Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 11:42:45 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid 18

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                         Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 18 - The end of our summer adventure.       May 2002

The rest of our trip was pretty fairly uneventful.  Primarily 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, filling me in on
some of the other things they talked about, and I could tell he felt a
strong bond with his new friend.  We didn't do anything with each other for
the next three nights, other than for Bryce to sit on my lap, maybe give me
a fatherly kiss every now and then, or cuddle 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, though I knew I would miss
the lovemaking sessions we had enjoyed together, but I'd never force him to
just save himself for me.

On the fourth night, however, things suddenly changed again, though I
wasn't sure why.  We had just finished dinner and gone to our room, when I
found something to watch on television and sat in a chair to relax.  Bryce
come over to sit with me, which wasn't unusual, he had also done this on
previous nights, but this time he began to kiss me, working his tongue over
the surface of my lips before he slipped it into my mouth.  I was
surprised, but I didn't resist his efforts, and now he began to wiggle his
butt on my lap, stimulating 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 wore 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, letting me know what he wanted from me.  I began to massage his
penis through the fabric, though he was already totally hard, until he
pulled his mouth from over mine, and told me to push his shorts down.  I
did as he requested, discovering the little devil definitely was not
wearing any underwear, and now I began to stroke him, making sure I played
with the flange of his penis and let my thumb run over the slit at the tip.
Bryce was squirming in my lap now, enjoying the stimulation, and he even
began to buck a little, but then he turned to me and made his desires
known.

"That feels good, Uncle Kyle, but I don't want to cum that way.  I want you
to make love to me tonight, with me on my back again."

"Are you sure?  You don't have to do this for me."

"You don't want to make love?"  He looked shocked when he asked this.

"It's not that, Bryce, but if you'd prefer to wait for someone your own
age, I'll understand."  Now 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?"

"You're cute too, Uncle Kyle, just in a more manly way.  I not only love
you, but I feel safe with you, and I know I will always want to be with
you.  I don't ever want you to think that will change either.  Okay?"

"Hey, if that's what you want, why would I object?  I mean, hearing you say
that, I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.  How can I be so lucky to have
a hottie like you want someone like me?"

Now he spun and hugged me, planting sweet little kisses all over my
face. Damn, this kid is 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?"

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

"Anything, as long as it's with you."

"Okay, sport.  If that's what you want, but I'm going to put you in charge
tonight."

"What do you mean, Uncle Kyle?"

"You'll see, little man.  You'll see."  He kicked his shorts off quickly,
as he stood up, and I immediately began to remove my own garments too.
When I was naked, I lay back on the bed and told Bryce that he was going to
sit on me, doing it at his own pace.  I think he kind of liked that idea,
because he could also bend down and kiss me whenever he wanted, but I lubed
him up first.  To do this, I had him straddle my chest, sticking his butt
toward my face, and then I lubed and stretched him, while he greased up my
pole and made sure it was completely hard.  After we had completed those
tasks, Bryce got up, walked down and squatted over my stiff mast, letting
it enter him.  His shins were on the mattress, and he used his legs to
piston himself up and down on me, bringing me more pleasure than I would
have ever imagined.

This kid knew exactly what it took to please me, and that's exactly what he
did, but I tried not to be just a passive partner, so I thrust my hips up
and down, to match his movements.  I could tell that Bryce was really
enjoying this, as he moaned and sighed continually while he did this, and
he would make sort of a little cooing sound whenever he could manage to get
my dick to stroke his prostate.  He would also use those wonderful little
hands of his to tweak my nipples and stroke my chest, showing me he was
concerned with more than just his enjoyment.  I was in heaven, 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 beginning to radiate outward,
overwhelming every nerve in my body.  I was still trying to match Bryce's
movements, but my senses were on total overload at this point, and I made a
multitude of herky-jerky movements, which did little to improve on what
Bryce was doing to me.  Now I suddenly began to feel like I had been
covered in starch or quick-drying cement, and my body began to stiffen as
my cream rose to the top.  At this point it felt as if an earthquake had
racked my body, creating a giant tidal wave, which rumbled up from my
scrotum, washed up the tubes in my engorged penis, and flooded Bryce's love
cavern, drowning the fires that had previously consumed us.  Bryce now
collapsed forward, planting his mouth firmly over mine, and he began to
kiss me passionately, his way of thanking me for filling him with my love.
I wrapped my arms around him, becoming the aggressor in this activity, and
I slipped my tongue into his mouth, letting it glide around his own.

