Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2012 18:52:18 -0400 (EDT) From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chapter 22 Throw Away Kid - by Erastes Copyright 2012 by Erastes Chapter 22 -- Simple Pleasures. Saturday morning, I mentioned we should probably leave and continue our trip, but Bryce didn't want to go yet. Troy's father told us we were welcome to stay longer, but I told him I thought we had already taken advantage of their hospitality, although Jim insisted that wasn't the case. Troy begged us to stay for just one more day, so I was still weighing this over in my mind when Jim announced that he had to run some errands later, so he'd be gone for most of the afternoon. He told us he'd like to have us stay longer, so after thinking about this some more and listening to the boys beg me to give in, I told Jim we would stay one more day, but only if I could take them out to dinner later. He eyed me for a few seconds, but then he smiled and agreed. This sent Bryce and Troy jumping around and whooping it up, which told us that they were happy with this decision too. Right away Troy and Bryce started to pester me about riding out to the pond and going swimming again. I didn't respond right away, but I had a pretty good idea what they had in mind. Jim told us we should do that while he was gone and then we could come back to the house afterward and change, so we'd be ready to go out for dinner. If only he knew what the boys wanted to do out at the pond, then I wonder if he would be as supportive of their little scheme. We helped them do some of their chores until lunchtime, and then after we ate, Jim went to clean up and change. As soon as he left the house, Bryce and Troy ran out to saddle the horses, so we could head out to the pond and do our thing. They were acting even more strangely than normal and kept whispering to each other, before glancing over at me, so I wasn't sure what they were up to. I figured they must have something up their sleeves, but I guessed I'd just have to wait until they stripped down to go swimming before I'd find out what that was. They continued glancing over at me as we rode out to the pond, and whenever I noticed them doing this, they would smile at me and then turn forward and refocus on the trail ahead. I noticed they also seemed to be passing more secrets between themselves, so I figured whatever they were up to must be pretty involved this time. Without warning, the boys suddenly urged their horses to increase their pace to a trot, rather than continuing at a cantor, and my mount instinctively did the same, so we weren't left behind. When we reached our destination, the boys hopped off and secured their horses, undressed and were in the pond in a flash, almost as if their lives depended on getting into the water. Once I joined them, their games began. Bryce swam up to me and got me to focus on him, and then suddenly I felt Troy behind me, reaching between my legs and stroking my limp cock, trying to bring it to life. When I spun around to confront him about this, Bryce moved in from the other side and did the same thing. Now, I knew they wanted to do something sexual again, but I didn't know what to expect next. That's when Troy came up from the side and started to rub his groin against my leg, and when I turned my head to say something to him about this, he moved his head forward quickly and began to kiss me. Bryce was laughing when Troy started doing this and acted as if it was the most comical thing he had ever witnessed. Then, he approached me from the other side and quickly began to do hump my other leg while he kissed me on the cheek and neck, because Troy was still attached to my mouth. Both boys continued to hump my legs, like two horny dogs, but I still didn't know where this was leading or how I should react without hurting their feelings. What had these two cooked up for me this afternoon? Troy was frantically pressing his tongue against my lips, but I still hadn't opened them to accommodate his efforts, because I was taking my time to consider just how far I should let this go. About this same time, Troy reached down and squeezed my nuts, just enough to hurt a little, and this caused me to open my mouth slightly. It also allowed him to slip his tongue inside and he became very aggressive, as he used his tongue to explore my mouth. Doing this got him all hot and bothered, and it was having a similar effect on me, but it was Bryce who suggested our next move. "Come on, Uncle Kyle. Let's go up on the grass and have some fun," he suggested. He looked hopeful, but I was still a bit dubious. These two had me all worked up as well and they were just like two powerful magnets that kept drawing me toward them. A minute later, they were dragging me up on the shore and that's when I found out what they had planned. "Uncle Kyle, I told Troy last night that I'd let him make love to me today," Bryce announced. "He's never fucked anyone before, so I told him you'd have to show him how to loosen me up first, so he doesn't rip me apart with that big hog of his." "Well, are you're sure you can handle that much?" I asked, concerned. "Yeah, I know I can, as long as I get stretched out first," he assured me. Troy was standing there listening