this," Bryce assured me. "We did it twice yesterday and he won't say anything about it." "That may be, but you're both boys and I'm an adult," I countered. "I'm not supposed to do anything of that nature with boys." "I don't mind," Troy finally added. "In fact, I think I'd kind of like to see what it's like for a grown-up to do something with me too." Troy quickly moved closer and thrust his hips toward me, as if he were offering me his partially erect member. "It's ok, Uncle Kyle. He won't tell anybody," Bryce reiterated, to relieve my concerns. "No, I promise I won't," Troy quickly added. "But I could go to jail for this," I explained, "and what would your father say, if he found out?" "Probably nothing," Troy replied. "He's not like that. If he knew I asked you to do it, he'd just say ok." "But..." I started, but I didn't get any further. "No, it's ok. Please?" Troy begged. He gave me this look, which was a mixture of necessity and desire, and Bryce kept up his verbal urging too. Finally I gave in. "All right, I'll do you both, but not a word about this to anyone, and you even have to be careful when talking to each other," I warned. "You're not to speak of this unless you're totally alone, with no possibility that anyone will be able overhear what you're saying." Both boys agreed, so we all went over and lay down on the grass, but Troy wanted to go first. Slowly, I began to stroke his impressive piece of meat and it began to respond immediately to my touch. I watched it as it continued to grow, while slowly massaging both it and his testicles. When it rose to its full length, I wrapped my hand around it and began to pump it. Troy relaxed completely beneath me and I could tell that he was enjoying what I was doing to him, but Bryce had other ideas. "Uncle Kyle, suck him off," he suggested. I stopped what I was doing and just stared at Bryce, slightly annoyed that he was pushing my limits, when Troy ended my distraction. "Oh, would you? I've always wondered what that would be like. Please?" he pleaded. We discussed this for a few minutes more, before I finally agreed, so now I took him into my mouth. There was no way I could take it all, but I worked what I could with my lips and tongue, while stroking the rest of it with my hand. The fact that this was a new experience for him only added to the dual stimulation from my mouth and hand, and it was enough to bring him to the edge quickly. I'm glad he wasn't going to last very long, because my jaw was beginning to ache from having to open my mouth so far. I also discovered what Bryce had meant about Troy being loud, because he wasn't holding anything back with his groaning, moaning and grunts. He wasn't screaming or anything, but if anyone was close by, then I'm certain they'd be coming over to investigate what was going on. Before long, I felt Troy shaft begin to swell even more in my mouth, just before the first blast of his warm liquid strands hit the back of my throat. I continued sucking on him until I'd finished him off and siphoned him dry, and then Bryce and I let him lie there and recuperate from what he had just done. I knew this would be something he would probably always remember; although I hoped it was also something he would never talk about. After I finished doing Troy, I moved over to take care of Bryce. I could see that he was quite aroused as well, from watching me take care of his friend, so now I clamped on to his smaller muscle and sucked on it hard enough to drawn a VW Beetle through it. Bryce was really moaning from the very start, while his pelvis bucked off the ground like a Mexican jumping bean during a heat wave. I knew having watching me do Troy had him so stimulated that he wouldn't take very long to blow and I was right. After just a short time, he jammed his teen rod into my throat, as it vomited its sex juice into my gullet, and then he gave a few more thrusts, before he finished. Once he had emptied his entire load, he relaxed and let his butt hit the ground again, and I looked up in time to see Troy grinning at the two of us. "Man, that was awesome. You two are really something," he observed. "Well, I don't want that to get out as public information," I let him know. "It won't, but damn, that was just so unbelievable," he observed. "I always knew that shooting your load felt good, but what you did to me with your mouth was freaking incredible. I really want to thank you for doing that for me." "Well, you don't have to thank me," I told him, "but I'm not sure there will ever be a repeat performance." "Why not? I loved it and I won't say anything. Please?" Troy whined. "I will be staying with you when my pa has to go away, remember. We can do it again then." "We'll talk about this later," I suggested, "but I'll have to think about it some more first." "Ok, but you know how I feel about it and I really would like to do it more often," Troy confirmed. "Can I do that for you now?" "Uh, I don't think that would be such a good idea," I responded. "Why not? I want to try it too," Troy confessed, "and I'm the one who asked." "Still, it's one thing if I do it to you, but if you do it to me, then the law could make it look like I forced you into doing it," I observed. "I mean, what I did to you would look bad enough, but to have a kid do it to me too, well... well, they'd take even a grimmer view on that." "But no one will ever know about it," he clarified. "I won't tell, Bryce won't tell and I know you won't tell. So I'm going to try it." Saying that, he bent down, put