Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 16:13:35 EDT From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 17 Legal Notice: The following story may contain descriptions of graphic sexual acts. These acts may be between boys or between a man and a boy. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. The author, or his designee, retains copyright to this story. There may be no reproducing or distribution of this story without expressed written consent. * * * * * * * * Throw Away Kid - by Erastes Copyright 2000 by Erastes Chapter 17 - We're back in the saddle again. April 2002 After I finished doing Troy, we just let him lie there and recuperate, and I moved over to take care of Bryce. I could see that he was quite aroused, from watching me take care of his friend, so now I clamped on to his smaller muscle, sucking so hard I could have drawn a VW Beetle through a straw. Bryce was really moaning from the very start, while his pelvis bucked off the ground like a Mexican jumping bean in a heat wave. I knew his watching me do Troy had him so stimulated that he wouldn't take very long to blow, and I was right. Now he jammed his teen rod into my throat, as it vomited its sex juice into my gullet, and then he gave a few more jerks before he had finished. Once he had emptied his entire load into my mouth, 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 told me. "Well, I don't want that to get out as public information." "It won't, but damn, that was just so unbelievable. I didn't think that shooting your load could feel that good. I really want to thank you for that." "Well, you don't have to, but I'm not sure there will ever be a repeat of that." "Why not? I loved it and I won't tell on you. Please? I will be staying with you when my pa has to go away, remember. We could do it then." "We'll talk about that later, but I'll have to think about it some more first." "Okay, but you know how I feel about it, and I really would like to do it more. Can I do that for you now?" "Uh, I don't think that would be such a good idea." "Why not? I want to try it too, 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. I mean, what I did to you would look bad enough, but to have a kid do it to me too, well, well, they take even a grimmer view on that." "No one will ever know. 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 and put his mouth next to my dick, and he began to lick it like a lollipop. I wanted to stop him, and I actually started to, but he gave me a very sad look, which made me stop. 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 orgasm, and he began to give Troy some advice on how to do it correctly. Troy was an eager student and followed Bryce's instructions without question, and I was the recipient of his budding expertise. Now Bryce joined in, kissing me and then licking and sucking on my nipples, and now I was 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 situation. Here were two boys, willingly 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, and every nerve in my body began to tingle, but then my muscles began to tighten, as 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 that to him, and then he saw me do that to 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, until I reached out and placed my hand on his head, letting him know he should stop. As he pulled off, he looked up at me and grinned, with traces of cum showing beneath his lips, but then he had to seek some reassurance about what he had done. "Did I do all right? Did you enjoy it?" he asked me. I merely grinned and nodded my head, as 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." This seemed to be enough reward for Troy, and he beamed with pride. "Super! I just hope that we could do this whenever we're alone from now on." Neither of us responded to his comment, and Troy understood why, so we left it at that and just lay on the ground until we regained our strength. After we had calmed down, 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. "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." Now he produced a bar of Ivory soap and began to clean himself up. The rest of us thought this was a great idea, so we borrowed the soap to do the same, and now all four of us were 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 would lose our grip on the bar, or it would be tossed between two of us, so if it didn't float, we'd have been constantly diving to try to find it. After we finished cleaning up, we got out of the pond, dried off, and began to discuss what we were going to do next. "Well," Troy's father began, "all the work is done for today, so our night is free. 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, so I made a suggestion. "How about this? What if we take you out to dinner tonight, and then we could take the boys to the fair, and give them time to ride on the rides and such? Tomorrow you will both be busy with the riding, and they won't have time to enjoy themselves, so we can let them get that out of their system tonight. It will be our treat." "Well, you boys don't have to pay our way, but I think it's a good idea." "Nope, I'll pick up the tab for tonight, in return for our nights' lodgings. That would only be fair." "I don't see it like that, but if you insist." Troy's father gave in, but he had to let us know in his own way that he wasn't expecting payment for putting us up for those few nights. I knew he was a proud man, and I wanted to make sure I didn't tread on his pride, but I knew he'd take repayment for a debt, even if he hadn't requested that payment. We all went in the house and changed, before we hopped in their truck, and then we headed off for the fair. He and I rode in the cab, while the