Erastes

Throw Away Kid

Chapters 17-20

From what I learned later, I guess Bryce had been on the computer I had set up in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs when they arrived. He was doing his class work, but he had left the television on downstairs after watching one of those educational programs I had assigned. For that reason, he didn't hear their vehicles pull into the driveway, but he did hear them when they began pounding on the door and then someone yelled.

"Police, open up. We have a warrant!"

Hearing this, Bryce jumped up, looked out the window and saw the police cars in the driveway. He was beginning to panic when he heard them smash the front door in with the weighted battering ram they carried with them for this purpose. When he heard this, he panicked even more and pulled a typical kid move. He dove under the bed to hide. He had no idea what was happening, although he just assumed the police were after him, so he felt he had to hide. Unfortunately, this was the best idea he could come up with on such short notice and in such a rattled state.

By this time, he could hear people moving about the house and yelling words like 'clear' every so often, and then he heard people come upstairs. A few seconds later, he saw a pair of black boots move past the bed and walk over to the computer, which was still on, and then the guy moved to the other side of the bed, knelt down and discovered Bryce underneath. The man reached under the bed to grab him and Bryce slid out on the other side, got up and bolted for the stairs. When Bryce did this, the guy stood up and ran around the bed after him.

Bryce thought he might be able to race down the stairs and get out of the house before they could catch him, and then he planned to find someplace to hide in the neighborhood for a while. He thought maybe he could even make his way to the factory and stay there until things died down, but unfortunately a DSS man was in the hallway. He reached out and grabbed a hold of Bryce's shirt as he sped past and was able to stop him.

This caused Bryce to panic even more and he fought to pull free of this man's grip. Bryce wasn't that far away from the top of the stairs at the time, so he thought that if he could get free, then he could race down the steps and probably get out of the house before anyone else could stop him. Not knowing what else to do, he swung one of his arms down across the piece of his shirt the guy was holding and this caused the man to lose his grip on it. The problem was, it also caused Bryce to lose his balance, and so the next thing that happened was that he began to fall toward the stairs… and then down them.

His body looked as if it were a rag doll, as it rolled from step to step. His arms and legs were flopping limply about, as his body somersaulted down the entire flight of steps. When his small body hit the landing at the bottom, Bryce landed very hard and his head cracked against the hard floor. The sound everyone heard when this happened was a sickening dull 'thud,' and his battered and bruised body was lying, motionless, in a very contorted heap.

I happened to arrive home and burst through the door just as that was happening, so I saw him tumble down the stairs. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed, but now he was lying sprawled out on the floor of the foyer, without showing any signs of movement. His slender frame was limp and unmoving, so I flew to his side to see if he was still alive and what I could do to help. Before I could reach him though, I was stopped by two police officers. Although I insisted that I needed to help Bryce, because he was injured, they continued to prevent me from doing so.

"Let me go! I need to help him," I kept insisting.

"The other officers will see to the boy," one of the cops advised me, "and you'd be better off trying to help yourself, at this point."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.

"You've been hiding a runaway minor and aiding and abetting his efforts, so you're in a major legal mess right now," he told me. "You'd be best to consider what you're going to do about that."

"The hell with that shit right now!" I challenged. "We have to get him to the hospital. Has anyone called 911 or radioed in for help?"

"We've radioed for an ambulance and one is on the way," he said, drolly.

"How the hell did this happen?" I wanted to know.

One of the officers gave me an abbreviated version of what had taken place and pointed out the DSS man who had grabbed Bryce's shirt before he fell. The DSS man heard the cop telling me this, so I guess that's why he walked forward to confront me.

"Do you realize this is all your fault?" he asked me.

"My fault? How the hell do you figure this is my fault?" I shot back.

"Well, if you'd turned him over to us when you first ran across him, nothing like this would have ever happened," he insisted.

"No, he'd probably be dead by now," I spat back, defying his accusation. "When he was under your care, he was taken advantage of, physically abused and sexually molested."

"I don't believe a word of that and your allegations are totally unfounded," he insisted.

"Are they? I have detailed notes about what Bryce endured during his time in foster care," I informed him, "and I've documented neglect, physical beatings and his being forced into prostituting himself by one of his so-called foster parents."

"That's nonsense!" the man shouted back.

"It's not nonsense and we have statements and other materials to prove it, but this isn't the time or the place to discuss that," I stated, while looking toward Bryce. "We have to get the boy medical attention. Where the hell is the ambulance?"