to our conversation, while shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. He was eager for this new experience to begin and was worried that I was going to talk Bryce out of it. "Ok, if you're positive," I agreed, while at the same time wondering if Bryce truly realized what he was getting into. "Man, you two are so cool," Troy told us, once he'd heard my response. "I didn't think a man and a boy could be so open about all of this stuff." "Well, we do have a special relationship," I confessed. "Now, did you boys prepare for this and bring any lube?" "Oh, yeah," Bryce quickly agreed. "Troy put the bag with it on his saddle when we were getting the horses ready," Hearing Bryce tell me this, Troy ran over to his horse and grabbed a small plastic bag that was attached to his saddle horn. I hadn't noticed it before and wondered how I'd missed seeing it as we rode out here. Troy quickly extracted a bottle of hand lotion from the bag, which I take it was the best he had to offer. This made me wonder why Bryce hadn't run up to the bedroom I was using and grabbed out lube out of my backpack, but maybe he was afraid of having me see him do that. As soon as Troy handed the plastic container to me, I told Bryce to lie down and I used the lotion to grease up my fingers, so I could begin to stretch him. Troy was very intent on watching what I was doing, but he was also amazed by how Bryce adjusted to first one, then two and finally three of my fingers. Since Troy was so large and thick, I even added a fourth finger to the mix, because I wanted to make certain he didn't hurt my boy. Troy was not only amazed that Bryce could handle so many fingers, but he was even more surprised that Bryce seemed to be enjoying it and not experiencing any discomfort from what I was doing. When I thought Bryce was ready, I had him get on all fours and then I had Troy move into position behind him. I gave Troy's penis a few quick swipes, as I added some of the hand lotion to it, and he merely looked over at me and grinned, as he allowed me to do whatever I wanted with his penis. I had only agreed to allow this to happen bareback for two reasons. One, Troy was a virgin and had never done anything like this before, so I was fairly certain he didn't have any diseases. Second, Bryce had been tested and all of the tests had come back clean, so I wasn't worried about him either. Therefore, I wasn't concerned about allowing this to happen. I told Troy to go slowly and just allow his cockhead to enter first and then stop. After that happened, he was to wait for Bryce to tell him to continue before he went any further. I explained that after Bryce gave him the go ahead, he was to slowly push his way in further, but I cautioned him to allow Bryce time to adjust to it from time to time, as he moved deeper and deeper inside of him. Once he was completely buried inside of Bryce I made him wait momentarily, before he was given the ok to begin. While Troy was waiting for Bryce to adjust, I slid under Bryce, so I could suck him and he could suck me. When Bryce gave Troy the go ahead, there was a sudden flurry of activity. While I sucked on Bryce, I was also able watch Troy's massive dick slide in and out of Bryce's rectum, but Bryce seemed to be handling him quite well. I hoped this wouldn't spoil it for me later, either with Bryce wanting something bigger than my dick or by stretching Bryce out so it wouldn't be as pleasurable for me any longer. If I had thought about it, I'd have realized that wouldn't happen, since the sphincter is quite elastic and would adjust back to its original size fairly quickly, plus Bryce had the ability to tighten his rectal muscles, so they would grip my penis when we made love. Troy was an extremely vocal lover and made many sounds while having sex, so I guess we'll have to be careful about where we are when we do things like this in the future. He was really getting the hang of it now and I could tell he was enjoying this enormously, but I knew Bryce was enjoying it too. Even though his mouth was full with my penis, I could still tell by his little grunts, coos and sighs that it was good for him as well, and my sucking on his love muscle was probably only adding to that pleasure. At this point, Troy was really grunting and panting, as he banged Bryce's butt with machinegun like rhythm. I could tell he was getting close to blowing his wad and I thought Bryce was getting close too, from this dual stimulation, but I could also feel my own blood coming to a boil, as all my senses were being stimulated simultaneously. Troy was the first to bust a nut and he filled Bryce with a sizeable load, and then Bryce fed me his boy cream, just before I filled his gullet with my love juices. We continued to milk each other dry, and when we were completely drained, we collapsed in a tangled heap, right where we were. As I lay there between these two beautiful boys, I just couldn't get over how wonderful and sexually open they were with me and realized I was extremely lucky to have them in my life. About that time, Bryce rolled over and spoke. "Thank you, Uncle Kyle," he said, in almost a whisper. "I knew you wouldn't let us down." "Yeah, thanks, Uncle Kyle," Troy echoed. "You don't mind if I call you Uncle Kyle now, do