As I kissed my young partner, I realized he hadn't had a chance to get off,
as I never felt his juices spraying my body.  Because of this I encouraged
him to slide up my chest, still straddling my body, so I could suck him
off.  He was eager to do that, as I'm sure he sought his own measure of
relief at this point, and as soon he was within reach, I flicked out my
tongue and began to run it all over and around his turgid member.  This
elicited a few little gurgles from Bryce's throat, showing he found the
attention satisfactory, so I reached out and grabbed a butt cheek in each
hand, pulling him forward, until he was completely in my mouth.

Slowly I began to encourage him to thrust his hips back and forth, letting
him know he could take control, if he so desired.  Slowly he took over the
momentum, so I let one of my hands slip between his legs, so I could roll
his little marbles between my fingers.  He moaned as I did this, enjoying
the additional stimulation, but I could tell from his increased pace that
he was nearing his climax.  Within seconds I began to feel his love muscle
expand and begin to pulse, as he forced it as deeply into my mouth as it
would go.  Now he emptied his nuts into my oral cavity, giving me that
sweet nectar I loved so much.  Now I began to suck on his on his fleshy
straw, trying to drain the remaining droplets from that now highly
sensitive tube.  He placed his hands on my head, as a signal that he
couldn't stand any more stimulation, so I let his penis fall from my lips,
only to find it being replaced by his tongue.  We kissed some more, and
then I just pulled him beside me on the bed, cuddling and stroking him
until he fell asleep from utter exhaustion.

I just lay there and stared at him for awhile, watching his chest rise and
fall with each gentle breath he took, and I noticed the few rays of
moonlight that filtered into the room, danced off his clear, golden flesh.
Once more I thought about how incredibly lucky I was to have him, how I
never wanted to lose him, and how I'd praise God every day for bringing him
into my life.  Very few people ever find such happiness, let alone stumble
upon it when and where they least expect to find it, as I did.

The next day we rode 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 eating our meal, we heard several
people discussing a band concert that was going to be held on their
old-fashioned village green later that evening, to be followed by a
fireworks display, in honor of founder's day.  It was a big deal for the
community, though few outsiders ever attended, but I thought it might be a
nice change of pace for us.  I talked it over with Bryce, and he agreed
that it might be fun.  After we finished our meal, we went to look for a
place to stay, so we didn't have to worry about it later.  It didn't take
us long to find the local hotel/tavern, which had probably been there since
the community was founded, but they did have rooms available.

The owners had done some remodeling since the hotel/tavern was originally
built, and they had taken every middle room in each block of three, split
it in half, and turned it into bathrooms and extra closet space for the two
other rooms.  The room we were given wasn't bad, and the rates were fairly
cheap, so it would do fine for us.  Bryce and I were assigned a room on the
third floor, which was the top floor in this case, so I joked that we had
the penthouse suite.  Bryce didn't understand the humor in that, so I just
let it drop.  After we took out some clean clothes and enjoyed a quick
shower, alone this time, believe it or not, we got dressed and walked down
to the village green, which was only a block or so away.  It was really a
rather pleasant place to just sit and relax, as the community had tried to
maintain the village's original flavor and flair over the years, by keeping
the old village green from being used as building or parking lot space.
They had maintained that facade well, for other than the way people were
dressed and the vehicles that passed by, it probably didn't look that much
different from a century earlier.

The band was a collection of local musicians, including teachers and church
musicians, among others, but they did a very admirable job presenting 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,
moving up to a couple of songs that were popular in the 1890's, and then
they played a few ragtime numbers, from the beginning of the twentieth
century.  They followed that 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.  From there they
played a vast selection of popular, country, and rock and roll numbers from
the 60's to the present, and they were even called upon by those in
attendance to do three encores, as the audience enjoyed their efforts
tremendously.