About that time we heard the rescue squad's siren in the distance, so I knew they were getting close. Just before the ambulance crew rushed in to attend to Bryce, my lawyer walked past the broken door and came inside. He had the officers release me, so we could move to the side and talk, and he advised me about what to do and how to act from this point on. However, I was trying to see what was they were doing for Bryce and trying to listen to the EMTs, instead of my attorney. It's also when I heard the DSS guy tell them to take Bryce to County Hospital.

"No way!" I screamed out. "He's not going to that overworked slum hospital. You have him taken to St. Luke's Hospital instead."

"The county won't pay for that," the DSS rep told me. "He will get just as good care at County."

"Like hell," I objected. "I wouldn't even go there for minor treatment, let alone anything this serious. You have him taken to St. Luke's and I'll cover the bill."

"We can't allow that," he replied.

"Listen, you bureaucratic mental midget. Not only will you do it, but you'll also be happy to do so," I informed him. "I'm telling you right now, if anything happens to that kid, my lawyer and my friend, who holds all of the information about how Bryce has been handled by DSS and their representatives, will turn all the information over to the press.

"Mark my words," I continued, "because it won't be the local paper either. We will start with the New York Times, but we'll also give it to Time and Newsweek, along with the major television networks. By the time the dust settles from that intense exposure, not only won't you and your superiors be able to get a job in THIS state, but you'll also be lucky if you can secure a job in your field in ANY state. Not only that, but I'll personally sue you, the department and the State for damages, not only to my home, but also for Bryce's injuries, including punitive damages."

"You're bluffing," he replied.

"Try me, asshole. I didn't build my business from the ground up and make my fortune by bluffing or by not being able to follow through on my threats," I informed him. "It you think it's a bluff, call me on it, but you'll be the one to suffer the consequences from the fallout, not me."

The guy stood and glared at me for several seconds and everyone in the room could tell he hated the fact that I was interfering with his official duties, plus he probably hated me on a more personal level as well, but I didn't want to give in. He also was fairly certain I had him, and his department, by the 'nads, so after a slight, uneasy delay, he turned to the ambulance crew and spoke.

"Take him to St. Luke's then, but make sure you tell them the bill goes in this guy's name and not the county's," he informed them. "I'll clear it later with my superiors."

After making that announcement and having had to back down in front of everyone else that was here, the guy was totally red-faced. It could have been from anger or embarrassment, but he spun around and took off, although he stopped long enough to ask one of the policemen to drive him back to his office, since he had ridden with them from the courthouse. One of the other officers then announced that I was under arrest and began to read me my rights. That's when my attorney stepped in to assist me. He told them that I'd cooperate fully, once the boy was out of danger, and he'd guarantee that I'd turn myself in, after I was certain the boy was being treated.

The officer wasn't sure what to do at this point, so he radioed the station and discussed it with his Sgt. I guess his superior must have authorized our plan, but only if I agreed to come to the station at my earliest possible convenience to be fingerprinted and booked. Again, my lawyer vouched for me and promised he would see to it that I would do this. Once that was settled, they allowed my lawyer to drive me in his car to the hospital, as we followed the rescue vehicle. Finally, we were on our way to St. Luke's, so we could get Bryce the treatment he needed.

By the time they were able to stabilize Bryce in the emergency room, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn't been allowed to be in with him, since I wasn't related, even though I was paying the damn bill. Once he was stabilized, they moved him to the juvenile intensive care ward, but it had already been over two hours since the accident. I pleaded to be able to go in and sit with him, but the hospital staff wasn't about to allow me to do that, since I wasn't a relative. Finally, I got the DSS caseworker on the phone and talked him in to authorizing the hospital to allow me to do this, since DSS was technically Bryce's legal guardians. After I also explained to them that I was also paying all of the bills, so if they didn't want to have to wait for their money they'd allow this, so eventually they relented and I was shown in.

I was heartsick and even became slightly physically ill when I saw him. His face was bruised and swollen, his body was discolored and covered with scrapes, his left arm and right leg were in casts, and he was still unconscious. There seemed to be all kinds of tubes running into him and he was also hooked up to several monitors. I walked over to his right side, kissed him on the forehead and then I took his right hand and held it between my own hands, before I sat in the chair that was located beside the bed.

