Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 22:00:27 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 16

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                       Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 16 - Making new friends.                  April 2002

The rest of the summer would prove to be a great deal of fun for us,
because we could be more relaxed and we didn't have to worry about being
seen out in public anymore.  To provide me with more free time to spend
with Bryce, I gave my secretary a promotion and a raise, and I made her my
office manager, giving her nearly complete charge of the business while I
was away from the office.  By promoting her, it would allow me the
opportunity to concentrate on Bryce and give him a chance to enjoy being a
kid, for once in his life.

The first thing we did was to begin our summer vacation by taking a
bike-hike together.  We stored what things we would need in backpacks,
though I also took plenty of money and my credit cards to pay for things as
we went, and we just set out, with no destination in mind.  I figured we
would just stop wherever we thought there might be something interesting to
see or do, and then stay in a motel wherever we were, keeping our bicycles
in the room with us. Our nights would be spent just loving each other, but
that didn't mean our time would always include sex, as most of the time we
planned to just enjoy being together.

On the day we departed, I asked Bryce which direction he would like to go.
At first he asked what was out there, and I told him I didn't know and it
didn't really matter.  I advised him to just pick a direction and start
pedaling, and soon we'd discover what was awaiting us there.  I think he
liked that idea, so he stood in one spot and rotated 360 degrees, so he
could look in every direction, trying to get an idea of where he might like
to head.  Finally he announced, "We've never gone this way before, so let's
try it," and that's how our adventure began.

I followed behind Bryce, allowing him to make all the decisions, although
we would ride side by side in areas where there wasn't much traffic.  He
really enjoyed this, not because he could make most of the decisions, but
because he didn't have to hide or worry about who saw him.  As it neared
lunchtime, I suggested we stop and pick something up, which we did at a
small country store.  We had them 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 there 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, to allow us to wade
in the water, letting it cool and soothe our aching feet.  We stayed there
for almost an hour, before we decided to move along, and then we pedaled
off to find something new to investigate.  Bryce was the one to select our
next destination, by pointing out a sign that read, 'Transportation Museum
1 mile ahead', and then he yelled to me that he wanted to go there.  I
merely nodded, letting him know that was fine with me, and we rode on until
we got there.

It was a semi-isolated country museum, but it had quite an assortment of
things to see.  Now I'd remembered that I'd heard others talk about this
place before, but I had never visited it, because I wasn't exactly sure
where it was located.  Now, by chance, I had found it, so I was going to
make sure I got to see all it had to offer.  This place had nearly all
modes of transportation 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 the one with the large front wheel
and the tiny rear one, to one with no pedals, and even a bicycle built for
two.  Bryce told me we should have gotten one of those for the journey, but
I told him they weren't built for the type of trip we were taking, though
he still said he thought it would have been a neat thing to do.

After that we saw their motorized collection, starting with a pair of what
looked to be among the first cars to ever be produced.  They also had cars
from each decade since that time, a bus from the 40's, and even a couple of
older motorcycles to round out their collection.  We also saw a steam
locomotive, a diesel train, and a modern engine too, along with an old
caboose and an electric cable car.  It was quite enlightening, and Bryce
climbed around on the items he was allowed to do that on, as he wanted to
experience it in as many ways as he could.  It was fun to watch him pretend
he was traveling on one of those ancient vehicles, and he would tell me
where he thought he was off to and how long it would take him to get there.
It was suddenly as if his history lessons and his imagination came
together, and he was sort of experiencing what life would have been like
back then.

Bryce continued to have a good time doing that 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, now looking for a place to stay for the night.
Soon 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
this room also had its own toilet and shower, as it was a leftover relic of
those family-owned motels of the 50's or 60's.  After we put our things in
the room, we went to the small diner that was just down the road from the
motel, and we ordered our dinner.  The amount of food you got for the price
was unbelievable, and the meal was also very tasty.  I guess the day's
workout had made Bryce famished, because that kid really packed the chow
away, and 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 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, though we didn't touch each other during this time,
and after we finished rinsing, we dried off 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 was over, Bryce told me
how much fun he had today and thanked me for all of it, and then we cuddled
together and went to sleep.

The next morning we woke up early, went over to the diner and had a big
breakfast, before we gathered up our things, checked out, and were on our
way again.  Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much to do along our
route on this fine day, and we rode straight through until lunchtime.
Actually it was a late lunch, before we found a place to pick something up,
and that only happened when we entered a small village along the way.  We
found a place where we could get something to take with us, and then we
took it to the local school grounds, where we decided to eat it as we sat
beside the athletic fields.  There was a small group of adolescents and
older teens playing soccer at the time, so we sat and watched them while we
ate.  After we finished our meal, a couple of the boys came over and asked
us if we wanted to play too.