you?" I merely shook my head in response and that was enough for him. "Man, I love you both so much," he added. "Thank you for letting me do this with you guys. It was incredible." We lay there on the grass and discussed things further, until eventually the boys wanted to get back into the pond. This time, we just swam and floated, but did nothing too strenuous, as we just relaxed and enjoyed this wonderful treat. After about an hour in the water, we got back out and lay on the grass again, and that's when Troy unexpectedly made another announcement. "I've decided, something," he said, looking first at me and then at Bryce. "I want both of you to do that to me now." Bryce and I were totally astounded by his offer, so we just stared at him momentarily, unable to respond. "That's a really big step, Troy," I eventually told him. "Are you sure you want to try that?" "Yeah, I do," he confirmed. "Bryce seemed to really like it, and if he can take my dick, I should be able to handle both of yours." I looked at him kind of funny and this made Troy turn red. "Oh, man. I didn't mean it to sound like I was saying you're small or anything like that," he confessed, totally embarrassed now. "It's ok," I shot back. "We didn't take offense from it, but we certainly are small compared to you. Are you sure you want to do this though?" "Yes, I really do," he reiterated. "I've thought it over and totally want to try it." Bryce and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and concluded he was old enough to make his own decisions. "Well, I'll stretch you out a bit with my fingers first and you can see how that feels to you," I offered. "If you're ok with that, then I'll let Bryce go first, since he's not as big as I am yet. Is that all right with you?" Troy didn't say a word and merely nodded his head vigorously, so I picked up the bottle of hand lotion, squeezed a big glob of it onto my hand and rubbed it around my fingers. Then, I told Troy to get on all fours beside me and he quickly did as I requested. Gently, I slid my middle finger up and down the crack of his ass and circled it around his virgin pucker. When he didn't complain about that, I firmly, but carefully, began to push it in. He didn't even flinch as that first digit entered him and only let out a little grunt as I slid it in, but then he began to moan as I stroked his prostate with that finger. I played with it for a brief time, before withdrawing my finger, but then I added a second finger with it, but this time he groaned a little louder when I pushed them in. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was, so I twisted the fingers around carefully, before I used both fingers to massage his prostate again. He seemed to be really enjoying this, so I continued giving him that stimulation, but suddenly he cried out, arched his back and deposited his cum on the ground beneath him. "Man, how'd you do that?" he asked, once he had recovered. "You made me shoot and you never even touched my dick." Bryce immediately began to explain to him about the prostate, while I now added a third finger to his chute. This time, I felt him wince and heard him give a little 'ow' as I did it, so I paused and gave him time to adjust. I talked to him as I did this, but finally he told me to keep going, so I finished stretching him out. When he was ready, I sucked on Bryce for a second, to get him good and hard, and then I lubed him up, before he moved in behind Troy and slid his pecker into Troy's love tunnel. He did it basically in one continuous effort, since I'd stretched Troy enough to make it go in fairly easily. Once he was all the way in, Troy told him how good it felt and Bryce agreed with him, so now Bryce started to pump his hips back and forth, affectionately making love to Troy's ass. He was quite vigorous in his attempt and went faster than he usually did with me, so I guessed he was a little worked up knowing he was the very first one to do this to his new friend. I couldn't distinguish who made which little grunts, groans or moans as they continued, but it was obvious they were both enjoying this experience. When Bryce finally shot his load inside of Troy, both boys collapsed, with Bryce lying on top of Troy, with his cock still implanted in Troy's love channel. I gave both boys time to recuperate and then Troy made Bryce get off him, so he could get back on his hands and knees. "Thanks, Troy," Bryce told him, as he moved off his friend. "That was really awesome." "I thought so too and it was much better than I would have guessed, prior to you guys coming here and showing me all of this stuff," he agreed. "Ok, Uncle Kyle. It's your turn now." "Maybe you should take it easy for a while," I suggested. "No! I don't need to rest," Troy replied. "Are you sure?" I challenged. "Maybe we should leave this until another time." "No, I want to do it now," Troy reiterated. "Are you positive? You might get sore doing both of us like this for your first time," I warned. "Nah, I feel great," he assured me. "I'm positive I want to do this now, so go ahead." Since he was insistent, I added a little hand lotion to my penis, even knowing he was lubed already, both from the hand lotion I used earlier and now with Bryce's spunk too. I understood I had to take