I suddenly felt as if I was going to vomit, so I rushed into the bathroom in the room. I ended up retching and expelling some bile and other contents from my stomach, and then I rinsed out my mouth and splashed water on my face, before I went back to his bedside. As I sat down beside him again, tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, before gently dropping onto our cupped hands and the bedding. He looked so frail and helpless, not like the boy who had taken care of himself for so long, and I bowed my head to pray that he would come through this without permanent harm.

I never thought at the time about my lawyer being there with us and watching my every move, but he was and he noticed how much Bryce meant to me. After twenty or thirty minutes, he came over to me, placed his hand on my shoulder and spoke.

"I can see how much you care for this boy, Kyle, just like a father watching over his child," he began. "Although I knew you wanted him to stay with you, I didn't realize at the time how deeply you cared for the boy or how attached you had become. I promise that I will do everything within my power to keep you two together, as a family unit.

"I also know how much you want to continue to stay here with him," he continued, "but I promised the police we'd stop by the station, so you could be fingerprinted and booked. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get you released on your own recognizance, but we'd better leave and get this over with. Then you'll be able to come back here and stay with the boy for as long as you want."

"Won't they lock me up for the night?" I asked.

"No, I'll make sure they take care of this quickly," he assured me. "I'll get you arraigned immediately, even if I have to call the judge and arrange it myself. Fortunately for you, I spend a few years dealing with criminal law, before I decided to switch over to dealing with family court matters."

"Ok, I guess we could go, as long as I'll be able to come back," I concurred. "Do you think I might be able to speak to his doctor before I leave?"

He looked at me and nodded.

"All right, I'll go find him and bring him back to speak with you, so you may stay with the boy until I get back," he agreed.

I thanked him and he left the room. I thought I should take advantage of my time alone with Bryce, so I bent over him, placed my mouth next to his head and whispered into his ear.

"Bryce, I'm here for you, but I may have to leave for just a little while," I told him, my voice choking up with emotion. "I will be back, but I want you to keep fighting to get better while I'm gone. I can't lose you now, because you mean too much to me and I love you so very much. I need you in my life, so I'll make you a promise. If you'll fight and get better, then I'll do whatever you want when we get back home. I'm sure I know what you want, and yes, I'll even do that. Just get better and I'll do anything to make you happy."

At that point, I lost it completely and began to weep. No, I didn't weep, I began sobbing and my stomach began to retch, like I needed to vomit again. I ran back to the toilet and expelled some more bile into the commode, and then I rinsed out my mouth again and wiped it off. It took a few more seconds for me to get my stomach under control again, and then I walked back to his room and over to his bed again.

When I got there, I placed my head on his shoulder, because I wanted to show him how much I truly cared about him. I also wanted to touch him in a loving way, but this was the best I could do with the possibility of others entering the room at any second. We were like that when the door to the room opened and the doctor and my attorney entered.

"You must be the boy's father," he stated, extending his hand to me in the process.

"Not yet, but I hope to be," I responded, which caused the doctor to give me a confused look.

"I'm fighting with DSS to become his guardian," I offered, to end his confusion.

"And he's also paying the bills and was authorized by DSS to see to the boy's medical treatment and be in here with him?" my lawyer added, to bolster my claim.

"Well, then what may I do to help?" the doctor asked.

"Can you tell me about his condition?" I followed.

"Yes, of course," he replied. "The boy suffered multiple scrapes and bruises, but he also sustained two fractures. He also has a concussion and some swelling around his brain, which is the reason why he hasn't regained consciousness yet. We've relieved some of the pressure, but we're also trying to get the intra-cranial swelling under control, so he'll most likely remain in critical condition until that happens."

"Will he be all right?" I asked next, seeking reassurance.

"That depends on many things," the doctor stated. "I can't give you any guarantees, but I will do my best to help him pull through."

"Well, don't spare any expense," I ordered. "I want you to bring in the finest specialists, as well as whomever or whatever else you think is appropriate. I don't want you to leave any option unexplored. Do I make myself clear?"

"Extremely clear, sir," he responded.

"Thank you. I have to leave for a while, but I shall return," I informed him. "I want you to do whatever is necessary to make him better and I will cover any and all expenses, so you don't have to worry about that. Do you have any questions?"

"None, sir, and I'll do my absolute best," he promised.

I then left the hospital with my lawyer and he drove me over to the police station, where they took me into a special area to be fingerprinted and booked. It was a humiliating experience. To begin with, one of the cops put this black ink on a pad with a roller, put my fingers in it one at a time and then they transferred the prints onto a special card. After the officer did each finger individually, he did them as a group, before he moved on to the other hand.