We explained that we weren't very good at that sport, but they said it was
just for fun, but they told us it would be better with more than the five
on five they had now.  Bryce and I decided to give it a try, and we
actually enjoyed ourselves while playing, and we must have continued, off
and on, for nearly two hours.  No one kept score, and they 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 so long.  When they finally decided to stop,
we thanked them for the fun time, and then we got on our bikes and left the
area, looking for whatever would come along next.

By the time we found a motel, it was getting late, but there was also an
oriental carry out place across the street, so we made our selections, took
it to our room, and we ate it there.  Bryce didn't say much as we ate, but
he became very loving once we were done, and I could tell he wanted a
little physical attention tonight. As soon as I finished my last bite, he
was in my lap, planting kisses all over my face, before he tried to ram his
tongue down my throat.  Now I could feel him lifting my shirt and rubbing
my chest, so I knew where this was headed, and I told him we'd probably
better shower before we did anything.  He liked that idea and jumped off my
lap, grabbed my hand, and dragged me toward the bathroom.

We undressed ourselves, just to save time, but once we got in the shower,
Bryce decided he didn't just want us to bathe NEXT to each other, he wanted
us to wash each other too.  I gave him the choice as to which of us would
clean the other first, and he chose to do me, so he lovingly lathered up my
body with those soft, delicate hands of his.  He had the most wonderful
touch, feather light, and he made sure he lathered every part of me.  When
he finished doing his thing, I returned the favor, trying not only to wash
him, but also to massage him at the same time.  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?"

"Is that what you want, sport?"

"Yep, it sure is."  Now 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."  This was all the encouragement he needed, so he jumped up
and threw his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs around my body, and
ground his hard 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, then I
leaned forward to kiss him.

I placed him like that so I could keep much of my weight on my legs, so I
couldn't possibly crush him in this position.  Now I grabbed the lube from
my backpack, had him pull his legs back to his chest, greased and stretched
him thoroughly, and then I lubed up myself, before I began to kiss him some
more.  While we were making out like this, I inched myself forward and
positioned my erect penis at his beckoning hole, and then slowly penetrated
my eager partner.  I could hear him sigh as I entered him, and he stared
lovingly at me during the entire time.  As I watched him lying there below
me, all I could think about was how much I truly loved this little rascal,
and not just because of the sex, and how grateful I was that he had come
into my life.  To think of all the various things that had to happen 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.  If he was my gift from God, then I was a truly blessed person.

Bryce now let his legs rest on my shoulders, before he let them slide down
my body and wrap around my waist.  Very gently he used them to encourage me
to start our waltz of love, using them to pull me tighter to him, before
releasing me slightly.  I could have stayed that way forever, without even
moving, as I just loved the feel of his warm tissue squeezing my engorged
member, but now he was pressing for me to do more.  I began to rock back
and forth, sliding my length in and out of his love chute, and now he began
to groan and wiggle beneath me, trying to do his part in this tender mating
ritual.  One thing I had to admit about Bryce was that he was not a passive
lover, but he wasn't overly aggressive either.  It was just enough to make
you want to do more for him, without being so overpowering that it turned
you off.

Through our brief past, we had learned that we had to be fairly quiet when
we made love, so as not to draw attention to ourselves.  It wasn't that
Bryce was a screamer, or anything like that, nor would he unleash a string
of vulgar commands for me to follow.  Our communication was wordless, and I
learned what each of his little groans, moans, sighs, and whimpers came to
mean, and they would let me know when I would hit his prostate, ignite his
fires, or when he was about to cum.  Following these signals, I did my best
to please him as much as I possibly could, just watching 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 intimacy, but while we were making love, I
focused solely on him 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 of
all our physical exertion the past few days had given us better endurance,
but neither of us was going to complain about that.  We had been engaged in
this effort for quite some time now, but finally Bryce was beginning to
pant, so I knew he was getting close, and I knew I wasn't far behind him.
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, as 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, to bring us into sync.  It didn't totally work, and soon I 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 abdomen, and then dripped onto
his body.