boys sat in the back, and we talked a little more as we rode. When we arrived at the fair, I paid the admission and parking fees, and then we took a quick walk around to see what was there. Once we had made the entire tour around the fairgrounds, we picked out which tent we wanted to eat at and had a quick meal. After that the boys wanted to try their hands at some of the games, so we walked with them to see how they'd do. The first place they stopped was the hoop-toss booth. They had prizes attached to bottles, and you were to throw your hoop at the one you wanted. If the hoop went over the bottle and the prize, you won it, and you got three hoops at a time. I handed both the boys a twenty dollar bill, and Troy looked at me, as if I were daft, but Bryce told him it was okay, so they took the money and paid for their first attempt each, putting the change in their pockets. Neither did very well at their first try, so they did it again, this time with Troy winning a small prize. After that we walked on, looking for the next game of chance to try. This time it was a basketball shoot. The ball was normal size, but the rim was much smaller than normal, and your prize depended on how many balls you sank. They both gave it a try, though we could tell right away this wasn't their forte, so they gave up on that game quite quickly. >From there the boys quickly discovered a baseball throwing game, where you had to knock weighted, wooden bottles off of a barrel. They were much better at this, though it was not an easy game, but they did win some prizes, which Troy's father and I ended up carrying. The boys seemed to be having a really good time, and they kept teasing each other over how they did at the various booths, and I was enjoying watching them have such a good time together. Now the boys were ready to try some of the rides, and they chose the Ferris wheel first, but they wanted to ride with us, instead of each other. We agreed, so I rode with Bryce, and Troy with his father, and we got a really good view of both the fairgrounds and the surrounding area from that height. It was a nice relaxing ride, and it gave us a chance to be alone and talk, and Bryce 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 as I did him, and I was more than happy to accommodate him in that regard. After the Ferris wheel, we went to a ride called the 'Whip', which was set up on an oval track, but it would whip you around the rounded ends, sending you crashing into the person you were riding with. This time Troy wanted to ride with me, so Bryce rode with Troy's father, and Troy thought it was hilarious every time he would slide across the seat and crash into my side. Of course I knew how this ride worked in advance, so I took the inside position, and he would slide as far away from me as he could on the straight-aways, just so he'd have farther to slide, and with more force, when our bodies collided. I actually thought he might have been getting aroused from this activity, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything to him. When the ride ended, we walked to the next area, where the boys chose to go on a revolving swing ride. On this ride, you would sit on a swing, and then when it started, you would be spun around, with the swing going out in a large circle over the passing crowd. Every time they passed over us, we could hear them laughing or hooting, telling us that they were enjoying what they were doing. Troy's father and I were both glad to see the boys getting along so well and having such a great time, and he told me he was glad I had suggested this. We both knew that each boy needed more interaction with those in their own age group, and this let them have time with each other. The rest of the night went much the same, with the boys moving back and forth from the games to the rides, but they were having a blast, no matter what they were doing. We allowed them to continue on, 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. It had cooled down a lot while we were there, and I was worried that one or both could catch a good cold in the late night air, doing sixty miles an hour or so. When we got home, we all went right to bed, and soon I could hear different levels of snoring coming from the other rooms. It was actually the sound of the gentle hum coming from the boys' room that put me to sleep, and I drifted off, picturing the good time they had tonight at the fair. I knew we'd be going back again, but mainly to watch our new friends compete, so I was glad they had a chance to just be boys for a night. I would have spent much more than I did to see that happen. The next morning was a flurry of activity, as the pair prepared for their big day. They packed up the things they'd need to take with them, before they loaded their horses in the horse trailer, which we'd pull behind the truck, and they both looked pretty nervous about their upcoming competitions. Bryce and I tried to calm them down, by trying to distract them by bringing up other topics, but that never lasted for long. Each time one of them would seem to return from these brief mental forays even more uptight than before, so we decided to abandon our attempts. The trip to the fair was very quiet, as no one spoke, and we helped them gather their things and take them over to the show-grounds, where the competition would take place. Once they had everything in order, Bryce and I went to find the best seats we could in the grandstands, so we could see them compete and cheer for them. We knew they probably wouldn't hear us, but we wanted to root for them anyway. Besides, these would be the first events of this type that we had ever seen in person. The first competition was the barrel riding, 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 rider and his horse, and it was fun to watch. Both Troy and his father did well enough to make it through the preliminary rounds, and now they would compete this evening for the prizes. Bryce and I walked down to congratulate them, once the finalists were announced, and they were both busting with pride when we caught up to them. We had some time between events, so we went to grab a bite to eat and 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, and he was stroking Troy's ego as best he could. Troy was loving every minute of it, just absorbing the compliments as soon as they were offered, and I was proud of how Bryce was going out of his way to meet the needs of his friend. 