Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 22:02:53 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 5

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                       Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 5 - Lurking in the shadows.               June 2001

Things stayed about the same at the foster home over the next few months,
with Bryce staying in that small room and keeping out of trouble.  He
continued doing almost all of the chores, watching how much he ate, and
being treated like an outsider by his foster father, but he didn't
complain.  He liked the other members of the family and he tried to
concentrate on that fact instead.  He, Johnny, and Tommy continued to do
things to and with each other, both sexual and non-sexual activities, and
those times helped him cope with the less enjoyable aspects of his life
there.  Even though those other problems continued, Bryce never totally
gave up hope that things would improve, nor did he withdraw completely, as
he had in the past, and he clung to that small oasis of love and support
offered to him by his foster mother and brothers.  He did, however,
withdraw partially from the family, spending as much time as he could in
his room whenever his foster father was around.  He had fixed up that tiny
cubicle fairly well, and he hung what clothes he could on one end of one
side, and then he folded and organized the rest of his belongings and put
them on the shelf above that, so they were out of the way.  The only
problem he still had to deal with was that, no matter how much he did to
please his foster father to keep him off his back, the man just kept
finding fault with him and gave him more and more things to do.  Bryce knew
that he wasn't just imagining this either, because one day his foster
mother came to talk to him about it, while her husband was at work.

"Bryce, honey, I'm really sorry about the way my husband is treating you,
but I really thought he'd get over this by now.  I'm not sure what is still
bothering him, because you've done everything he's asked of you and you
proved that you are no threat to any of us, but he still seems determined
to keep this up.  I hate to see you have to go through this, so I'll leave
it up to you.  Would you like me to have DSS find you another home?"

Bryce was shocked that she had been so blunt about what was on her mind and
that she had suggested that he might want to go somewhere else.  Now he had
to convince her that this wasn't what he wanted, even though she thought
she was suggesting this on his behalf.  "No, I can take it.  Really I can.
I don't want to leave you, Tommy, or Johnny.  Please don't make me go away.
I'll do more work, anything, just don't make me go somewhere else."

"But, honey, why would you want to stay here when my husband acts more
childish than you do?  Wouldn't you like to go someplace where people would
treat you better."

"Going someplace else doesn't mean that I'd get treated any better."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I've been in other foster homes and some are much worse than being
here.  Even the ones that are okay aren't that much better, but none of
them are perfect.  I like you and the boys, and I don't want to leave you.
Please, don't make me go."

"Honey, I won't make you go if you don't want to.  I just thought you'd be
happier somewhere else, somewhere where you weren't treated like an
intruder."

"You're always the outsider when you're a foster kid, no matter where you
go.  You get used to that after a while, but you don't always find people
you like there.  I like you and the boys, and I want to stay here with you.
If I went to a new foster home, it wouldn't mean that it would be any
better.  It could even be worse.  Please, can't I stay?  I'll be good and
I'll do more work.  I'll do anything you want, but please don't make me
leave.  Please, don't send me away."

"Bryce, calm down.  I won't make you leave, if you don't want to.  I only
suggested it because I thought it would be better for you.  If you don't
mind living like this, then I don't want you to leave, and the boys don't
either.  We all like you and want you to stay here, but it's just the fact
that we don't like the way you're being treated.  I know I won't be able to
change my husband, so I thought the only option left was to find someplace
better for you."

"Nah, I'm fine.  Really, I am."

"Then I won't say another word about it, so you don't worry your little
head about leaving.  If you want to stay here, knowing what it's like, then
you can, at least as far as I'm concerned.  I'll even see what I can do to
try to get my husband to lighten up a bit and be less critical of you."

"That's okay, you don't have to do that.  I'm just afraid if you do, he'll
blame that on me too, and then he'll get even madder at me.  I'm fine and
you don't have to do anything."  His foster mother understood his concerns
and she agreed not to pursue this further.