my time entering him, since I was larger than Bryce and Troy might be a little tender. "Troy, push out a little when Uncle Kyle starts to enter you," Bryce advised him. "Do it almost like you're getting ready to take a dump." Troy did as Bryce had advised him and I gradually slid my helmet past his muscular ring. This elicited a little grunt from him as it popped inside, so I asked him if he wanted me to stop. He didn't hesitate and told me to keep going, so I slowly inched more and more of my penis inside of him. When I knew my pubic hairs were scratching his butt cheeks, I hesitated again, to give him time to get ready for me to continue. Once he gave me the go ahead, I began using a very slow rhythm and gingerly pounded his ass. I kept both my hands on his hips, so I could pull him back to meet my forward thrusts, and then use them to push him away again, as I withdrew. He finally caught on to what I was doing and started to do it on his own, which impressed me with how quickly he picked that up. Now, I began to hump him with a steady rhythm, using long strokes, and wondered if he might be getting a little sore, maybe even raw, from all of the friction. I was about to ask him, when I heard him moan in enjoyment, and since he definitely wasn't whimpering in pain, I kept going. As I proceeded, I continually increased my pace and tried to make sure I was using the right angle for my penis to glance off his prostate. When I realized I was getting very close, I sped up considerably, as I readied myself to make a deposit in his love vault. When the first strands of semen left my dick and coated his interior, Troy began sighing, as if he was really enjoying what was happening, so this only encouraged me to finish him off. Once he took everything I had to give him, he collapsed beneath me, totally exhausted. As soon as I recovered, I flipped Troy over on his back and gave him a very passionate kiss, before I slid down his body and lifted his legs to his chest, so I could use my tongue to clean him out and soothe his reddened ring. I think he was a little shocked when I began doing this, but he didn't try to stop me, and a few seconds later I started to hear him moan, as my tongue glided all around the exterior and occasionally darted in and out of his opening. Once again, he was enjoying my efforts, as I slowly licked out all of the cum that was leaking back out of his hole, and when I finished, I helped him put his legs down again, so he could rest. To my surprise, he didn't do that for very long. "Oh, wow. That was totally awesome," he began to gush. "Man, you guys are so cool and I can't wait to stay at your place with you." Bryce and I both told him that we couldn't wait for that to happen either, but we reminded him that this had to be our little secret or else no one would be seeing me again for a very long time. Well, that is except for Billy Bubba in prison who'd be looking for a new ass to screw, and let me assure you the thought of that situation didn't turn me on at all. No way, no how! Once we had all regained our wits about us, we dressed and headed back to the house, knowing Troy's father would be back soon and we'd be leaving for dinner. When we got there, we cleaned up quickly and were dressed before he got home, so as soon as he returned, he hurried inside, took a quick shower and got ready to join us. I had already asked Troy what the nicest restaurant in the area was and he'd told me, so I suggested we go there. Of course his father put up a small fuss when he discovered where I'd planned to take them and said it was too expensive, but I prevailed and that's where we went. It was a nice meal and we all enjoyed what we had, and we even shared a little of our entrees with each other, so we could each taste some of the other selections as well. I also talked them into having dessert afterward, and then I paid the bill, tipped the waiter and we left. "Wow, Uncle Kyle, that was really great!" Troy told me, as we heading out of the restaurant. His father heard his comment and looked at his son oddly, and I knew what he was thinking. I was going to say something, but then decided to let him bring it up instead and he did, once we were seated in his truck. "Uncle Kyle?" Jim asked, looking at his son, once we were inside. "Sorry, Pa, I should have asked you if you'd mind if I did that," Troy confessed, "but I've just had such a great time being with him that I didn't feel right just calling him Kyle, and Mr. Loomis seemed too formal." His father merely grinned after hearing his son's apology. "I don't have a problem with you doing that," he assured his son. "I was just a little surprised, is all. I can see that you've grown very fond of both of them and I guess I have too. I'm really glad to know you'll be staying with them during the times I have to go away, because I know you'll be in good hands and will enjoy being there." "I sure will, Pa, and thanks," Troy agreed. It was a quiet ride on the way back, since we were all stuffed, relaxed and maybe even a little drowsy, so Troy leaned up against me and let his hand touch, and sometimes stroke, my outer thigh as he did so. I hoped his father didn't notice this, since I didn't know how I would explain this away, but I understood that Troy