Bryce enjoyed most of the concert, although some parts more than others,
but he was very good about not complaining and trying to experience
different things.  By the time the concert was over, it was quite dark, and
the fireworks display began.  It was a very good assortment of aerial
fireworks, and Bryce enjoyed this much more than the concert.  Some of the
vibrations from the explosions of the fireworks would ripple through our
bodies, almost making it hard to breathe at times, and Bryce occasionally
plugged his ears, to prevent them from being assaulted by those forceful
sound waves.  After the last of the fireworks had gone off, Bryce and I
went back to our room, to turn in for the rest of the night.

Bryce couldn't stop talking about the evening, even after we got back to
the room, and he asked questions about some of the music, before ranting
about some of the fireworks he had seen.  It was really neat to see him
being excited about such simple things, and he was so wrapped up in all of
those issues that he never once mentioned anything about sex.  After he had
unwound, satisfied his curiosity, and finished his discussion about what we
had seen, we got in bed, with him resting his head against my shoulder and
chest, before we both entered dreamland.

The next morning we were on our way again, but this time I had a definite
destination in mind, something I had read about on a poster during our last
stop.  Bryce tried and tried to get me to tell him where we were heading,
because he could tell I obviously had something in mind.  We had set out in
great haste, as I knew getting there in time would be tight, and he knew I
had a purpose this time, but I wouldn't tell him what it was, just that
he'd have to wait and see what I had in store for him.  He continued to
pester me as we rode along, with his curiosity getting the better of him,
but I wouldn't give in, which seemed to drive him absolutely nuts.
Eventually he got his curiosity under control, muttering something about
patience as he did so, but I knew he would be fine, though annoyed.

Just before noontime we found a place where we could buy subs, so we
stopped, bought the food and a couple of drinks each, and took it with us
to eat later.  While riding along, we came upon a lovely meadow, surrounded
by a heavy wooden rail fence, and I talked Bryce into having a picnic lunch
with me.  We climbed through the rails of the fence, selected a nice shady
spot under a large, old tree, and we sat and ate our subs and downed our
drinks.  After we had finished eating, we talked a bit, before we started
to horse around.  Our horseplay turned into a wrestling match, with Bryce
jumping on me and trying to pin my body to the ground, so I began to tickle
him, to gain the upper hand.  We were having a good time and laughing a
lot, when we heard a snort sound nearby.  We both looked up and noticed a
large bull eyeing us and digging at the dirt with its front hoof, before he
began a trot in our direction.  That's when we started to panic, assuming
it was about to charge us, and that's when Bryce looked at me and shouted,
"Uncle Kyle, take off that red shirt."

I had completely forgotten that I had put on a candy-apple red tee shirt
that morning, so our wrestling around must have made my shirt look like a
bullfighter's cape swaying tauntingly in front of our uninvited guest.  Now
it was heading directly for us, so I told Bryce to run back to the bikes,
while I took off in the other direction.  Of course the bull followed the
bright red target, giving Bryce a chance to slip away, and he moved across
the field, and leapt over the fence, while I ran for my life, slipping my
shirt over my head as I did so.  Once I had it off, I threw it back toward
the bull, but in the opposite direction from where I was heading, hoping he
would follow my shirt and not me.  The bull took the bait and went after
the red shirt, so I made a hasty exit, scrambling through the rails of the
wooden fence.  When I looked up, I saw Bryce laughing at me, though I'd
rather expected to see him frightened or relieved, but he was almost in
stitches laughing at my hasty retreat.  Granted, that whole thing must have
looked comical, though I didn't think so at the time, so I bit my tongue,
rather than get upset with him.

Once he had regained his composure and we had both caught our breath, Bryce
confided in me about how scared that had made him when it first happened,
at least until he saw me scrambling safely away from that bull, and then he
told me how funny I looked trying to flee to safety.  He went over and over
his retelling of my dash to freedom, embellishing it more and more with
each rendition, but I could tell this was just a release valve for him,
making him forget about how truly dangerous our situatiion had actually
been.  Now I started to get even with him, by poking him in his ribs,
tousling his hair, or punching him playfully in the arm.  He took that as a
signal to resume our previous wrestling match, so now we started to tackle
each other again, but this time with that heavy wooden rail fence between
El Toro and us.

Once we had finished this playful interaction, we got back on our bikes and
pedaled off once again, with Bryce still trying to wheedle the identity of
our intended destination.  I continued to ignore him, turning the
discussion to other topics, and he continued to follow after me, until we
reached the next city.  This was where I planned to take him, so we looked
around and found a room, and once we were inside cleaning up, Bryce began
to pester me once more about what we were going to do here.