Bryce was relieved once that discussion was over, and he felt like he had
just dodged a bullet or something.  No matter how bad his foster father
was, his time with Johnny and Tommy more than made up for it.  He couldn't
lose that, not now, not ever!  It was during this time that he was
beginning to realize who he was and what he was.  He was now starting to
realize that he was gay and that he was attracted to boys, not girls.  He
always kind of suspected that, because he never got excited like other boys
did when they saw pictures of naked girls and women.  He didn't see
anything worth getting excited over when looking at the body of a girl,
there was just another slit and nothing that exciting.  The older girls did
have breasts, and they were kind of interesting, but they really didn't do
much for him either.  Nothing really excited him sexually when he saw a
nude female, but he sure did get aroused when he saw another penis.  Just
looking at another one made him get hard and all excited and, now that he
had discovered other things he could do with them too, he just knew that's
all he ever wanted or needed.  Now he had two others who seemed to think
the same way, and he didn't want to lose them because of how their father
treated him.  He didn't know if he'd be able to find other boys who were
willing to do the same types of things, and he enjoyed what they did too
much to risk losing it.

Bryce continued to do most of the chores around the house, often without
being told or reminded to do so. After a few weeks of doing this, his
foster father quit his grumbling and his overt behavior toward him, instead
just treating Bryce with utter indifference.  As long as he didn't perceive
Bryce as a threat to his two boys, he left Bryce alone and didn't give him
any more flak.  Bryce picked up on this slowly, but he did notice the
difference in his foster father's attitude.  This gave him a bit more
confidence and sometimes he even went back and had seconds at meals, but
only after everyone else had finished, of course.  His foster mother smiled
at him the first time she saw him do this, letting him know that it was all
right with her and that she approved of how he had done it.  His foster
father didn't really pay attention or notice that Bryce had helped himself
to more food, as he didn't watch or care much after he and his boys had
their fill.  This actually helped Bryce too, because he had started to
become tired and weak by cutting back on how much he ate, so now he began
to have more energy and strength.

One day while Bryce was out mowing the yard, one of the neighbors came over
and asked him if he'd like a job taking care of his yard too.  Bryce
hesitated at first, not wanting to do anything that would take away from
the time he had to do his chores at home.  He knew that if it seemed that
he was neglecting his chores or if he was not getting them done on time,
that would be one sure way to anger his foster father and get himself into
trouble again.  He was going to just tell the neighbor he wasn't
interested, but when the guy told him how much he was willing to pay, Bryce
took the job immediately.  He had the feeling it would be good to earn some
money, so he could save it for any emergencies that might come up, and no
one else would have to know about it.  He promised himself that he'd make
sure that he took care of his other chores too, so he wouldn't jeopardize
his chances of remaining there, but it would be good to have some money of
his own.  Within the next couple of weeks Bryce had also been hired by four
other people who lived in the neighborhood, after they heard what a fine
job he did and how dependable he was.  The money was coming in fast and
furious, especially for a kid who had never had very much, but he didn't
spend it or flaunt it.  Instead, he kept it hidden in a sock, and he kept
that sock buried behind his other clothes on the shelf in his little room.
He thought that if his foster father ever accused him again of taking
things away from his sons, he'd offer to buy everything he needed for
himself, so his foster parents wouldn't even have to spend a nickel on him.
This never did happen, however, but it gave Bryce some reassurance to know
that he had a back-up plan, just in case the situation deteriorated again.

The three boys were also getting closer and Bryce did try to explain a
little of what he was doing to them, so they wouldn't get too suspicious or
spill the beans.  He just thought that they might want to know why he was
working for so many other people when he had so much work to do at home,
because that would not seem to make much sense to someone who didn't know
what he was up to.  He told them that he was getting paid to work for these
other people, though he did keep the amount of those payments a secret from
Johnny and Tommy, and he told them of his plan about buying his own things,
if their father ever brought that up again.  They didn't think anything
that drastic was going to happen now, as their father was starting to
mellow out, although both boys still thought he was colder than he should
be toward Bryce.  They did agree that Bryce should have some money of his
own, however, no matter what came up in the future, and they were glad that
he was getting something for all the time he was spending working.  Even
more than that, they were happy that Bryce wasn't being treated quite as
badly by their father any more, and they were even helping him do his
chores around their house, but only when their father wasn't around.  They
were afraid that he might still get upset and take it out on Bryce, if he
found out that they were helping him do the jobs assigned to him, so
everything was done when their father was not at home.