Once Bryce had begun to ejaculate, his rectal muscles contracted, making
the friction of my love muscle even greater, causing me to reach my own
climax sooner.  Now my own dam burst, flooding his bowels with my hot
baby-making fluids, and I made my own guttural sounds, as I filled him with
my love.  Now we were both panting, and then our breathing began to slow,
which spurred us to kiss each other again and again, but this time even
more passionately than before.  Once we took a break from this show of
affection, Bryce began to tell me how much he enjoyed this session.

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

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

"Super!  I just love you so much."

"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 hope you can understand that."

"I do, and I love you and I love what we do too."

"Okay, as long as you know the difference."

We did not go to sleep right away after that, as we continued to kiss,
touch each other, and talk.  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 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 day we set out again, but we hadn't gone all that far before we
saw a small herd of horses grazing in a field, with a couple of colts
frolicking playfully with each other.  Bryce wanted to stop and watch the
young horses play, so we sat on our bikes and watched them merrily romp
about.  While we were sitting there, a guy in a truck came by and stopped.

"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?"

"Oh, nearly a year now."

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

"They're mine," the man answered.  "Have you ever ridden a horse?"

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

"No, I'm sorry.  I've never ridden a horse, except for those ponies that go
around in a circle at carnivals.  I rode them when I was a kid."  I was
kind of embarrassed after I told them this.

"Well, how would you two like to go for a ride with my son and me?  I
promised him yesterday that we'd go out for a bit today."

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

"True, but we often take others with us, and the horses need the exercise.
If you're interested, we'd be happy to have you join us, but that's
entirely up to you."  Bryce looked at me now, his face displaying that
pleading expression of his.

"Can we, Uncle Kyle?  Please?"

"Well, we're in no hurry and I imagine riding a horse would be a nice
change from riding this bike."

Bryce was all excited now, and the man gave us directions on how to get to
his house.  He told us he'd have everything ready by the time we got there,
as it was about three-quarters of a mile up the road.  We thanked him for
his offer and told him we'd meet him there, so he drove off, and we
followed in the same direction.  By the time we reached his home, he and
his son were leading four horses out of the barn.  His son looked to be
around fourteen, and quite a handsome lad.  He had a very solid body,
probably from doing a great deal of physical work on their farm, and he
smiled at us, when he saw us pedal up the long drive.

"Hi.  Are you the guys who are going to go riding with us?"

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

The boy got up on his horse and gave me a quick demonstration about how to
use the reins, how to use my knees, and a quick 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 on that horse, 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 the horse and I did a few unplanned spinning maneuvers, before we went
in a direction that I didn't necessarily want to go.  The kid came to my
rescue, riding up and grabbing my horse's harness, and then he led 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 hoping he and Bryce
would spend time together, as Bryce didn't have many boys his own age to
hang out with.

The kid's father took the lead, with Bryce following him, and the two of us
bringing up the rear.  We had no idea what he had in store for us, but
Bryce was doing quite well, and over time I began to do better myself.  It
was a lovely day, and they were taking us on a very scenic tour of their
land, so other than the constant bouncing up and down in the saddle, it was
nearly perfect. We traveled across fields, rode up gently sloping hills,
followed a trail through a wooded area, and finally we came to a lovely,
secluded pond, so we dismounted and let the horses graze.

"What do you think of my place?" the guy asked us.

"It's fantastic, and very large," I told him.  "You seem to have a great
selection of the best that nature has to offer here."

"Sure do.  I just love this place."

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

"Well, Troy, I'm not sure this pair would be up to that."  He had a strange
look on his face, as he said this to the boy.

"Uncle Kyle and I swim all the time, and it sounds like a great idea,"
Bryce told him.  The father just stared at him.

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

"That's okay," Bryce announced, without looking to me for permission.
"Uncle Kyle and I do that in our pool all the time too."  The father now
had sort of a startled look on his face, but his son was beaming, either
because he was going to get to swim, or maybe 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 it."

"Mine either," I answered.  "Like he said, we do this in our pool at home."
Before we had time to say any more, the two boys were already removing
their clothes, though I wasn't sure if they were in a hurry to swim or to
see the other naked.  His father and I took a more leisurely pace, and I
kept glancing up to look at his son, and I was surprised to see that the
boy was quite well hung for his age.  I'd estimate he had nearly six inches
limp!  He was also cut, and had a light brown horseshoe pubic patch
highlighting it, and he had a very well toned body to match.  I also
watched Bryce, as he saw what this kid had, and his mouth dropped open and
I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head when he noticed
the other kid's penis.  I heard the boy's father chuckle slightly.