"Bryce, can't you just enjoy something without having to know beforehand
what it will be?"

"Not really.  I can't stand not knowing what I'm going to do or get."

"Even for Christmas?  You mean you don't enjoy your Christmas presents
unless you know what they are before you open them?"

"No, but I've never really be given much for Christmas anyways."  Now I
felt bad.  I had unintentionally opened an old wound, one that I had hoped
would heal, but now here I was reopening it, and maybe even adding a little
salt for irritation.

"Well, that won't happen any longer, I'll see to that, but there is
something you'll need to do."

"What's that, Uncle Kyle?"

"You've got to learn to ride the waves, roll with the punches, and take the
unexpected surprises that life throws at you and learn to enjoy them.  You
can't possibly know everything in advance, so take what life gives you and
make the best out of it."

"Is this the patience thing again?"  He gave me a disgusted look as he said
this.

"Maybe a little, but it has more to do with how you react to things.  Have
you ever heard the old expression that says, if life gives you lemons, use
them to make lemonade?"

"I guess, but I don't know what it's supposed to mean."

"Well, it means you can take the lemons, be miserable, and wallow in their
bitter taste, or you can add a little sugar and make something sweet and
enjoyable out of something that didn't look that good to start with."

"I'm still not sure I understand."

"Bryce, what I'm trying to tell you is, there are many ways to look at
things that happen to you.  You can see them at face value, just what they
are, or you can look at them negatively, thinking everything that happens
to you is bad.  However, you can also take everything that happens and try
to find something positive about it, which is like turning lemons into
lemonade."

"But you can't do that with everything, can you?"

"I think you can."

"But how about the things that happened to me.  How can you make something
positive out of all of those things?"

"Well, let's see.  You had a troubled life with your mother, that caused
you to end up in foster care, but if that had never have happened, I
wouldn't have ended up with you living with me."  He looked at me, thought
about it for a minute, and then nodded.

"Okay, how about the foster home where the guy made me sleep in a closet
and thought I was taking everything away from his kids?"

"Well, actually he taught you how to be independent and self-supportive.
It was due to the way that he treated you that you learned how to take care
of yourself, find your own jobs, and become self-supportive."  Again he
looked at me and nodded, conceding another point.

"Okay, but how about having to live with Big John and having sex with all
those guys?  How can that be good?"  I put my arm around his shoulders now,
knowing that this would be a delicate topic to address.

"Bryce, I'm sure not all of that was good, but it was through that
experience that you learned that you could be attracted to someone like me,
that you learned how to meet my needs, sexual and otherwise, and it
actually made it so we could enjoy what we are doing now.  It might have
been hard to endure, but without that experience, would you have come on to
me and done the things you did after we first met?"  He thought for a few
seconds before he answered.

"I guess not.  I don't think I ever thought about having sex with anyone
except boys my age, before I went to live with Big John."

"So, do you regret the things we've done together?"

"No way!  Not at all!"

"Well, if you hadn't have gone to Big John's, that would probably have
never happened either.  So do you think that was all bad?"

"Okay, I see what you mean, and I'll try to do that from now on and I won't
keep asking you what we're going to do."

"Well, that's only part of it, but I'll take that for a start.  Just
remember, I love to surprise you and do things for you, and I know you'll
enjoy them more too, if you're not so worried about what will happen next.
I know WHY you are like that, because of the things that have happened in
your past, but if you can look at the brighter side of things, you'll enjoy
life a lot more."

Having made my point, we finished cleaning up and changing, and then we
walked to the next surprise I had in store for him.  I was taking him to
see a minor league baseball game, as I had seen the flyer telling everyone
that they would be playing their parent organization today.  Now I wasn't
naive enough to think all their big league stars would be there, as they
wouldn't risk injury in a game such as this, but it would be a chance for
Bryce to see some major leaguers, even though they weren't the cream of the
crop, playing against some possible stars of the future.