was just trying to thank me for our earlier session. When we got to their house, we sat and talked for a while, before we all went to our rooms to get some sleep. Bryce and I had agreed to join them for church in the morning and then take off from there. About an hour after I got in bed, I heard my door to my room open and Bryce and Troy came in, each going to a different side of the bed and sliding in beside me. I told them this wasn't a good idea, since Troy's father might discover us this way, but they assured me they'd go back to Troy's room before dawn, so no one would be the wiser. They each put their heads on my breast, and I wrapped my arms around their shoulders and it didn't take long before we were all asleep. I'm not sure what time they left, but one of them must have awakened and then woke the other one up, so they could go back to their own room. All I knew was that they were both gone by the time I got up. When I went downstairs, I found our host in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, so I gave him a hand, before going back upstairs to wake up the boys. They each gave me a big hug and a kiss, after they rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and Troy told us he'd miss us both when we were gone. I told him we'd be seeing each other again, so it wouldn't be a permanent separation, and I thought he could wait that long. We all had a big breakfast and filled up for the road, before we put our bikes and gear in the back of the truck, while we all rode in the cab. They took us to their church and introduced us to a few of their friends, before we entered and took our seats. It was a typical rural church, which consisted of a wooden building with four stained glass windows on each side, and there might have been forty or fifty people sitting in the pews. The minister gave his sermon, which focused on the violence in the Middle East and how it fit into Biblical prophecy. When he finished, we sang the final hymn, received the final benediction and then got up to leave. Of course, our hosts had to introduce us to the minister on the way out and told him we were friends who had come to visit them during the fair. The minister thanked us for coming to church with them and then welcomed us to return in the future. We told him we probably would and then we left. We went out to the truck and pulled the bikes out first, stood them up next to the truck and then Bryce and I quickly shed our good clothing and got ready to leave. We had worn our traveling outfits beneath our church clothes today, so we just packed the other things away, put our packs on our backs and said good-bye to our new friends. "Bye Uncle Kyle and Bryce," Troy offered, while appearing to get a little choked up. "I can't wait until I see you again, so be careful going home." "We will and we'll both miss you too," I replied, before Bryce and I each gave him a hug. "Thanks for your hospitality, Jim," I told his father, while shaking his hand. "I'm glad we met you and were able to spend so much time together." "I enjoyed it too and I look forward to seeing you again," he agreed. "I'll keep in touch, but I also insist that you come back again next year, so we can all go to the fair again. I'm sure next time Troy and I will do even better in the horse competitions." "I look forward to it," I confirmed, and then Bryce went up to him and gave him a big hug. As soon as that hug ended, we hopped at our bikes and slowly began to pedal down the road. I had already planned the rest of our route, which meant we would continue on this road for a few more days, before catching a crossroad and then circling back along a different route to get back home. We had been pedaling for a couple of hours when two pit bulls came rushing out from a farm we'd passed along the way and began to chase after us. I yelled at Bryce to take off, while I cut in front of the dogs and tried to keep them from getting to Bryce. One dog tried to bite my leg, so I kicked him in the head and slowed him down, but it also nearly caused me to lose my balance and crash in the process. I knew if that happened, then I'd end up being dog food for these two vicious animals, so I did my best to correct the problem and keep going. During the time I was floundering, the other dog had gone around me and was now chasing after Bryce again, so I started pedaling like hell and eventually caught up with it. As I pulled even with the dog, I kicked it in the side and sent it tumbling over the hard pavement. With a renewed surge of energy, I sped up again and eventually caught up to Bryce. I kept telling him to keep going, while I occasionally glanced over my shoulder to see where the dogs were. When I saw that they had given up, I told Bryce we could stop and take a quick breather. As I watched him come to a stop, I could see he was trembling slightly, so I went over to reassure him that everything was fine. He said he'd been really scared for me, not for himself, because he was afraid those dogs were going to maul me. I told him we'd just have to keep our eyes open from now on, in case we ran across other animals along the way, but I informed him we should be fine for the rest of the trip and nothing more should happen. He gave me a weak smile, as we got