"Seems like your boy isn't used to seeing someone quite that big, is he?
It's in the genes and runs in the family."  Now I looked over to glance at
the father, who was uncut but probably seven or eight inches flaccid, so I
understood what he was talking about.  The unfortunate thing was, now I was
a bit self-conscious about my own manhood, almost like a young boy getting
naked for the first time with older friends.

"Don't worry about it, we aren't judgmental," his father said, almost as if
he'd read 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 too, such as none of us were ever too good with school work."
Now he smiled at me, putting me 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, and
almost seemed to pose for us, so we could get a good look at it whenever he
was nearby.  I was sure curious as to 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 redressed and head back in.  We let the boys ride up in
front this time, and the two of us followed behind, and we talked as we
rode.  I learned that this guy's wife had died a couple years before, from
complications from breast cancer, and he and his son had been living on
their own 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, if he'd let me
help, but I told him I'd have to talk to Bryce before I would commit to
anything else.

At that point he sped up, to catch up with the boys, and soon Bryce was
waiting for me to catch up with him, as the father told Bryce I wanted to
speak with him.  I explained to him about the offer, and he quickly stated
that he thought that would be great, so when we got back to their house, I
told our host we had decided to accept his generous offer.  Once we
dismounted, I realized how sore my buttock was from bouncing up and down in
the saddle, and now I knew why most cowboys were also bowlegged.  Riding a
horse was really harder than it looked, and it took a lot more out of you
too.  Once I had adjusted to walking again, he and I went into the house to
work on the meal, and the boys took the horses to the barn, to unsaddle
them and rub them down.

The boy's father and I got to talk a bit while we were chopping vegetables
and preparing the various dishes, and I told him that they were welcome to
visit us any time too.  He told me that there were times when he was called
out of the area on business, so he couldn't take his son with him, and he
asked if we'd mind if he stayed with us every now and then.  I told him
that would be fine, as long as we had enough prior notice, and I explained
to him that I thought it would be nice for Bryce to have some company
closer to his own age.  That's when he asked me about him, and I merely
told him that Bryce was my nephew, and he was just coming to live with me,
due to family problems.  He didn't press my explanation further, so I let
it drop too, seeing that seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

Unbeknownst to the two of us, after the boys finished taking care of the
horses, they spent a little time taking care of each other too.  Troy was
the one who suggested this, after making a comment about one of the
stallions, and this led to a discussion about jerking off.  Troy asked
Bryce if he ever did it, and then he asked him if he had ever done it to
anyone else.  When he got an affirmative response to both questions, he got
brave, and then he asked Bryce if he'd like it if they did it to each
other.

Of course Bryce wasn't shy about that, and I think he'd even been
fantasizing about getting ahold of Troy's monster, so he quickly agreed.
Troy offered to do Bryce first, I guess his attempt at being a good host,
so Bryce quickly dropped his pants and underwear, and Troy began to rub
him, to get him hard.  Once that was accomplished, he began to masturbate
Bryce, though 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, and Bryce figured he had
done this with other boys too, but he didn't care and he just relaxed and
enjoyed Troy's calloused fingers rubbing over his own boner.  After doing
this for a couple of minutes, Bryce began to feel those familiar rumblings
in his testicles, and he knew he was nearing that moment of total ecstasy.
It wasn't much longer before he was arching his back, moaning, and sending
his threads of cum splashing on the hay on the barn floor.  Troy even made
sure he helped to support him, so he wouldn't collapse, but soon Bryce had
recovered and was ready to return the favor.

Troy now dropped his britches, so Bryce could get at his mostly erect
member, and Bryce reached out and wrapped his small hand around that
one-eyed giant.  Bryce told me 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.  Now he began to pump on it, and he told me Troy really began to
moan quite loudly as he did this, so he was glad we weren't anywhere close
by.  He told me Troy was steadying himself by placing one hand on Bryce's
shoulder and the other arm against a slatted pen wall, and Bryce pumped
frantically on him, thinking the bigger size would mean it would take him a
longer time to shoot.  That wasn't the case.  Troy must have been somewhat
aroused by having just given Bryce a hand-job, and now Bryce's own jacking
techniques sped him toward the brink.  Soon he was groaning and spewing his
milky-white juices in the same area Bryce's had gone, with the two mixing
together on the barn floor.  Bryce made sure he milked him dry, flicking
the last few drops with his finger, so they didn't land and harden on his
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.