his mouth next to my dick and began to lick it like a lollipop. I wanted to stop him, and I actually started to, but when my hand touched his shoulder and I started to push him away, he looked up flashed me a very sad and hurt expression. Seeing that made me quit trying to stop him. Besides, I was enjoying what he was doing, so I let him continue and I had to give him 'an A' for effort. By now, Bryce had also come down from his orgasmic high, so he moved closer and began to give Troy some advice on how to do it correctly. Troy was an eager student and a quick study, so he followed Bryce's instructions without question, and I was the recipient of his budding expertise. After watching this for a while, Bryce was getting horny again and didn't want to be left out, so he joined in. He kissed me and then began licking and sucking on my nipples, so I was now in absolute ecstasy. I think every boy-lover fantasizes about having two boys working on him at the same time, and here I was in that very position. I had two willing boys trying to bring me as much pleasure as they possibly could and I was fast approaching a mind-blowing orgasm. My consciousness was filled with splotches of light and bright colors, as every nerve in my body began to tingle, just before my muscles began to tighten and I prepared to fill Troy's mouth with my creamy seed. I wanted to warn him, but my mouth just wouldn't cooperate, so all I got out was a few grunts before it happened. Troy took my load without complaint and without any adverse reaction, and he drank down as much of it as he could. I guess that seeing I had done it for him, and then he saw me do it for Bryce too, he must have assumed it was the correct thing to do. As the last spurts of liquid left my dick, Troy continued to suck on it until I reached out and placed my hand on his head, to let him know he should stop. As he pulled off, he looked up at me and grinned, with traces of cum showing from the corners of his lips and extending down to his chin, but he didn't seem aware of that and only sought reassurance about what he had done. "Did I do all right? Did you enjoy it?" he asked, eagerly seeking confirmation. I merely grinned and nodded my head, because I still couldn't speak, but I heard Bryce answer for me. "I would say you did just fine or else he wouldn't be grinning like that," he pointed out. This seemed to be enough of an answer and reward for Troy, because he began to beam with pride. "Super! I just hope that we can do this whenever we're alone from now on," he suggested, hopefully. Neither of us responded to his comment and Troy understood why, so we left it at that and just lay on the ground until I regained my strength. Once the three of us had calmed down from our 'sexploits,' we went back into the water and played around for a little longer, until Troy's father rode up, took off his clothes and joined us. I was certainly glad he hadn't shown up a few minutes earlier. "Well, I'm done with my work too and this is a better way to wash up than by taking a bath or a shower," he explained. At that point, he produced a bar of Ivory soap and began to clean himself up. He brought that particular brand of soap with him, because it's the only bar that floats and wouldn't end up at the bottom of the pond. The rest of us thought this was a great idea too, so we borrowed the soap so we could do the same thing and now all four of us were busy cleaning up after our hard day's work. It was actually quite a unique experience, bathing in the open, and I learned why it was so important that the Ivory soap could float. Many times one of us either lost our grip on the soap or it would hit the water when we tossed between two of us, so if it didn't float, then we'd have been constantly diving to retrieve it. We continued until we all squeaky clean and then we got out of the pond, dried off and began to discuss what we were going to do next. "All the work is done for today, which means our night is free," Troy's father began, "so is there anything special you two would like to do?" Bryce and I looked at each other, but I could see he didn't have anything in mind either, so I made a suggestion. "How about this?" I began. "What if I pay for dinner at a place of your choice and then we can take the boys over to the fair. It will give them time to go on the rides and do whatever else they want tonight, because the two of you will be busy tomorrow with the riding competition. With everything that will be going on then, the boys won't have time to really enjoy themselves, so this way they can get it out of their systems tonight and it will be my treat." "You don't have to pay our way," Jim answered, "but I do think it's a good idea." "Nope, I insist on picking up the tab for tonight, in return for our many nights' lodgings. That would only be fair," I offered. "I don't see it like that, but I won't fight you, if that's what you want to do," Jim half-heartedly conceded. He obviously wanted to let me know, in his own way, that he wasn't expecting payment for putting us up for a few nights. Since I knew he was a proud man, I tried to make sure that I didn't tread upon that pride, so I phrased it this way intentionally. I suspected he'd be more likely to accept repayment for a debt, even if he hadn't requested it, rather than thinking of this as being charity. We all went to the house and changed first, and then we hopped into their truck and headed out to eat, before going over to the fair. Jim and I rode in the cab, while