back on our bikes and continued on our way. The rest of our trip was fairly uneventful. Basically, we just enjoyed the ride, the scenery and our nights together. Bryce did talk about Troy a great deal during the rest of our journey and he also filled me in on some of the other things they talked about and did, and I could tell he felt a strong bond with his new friend. We didn't do anything with each other for the next couple of nights, other than for Bryce to sit on my lap and maybe give me a fatherly kiss every now and then, but we also cuddled while we slept. I thought maybe he had decided to concentrate on kids his own age now, rather than wanting to be my lover, and that didn't really bother me. I thought it was great that he had decided to focus on his peers, although I knew I would miss the lovemaking sessions we had previously enjoyed together. I'd never, however, force him to save himself just for me. On our third night after leaving Troy and his father, things suddenly changed again, but I wasn't sure why. We had just finished dinner and gone back to our room, when I found something to watch on television and sat in a chair to relax. Bryce came over to sit with me, which wasn't unusual, since he had also done this during the previous two nights, but this time he began to kiss me and worked his tongue over the surface of my lips, before he slipped it into my mouth. I was surprised when he did this, but I didn't resist his efforts, and now he began to wiggle his butt on my lap and began to stimulate my previously neglected organ. It wasn't long before he had me totally aroused, so he reached down and straightened it in my trousers for me and then positioned himself again, so it was riding up through the crack in his butt cheeks. He only had on a pair of shorts, and I wasn't even sure if he was wearing any underwear beneath them, so I was getting very excited. Bryce now took one of my hands and placed it over the bulge in the front of his shorts, to let me know what he wanted from me. I began to massage his penis through the fabric, although he was already totally hard, and we continued doing this until he pulled his mouth from over mine, so he could tell me to push his shorts down. I did as he requested and discovered the little devil definitely was not wearing any underwear, so now I began to stroke him. I made sure that I played with the flange of his penis and let my thumb run over the slit in the tip, so Bryce was squirming in my lap now, while enjoying this stimulation. He even began to buck a little, but then he looked at me and made his desires known. "That feels good, Uncle Kyle, but I don't want to cum that way," he informed me. "I want you to make love to me tonight." "Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't have to do this for me you know." "You don't want to make love?" he asked, looking mildly shocked. "It's not that, Bryce, but if you'd prefer to wait for someone your own age, then I'll understand," I suggested, I had a feeling he was currently doing this more for me than for himself, because I suspected that he had enjoyed his time with Troy more than he realized. After I told him this, he looked even more shocked than before. "No way! You're the one for me," he announced, with a very serious expression replacing his previously shocked look. "If you're talking about Troy, then yes, I did have fun with him, but you're the one I want to be with, now and forever." "Bryce, why would you want me over some cute stud?" I pressed. "Don't give me that. You're awesome too, Uncle Kyle, just in a more manly way," he explained. "I not only love you, but I feel safe with you and know that I will always want to be with you. I don't want you to think that will ever change either. Ok?" "Hey, if that's what you want and you're positive, then why would I object?" I reasoned. "I mean, actually hearing you say this, I now feel like the luckiest guy on earth. How can I be so fortunate to have a hottie like you want someone like me?" Hearing me say this, he spun around and hugged me, while planting sweet little kisses all over my face. Damn, this kid is just so hot and he turns me on so much that he could probably get me to do almost anything for him. "Uncle Kyle, I really want you to make love to me again. Please?" he pleaded. "Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked. He gave me a wicked little grin before he responded. "Anything, as long as it's with you," he replied. "Ok, sport. If that's what you want," I agreed, "but I'm going to put you in charge tonight." "What do you mean, Uncle Kyle?" he asked, slightly confused. "You'll see, little man. You'll see," I promised. He jumped off my lap and kicked his shorts off quickly, so I began to remove my own garments as well. Once I was naked, I got on the bed, so I could lie on my back, and then I told Bryce that he was going to sit on me and do it at his own pace. I think he kind of liked this idea, because he could also bend down and kiss me whenever he wanted, but I lubed him up and stretched him a little first. To do this, I had him straddle my chest and lower his butt toward my face, so I could lube and stretch him, while he greased up my pole and made sure it was completely hard. After we had completed those