They boys were growing closer in other ways too, taking every opportunity
they had to pursue the little sex games they were playing.  Sometimes they
were able to do things after school, if their mother had to run an errand,
or whenever their parents went out and left them alone.  The boys were
really enjoying that time together, learning a lot about themselves and
their bodies.  It wasn't just the sex part though, even if that was really
good and all of them enjoyed it, but it gave them a special closeness and a
special bond that made them even more committed to each other.  That's the
primary reason that Johnny and Tommy helped Bryce with his chores when
their father wasn't around, because they felt that they owed him that much
and they didn't want him to have to do all the work that they used to do.
They knew it wasn't fair that he ended up doing all the chores, while they
did none, and both boys would hurt when they saw how unhappy Bryce had
become.  Even though it was better now, it still wasn't the way the boys
thought it should be, so they vowed that they would help Bryce however and
whenever they could.  Not only did they help him with his chores, they
tried to include him in other things they did, like the time they spent
with their friends.  They always made sure Bryce understood he was invited
when they played games after school, and their friends treated him very
well.  They knew that their friends weren't just being kind because of
them, but that they enjoyed Bryce too and they also wanted him to be part
of their little clique.  It didn't hurt that they understood some things
about his background as well, but that was never the reason they included
him in what they were up to.

Bryce was always careful not to let any of these activities interfere with
his other responsibilities, for fear he wouldn't be allowed to join the
others any more, so he would hurry and do his chores before he went to play
and then he'd rush to join the others.  At first some of the other boys
were annoyed that Bryce would come late or that they'd have to hold up
their game until he arrived, but it wasn't long before that just became
part of their routine and they didn't give it a second-thought.  Because
Bryce was the youngest of their little group, all the boys were also
protective of him, especially with outsiders.  One day on the bus ride
home, this other kid, who was a year older than Bryce, began to pick on him
and he kept taking Bryce's things or knocking them on the floor.  Before
the kid knew what happened, there was a ring of bigger boys around him,
pushing him back and forth and doing similar types of things to him.  After
doing this for several minutes, they asked him if he liked being picked on.
At first the kid tried to pull the old 'it didn't bother him at all'
stance, so the boys kept it up, right up until the boy got off at his stop.
The next day they continued their abuse, not letting up and maybe getting
even more aggressive with him, until the kid finally admitted that it
bothered him and they got him to promise to leave Bryce alone in the
future.  The boy did, and that was the end of that situation for Bryce.

That wasn't the only time they came to Bryce's rescue either, as one day a
kid moved into the district who had known Bryce from a previous school.
That kid thought he could make his reputation by treating Bryce as he had
before, knowing Bryce was not the kind of boy who fought back, but he soon
learned that he had seriously misevaluated the situation.  He didn't
realize that Bryce now had friends who would come to his defense and
wouldn't let others abuse him.  Even though Bryce was still meek and
somewhat timid when it came to defending himself, the others weren't about
to see anyone take advantage of him.  When the circle began to form around
the kid as he picked on Bryce, the new boy just thought it was a crowd of
people he could impress and make his mark, but he soon discovered that he
had miscalculated again.

"All right, asshole, knock it off," one of the older boys told the new kid.
The new boy looked startled, as he didn't expect anyone to come to Bryce's
assistance.  He decided to act tough in response.

"It's none of your business," he said defiantly, "so back off and mind your
own business."