Once the fingerprinting process was completed, I had to have the typical mug shots taken, both the front and side poses, and then I had to sign some paperwork, but not before my lawyer went over each of them first. After that process was completed, I was allowed to sit in a private room with my attorney, while we waited for the arraignment.

It seemed as if it took an eternity before anything else happened, but we were finally taken before the judge, where I pleaded 'not guilty.' After hearing a motion from my attorney, I was given ROR (released own recognizance), which meant I didn't have to put up any bail or spend the night in jail. Once that process was finished, my lawyer drove me home, so I could pick up my own car and then return to the hospital. I thanked him for all of his help and then went inside the house and grabbed a couple of items, before I drove back to sit with Bryce.

It didn't seem as if his condition had improved any while I was away, so I moved the basic, reclining-type chair into position beside his bed and made myself comfortable, as I held his hand and stroked his hair. I talked to him the entire time I was doing this and tried to encourage him to come back to me. I also reaffirmed the promise I had made to him earlier, since I hoped that might make him fight harder and help to speed up the recovery process. No matter what it took, I would do anything to urge him to get better.

After a couple of hours of sitting with him like this, I got up and took a short walk to stretch my stiff muscles and buy a cup of coffee from one of the vending machines. I wasn't gone for very long, but when I returned the doctor and nurses were working on Bryce again. I had no idea what had happened or what they were doing, but I was very scared as I stood in the doorway and watched them. I tried to inquire about what was happening, but I was only told that the swelling in his brain had increased and was threatening his life. I almost collapsed after hearing that information, but I stayed upright, although I did manage to spill some of my coffee when my knees buckled. I felt this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, because I suddenly had these horrific visions that he wasn't going to get better. My knees went weak once more and I'm not sure how I managed to remain standing, but I did. After that happened, one of the nurses asked me to go to the waiting room and stay there until Bryce's condition had been stabilized.

I don't remember walking there or even entering the room, but I do remember sitting in a chair, closing my eyes and praying like I've never prayed before. I'm not an overly religious person and I'm not a fan of organized religion, because I think much of it is corrupt and self-serving, but I do believe in God and his power. Therefore, I beseeched him to intercede on Bryce's behalf and bring him back to health. I must have prayed the entire time I was sitting in the waiting room, because I don't remember doing anything else during that time. I have absolutely no idea how long I was in there, but I do know I was still praying when a nurse came in to get me later.

"Mr. Loomis," she paged, as she startled me from my thoughts, "the boy's condition has stabilized and you may go back to his room."

I thanked her and returned to see Bryce, only to find two doctors standing beside him. There was the doctor I had spoken to earlier, as well as another, but now Bryce's head was now wrapped in a white, gauze bandage.

"What happened?" I asked, gravely concerned.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Johnston, the neurosurgeon," the other doctor announced. "The monitors signaled a problem with pressure building on the boy's brain, so we had to rush him into emergency surgery. It was a fairly standard procedure to drain the fluids that were building around his brain, so we were able to alleviate the pressure that was building inside his cranium. He seems to be doing better now, but he's still not out of the woods yet."

"Yes, and it was fortunate that you had me bring in a specialist," the first doctor commented. "I'm not sure what would have happened to the boy if the neurosurgeon hadn't been here when this happened. I'm not sure that I'd have known what to do, but now we both agree the next twenty-four hours will be critical."

"I just want to thank both of you, but I also need to ask a favor<" I mentioned. "DSS wanted to take Bryce to County Hospital to be treated, but I felt his injuries were too severe for them to handle his situation adequately. Do you think the staff at County could have treated him as successfully?"

"Only if they'd have brought in a neurosurgeon," Bryce's primary physician told me, "and I don't believe they have one on staff there."

"Would you be willing to state that in a deposition, if I ask my attorney to depose you?" I asked them. "DSS has made so many decisions and done so many things to endanger this poor kid, and I believe this would have just been another of those instances, since he was injured when they went to pick him up."

At first, they were hesitant to do anything of that nature, but then I went on to explain a few of the things Bryce had been through, while under DSS supervision. I told them all about the foster homes he had been placed in and what they had done to him there, but I also advised them about how Bryce had sustained these injuries. Eventually, both doctors agreed to provide me with their statements. I intended to use these to Bryce's and my benefit in the future.