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. If you're familiar with this event, the rider has to lasso the calf, flip it onto the ground, before he ties its feet, and this is also a timed event. I guess it wasn't as easy as some of the competitors made it seem, because we saw guys miss roping the calf, while others had trouble getting it on the ground, and still others had their rope come undone, after the calf's feet were tied. Troy and his father did okay, and once again advanced to the finals, and we were screaming and hollering for them while they competed. When this early round ended, they both came over and told us they could hear us above the crowd, so we must have had really big mouths. Anyway, they said we helped to spur them on, and then they thanked us for the support. Now we had a couple of hours to kill before the evening finals, so we let the boys go back to play the games again and take another turn on the rides. They wanted Troy's dad and I to go with them on the rides, but Troy's father said he couldn't do that and still compete later, so he'd sit it out. Now both boys were after me to join them, so I did, and they took me over to the swings first. The swings were three across, so they wanted me in the middle, and then the two of them taunted me the whole time it was going round and round, hoping I'd get dizzy, or maybe even puke. When I didn't do either, they were disappointed, but they dragged me off to the next ride. We went back to ride on the whip, and of course I was placed on the inside position, with Troy next to me, and Bryce on the outside. They must have discussed this before hand, because each time the car straightened out, they would slide to one side, then slam into me again as we whipped around the corners. They thought this was the funniest thing going, so I would let out a big 'oof' every time they did that. This made them do it even more, and they were a little sad when the ride came to an end, but we went from there to the Ferris wheel again. Now they wanted me in the middle, so they could both sit next to me, so once the bar was locked into place, I put my arms around their shoulders and prepared to enjoy the ride. The boys were rocking our seat, trying to scare me, but all they did was get chewed out by the guy operating the Ferris wheel, once we got back to ground level. I laughed at them when that happened, even though they were a bit embarrassed. For the rest of the ride, the boys just sat and enjoyed the view, trying to talk me into doing something with both of them again tomorrow. I told them I wasn't sure that was a good idea, but they weren't about tot give up. They were still pestering me when the ride ended, so I told them we'd discuss it later. That seemed to work, 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 Troy's father. By the time we got there, Troy's father 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. He rushed Troy over and made sure the officials knew he was there, and then Troy mounted up and had to go make his run in the barrel race. I felt bad when he began, because his timing wasn't there and he just wasn't clicking like he was earlier in the day, and I felt it was my fault. He made his second run, and did slightly better, but it was obvious at that point that he wasn't going to win any prizes in this competition. When he rejoined us, I apologized to him, telling him it was my fault for not getting him back sooner, 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, because soon he would also be competing in the calf roping. We were all holding our breath when Troy came out the first time, but he was on fire. He roped the calf, had it down and tied very quickly, and we knew he'd have one of the best times. His second run wasn't quite as good, but still not bad, but he did finish as runner-up for the junior division calf roping. His father gave him a big hug when it was over, just to let him know he had done well, as the only one to beat him was a boy two years older than himself. All of us congratulated him, patting him on the back or shaking his hand until his arm was sore, and he was happy that he had at least done well at one of his events. Soon it would be his father's turn to try and shine. We tried to keep Troy's dad company, but he was the kind who liked to be left alone to concentrate and visualize what was going to happen during each event. Realizing that, we made our way back to the grandstand, went back to our seats, and then we waited for the senior races to get underway. His first run was absolutely awesome, and Troy's dad and the horse literally moved as one. His second run was even better, as the pair moved like the wind. It was a sight to behold, and something we'd always remember. Not only did they win that heat, but they also won the competition, setting a new fair time record in 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 we learned his father had won. It was really neat, and I'm sure his father appreciated every note he uttered. We thought