the boys sat in the back, and we talked a little more along the way. Jim took us to a diner that he said was reasonable and, as he stated, he knew would give us enough food to fill two growing boys, and I laughed at his observation. I'm glad the boys were in the back and hadn't heard his comment, because I think they would have been insulted that he had hinted that they were hogs or gluttons. We sat in a booth and Troy sat next to me, while Bryce sat next to Troy's father. I think they had talked this over on the way there and felt this would be the fairest seating arrangement, since Jim was bigger than me. This way Troy wouldn't be as crowded, as if he sat next to his father, and both Jim and I enjoyed having someone new for company during this brief time. Jim had been correct. The food was good and there was more than enough to feed our two bottomless pits. I was really in awe over how much Troy packed away, but seeing how hard he worked I could understand him being so hungry. Even Bryce ate more than usual, probably because of all of the work he'd done too, so I was glad we had come here. After I settled the bill and left the tip, we got back in the truck and headed over to the fairgrounds. When we arrived there, I paid the admission and parking fees, and then we took a quick walk around the area to see what was there. Once we had made a tour around the entire midway, we let the boys choose if they wanted to try their hands at some of the games first or go on the rides. They chose the games, so we walked with them to see how they'd do. Even though Troy's father and I knew these contests were for suckers, because the odds of winning were poor, we also realized it was a good experience so both boys could learn this for themselves. The first place they stopped was the hoop-toss booth. This was a game where you had to toss a small hoop over a bottle with the prize you wanted. There were blocks with a prize or a picture of the prize, for the larger items, attached to bottles and if the hoop managed to go over both the bottle and the prize, then you won. The trick was, the hoop had to go completely over both and the blocks with the prizes attached to it got larger as the value of the prize increased. Therefore, by having the requirement that the hoop had to go completely over both made it more difficult to win the prize. The participants were given three hoops for the fee, so I handed both of the boys a twenty-dollar bill and told them they could use it to play whatever games they wanted. Troy looked at me as if I were daft for doing this, but Bryce told him it was ok and I could afford it, so they took the money and set off to play the games. They quickly paid for their first attempt each and put the change in their pockets, but neither boy did very well on their first try. When they made their next attempt, Troy won a small, inexpensive prize, but that was all they got there, since their final attempts both missed. After they were done there, we walked along and looked for the next game of chance they wanted to try, and this time it was a basketball game. The ball was the normal size, but the hoop was much smaller than normal, and your prize depended on how many shots you made. They both gave it a try, although we could tell right away this wasn't their forte, so they gave up on that game quite quickly, after missing all of their shots. >From there, the boys discovered a baseball game next, where they had to throw a baseball and knock weighted, wooden bottles off of a barrel. They were much better at this, although it still wasn't an easy game to win, because the bottles couldn't stay on the barrel, even if you'd knocked it over. They did win some minor prizes doing this, which Troy's father and I ended up carrying for them, but they tired of doing this after a while and we moved on. The boys seemed to be having a really good time and kept teasing each other about how they did at the various booths, but I was enjoying just watching them have so much fun together. They tried a few of the other games as well, like the water pistol that you used to get a toy horse to move on a track while competing against others, a dart game where you broke balloons and the boys also shot at targets with an air rifle. They won a few more prizes at those games and Jim was a good sport about giving them time to do all of this and for carrying the things his son won. If you asked me, I think he was having fun watching Troy acting like a kid for a while. When the boys finally decided they'd played enough games and were ready to try some of the rides, we took the prizes they'd won and placed them in the truck. We didn't want to be holding them when we went on the rides, so we felt it was better to walk back to the parking lot and put everything inside the truck, so we could return empty-handed. It proved to be a wise decision, so now we let the boys decide which ride they wanted to go on first. They chose the Ferris wheel, but then quickly announced that they wanted to ride with us, instead of with each other. Jim and I agreed, since this seemed important to them, so I rode with Bryce and Troy went on with his father. After we reached the top, we discovered it gave us a really good view of both the fairgrounds and the surrounding area, at least until the daylight began to fade. Up until that time and from that height, we could see quite a ways and it gave Bryce and me a good feel for the area. I found this to be a nice relaxing ride, but it also gave me a chance