tasks, Bryce got up, moved down my body and squatted over my stiff mast. Slowly, he lower himself down and let me penis enter him. Then, he put his shins on the mattress and used his legs to piston himself up and down on me, which brought me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. This kid knew exactly what it took to please me and that's precisely what he did, but I didn't want to be a passive partner, so I tried to help by thrusting my hips up and down, to match his movements. I could tell that Bryce was really enjoying this as well, because he moaned and sighed continually, but he would also make a sort of a little cooing sound whenever he could manage to get my dick to graze his prostate. He would also use those wonderful little hands of his to tweak my nipples and stroke my chest, which showed me he was also concerned with giving me pleasure and this was more than just for his enjoyment. I was in heaven now, because he was also constricting his rectal muscles every time he rocked upward and then he relaxed them again as he lowered himself back down. This action had a similar effect as a milking machine suctioning on the teats of a cow and now I began to feel my juices beginning to boil, as the fires ignited in my loins. Those wonderful feelings were now also beginning to radiate outward and began to overwhelm nearly every nerve in my body. I was still trying to match Bryce's movements, but my senses were on total overload at this point, so I made a multitude of herky-jerky movements, which did little to improve on what Bryce was doing to me. Realizing the futility of my efforts and beginning to feel as if I had been covered in starch or quick-drying cement, my body began to stiffen, as my cream rose to the top. At this point, it felt as if an earthquake started to rumble from inside, as my body began to tremble, which in turn created a giant tidal wave behind it. It washed up from my scrotum and surged up the tubes in my engorged penis, before it flooded Bryce's love cavern and drowned the fires that had previously consumed us. Bryce suddenly collapsed and fell forward upon my chest, as he planted his mouth firmly over mine. He then began to kiss me passionately, as his way of thanking me for filling him up with my love. In response, I wrapped my arms around him and took over the role of aggressor in this activity, as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and let it glide all about his own. As I kissed my young partner, I realized that he hadn't had a chance to get off, because I never felt his juices spraying over my body. Since I didn't want him to miss out on enjoying his own pleasure, I encouraged him to slide up my chest and straddle my head, so I could suck him off. He was eager to comply, since I was convinced he was seeking his own measure of relief at this point. As soon he was within reach, I flicked out my tongue and began to run it all over and around his turgid member, and this elicited a few little gurgles from Bryce's throat. This showed me that he found the attention satisfactory, so I reached out and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, so I could pull him forward, until his penis was completely within my mouth. Slowly, I began to encourage him to thrust his hips back and forth, to let him know that he could take control, if he so desired. Eventually, he took over, supplied the momentum and set the pace, so I let one of my hands slip between his legs, so I could roll his little marbles between my fingers. He moaned when I did this, which told me he was enjoying the additional stimulation, but I could also tell from his increased pace that he was nearing the finish line. Within seconds, I began to feel his love muscle expand and pulse a few times, as he forced it as deeply into my throat as it would go. Now, he emptied his nuts into my oral cavity and filled me with his sweet nectar, which I loved so much. This signaled me to begin sucking on his fleshy straw, as I attempted to drain the remaining droplets from that now highly sensitive tube. He placed his hands on my head, as a sign that he couldn't take any more stimulation, so I let his penis slip from my lips. Nearly as soon as that happened, his tongue quickly replaced it, so I kissed him some more. After a few more minutes of doing this, I pulled him beside me on the bed and cuddled with him, but I also stroked his body, until he fell asleep from utter exhaustion. I just lie there and stared at him for a while, as I watched his chest rise and fall with each gentle breath he took. During this time, I noticed a few rays of moonlight filtering into the room and dancing off his clear, golden flesh and thought how truly handsome he was. I also realized how incredibly lucky I was to have him, how I never wanted to lose him and how I'd praised God every day for bringing him into my life. Very few people ever find this kind of happiness, let alone stumbles upon it when and where they least expect to find it, as I did. I eventually feel asleep, but my mind remained filled with these wonderful thoughts until I awoke again. The next day, we rode our bikes until well after our normal lunchtime, before we found a little village to stop in. They had a small community restaurant, so we pulled