Once they left the room, I sat with Bryce, held his hand and talked to him. I told him how much I needed him in my life and how he had to fight his way back to health. As it grew late, I eased that reclining chair into a nearly horizontal position, so I could use it as a bed of sorts, because that's where I planned to stay for the night. Before I actually fell asleep, one of the nurses brought me a pillow and a blanket, and then I settled in for the long haul.

I only slept in small increments at a time, because I was constantly waking up to check on Bryce. I wanted to make sure he was breathing, wasn't in any pain or see if he had awakened. One of the nurses told me I should just go home and get some rest, because they would watch over him while he was there, and then I could come back in the morning. That way, I would still be able to spend time with him, but without being tired, because they didn't want me to end up becoming ill due to lack of sleep. I thanked her for her concern, but explained that I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep any better at home either. I needed to be with him and I needed HIM to know I was here for him.

When I was able to fall asleep, my mind continually replayed what I had seen happen and what I knew about Bryce's condition. My mind also went over everything I'd been told about what had happened to him over the past few years and then I'd wake up, just so I could stare at him and make sure he was all right. I also prayed that he would suddenly open his eyes and speak to me, but that never happened. How could a boy this young have survived all of those terrible things and not have become a total social misfit or psychopath in the process? I finally concluded it was because he was emotionally strong, adaptable and resilient. Those were the same qualities I knew he'd also need now, if he were going to pull through this, so I hoped my presence and words of encouragement would be enough to spur him on.

I spent most of the next day beside his bed, either talking to him or praying much of the time. I also forced myself to take a short break, so I could call my attorney and tell him what the doctors had offered to do, or more appropriately, what I had talked them into doing. Then, I told him my ideas for how we could use that information. He agreed with my suggestions and told me it was worth a try, before promising he'd get back to me when he learned more about what DSS was planning next. I thanked him and offered one final suggestion, something I just thought of, and then we discussed that fully too. He also told me he'd stop by after work to see Bryce and he'd let me know at that time if he'd been able to accomplish anything in the interim. After saying goodbye to him, I noted that even though I hadn't known this man for very long, he had already become more than just my lawyer. I think I would even be willing to call him a friend.

Except for my lawyer and my secretary stopping by, and the constant flow of nurses and the two doctors checking in on Bryce, the day was quite uneventful. My secretary suggested that I desperately needed to shave and a shower, so she suggested I go home and do that while she sat with Bryce. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and told her she was more than just an employee. I also told her I was happy to include her as another of my friends, because it's times like these when you discover who your true friends really are.

That night, I slept by Bryce's side again, in the hospital's reclining chair, and it passed much the same as the night before. The only difference was that this time I was able to sleep for slightly longer periods after I dozed off. I still checked on Bryce whenever I awoke, but there never seemed to be any change in his condition.

When I got up the next morning, Bryce still seemed to be about the same, but I wished him a good morning anyway and then advised him it was time to wake up, before adding that I loved him. After that, I reminded him that if he would come back to me, then I'd do anything he asked. After confirming that, I merely sat there and watched him breathe. A little while later, the nurse came in and suggested that I go get something to eat, and we were discussing my need for nourishment when we heard a very weak voice.

"Uncle Kyle?" it asked.

The nurse and I both turned and looked at his bed. We were amazed to see that Bryce's eyes were open, although only about halfway, and she quickly checked his vital signs, before going out to have his doctor paged. I, on the other hand, talked to Bryce while she was gone and my heart was leaping for joy.

"Oh little man, I'm so happy to hear your voice again," I told him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was beat up by a whole bunch of guys and then run over by a truck," he wheezed.

I could tell he was in pain and it wasn't easy for him to talk, but I was so excited that he was conscious again. I also couldn't stop myself from trying to continue the conversation.

"I'm not surprised," I agreed. "You've had us very worried for a while."

I didn't expect him to answer, but he did.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he apologized, although he had done nothing wrong.

"I know you didn't, but I'm very glad you're doing a little better now," I told him.

He looked over at me and I could tell he was studying my face.

"Did you really mean what you said to me?" he asked next.

I wasn't totally sure if he was referring to my recent statements or something else, because I wasn't convinced he'd heard the things I told him while he was unconscious. He'd been out of it for so long and I'd told him so many things that I wasn't clear as to which statement he was alluding to.

"Which thing are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know, that you'd do whatever I wanted if I got better," he replied, while trying to gauge my reaction.

"You really heard me say that, did you?" I asked. "I wasn't sure if you had, but I'm glad that you did."

"I did, so did you mean it?" he pressed.

I looked at him and noticed the apprehensive look on his face. I knew he was worried I only said it to urge him to get well again.