"This is our business, dickhead," another of Bryce's new friends told him,
"so if you know what's good for you, you leave him alone before we kick the
shit out of you."  Now Bryce's tormentor really didn't know what to do.  If
he backed off now, then he'd be branded a coward, but if he continued he'd
probably get pounded to a pulp.  The kid had to make a decision quickly,
and he decided he'd rather get a beating from one of those boys than be
branded a wimp or worse, so he tackled Bryce and began whaling on him.  He
didn't get many licks in before the others were all over him, grabbing his
arms and legs, in addition to giving him a few well placed punches.  One of
the oldest boys came up with the way to handle this kid now.

"Well, I guess he wants us to believe that he has big balls and isn't
afraid of anything, so let's see how big those balls are."  The other boys
began to laugh evilly and the oldest boys began to undo the kid's pants and
pull them down, while the others held on to him.  The boy began to squirm
and scream, as this was about the last thing he'd expected they might do to
him, but soon his pants were pulled down to his knees, exposing his goodies
for any and everyone there to see.  This humiliation was worse than
anything the boy could have imagined and now everyone was laughing at him,
including several girls.  There he was trying to flail free of their grasp,
his genitals flopping about as he did so, and everyone else laughing at how
comical this seemed.  Bryce did feel bad for the kid though, as he knew how
he'd feel if that had been done to him, but then he realized the boy had
asked for it, so he didn't let it bother him any more.  After they finally
released the kid, he pulled his pants up and ran out of there, trying to
get away from everyone as quickly as he could.  Bryce thanked the other
boys for their help, and they told him that he shouldn't ever have to worry
about anyone else.  They didn't think anyone would dare to attack him now,
especially knowing the types of things that might happen to them if they
did.  They were right, that was the last time anyone tried to take
advantage of Bryce.

Other things at school were going fairly well for Bryce too.  His grades
were all average or above and he managed to do well on the state's reading
and math exams.  Bryce had also made some friends among his own classmates
too, in addition to being friends with the older boys.  He would hang
around these kids at school and during the lunch hour, doing all kind of
different things.  He wasn't as close to any of these kids as he was to his
two foster brothers, but it was also nice to have friends his own age for a
change.  Things were beginning to look up for Bryce, and he even thought
the situation at home was improving.

Bryce was beginning to believe that his foster father was beginning to
accept him, as it had been quite a while since he had said anything
negative about Bryce or treated him badly in any way.  Even though he still
hadn't gone out of his way to be nice to Bryce and to accept him openly,
Bryce felt this lack of contempt was sign enough to show that things had
improved.  He even said so to his foster mother and brothers, although they
weren't as quick to leap to such a drastic conclusion, but they did tell
him that his foster father had calmed down about Bryce's being there.  This
was all Bryce needed to hear, and the situation continued to get rosier in
his mind.  He was also ecstatic that he got along so well with his foster
brothers and they included him in on everything...well, almost everything.

The following Saturday Johnny had plans to go stay at a friend's house, but
the other two were not included.  It was for the birthday party of one of
his classmates, and it was going to be a sleepover party with a bunch of
other boys from his class.  Although Johnny was excited about this party,
he still wished the other two could go with him, and they did too.  Tommy
and Bryce explained to him that they understood and that they'd be fine on
their own, though.  Actually, things got even better for Tommy and Bryce
however, when they found out their parents were going to attend a wedding
on that same day.  That meant that they would be home all alone and they
could do basically whatever they wanted.  Bryce made sure that he did all
his lawn jobs in advance, so he would have Saturday free, and Johnny and
Tommy helped him get his chores at home done that Friday, before their
father got home from work.  Everything was going great and they'd all have
fun doing one thing or another.