to be alone with Bryce for a while, so we could talk. Bryce immediately thanked me for doing all of this and for being so nice to Troy too. It was important to him that I treated Troy the same way I treated him and I was more than happy to accommodate him in this regard. After the Ferris wheel, we went for a ride on a device called the 'Whip' next. This was a ride where you sat in a circular car that was set up on an oval track. The car would be pulled around on a conveyor system and would whip you around at both ends of the oval, since the turn was narrow and happened very quickly. This would send the people in the car crashing into the others riding behind them. The person on the backside would get the worst of this every time, so if an adult rode with any kids, then that would be the position he would want to take or he'd be straining not to crush the children. This time, Troy wanted to ride with me, so Bryce rode with Troy's father, and Troy thought it was hilarious every time he slid across the seat and crashed into my side. Of course I knew how this ride worked in advance, so I'd taken the back position, so I didn't crush him. In fact, I got a kick out of watching Troy slide as far away from me as he could on the straight-aways, just so he'd have farther to slide and would build up more force when our bodies collided. I actually thought he might have been getting aroused from this activity, judging from the bulge in his jeans, but I didn't say anything about that. When the ride ended, we walked to the next area, where the boys chose to go on a revolving swing ride. On this one, the rider would sit on a swing, suspended from long chains, and the swings were arranged in rows, three across. When the ride started moving, it would spin the riders around in a large circle, with the swings getting pulled outward by centrifugal force, so the riders would actually be dangling nearly sideways over the passing crowd. Every time they passed over us, we could hear the boys laughing and hooting, which told us that they were enjoying what they were doing. Jim and I were both pleased to see the boys getting along so well and having such a great time, plus he told me he was glad I had suggested doing this. We both knew that each of the boys needed more interaction with others in their own age group and to have some fun, so this allowed them do a little of both of those things now. They went on a bunch of other rides too. Some just spun them around in circles, lifted them in the air or did both at the same time, plus they also talked us in walking through the 'Haunted House' with them too. They were having a great time, so Jim and I weren't eager to see it come to an end, as we followed them around and made sure they had enough money to do whatever they wanted. The rest of the evening went much the same, with the boys moving back and forth from the games to the rides and then back again, but they were having a blast, no matter what they were doing. We allowed them to continue choosing what they wanted to do next, until it was time for the fair to close down for the evening, and then we rode back to their house. We had the boys ride in the cab with us this time, with Troy sitting between his father and me and I held Bryce on my lap. We had insisted on doing it this way, because it had cooled down a lot while we were at the fair and I was worried that one or both might catch a good cold riding in the open truck bed in the late night air, while doing sixty miles an hour. When we got back to their place, we all went directly to bed and soon I could hear different levels of snoring coming from the other rooms. It was actually sort of a gentle hum coming from the boys' room and it helped put me to sleep. As I drifted off, I was mentally picturing the good time Troy and Bryce had tonight at the fair and the visual image of them laughing and joking around also helped to relax me. Even though I knew we'd be going back to the fairgrounds again, the next tine would be mainly to watch our new friends compete in the horse races, so I was glad the boys had a chance to just be kids for a night. I would have been willing to spend much more money than I had given them, just for the pleasure of seeing this happen. The next morning, we started out with a large breakfast and then the rest of the time was a flurry of activity, as Troy and his father prepared for their big day. They packed up the things they'd need to take with them, before they loaded their horses into the horse trailer, which would be pulled behind the truck. We could see that they both looked pretty nervous about the upcoming competitions, so Bryce and I attempted to calm them down and distract them. We brought up a bunch of other topics, such as the previous evening, what we would do the following day or what types of things we could do when Troy stayed with us, but that never seemed to distract them for very long. Each time we did this, they would seem to return from these brief mental forays even more uptight than they were before, so we decided to abandon our efforts. The trip to the fair was very quiet, because no one spoke during the last half of the ride. Troy and his father were concentrating on what they were going to be doing and Bryce and I were willing to give them their space. We did help them gather up their things and carry them over to the show-grounds, where the competitions were going to be held, but once they had everything in order, Bryce and I went to find the best seats we could