"Bryce, I meant every word I said to you," I assured him.

I thought I was going to have to hold him down, because he looked as if he was about to leap out of his bed and into my arms. I wouldn't have even been surprised if he asked me to prove it and do it right then and there.

"Take it easy, little man," I advised him. "We don't have to rush anything and I want to wait until you're better and get you back home with me first, but I meant what I said. Are you ok with that?"

"Does that mean I can stay with you then?" he wanted to know.

"Well, that's not definite yet, but we're still working on it," I informed him, and I saw him grimace because of my answer.

"So do you think I'll be able to live with you or not?" he continued. He wasn't about to let up with this line of questioning.

"My lawyer and I definitely haven't given up on that possibility, so I don't want you to give up on it either," I suggested.

"I won't, cuz I want that more than anything…well, there is something else I want too," he advised me, with a big smirk. "I want you to keep the promise you made."

"I will, but after you've recovered," I confirmed.

"Then I'll get better really fast," he replied.

We both chuckled over that, just as Bryce's doctor walked in.

"Well, I heard he was better, but I didn't expect to find this," the doctor confessed. "It's even better than I hoped for. How are you feeling, young man?"

Bryce told him the same thing he'd told me, and then the doctor started to check him over. He asked me to leave for a second, but Bryce objected, telling the doctor he wanted me to stay for everything. The doctor studied Bryce's face and then he looked at me, but finally he smiled.

"I don't see any problem with that," he agreed. "Besides, I think his being here is what helped you to get better. I can see you two really care for each other and you seem even closer than most fathers and sons I know."

"I love Uncle Kyle," Bryce told him unashamedly, "and he loves me too. He has been nicer to me and treated me better than anyone else ever has. Much better than any of the foster homes I got placed in."

The doctor looked impressed by his unsolicited endorsement.

"That's wonderful, and I understand that's how you were injured," the doctor mentioned," when DSS came to take you away from him. Is that true?"

"Yeah. I thought if I could get away then I could hide out until they gave up looking for me," Bryce confessed. "The thing was, that guy grabbed a hold of my shirt and when I struggled to get away… well, all I remember is falling down the stairs."

"Well, I can see how devoted you two are to each other, so I'll do whatever I can to help to make sure you are able to stay together," the doctor promised Bryce.

"You will? Really? Oh, thank you!" Bryce gushed.

Bryce was almost bouncing on his bed after he'd heard this.

"Easy, young fellow," the doctor warned him. "You've still got some healing to do first, so I don't want you to get too excited and then start to regress. You must remain calm and follow orders for now, and then we'll do all we can to get you two back together. Does that sound agreeable to you?"

"It sure does," Bryce concurred, with a huge grin plastered across his face.

"I thought it might meet with your approval," the doctor stated, with a knowing smirk.

The doctor finished giving Bryce a complete check-up and made sure to investigate nearly every inch of him. After he explained everything to us, he agreed that Bryce was doing much better than he would have expected, but the doctor also confirmed that Bryce would have to stay in the hospital longer, so they could continue to monitor his progress. When the doctor left the room, Bryce and I continued our previous conversation.

The two of us spent the rest of the day talking about what had happened, what we wanted to do as soon as he was out of the hospital and how I was going to convince DSS to let him stay with me. I didn't tell him everything, just enough to keep him calm and hopeful. It didn't hurt when my lawyer stopped by later to tell us that he was making progress with DSS, especially with their willingness to consider allowing Bryce stay with me. He even hinted that we might possibly even be able to convince them to let me adopt him. I knew this was the type of news that would help Bryce get better fast, so I was pleased that the lawyer had brought it up. He even told us that we might know their decision by the time Bryce was released from the hospital, which would be perfect, but I didn't want Bryce to get his hopes up too soon, just in case.

Bryce's mood was light and happy for the rest of the evening and we even watched some television together. After that, I spent another night sleeping beside him in the room. Bryce had tried his best to talk me into sleeping in the bed with him, but I told him that would look bad and might work against us with DSS, so he finally relented and agreed to let me sleep in the chair beside his bed, but only if I held his hand all night. I promised I would and then kissed him goodnight, but only on the forehead, and then we both fell asleep. I think it was also the most sleep I'd had had since he was admitted to the hospital.

The neurosurgeon came in to see Bryce the following day and he seemed surprised to note how well Bryce was doing too.

"You gave us quite a scare, young man," he mentioned, "but I'm glad to see how much you've improved. How are you feeling today?"