The day started off normally enough, as they all had breakfast together,
then they boys helped Johnny get the things he'd need to take to the party.
They helped him pull out a sleeping bag and pack some extra clothes,
including his swimsuit, as this kid's family had a pool, and they even
helped him wrap the present he had bought with his mother's help.  While
the boys were doing this, their parents were getting ready to go to the
wedding, and they looked really nice when they came into the living room.
The boys made sure to tell them how great they looked, especially their
mother who had on a lovely dress and her hair was done really sexy for this
outing.  Their dad looked great in his suit too, but they looked even
better as a couple.  The parents thanked them, all of them, for the
compliments, and they took Johnny and dropped him off on the way to the
church.  They told Tommy and Bryce that they probably wouldn't be home
until after dark, and they reminded the boys to be good.  Their parents
left money for them to have a pizza delivered for dinner, and they told the
boys that they could make sandwiches for lunch.  Tommy and Bryce said
good-bye and waved to them all as they left, and then they raced upstairs
to Tommy's room, wanting to get in as many rounds of their own fun as they
could.

The boys stripped completely as they entered Tommy's room, then they jumped
on the bed and began wrestling and groping each other.  They were having a
great deal of fun just doing this, but then they finally decided it was
time to get down to business.  Bryce told Tommy he'd do him first, and he
began to rub and stroke his ample package.  As much as Bryce liked Johnny
and enjoyed doing things with him, he really enjoyed Tommy's bigger piece
of meat and the fact that it shot nearly man-sized amounts of semen when he
brought him to climax.  Bryce thought that was probably the neatest part of
all of this and he couldn't wait until he could produce that stuff for
himself.  As he rubbed and manipulated his sensitive areas, Tommy's mast
began to rise and harden, and Bryce began to tease it by rubbing the back
of his hand all around it.  Tommy was propped up on his elbows at this
point, having fun watching Bryce as he played with his little toy, and he
loved the way Bryce made this into a game, not just a 'do it and get it
done' type of operation.  Bryce made it more fun than Johnny did, as Johnny
was always in a hurry to make Tommy cum, so he could have his own turn.

By now, Bryce was playing around with various grips, first stroking Tommy
with just a finger and his thumb, and then he added a second finger to the
process.  When he had done that for a little while, he cupped Tommy's woody
in his hand, not wrapping his thumb around it yet, and he just massaged it
like that for a while, giving Tommy another new feeling.  As he noticed the
signs that Tommy was getting closer and closer to his ejaculation, Bryce
wrapped his thumb around the underside and he began to stroke him in
earnest.  By this point, Tommy had quit leaning on his elbows and was now
lying on his back with his eyes closed, enjoying the physical sensations
that were radiating out from his groin.  As Bryce's hand moved along the
shaft, his eyes remained glued to Tommy's face, and he watched the
ever-changing expressions that his actions elicited.  Tommy's face would go
from relaxed and blissful looking to slightly more tense and on the verge
of climax, and then his face would scrunch up completely, as his body went
rigid and he groaned.  At that moment, thin white strings of his seed burst
from the tiny slit, shooting above his abdomen before falling harmlessly
upon it.  Bryce continued to pump away at his penis, coaxing a few more
strands of his baby-juice to burst forth, and he continued his actions even
after the final drops had leaked from the opening.  Finally he stopped and
just looked at Tommy, waiting for him to come down from his sexual high.

It took a while for him to return to the present, as he tried to enjoy
every second of those warm and electrifying feelings that made this
activity so special and wonderful.  He didn't want to let go of that glow
he felt during and after ejaculation, preferring to maintain a sort of
death-grip on the sensations that he enjoyed so well.  Now those feelings
were fading and he was returning to the present, opening his eyes to see
Bryce's smiling face gazing down at him.  As soon as he was capable of
speech, he thanked Bryce and told him what a fantastic job he had done,
emphasizing that this one of the most pleasurable times he had ever
enjoyed.  Bryce puffed out in pride after receiving that compliment from
the older boy, and this made him feel better than Tommy could ever have
imagined.  After Tommy had completely recovered, the boys switched places
and Tommy tried to make Bryce feel as good as he had been made to feel.