in the grandstands. We wanted to be able to watch them compete and cheer them on, even though we knew they probably wouldn't hear us, but we wanted to do it anyway. Besides, these would be the first events of this type that we had ever seen in person, let alone that we would know two of the competitors. The first event was the barrel race and each contestant was timed as he weaved his way in and out of a prescribed arrangement of barrels. This event had a great deal to do with the connection between the horse and the rider, but it was also fun to watch. Both Troy and his father did well enough to make it through the preliminary rounds and finished high enough to compete this evening for the prizes. Once the finalists were announced, Bryce and I walked down to congratulate them and they were both bursting with pride when we caught up to them. We had some time to kill between events, so we went to grab a bite to eat and get some cold drinks, and I could hear Bryce telling Troy what an awesome job he had done. Seeing Bryce had ridden before, he was more familiar with what it took to compete like that, so he was stroking Troy's ego as best he could. Troy loved every minute of it and eagerly absorbed the compliments, as soon as they were offered, so I was proud of how Bryce was going out of his way to meet the needs of his friend, while I did the same with Jim. When it was time for the next competition, Troy and his dad headed over to get their horses, while Bryce and I went back to our seats to watch the calf roping. If you're unfamiliar with this event, the rider has to lasso the calf and then flip it onto the ground, so he can tie its feet, and this is a timed event as well. I'm sure it wasn't as easy as some of the competitors made it seem, because we saw some of the other guys miss roping the calf, while others had trouble getting the calf on the ground, and still others had their rope come undone almost as soon as they'd tied the calf's feet, which disqualified them. Troy and his father both did well at this too and once again advanced to the finals. Bryce and I were screaming and hollering for them while they competed and I think the people around us thought we were more than a little crazy. When the early rounds ended, they both came over and told us they could hear us above the crowd, so I think they were trying to tell us that we both had really big mouths. Anyway, they said we helped spur them on and they thanked us for the support. Now, we had a couple of hours to kill before the evening finals, so I gave the boys another twenty each and we let them go back to play the games and take another turn on the rides. They wanted Jim and me to come with them on the rides, but Troy's father said he couldn't do that and then compete later, so he said he was going to sit this one out. Since he didn't want to go, both boys were now after me to join them, but I didn't want to leave Jim alone. However, after the boys teased me to join them, Jim told me to go ahead, because he had things to do in order to get ready for the evening competition. Since he was ok with this, I followed the boys over to the other area. Troy and Bryce took me over to the swings first, and since the swings were three across, the boys wanted me to ride on the middle swing. They did this so they could taunt me the entire time we were going around and around, because they hoped I'd get dizzy or maybe even puke. When I didn't do either of those things, they were only slightly disappointed, but then they dragged me off, so they could torture me on the next ride. >From there, we went back to ride on the whip, and of course I was placed in the outside position, with Troy next to me and Bryce on the inside. They must have discussed this beforehand, because each time the car straightened out, they would slide away from me, so they could slam into me again as we were whipped around the next corner. They thought this was the funniest thing going, so I would let out a big 'oof' every time our bodies collided, which made them want to do it even more. They were a little sad when the ride came to an end and even wanted to go again, but I said I would only do that if I could be on the inside this time. Since neither of them wanted me slamming into them, they decided to try something else, so we went from there to the Ferris wheel next. The boys wanted me in the middle this time, so they could both sit next to me, and once the bar was locked into place, I put my arms around their shoulders and prepared to enjoy the ride. As soon as we were halfway to the top, the boys began rocking our seat back and forth, in an attempt to scare me. The only thing they accomplished, however, was to get chewed out by the guy operating the Ferris wheel, once we got back to ground level. I laughed at them when this happened, because they were a bit embarrassed by the scolding, so they both gave me an evil glare. For the rest of the ride, the boys settled in and enjoyed the view, but they were also trying their best to talk me into doing something with both of them again tomorrow. I told them I wasn't sure that was a good idea, since Troy's father could have easily caught us today, if he had shown up a few minutes earlier at the pond. Troy said his pa wouldn't have said anything if he did catch us, as long as Troy told him it was his idea, so they weren't about to give up trying to get me to agree. They were still pestering me when the ride ended, so I told them we'd discuss this later, as we headed to the