Bryce had once told me he had never gone to any athletic events, with the
exception of some school games, and he had made mention on occasion that he
thought it would be a neat thing to do.  When I saw the poster telling of
this opportunity, I knew I had to take him, and I just loved the expression
on his face when he realized what I was up to.  When he saw we were heading
for the stadium, his eyes lit up and his face glowed, as this huge grin
spread from one ear to the other.  Then he turned to me, and asked, "Are we
going in there?"  I nodded, and his grin grew even wider, before he asked
me if it was going to be a baseball game and who was playing.  Once I told
him the situation, he got even more excited, thinking he might get to see
some really famous ballplayers.

Once we were in the stadium, I bought Bryce a program, as a souvenir, and
then we went to take our seats.  We noticed a small group of kids milling
around the visitors dugout, and we assumed they were talking to the major
league players and possibly getting autographs, so I told Bryce to run over
there and join in.  He asked me if I wasn't coming too, but I told him I'd
keep our seats, while he went and did his thing.  He thanked me and ran
off, and soon I saw him handing his program to different ballplayers,
receiving those autographs that he'd treasure long into the future.  He did
that for about forty minutes, before the players told them they had to get
ready for the game, and then he came strutting back to his seat, his chest
puffed out and his face radiating with pride about his accomplishment.  The
first thing he did was to show me his prized keepsake, telling me about
each player who had signed it for him, making it sound as if each one of
them was destined for the Hall of Fame.  We talked about that for several
minutes, talking about each of the players as he told me about them, and
then I asked him if he was ready to eat.  After I mentioned this, he
decided that he WAS hungry, so I asked him what he'd like to eat, and then
I went to the concession stand to place our order.

I left Bryce to guard our seats this time and to watch the warm-ups, while
I did the legwork.  When I came back to rejoin him, he started to tell me
whom I should watch and whom he thought looked special.  I gave him his
food, and we continued to eat and talk, finishing our meal just prior to
the first pitch being thrown.  It was a pretty good game, as the minor
leaguers played their best to defeat their more famous counterparts, and
there wasn't any lack of effort on their part.  The big leaguers ended up
winning, but only because of a couple of powerful blasts that not only went
over the outfield fences, but also cleared almost everything else in that
area.  Bryce couldn't believe how anyone could hit a ball that far, and he
ranted over and over again about those homeruns, even long after nearly
everyone else had forgotten about them.

When the game was over we walked back to our room, full from the ballpark
cuisine and excited about the action we had witnessed.  Bryce kept talking
about various aspects of the game, asking me questions and raving about
some of the players, but it was getting late, so I thought we should get
some sleep.  We got into bed, and Bryce cuddled up against me, but every
few seconds he would lift his head off my chest and start talking about
something else that happened at the game.  Finally he began to give in to
his weariness, and I thought he was nearly asleep, when he lifted his head,
kissed me on the cheek, and then said, "Uncle Kyle, thank you for earlier
today.  You risked your life to save mine from that bull.  Thank you and I
really love you a lot."

"Oh, our escape wasn't that dramatic."

"Yes, it was.  You had the bull chase after you, so I could get away.  Oh,
Uncle Kyle, I love you so much for doing that and for everything else."

"And I love you too, but I still don't think it was that big of a deal."

"Yes, it was.  You even had to take your shirt off and throw it away so the
bull would chase it and not you.  You're the only person who ever did
anything like that for me.  You're the only one who ever thought about me
before himself."

"Well, you are my boy now, and my responsibility."

"I know, but my foster fathers would never have done anything like that for
me."

"Well, in my book you come first.  That's just the way it is, but it's not
a big deal.  I do it because I love you."

"And I love you too, Uncle Kyle.  Thank you for being so special and
treating me so well.  I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before or
ever will." We hugged and kissed a little, and then we cuddled a while,
before Bryce drifted off, safely in my arms.

The next morning he began to talk about everything again, starting before
breakfast, continuing during breakfast, and even going on as we were
getting ready to leave, but now we were on our last leg home, our bike
adventure being nearly over.  Our ride took us along another back route to
get to our house, but the new scenery was different and refreshing.  Sure,
there were still fields and streams along the way, but this route wasn't
quite as flat as the first highway we followed.  This road took us up
gently rolling hills, nothing too steep though, and then let us coast back
down them and into the flatlands that lay in between.  This was a little
harder pedaling, at least on the up-slopes, but not having to pedal down
the other side more than made up for the extra work it took us to get to
the top of each of these little hills.