Tommy didn't just focus on his crotch however, and he began by stroking
Bryce's chest, as he cradled the boy's head in the crook of his arm.  From
there he moved down his body, bypassing his midsection, and then he began
to stroke his outer, then inner thigh.  Bryce was enjoying this new
activity, never having anyone pay attention to more than his small package
or butt before, and he loved the feel of Tommy's soft hand sliding over his
own smooth skin.  At about that moment, Tommy leaned down and kissed Bryce,
right on the mouth, causing Bryce's eyes to pop wide open, staring into the
closed eyes of his friend.  Bryce was a little nervous at first, fearing
that Tommy might be trying to take advantage of him now that they were
alone, but he soon realized that Tommy was only being sincerely
affectionate and he relaxed once more.  He was enjoying the feeling of
Tommy's moist lips against his own, but then he realized it wasn't just his
lips he was feeling, but also Tommy's tongue, as it danced across and
around his lips.  Bryce had never experienced anything like this before,
and at first he thought it was kind of gross, but then he began to enjoy
its tender caress and the little tickling sensations it sent through him.
Without realizing he was doing so, he opened his mouth and Tommy's tongue
slipped inside, now exploring the interior of that orifice.  As Tommy's
tongue glided around his own tongue and teeth, Bryce's own oral muscle
began to spar with Tommy's, letting the two surfaces glide against each
other.

As their lips locked together and their tongues dueled, Tommy let his hand
begin to explore Bryce's genitals, kneading and massaging them to life.
Bryce felt as if his body was on fire now, as his temperature began to rise
from the various stimulations and emotional bonding that was taking place.
He felt Tommy's fingers begin to manipulate his little rod, stroking up and
down on it and sending tiny electric currents coursing through his
midsection.  He was really becoming attached to Tommy, on more than just a
physical level, and he felt Tommy had more than just brotherly feelings for
him.  Now he was trying to swallow Tommy's tongue and anything else he
wanted to give him, feeling this extraordinary closeness to him, the likes
of which he had never felt before.  His hips were also bouncing up and down
off the mattress, machine-gunning Tommy's fingers up and down on his little
stalk.  When those feelings overcame him again, causing his body to become
as rigid as a board and his penis to try to spit out a fluid it couldn't
yet produce, he became limp and collapsed beneath his foster brother.  The
two boys stayed together, still hugging and kissing and enjoying each
other's touch, until they decided it was time to go down to eat.

They only put on their underwear, as it was just the two of them in the
house and they were planning to go back up for some more fun after they
filled their stomachs.  They made a sandwich each and Tommy pulled a bag of
chips out of the cupboard to help fill them up.  Bryce poured each of them
a glass of milk and then they sat down and ate, talking excitedly as they
did so.

"Man, I love the way you make me feel when we do that," Tommy told Bryce.
"Johnny does a good job too, but you make me feel so much better.  It's not
just that either, because I love to watch you while you're doing it.  You
seem like you're having fun, and that just makes it even better for me."

"Thanks, and I do like it too.  Are we going to do more after we eat?"

"Of course we are, if you still want to."

"Oh, yeah, I do."

"Do you want to do it with our mouths this time?"

"Yeah, I thought that was pretty neat when we did that last time, and this
time I want you to shoot in my mouth."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I really want to try that.  I heard some of the older boys on the
bus tell how they liked it when their girlfriends did that for them, so I
want to do that for you too."

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't, but I want to.  I want to make you feel good, like you
made me feel when you kissed me."  Bryce paused for a few seconds, before
he spoke again.  "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?  Kiss you?"

"Yeah, you've never done that before."

"It's not that I didn't want to do it before, I just wasn't sure how you or
Johnny would react if I did.  I thought it was best to do it when we were
alone, in case you didn't like it."

"But I did like it.  I liked it a lot."

"Me too!  Bryce, I just hope what we do can help to make up a little for
how my dad treats you."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"But I do.  It's not fair and he's wrong, so I hope that things make it
better for while you're here."

"It does, more than you'll ever know.  That's part of the reason I don't
say anything about how your dad is and I wouldn't let your mom find me a
new home.