"Good enough to go home with Uncle Kyle," Bryce answered, while flashing the doctor a grin.

"Well, I think we'd better keep you here for observation for say another day or two," the doctor informed him, "and then maybe we'll let you go home with your Uncle then."

"I sure hope so!" Bryce stated.

"Let's have another look at you now," he said next, as he moved over to give Bryce the once over.

The doctor asked me to leave, so he could remove the bandages and check out his handiwork, but Bryce began to protest. His pleas fell on deaf ears this time, so I went out into the hallway to wait until the doctor had finished. It was several minutes later when the door opened and the neurosurgeon approached me, to let me know what he thought.

"He seems to be doing fine," he began, "although I am a bit astounded by his progress. The only answer I have for his miraculous recovery is that he's responding to all the love and attention you've given him since he was admitted. I wish all parents had the same devotion to their children that you do for him. He's a very lucky young man."

"No, I think I'm the lucky one," I stated. "He's brought a whole new purpose to my life, so it's not just about making money and being a success any longer. I now have someone I care very deeply about, so I want to protect him and help him become whatever he wants to be. I owe him a great deal more than I've given him so far."

"Well, I think you two have been a blessing for each other, so I hope you are successful in your attempt to gain custody of him," he agreed. "I'd be proud to be a character witness for you, if you should ever need one."

"Thank you. That means a great deal to me, and I know it will to Bryce too," I confessed. "Therefore, I will thank you for both of us and express our appreciation your offer and everything you've done for him. I'll let you know later if my lawyer thinks we need you to vouch for us."

The doctor nodded his acknowledgement and then left to complete his rounds, so I went back into Bryce's room, so I could sit with him again.

"What did he say, Uncle Kyle?" Bryce asked me, as soon as I entered the room.

"Well, he told me that he'd better keep you here for at least a month, so he could put some meat on that scrawny body of yours," I joked, to see how he'd react.

"Uncle Kyle, he did not. Quit teasing me," Bryce replied. "What did he really say?"

That convinced me that I definitely had my old Bryce back, so I smiled and told him what he wanted to know. .

"He said you are doing well and he even offered to be a character witness for us, if we needed him," I stated.

"Why would me need that?" Bryce wondered.

"It would help if this ended up going to court," I confessed. "I'm sure your other doctor would do the same thing, along with our lawyer and my office assistant. I'd say we're in pretty good shape then."

"Really? They'd all do that for us?" Bryce asked.

"He said he would and I'm sure the others would as well. He seems to think we deserve one another," I advised him. "I guess he feels we'd be a good punishment for each other, for all the bad things we've done so far."

"Uncle Kyle, you're doing it again," Bryce whined.

I merely gave him a sheepish grin.

"I know and I'm sorry," I apologized.

We both had a good laugh over that and then we moved on to discuss other matters.

Chapter 18
A Steady Recovery

Late in the afternoon on the second day, my lawyer showed up at the hospital again. He came in and spoke to both of us and asked about Bryce's condition and prognosis. Once this had been cleared up, he made an announcement.

"I've been in contact with the DSS caseworker and his supervisors over the past couple of days," the lawyer began, "and I think I've reached an agreement with them."

Bryce and I both looked in his direction, as we waited for him to tell us what the agreement was, but he didn't say anything else after that. I'm not sure if he was toying with us a bit or merely waiting to see our reactions, but whatever he was doing, he certainly got a reaction. It came from Bryce.

"What did they say? Can I live with Uncle Kyle? Tell me what they said, pleeeeeze!" Bryce begged.

"Well, they are going to drop the case against your Uncle Kyle for hiding you out," he began, obviously dragging this out.

"And what about me?" Bryce followed.

"Well, your Uncle Kyle kind of came up with the strategy I used when dealing with them, so I'll tell you what happened," the lawyer stated. "I promised DSS that we would agree not to make the details of your life in foster care public and we would not seek child endangerment charges against them because of the accident that put you in here, nor will we sue for reimbursement for the medical costs and damages."

He paused again.

"But what do WE get?" Bryce asked.

"Well…" the lawyer hesitated again, but he soon gave in to Bryce's obvious impatience. "They are going to let you two stay together and Kyle will become your legal guardian."

Bryce lit up like the sun.

"And he will be my dad?" Bryce followed.

"Sort of, but they requested that we wait a year before that would happen," the lawyer added, "to see how well you two get along first. If all goes well, then they will allow Kyle to adopt you at that time."