This route also had less vehicular traffic, allowing us to ride side by
side for longer distances, and we were also able to encounter some wildlife
along the way.  We came across or had to dodge a variety of rabbits, a
possum, squirrels, and even a couple of deer.  At one point we saw a skunk
up ahead, so we pulled over and waited for it to leave the highway, as we
didn't want to tempt getting sprayed, if we passed too close to it.  Bryce
thought it was neat to see so many animals up close and personal this way,
and after each occurrence he would talk and talk about what he had just
seen.  His innocence in witnessing nature in the open was refreshing,
especially seeing his innocence in other areas had long ago been ripped
from him, placing this in sharp contrast to his worldly self.

As we were heading into the last little community we would pass before we
reached home, we decided to stop and spend our final night sleeping in
something other than our own bed.  We found a small country motel, which
was merely a collection of small cabins, but there was a common
restroom/bathing facility, one for males and another for females.  Seeing
it didn't look as if there were many, if any, other guests, we didn't think
this would be so bad.  We took our things to the room, which only had one
double bed, but the room was clean and would serve nicely for the one
evening.

After we were settled in, we went to shower, before I inquired about a
place to eat.  The owner told me his wife could fix meals for us, or there
was a small dinner about two miles down the road.  Bryce and I decided to
have the wife fix the meal, as we didn't want to ride any more today, so he
told us what our choices were.  His wife had fixed a large pot roast for
the family, with mashed potatoes, and corn, so we decided that sounded good
and ordered that.  He then asked if we wanted it to eat in our room or if
we cared to join them in their home.  After talking it over with Bryce, we
decided it might be fun to join them, and the owner seemed pleased we'd be
doing that.  He checked with his wife to see when dinner would be ready,
and then he told us it would be about fifteen minutes longer.  We told him
we'd come back then, and we went back to our cabin quickly, just to sit and
relax a bit.

When we returned, the owner put out a sign directing anyone needing help to
push the buzzer he had on the counter, which I figured went into his house,
and he led us to his dining room.  The table was set for six, so I
concluded that they either had children or two other guests would be
joining us.  Soon a young girl about Bryce's age, and a younger boy,
probably four or five years younger than the other two, entered and took
their seats.  The owner then introduced us to his family, before he began
to pass the various dishes, so we could fill our plates.  As we did this,
his daughter began to ask us questions.

"Is he your son?" she asked me.

"No, he's my nephew."

"Oh, and what are you guys doing out here?"

"We've been taking a bike trip.  We rode our bikes from my home, stopped at
a bunch of different places along the way, and now we're headed back home."

"Wow, that sounds like fun," she told us.

"It has been," Bryce told her.  "We met a guy and his son and rode horses
with them, and then they took us to the county fair.  We also went to a
band concert, saw a fire works display, and we went to a baseball game.  We
even got chased by a bull."

"Wow, that sounds scary," the girl added.

"It was, kind of," Bryce told her.  "Uncle Kyle was wearing a red shirt and
he had to take it off and throw it away so we could get out of there.

"Neat," the little brother added, "that must have been wild."  We merely
nodded, not sure how to respond to his comment.

"How old are you?" the girl asked Bryce.

"I'm almost 13."

"Really?  Me too.  I'll be thirteen in October."

"I turn thirteen in September."  Now she gave Bryce a huge grin, and I
could tell she had an interest in him, however I was certain her feelings
would not be returned.  I don't think Bryce caught on to this fact yet,
though.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked him, very directly.  Now I think
Bryce began to get her drift and catch on to what she wanted."

"Uh, no, not yet," he told her, turning away shyly.  However she wasn't
about to let him off the hook that easily.

"Why not?"

"Uh, well, I just came to live with Uncle Kyle, so I don't know many people
yet."

"Where do you live?"  I decided to take over now, telling her the area we
lived in, and hoping the distance would dissuade her designs on Bryce.
However, this didn't discourage her at all.

"Well, that's not so far away," she told him.  He didn't respond, so she
continued to try to find out about him.  "Why did you come to live with
your uncle?  Did something happen to your parents?"

"Sort of," I interrupted again.  "They had some problems, so Bryce came to
live with me, and it looks like he might be staying for a while."