"I'm glad you didn't, 'cause I'd miss you...and Johnny would miss you too.
We don't want you to leave either."  Bryce's eyes were watering as he
looked up at Tommy and he knew he couldn't speak.  Instead he just walked
over and gave Tommy a hug, letting him know that he appreciated the
compliment.  "You know, Johnny and I weren't too happy when Mom first told
us that she was going to take in a foster child.  I guess we were afraid
she'd get a girl or some nerd, but we liked you right from the start."

"I liked both of you two, and you were so nice, taking me to meet your
friends and play with all of you.  I was really nervous coming here.  I
just had to leave my best friend and I felt all alone, but you made me feel
better and helped me get over that."

"Until my dad came home, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so.  I really wasn't expecting him to be like that, after
all the rest of you had been so nice to me.  I didn't know what to do."

"I guess I know why he did it, though I still think he was wrong, but he
was trying to protect Johnny and me, in his own way."

"I can't really blame him, cause I'd want my dad to protect me too, so I
don't hate him or anything.  I just wish he could have loved me that much."

"He will, as soon as he gets to know you.  Just give him some more time."

"I will, but I think his mind is made up.  I don't think he'll ever see me
as more than someone who wants to take what you have."

"But you're not like that.  Heck, you wouldn't even take enough food to
fill you up.  He'll see that after a while.  My dad really is a nice guy."

"I know he is, and I'm glad he loves you and Johnny that much, but I don't
hate him."

"I would, if he treated me like that."

"Maybe, but I can't, mostly because he's doing it to show his love for you.
I don't think he's completely wrong."

"Well, you're nicer than I am then."

By this time the boys had finished their lunch, so they cleaned up quickly
and put the dishes in the sink, planning to wash them later with the dinner
dishes.  Now they made their way back up to Tommy's room, excited about
what they were going to do next, and they quickly shed their underwear
again.  They both hopped on the bed and Bryce made Tommy lie on his back,
so he could crawl between Tommy's legs.  He wasted no time in licking his
scrotum and over the exterior of his penis, pleased with himself when it
began to rise.  The harder it got, the more it stood up, and the more Bryce
licked it, swirling his tongue from side to side and teasing the slit in
the helmet.  The way he was attacking Tommy's penis was similar to the way
he enjoyed a candy cane at Christmastime, licking up the length before
sliding the whole thing into his mouth.  Now he was preparing to do the
same thing to Tommy's erection.  He opened his mouth wide, as wide as it
could possibly go, and then he let his lips slip down the rubbery surface
of his skin.  He made sure to keep his teeth pulled back, so they didn't
scrape the surface, because he heard other boys telling how that hurt when
their girlfriends accidentally did that.  Once Tommy's stiffy was totally
in his oral cavity, Bryce let his tongue do whatever it wanted, and then he
began to rock back and forth on that wonderful dick.

Bryce had only done this a couple of other times, as it was something new
the boys had just began to try, but he knew he loved doing this and he was
going to do it so well that Tommy would want to do it more and more.  He
loved the feel of Tommy's cock sliding back and forth in his mouth, though
his jaws did sometimes get sore, but it made him proud that he could give
someone else that much pleasure from such a simple task.  He continued to
nod up and down on Tommy's erection, knowing he was having his desired
effect on his foster brother, just from listening to the noises he was
making.  That wasn't his only clue though, and he could also tell by the
way his hips catapulted upward, before dropping back onto the mattress, as
he tried to help Bryce's efforts.  The closer Tommy got to his climax, the
faster and the harder his hips thrust up and down, as he rammed his penis
down Bryce's throat.  When he felt his juices begin to rise, he thought of
pulling out, but then he remembered Bryce's request, so he drove his hips
upward one final time, and he let his juices explode into Bryce's waiting
gullet.  Bryce was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of the first volley,
gagging on it slightly and letting some of it escape and roll down his
chin, but then he began swallowing in earnest, trying not to lose any more
of that precious liquid.  He continued to suck and bob, until Tommy grabbed
his head and held it still, as his penis was becoming a bit sore from being
overworked.