other end of the midway, where the games were located. That seemed to work for now and they didn't say anything more about it, so I watched them play a few of the games before we headed back to meet up with Troy's father again. By the time we got back to the show grounds, Jim was nearly frantic, because the junior finals were about ready to start and Troy wasn't back yet. I guess we hadn't realized how much time had passed while we were having fun, so Jim rushed Troy over to the officials and let them know that Troy was there. Then, Troy had to rush back to the staging area and mount up, because he was scheduled to make his run in the barrel race next, after the current participant finished. I was a little surprised when Troy began his run, because his timing wasn't there, like it had been before, and he just wasn't clicking as well as he was earlier in the day. I realized that I was probably responsible for his poor showing, because I hadn't paid attention to the time and failed to get him back sooner, so I felt badly. Troy made his second run and did slightly better, but it was obvious at this point that he wasn't going to win any prizes in this competition. When Troy rejoined us, I apologized and told him his poor showing was my fault, because I didn't get him back as early as I should have, but he told me that was nonsense. He said he should have been watching the time too and it was as much his fault as anyone else's. He said it was no big deal and shook it off, so he could mentally prepare himself for the calf roping. We tried to keep Troy's dad company before it was his turn to ride, but he was the type of person that liked to be left alone, so he could concentrate and visualize what was going to happen during each event. Realizing this, we made our way back to the grandstand, and Troy came with us this time. We took our seats and waited for the senior barrel race to get underway and for Jim to take his turn. His first run was absolutely brilliant, because Jim and the horse literally moved and reacted as one. His second run was even better and this time the pair moved like the wind. It was a sight to behold and something we'll always remember. Not only did he win that event, but he also set a new fair record time while doing so. Troy had been whooping and hollering like he was imitating the rebel battle cry during the race, and now he repeated it when it was announced that his father had won. It was really neat to see him this excited and I'm certain his father appreciated every note he uttered. While they were taking the barrels out and getting ready for the calf roping, Troy went back to mount up. We were all holding our breath when he came out the first time, but he was on fire. It might have been due to the fact that he was so psyched about how his father had done or because he was trying to make up for his earlier disappointment. No matter the reason, Troy roped the calf, had it down and tied up very quickly, so we were all pretty sure he'd have one of the best times. His second run wasn't quite as good, although it still wasn't bad, but he finished as runner-up for the junior division in calf roping. His father gave him a big hug when it was over, just to let him know he'd done well, and the only one to beat him was a boy three years older than himself and in his last year in the junior division. Bryce and I congratulated him too, with Bruce patting him on the back and I shook his hand so vigorously that he told me his arm was beginning to get sore. Once I let him go, Troy said he was thrilled he had done well in at least one of his events, but soon it would be his father's turn to shine. We thought now Troy's father would be even more cranked up for the calf roping, because of how Troy had done, along with his triumph in the barrel race, but maybe he was a little too pumped up. He came out and tossed his lasso at the calf's head, but part of it hung up on the calf's snout and stayed there, so the calf was able to shake it off before it could be taken down. That was a major mistake, one he would not be able to overcome, although his second run was nearly perfect. He didn't let it get him down though, because he was still soaring high from the barrel race win, and he and his son each had something to be proud of. Once all of the events were over, we loaded the horses into the trailer, threw their gear in the back of the truck and then headed back to their house. It was a fun ride and we joked around the entire way. We really hammed it up when we teased them about the mistakes they had made during their runs, in an effort to turn their disasters into comedy routines, and we all had some good laughs over it. It was also great to see they didn't take themselves too seriously and could actually see the humor in what had happened. I think the boys must have planned to mess around a little in their room that night before they went to sleep, even though neither did or said anything that would have confirmed this. Possibly it was just my suspicious mind that made me think something was going to happen, although there would have been nothing wrong if they did that, but they were both just a little too happy and excited when they went off to Troy's room that evening. I figured they'd probably need a little action to help them calm down after everything that had happened earlier or else they might not be able to sleep. Whatever they did, it must have worked, because both of them were sound asleep when I peeked in on them around midnight.