"Yeah, and I love being with my Uncle Kyle.  He's a lot of fun."  He said
that and then looked at me and gave me a big smile.

"Well, I think you two look and act more like father and son," she told
Bryce.  "I'm glad you have someone you can go to like that."

"Me too," Bryce added.

The girl continued her questioning throughout dinner, even asking Bryce if
he wanted to go for a walk after they finished eating, but Bryce explained
that he was tired from riding his bike all day and he wanted to get some
rest before we rode home the next day.  Reluctantly she honored his wishes,
though we could all tell she was very disappointed, and after dessert,
Bryce and I went back to our room.

"Man, she sure was nosy and real pushy, wasn't she, Uncle Kyle?"  Bryce
said this to me once the door to our cabin was shut.

"Well, I think she likes you.  She might even have a crush on you," I told
him.  He made a face when he heard it though.

"Guess it sucks to be her then, doesn't it?" he added sarcastically.  "I
don't need no stinking girlfriend.  I don't even like girls."

"Well, maybe you will some day.  Don't you think you might?"

"Never!  I just want to be with you and be your lover."

"Well, maybe some day you'll have sex with a girl and find you like doing
that better."

"Unt uh.  They don't have nothing to shove up my butt, and that's what I
like the best."  I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't say
anything.  "In fact, Uncle Kyle, I think it's time for me to practice my
horse riding again."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, as I wasn't sure what he meant by it,
but he soon explained his intentions to me.  "You know, I almost rode the
horse naked the second day, so I could sit on the saddle-horn."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"So it would be up my butt, and when the horse bounced me up and down, then
it would be like having your dick up my butt."  Now he looked at me and
laughed, like that was extremely funny.

"I think that would have really hurt," I told him.

"Nah, it would have been fun.  I'll show you."  Now he began to remove my
pants, and when I began to object, he told me not to worry.  Seeing I let
Bryce win most of these arguments anyways, I let him do what he wanted to
me, and before long he had me naked and was sucking on my cock, to get it
hard.  Once I was erect, he pushed me back on the bed, jumped up and
straddled my mast, and then he impaled himself on it.  After doing that, he
began to bounce up and down on it, like he was riding a horse, and then he
began to yell 'yee-ha' and bounce even faster.

It was really kind of comical to watch him do that, like he was busting a
bronco or riding some wild bull, but I soon lost concentration on watching
him, because my body's senses were being overwhelmed by what Bryce was
doing to me.  Every nerve in my body was tingling now, my groin was on
fire, my breathing was forced, I could only hear the beat of the blood
pulsing through my ear drums, and my vision was blurred by his movements.
I hadn't requested this, hell I hadn't even hinted at such a thing, and yet
here he was giving me the ultimate pleasure, once again.

Bryce seemed to be enjoying himself too, and I was sure he wasn't doing
this just for me, but it didn't make it feel any less wonderful.  I'm not
sure what there was about this that made him enjoy it so, but he evidently
did, and as long as he liked what he was doing, I wouldn't interfere with
his decisions.  If I thought he was doing this just to please me, I might
have looked at it a bit differently, but not with the way things stood now.

Bryce continued to ride me, rocking up and down on my erection, but now he
was beginning to pant, although I didn't think this was being caused by his
physical exertion.  Bryce was riding me harder and faster now, going like a
man possessed, but suddenly he dropped all the way down on my root, arched
his back, and shot his streams of cum all over my body.  When he did this,
his rectal muscles tightened and squeezed my dick, and that put me over the
edge and sent my wad spurting up into his body.  I could feel it pulsing
out, and then slowly oozing back down the length of my penis, as gravity
took hold of it.  Before long, it was leaking back out on my pubes, as my
cock slowly wilted back to its flaccid state.

Bryce had collapsed on my chest, and his cum formed sort of a seal between
our bodies, and we both just laid there until we recuperated, spent from
the wonders of what had just happened.  After I had come back to my senses,
I rolled Bryce off my chest and onto the bed, and then I went and grabbed
the towels we had used earlier to dry ourselves with, after our shower.
They were still damp and did the job well, and I tossed them on the floor
once I had completed that task.  After that, I got back in the bed, next to
Bryce, and soon he was cuddling up against me, ready for sleep.

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