All of us ate quite well, as the day's exertion had made us all very
hungry, but we had fixed plenty of food, so there was nothing to worry
about.  I had tried to give this guy some money towards the meal, but he
wouldn't accept it, saying if we were going to allow his son to stay with
us from time to time, that would be payment enough.  I understood this was
a matter of pride, so I didn't push it any further, and everyone seemed
quite satisfied with this new friendship.

After dinner we all went back outside, and we sat on their porch and talked
about many things.  We told the boys about our idea for Troy to come stay
with us, whenever his father had to go out of town, and they both seemed
very excited about this possibility.  Bryce began to tell them about our
place, and suddenly Troy's father became a little intimidated by his
description of it.  I sensed this, and told him it wasn't all that special,
but he wasn't buying that.  I then explained that I had started my own
business, expanded it to several stores, so I was doing very well
financially.  I invited them to both visit us, as soon as possible, so they
could see that this was just a nice home, not a mansion or anything, and I
finally got them to agree.  To put him even more at ease about all of this,
I then went on to explain my family background, and that's when I saw him
begin to identify with me again, and he began to relax once more.

After talking for some time and getting to know each other better, I
happened to notice that Bryce kept dozing off. His eyes would slowly close,
his head and neck would snap forward or backward quickly, and then he'd
lift it back up and open his eyes, only to repeat the same thing over
again.  I brought it to the attention of the other two, and we watched him
do it a couple more times, before Troy shook Bryce and told him to follow
him up to his room.  The boys left, with Troy assisting Bryce, and I guess
they'd be sleeping together tonight, though I assumed Bryce would not
object to that.

The two of us sat out even longer, and we downed a couple of cans of beer,
while he filled me in about some of his life, including his childhood and
marriage.  He told me that Troy had taken the death of his mother very
hard, and even withdrew socially for about a year afterward, and that's why
he was concerned about leaving the boy alone or with people the kid
couldn't identify with.  He said he saw immediately how Troy and Bryce had
clicked, which hadn't happened for Troy in some time, and that's why he was
bold enough to ask that favor of us.  I explained to him I was glad he did,
as Bryce had gone through some tough times of his own, and I was glad to
see he had someone his own age to bond with.  He seemed to consider that a
good sign, and we were now becoming fast friends.

When we decided to turn in, he showed me to the guest room and pointed out
where the bathroom was, and then he went to his own room, leaving me to my
own devices.  Before I fell asleep, I lay in bed just thinking 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 we would
do after we left here, thinking I'd ask them tomorrow for suggestions about
anything close by worth seeing, and then we'd go from there.

The next morning we joined them 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?"

"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.  We're going, aren't we, Pa?"

"Yeah, we're are going Friday.  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."

"Are you doing that?"

"Yeah, we're both doing that.  I'm in the senior division and Troy is going
to compete 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?"

"Well, we have no set plans, and it does sound like fun, especially since
we'll know some of the participants."

"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 or take advantage of your
hospitality."

"It's no imposition and you wouldn't be taking advantage," Troy's father
told us.  "Besides, unless you already have reservations, you probably
wouldn't be able to get a room at this late date.  Why don't you just stay
here with us, then you can join us when we go, and we'll find other things
to do in between times."

"Well, what do you think, Bryce?"

"Can we?"

"Well, it sounds as if you want to, but only if I can contribute toward all
the exxpenses.  I won't take no for an answer on that."

"Okay, but I don't like it.  We're just happy to have some company, aren't
we, Troy?"

"Sure, Pa.  It's been fun with them here."  Now Troy smiled at Bryce,
giving me the hint that something went on between the two of them.  That
didn't bother me, though I hoped that big thing hadn't been rammed up
Bryce's butt, but he wasn't walking funny, so I'd bet they hadn't done
that.

"Today is only Thursday," Troy pointed out, "so we'll have time to do other
things too."

"There is still work that needs to be done," his father responded, giving
him a somewhat annoyed look.

"Tell you what," I informed him.  "Bryce and I will help with the chores,
so we can all have time to have some fun too."

"We don't allow guests to do work!"

"Then think of us as family, and we're just helping out.  Either you let us
help, or we'll have to be on our way."

Troy looked anxiously at his father, not sure how he'd respond, but
eventually he got his answer.  "Well, you sure are demanding, but it's your
choice.  I'd never force anyone to do my chores."

"I'm glad to hear that, and I'd never force anyone to entertain me, so
we're even."  Now that it was settled, we set about helping them do their
daily routine.  I don't know how much time we saved them, as they had to
take some of that time to explain how to do everything to me, but we did
have it all completed by shortly after lunchtime.