now he'd be even more cranked for the calf roping, but maybe he was 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 the calf was able to shake it off before he 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 bother him, however, as he was still so up from the barrel riding, but they both had something to be proud of. After everything was over, we loaded the horses into the trailer, threw their gear in the back of the truck, and then we headed back to their home. It was a fun ride, as we joked about the whole day, especially hamming it up about the mistakes they'd made during their runs, turning those disasters into comedy routines. We all had some good laughs, and it was good to see they didn't take themselves too seriously, and we all had fun. I think the boys messed around a little in their room that night, before they went to sleep, but neither of them said anything to confirm this later. Maybe it was just my suspicion that something happened, although there would have been nothing wrong with that, but it was just that they were both so excited as they went to bed that I figured they'd need a little action to help them calm down. Whatever they did it worked, and both of them were sound asleep when I peeked in on them around midnight. Saturday morning I mentioned we should be leaving, 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. Troy begged us to stay for just one more day, and I hadn't made up my mind yet, when his father announced he had to run some errands, so he'd be gone for a while this afternoon. He told us he'd like to have us stay longer, but I told him only if I could take them out to dinner later, and he smiled and agreed. This sent Bryce and Troy jumping around and whooping it up, telling us that they were happy with the decision. 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 an idea what they had in mind. Troy's father told us we should do that while he was gone, and then we could come back to the house and we'd dress and go to dinner. If only he knew what the boys wanted, then I wonder if he would be so supportive of their scheme. Within the hour he was getting ready to leave, and the boys had the horses saddled and ready for us to do our thing. I knew they had something more planned, because they kept whispering to each other and then glancing over at me, but I wasn't sure what they had in store for me. They continued to smile in my direction, and then pass more secrets between them, so I figured this time it must be pretty involved, whatever it was. We saddled up and rode out to the pond, with the horses going at a trot, rather than a walk. When we got to the pond, the boys secured their horses, undressed, and were in the water 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, getting me to focus on him, and then suddenly I felt Troy behind me, reaching between my legs and stroking my cock to life. When I spun around to confront him about this, Bryce came in behind me and did the same thing. Now I knew I was in for some stimulation, only I didn't know what to expect next. That's when Troy came up from the side, started to rub his groin against my leg, and then he kissed me when I turned to say something to him. Bryce was laughing when he saw this, like it was the most comical thing he had ever witnessed, but then he approached me from the other side and began to do the same thing. He kissed me on the cheek, because Troy still was attached to my mouth, but both boys were humping my legs, like two horny dogs. Now I didn't know what to do. Troy was frantically pressing his tongue against my lips, but I still hadn't opened them to accommodate his efforts, as I was considering how far I should let this go. About this time, Troy reached down and squeezed my nuts, just enough to hurt a little, and this caused me to open my mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. Now he got very aggressive, using his tongue to explore my mouth and get himself all worked up, but it was Bryce who suggested our next move. "Come on, Uncle Kyle. Let's go up on the grass and have some fun." I was still a bit reluctant, but these two had me worked up as well, and they were just like powerful magnets, drawing me to them. We went up on shore, and that's when I found out what they had planned. "Uncle Kyle, I told Troy last night I'd let him do me. He's never made love to anyone before, but I told him you'd have to show him how to loosen me up, so he doesn't rip me apart with that big hog of his." "Well, if you're sure you can handle that much." "Yeah, I know I can, if I get stretched first." "Okay, if you're sure." Troy was just standing there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eager for this new experience to begin. "Man, you two are so cool," he told us. "I didn't think a guy and a boy could be so open about all this stuff." "Well, we do have a special relationship," I told him. "Now, did you boys prepare for this and bring any lube?" "Oh, yeah. Troy brought it on his saddle," Bryce informed me. Hearing that, Troy ran over to his horse and grabbed a small plastic bag, which was attached to his saddle horn. I hadn't noticed that before and wondered how I'd missed that. From it he extracted a bottle of hand lotion, which I take it was the best he had to offer, so I told Bryce to lie down, and I used the lotion to grease up my fingers and begin to stretch him. Troy was watching this intently, amazed at how Bryce adjusted to first one, and then two, and finally three of my fingers. He was even more surprised that Bryce seemed to be enjoying it, and not experiencing any discomfort from that. When I thought Bryce was ready, I had him get on all fours, and then I had Troy move in behind him. I told Troy to go slowly, letting