As Bryce finally released that sex-sausage from his lips, Tommy lifted up
and looked squarely into Bryce's face.  Through half-closed eyes, Tommy
could see bits of his jizz appearing in the corners of Bryce's mouth or
running down his chin.  He motioned Bryce forward, and the boy climbed up
toward him, then Tommy grabbed him, pulled him toward him and licked the
pearly drops off his face.  When he had finished doing that, he gave Bryce
a very sensuous kiss, as his way of saying 'thank you'.  Bryce liked that
kiss and kissed him back, once more swapping tongues with his older friend.
Now they were hugging and stroking each other, as well as continuing to
kiss, and then the two boys just collapsed beside each other, somewhat
exhausted from that little workout.  Finally Tommy broke the silence.

"That was the best one yet," he said in a whisper.  "I can't imagine it
getting any better than that.  I hope I can do that good for you."

"I know you will, even though you don't have as much to work with.  I wish
I was as big as you and I could shoot like that."

"You'll do it soon enough, but you're still pretty advanced for your age.
You won't have anything to worry about when you're as old as Johnny or me."

"I hope not, but it seems like it's never going to happen."

"It will, but you just have to be patient.  That's what everyone kept
telling us."

"Who told you that?"

"Older friends and older brothers of our friends.  They just told us we had
to wait until it was our time, and they were right.  The same thing will
happen to you."

"I certainly hope so.  This is nice, but I know it will get even better
when I can shoot like you."

"Yeah, you're right there."

Before long, Tommy had positioned Bryce on the bed and he began to wash
Bryce's genital area with his tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her
kittens.  This was a very enjoyable experience for Bryce, especially as
Tommy's tongue ran over the surface of his tight little ball sack, and he
agreed with Tommy's assessment that this was better than when they used
their hands.  When Tommy finally let Bryce's small penis slide into his
mouth, he realized that he couldn't really bob up and down on it very well,
so he decided to suck on it, like trying to draw a thick milkshake up a
straw.  Bryce reacted almost immediately, giving little grunts of approval,
so Tommy continued to do this, only stopping long enough to nod up and down
on it a few times for a change of pace.  It didn't take long for Bryce to
reach a powerful dry orgasm, and he screamed out during his release, and
then he slumped onto the bed, not moving a muscle for quite some time.
After thanking Tommy for the first rate job, the boys rested up and talked
about things for a while longer, and then they tossed on some clothes and
went downstairs to do some other things.  A couple hours later they called
and ordered the pizza, and they were told that it would be delivered in
about 45 minutes to an hour.  This was fine with them, and they just put
everything else out on the table, so it would be ready for when the pizza
arrived.

The boys were watching television when the doorbell rang, and Tommy grabbed
the money off the table and ran to answer it.  After paying and tipping the
delivery man, something his mother had reminded him to do before she left,
he carried the box into the dining room and the boys sat down to eat.  This
was one of the few times that Bryce could remember that he could eat
without being self-conscious about what he was doing, and he got carried
away and ate more than he should have.  Now he had this uncomfortable
feeling, from his belly being overstuffed, so the boys decided to do
something calm for the rest of the night.  They played double-solitaire and
watched TV until it was time to go to bed, and then they made their way
upstairs.  They were surprised that their parents weren't home by that
time, but they figured their mom and dad must have been having a good time
and decided to stay a little longer.  The boys agreed that would be a good
thing, because maybe it would put their father in a better mood tomorrow.
They finally gave in and went to bed, but not without enjoying one more
round of oral sex before Bryce went back to his own room and they went to
sleep.  It was a grand day and one that they would remember for a while,
because they didn't know when they'd get another chance to have a day like
this again.

When their parents finally got back home, they went up to their room to
change and get ready for bed themselves, and then their father slipped into
Tommy's room, to check on his son.  On his way out of the room, he grabbed
the camcorder he had set up in there earlier, to see if Bryce was taking
advantage of things while he was gone.  As he left his son's room, he put
the camcorder under his arm and then headed downstairs, so he could scan
through the six-hours worth of tape without anyone else knowing what he was
up to.

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