"Not bad, for a couple of city boys," Troy's father told us.  "Anytime
you're looking for work, you just let me know.  If I don't need help, I
have plenty of friends who might."

"Well, I appreciate your offer, but this is just too hard to do everyday."
I laughed after I said that, to let him know it was only partially the
truth, but he understood and joined in the little joke.

"Yeah, that's why my wife and I had Troy, so he could do most of the work."

"Oh, Pa, I thought you had me so you'd have someone to carry on the family
name."

"Yep, that was part of it, to carry the name and anything else that needed
to be lifted."  Troy gave his father a very disgusted look, but Bryce
started laughing too.  Troy now looked over at Bryce, and tried to give him
a dirty look, but it didn't work.  The only thing that happened was that
Troy ended up laughing too, and the more he looked at Bryce, the more the
two of them giggled.  Now it was more than just what had been said, it was
laughter breeding more laughter, and it was contagious.  Now we were also
laughing, both with and at the boys, but we were all in tears now, and our
sides were beginning to ache.  After several minutes of this uncontrollable
laughter, we finally began to settle down, only to go through several more
giggling flare-ups before it had finally ended.

Once we were past this little episode, Troy and Bryce suggested that we
ride out to the pond and go swimming again.  Troy's father told us we could
go, but he had things to do to get ready for these competitions.  I
suggested that I stay behind and help him, but he told me there was nothing
for me to do, so I should go with the boys and let the water drain the
weariness from my sore muscles.  I questioned him if there wasn't something
I could do to help, but he still insisted there was nothing, so I decided
to go with the boys and enjoy that watery retreat.

Bryce and Troy saddled up the three horses and we rode back 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, and 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 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.  Now Bryce came over and
tried to draw me into their little games, and he jumped on my back, trying
to push me below the surface of the water.  Instead, I flipped him over my
back, causing him to land on his back on the surface of the water, soon to
slip below it, and that's when Troy joined in the action.

I tried to flip him over my shoulder too, but he was ready for that, so I
arched myself backward, flopping into the water, with him beneath me.  Now
he released his grip on me, and scrambled to reach the surface.  I rolled
onto my side, and reached out to grab him, and I caught hold of him just
above the waist.  Now he struggled to get away from me, and I ended up with
my hands wrapped around him, but now firmly gripped against his family
jewels.  Now he began to squirm around even more, causing my wrists and
palms to rub over his boyhood.  It must have been the friction that began
to get him excited, and now his trouser snake began to get hard, which only
caused 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, but that's when Bryce came over and saw what was happening.

"Uncle Kyle, now you're going to have to help him take care of his boner."
Troy looked up at Bryce, confusion etched on his face, wondering what his
new friend was doing to him.  Sure he was enjoying his uncle's flesh
rubbing over his cock, but now Bryce was telling his uncle that he'd have
to jerk him off or something.  By this time we were standing in the shallow
water, and moving toward the shore, but Bryce saw Troy's confusion and
tired to put him at ease.

"It's okay.  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.  He should know that
coming right out and saying things like that 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 finally was able to get out.  "Uh, this isn't right, and what
have I told you about our privacy?"

"It's okay, Uncle Kyle.  He's cool about this.  We did it twice yesterday."

"That may be, but you're both boys, and I'm an adult.  I'm not supposed to
do anything 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 it to me too."  Now he walked over
and thrust his hips toward me, as if he were offering me his partially
erect member.

"It's okay, Uncle Kyle.  He won't tell anybody."

"No, I promise I won't."

"But I could go to jail for this, and what would your father say if he
found out?"

"Probably nothing.  He's not like that.  If he knew I asked you to do it,
he'd just say okay."

"But." I started, but I didn't get any further.

"No, it's okay.  Please?"  He gave me this look of longing 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 to anyone about this."  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, slowly massaging both it and his testicles, and 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, when Troy ended my
distraction.  "Oh, would you?  I always wondered what that would be like.
Please."

We discussed this a few minutes more, before I finally agreed, so now I
took him into my mouth, but there was no way I could take it all.  I worked
what I could with my lips and tongue, stroking the rest of it with my hand,
and this new stimulation must have really excited him, because before long
I could feel the first of those warm liquid strands hitting the back of my
throat.  I finished him off, sucking him dry, and now he just lay there,
recuperating from what we had just done.  I knew that this would be
something he would probably always remember, though I also hoped it was
something he wouldn't talk about.

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