just his cock-head enter first, and then wait for Bryce to tell him to continue. I explained that after Bryce gave him the go ahead, he was to continue entering him slowly, allowing Bryce time to adjust, as he moved farther and farther inside of him. Once he was completely inside of his partner, I slid under Bryce, so I could suck him and he could suck me, and suddenly there was a flurry of activity. While I sucked on Bryce, I could watch Troy's massive dick sliding in and out of Bryce's rectum, and Bryce seemed to be handling him quite well. I hoped this wouldn't spoil it for me later, either with Bryce wanting something bigger or stretching Bryce out so it wasn't as pleasurable for me any more. Troy was an extremely vocal lover, making many sounds while having sex, so I guess we'll have to be careful where 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, and I knew Bryce was enjoying it too. Even though his mouth was full with my penis, I could tell by his little grunts, coos, and sighs that it was good for him too, and my sucking on his muscle was probably only adding to that pleasure. Now Troy was really grunting and panting, banging Bryce's butt with machinegun like rhythm, and I knew he was getting close to blowing his wad. I thought Bryce was getting close too, from this dual stimulation, and I could feel my own blood boiling, as all my senses were being stimulated simultaneously. Troy was the first to bust a nut, filling 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 had been completely drained, we collapsed almost 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, and I knew I was extremely lucky to have them in my life. About that time Bryce rolled over and spoke to me. "Thank you, Uncle Kyle. I knew you wouldn't let us down." "Yeah, thanks, Uncle Kyle," Troy echoed. "You don't mind if I call you Uncle Kyle, do you?" I just 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 that. It was incredible." We lay there on the grass and discussed things further, until eventually the boys wanted to go back into the pond. This time we just swam and floated, nothing too strenuous, and 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 made another announcement. "I've decided, something. I want both of you to do that to me now." Bryce and I were surprised by this, and we just stared at him. "That's a really big step, Troy," I told him. "Are you sure you want to try that?" "Yeah, I do. Bryce seemed to 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 then he turned all red. "Oh, I didn't mean that you're small or anything like that." He was totally embarrassed now. "It's okay, we didn't take offense, but are you sure you want to do that?" "Yes, I do. I've thought it over, and I really want to try it." Bryce and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and figured he was old enough to make his own decisions. "Well, I'll stretch you out, and then let Bryce go first. Is that all right with you?" He didn't say a word, merely shook his head vigorously, so I picked up the bottle of hand lotion, put a squeeze on my hand, rubbed it around my fingers, and then I told Troy to get on all fours beside me. He did as I requested, and gently I slid my middle finger down his crack, circled it around his pucker, and firmly, but carefully, pushed it in. He didn't even flinch as that first digit entered him, only letting out a little grunt as it did so, but he began to moan as I stroked his prostate with that finger. I played with it for a while, before withdrawing my finger and then adding a second with it, but this time he winced as I pushed them back 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 touched my dick." Bryce explained to him about the prostate, while I now added a third finger to his chute. This time I heard him give a little 'ow' as I did that, so I paused. I gave him time to adjust, talking to him as I did so, 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 he moved behind Troy and slid his pecker into Troy's love tunnel. He did it basically in one continuous effort, as I had stretched Troy enough to make it go in easily. Troy told him how good it felt, and Bryce agreed with him, and now Bryce started to pump his hips back and forth, affectionately making love to Troy's ass. He was quite vigorous in his attempt, going faster than he usually did with me, so I guessed he was a little worked up, knowing he was the very first to do his new friend. I could distinguish who made which little grunts, groans, or moans as they continued, and I knew they were enjoying this experience. When Bryce finally shot his load inside of Troy, both boys collapsed, and Bryce lay on top of him, with his cock still implanted in his 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. "Okay, Uncle Kyle. It's your turn." "Are you sure? Maybe we should leave this until another time." "No, I want to do it now." "Are you positive? You might get sore." "I'm positive, so go ahead." 