in there to eat. While we were enjoying our meal, we overheard several people discussing a band concert that was going to be held on their old-fashioned village green later that evening, and this was going to be followed by a fireworks display, in honor of Founder's Day. It was a big deal for the community, even though few outsiders ever attended, but I thought it might be a nice change of pace for us. I talked this over with Bryce and he agreed it sounded as if it might be fun, so after we finished our meal, we went to look for a place to stay, because we didn't want to worry about doing that later. It didn't take us very long to find the local hotel/tavern, which had probably been there since the community was founded, but they had rooms available. The owners had done some remodeling since the hotel/tavern was originally built and had taken out the middle room in each block of three. They split this room in half and turned it into bathrooms and extra closet space for the rooms on either side of it. This way, they could tear out the closet in the old room and make that room larger, so it was more in line with what people were accustomed to today. The room we were given wasn't bad, and the rates were fairly cheap, so we would be fine here. It was on the third floor, which was the top floor in this case, but fortunately they had also added an elevator shaft onto the end of the building, so we didn't have to walk up to the top floor. I even joked with Bryce that we had been given the penthouse suite, but he didn't understand the humor in my comment, so I chose to let it drop. After we took out some clean clothes and enjoyed a quick shower, alone this time -- believe it or not. We then got dressed and walked down to the village green, which was only a little over a block away, and it was really a rather pleasant place to just sit and relax. It was obvious the community had tried to maintain the village's original flavor and flair over the years, so not only had they done their best to keep the fronts of the buildings as close to original as possible, they also kept the old village green from being used for more buildings or parking spaces. They had maintained the façade of the bandstand extremely well, because other than the way the people were dressed and the vehicles that passed by, it probably didn't look much different than it had a century earlier. The band was comprised of a collection of local musicians, which included teachers and church musicians among others, but they did a very admirable job and presented a well-rounded assemblage of tunes. They did it in sort of a timeline fashion, beginning with a couple of light, fast moving classical pieces, then they moved up to a couple of songs that were popular in the 1890's (when this village was founded) before they played a few ragtime numbers from the beginning of the twentieth century. They followed this up with some blues selections and a handful of Dixieland songs, and then they did some big band numbers from the 30's and 40's, before striking up some 50's rock and roll music. After that, they played a vast selection of popular, country, and rock and roll numbers from the 60's to the present, but then their appreciative audience called upon them to do three encores, as their way of letting them know they had enjoyed their efforts tremendously. Bryce enjoyed most of the concert, although he liked some parts of it more than others, but he was very good and didn't complain about being here. I was quite impressed that he did his best to appreciate each of these new musical genres as they were highlighted, but he seemed to enjoy it best once the band began to play the 50s rock and roll music. >From that point on, he seemed to like most of the numbers they played, especially when they played songs he was familiar with. By the time the concert ended, it was quite dark out and the fireworks were set off. It was a very good assortment of aerial fireworks and Bryce enjoyed this much more than the concert. The vibrations from the exploding fireworks would ripple through our bodies and made it difficult to breathe at times, and Bryce occasionally plugged his ears, to protect them from being assaulted by the more forceful sound waves from some of the louder explosions. After the last of the fireworks had been set off, Bryce and I went back to our room and then stayed there for the rest of the night. Bryce couldn't seem to stop talking about the evening once we were alone, even after we got into bed. He asked me a variety of questions about some of the music we'd heard, before ranting about the fireworks we had seen. It was really neat to see him so excited about such simple pleasures and he was so wrapped up in these topics that he never once mentioned anything about sex. After he had unwound and we finished the discussion about what we had seen, we got into bed, with him resting his head against my shoulder and chest, before we both journeyed into dreamland. * * * * * * If you enjoy reading these stories on Nifty, then please consider helping out. There are costs associated with maintaining a site such as this, so if you are able, please make a donation to help keep this valuable asset up and running. Thank you, Erastes and the entire Nifty staff.