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, but I knew I had to take my time entering him. Gradually I slid my helmet past his muscular ring, getting a little grunt from him as it popped inside, but he told me to keep going, so I slowly inched more and more inside of him. When I knew my pubic hairs were scratching his butt cheeks, I hesitated, giving him time to get ready, and then I began a slow rhythm, gently pounding his ass. I kept both my hands on his hips, pulling him back to meet my forward thrusts, and pushing him away when I withdrew. He finally caught on to what I was doing and started to do that on his own, and I was impressed with how quickly he picked that up. Now I humped him in a steady rhythm, wondering if he might be getting a little sore or raw from all the friction, but he was moaning in enjoyment, not whimpering in pain. I kept going, continually increasing my pace and trying to make sure I had the right angle for my penis to glance off his prostate. When I realized I was getting very close, I sped up considerably, ready to make my deposit in his love vault. When the first strand left my dick and coated his interior, he sighed, as if he really enjoyed that, only encouraging me to finish him off. Once he took everything I had to give him, he collapsed beneath me, totally exhausted. I flipped him over on his back, gave him a big, passionate kiss, and then I slid down his body, lifting his legs to his chest, so I could use my tongue to clean him up and soothe his reddened ring. I think he was a little shocked by this, but he didn't try to stop me, and I could hear him moan as my tongue glided all around the exterior, occasionally darting in and out of the opening. Once again he was enjoying my efforts, as I slowly licked out all the cum that was leaking back out of his hole, and when I had finished, I just helped him put his legs down, so he could rest, but he didn't do that for long. "Oh, wow. That was totally awesome," he eventually told me. "Man, you guys are so cool and I can't wait to stay at your place with you." We both told him we couldn't wait for that either, but we reminded him that this had to be our secret, or else no one would be seeing me again for a very long time. Well, that is except for Billy Bubba at prison, who's looking for a new piece of ass, and let me tell you, the thought of that 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. We got to the house and were dressed before he got home, so he hurried and got ready to join us, when he returned. I had already asked Troy what the nicest restaurant in the area was, so I suggested we go there. Of course his father put up a small fuss, saying 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, even sharing a little with each other so we could taste some of the other selections too. I also talked them into having desserts afterward, and then we paid the bill and left. It was a quiet ride on the way back, as we were all stuffed and relaxed, and Troy leaned up against me, letting his hand touch, and sometimes stroke, my outer thigh as he did so. I hoped his father didn't notice this, as I didn't know how I would explain it away, but I understood that Troy was just trying to thank me for our earlier session. When we got back, we all went to our rooms to go to sleep, because Bryce and I planned to join them for church in the morning and then take off from there. About an hour later my door opened, 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, as 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 both 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, before going back to their own room. All I know was that they weren't there by the time I got up. I went down and 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 kiss after they rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and Troy told us he'd miss us both. I told him we'd see 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, filling up for the road, and then we put our bikes and gear in the back of the truck, while we rode in the cab. They took us to their church, introducing us to a few of their friends before we entered. It was a typical rural church, a wooden building with four stained glass windows on each side, and there might have been 40 to 50 people in attendance. The minister gave his sermon, focusing on the violence in the Middle East and how it might fit into Biblical prophecy, and when he had finished, we sang the final hymn and got up to leave. Of course our hosts had to introduce us to the minister on the way out, telling him we were friends who came to visit him during the fair. The minister thanked us for coming and welcomed us to return in the future. We told him we probably would, and then we left, going out to the truck to get our things. We pulled the bikes out first, standing them up next to the truck, and then Bryce and I shed our good clothing, and got ready to leave. We had worn our traveling outfits beneath our church clothes today, so we just packed those away, put our packs on our backs, said good-bye to our new friends, and pedaled off down the road. I had already planned the rest of our route, and we'd continue on for about another day, before catching a crossroad and then circling back along a different route to get back to our home. We had been pedaling for about an hour when two pit bulls came rushing out from a farm we passed along the way, chasing after us. I told Bryce to take off, while I cut in front of the dogs, trying to keep them from getting to Bryce. One dog tried to bite my leg, so I kicked him in the head, almost losing my balance in the process. I knew if I crashed at that point, I'd just be dog food for those two vicious things. The other dog had gone around me, and was chasing after Bryce, so I started pedaling like hell, eventually catching up with it. As I pulled even with the dog, I kicked it in the side, sending it tumbling on the hard pavement. Now I sped up again, eventually catching up to Bryce. I kept telling him to keep going, and I occasionally looked over my shoulder to see where the dogs were, but they had given up, so I told Bryce we could 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. He said he was scared for me, not for himself, as 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, but we should be fine for the rest of the trip. He gave me a weak smile, as we got back on our bikes, and we continued on our way. * * * * * * * * Positive emails may be sent to ErastesTouch@aol.com