"ALL RIGHT!" Bryce screamed, almost catapulting himself out of his hospital bed.

"Well, I think you'd better calm down, sport," I told him, "so you don't re-injure anything. You do want to get out of here and go home with me, don't you?"

"You bet I do," Bryce confirmed.

He did calm down a bit after I'd told him that, but he was just too excited to completely control himself. Bryce and I were both thrilled by this news, so it was kind of hard to contain our emotions at that point. My lawyer knew this and added one more bit of information.

"And Kyle, that other issue will also be handled in a couple of months," he informed me.

"What other issue?" Bryce demanded. "What are you guys talking about? Tell me. Please?"

"Oh, just another matter I asked our lawyer to take care of for me," I informed him, without going into detail.

"About me?" Bryce wanted to know.

"No, it's not about you," I replied, honestly.

"Then what's it about?" he insisted. "I want to know, so please tell me what you're talking about."

"Man, you sure are nosy," I teased. "I'm not sure I want someone that nosy to be around me all of the time."

I gave him a once over, like I was trying to size him up, and he got annoyed with me.

"Uncle Kyle, will you stop teasing me?" he whined. "Just tell me what it is about."

"Nothing you need to be concerned with," I informed him. "Anyway, are you still sure you want to come live with me?"

"YES!" he screamed, without hesitation.

Now, he was absolutely glowing and let the other issue drop. I'm not sure if he forgot about it momentarily, but he didn't say anything more about it. Therefore, the three of us chatted about other things for a while longer, with the lawyer telling me I'd have to come to his office to sign some papers and such to finalize the agreement, but when the doctor came in, my lawyer said goodbye and left.

"Anyone here want to go home?" the doctor asked, once my lawyer had exited the room.

"I do!" Bryce yelled out.

The doctor smiled at the both of us when this happened.

"Well, I don't see any reason you can't" he informed Bryce, "as long as you promise to take it easy for the rest of this week and next. That means no rough stuff or horseplay, and absolutely no physical exertion. You also have to get plenty of rest, eat regular meals and drink lots of liquids. If you will promise me that you will do all of those things and can deal with all of my restrictions, then I'll discharge you today."

"I promise! Really, I do," Bryce yelled out, without giving the doctor a chance to say more.

His physician merely nodded and left the room. A couple of minutes later, a nurse came in with paperwork for me to sign. It took another thirty minutes or so before everything was cleared up and an orderly brought a wheelchair into the room, so he could take Bryce down to the main entrance, where I'd pick him up. Seeing I would need to go get my car, I informed Bryce I'd be gone for a few minutes and then I'd meet up with him again when the orderly took him down to the main lobby. By the time I pulled up, Bryce and the orderly were already waiting for me.

I helped Bryce into the car, while making sure not to jostle either of his casts, and he immediately began to pester me again about what the lawyer had said earlier. He was just dying to know what we had been talking about.

"Just have patience, Bryce," I suggested. "You'll find out in time, when you need to know about it, but not before."

"Man, I hate that word," he shot back.

"I know you do, but that doesn't change anything," I offered. "You still need to learn patience."

"Fine! Whatever," he stated, annoyed.

The minute we got in the house, Bryce started in on me with his next request.

"I want you to keep your promise to me now," he insisted.

"Not yet, little man," I informed him. "You heard what the doctor said. No physical exertion for a week. We will do that, but only after you've recovered completely."

"But you promised," he whined.

"And I intend to keep that promise," I agreed, "but you'll just have…"

Bryce cut me off.

"I know, I just have to have patience," he deadpanned. "Man, I hope I never hear that word again."

After saying this, he flashed me a disgusted expression and I almost burst out laughing when I saw it. Seeing me starting to grin, he shot me his mean look, which said 'Don't you dare laugh at me,' so I bit my tongue and held it in.

"When can we do it then?" he demanded.

This time he was almost pleading when he asked.

"As soon as the doctor gives you the ok for physical exertion," I explained. "Does that meet with your approval?"

"I guess it will have to," he sneered. "I just need patience."

After making that snide remark, to mock my insistence that he needed to learn patience, he shot me another look, which was kind of a mixture between disgust and 'I gotcha.' I easily understood what he was trying to tell me and how he was feeling.

That night, I babied Bryce and did everything I could to help him, which included waiting on him, hand and foot. I had dinner delivered to the house and then I even fed him. I explained that it would help him learn patience by doing this at my pace and not his usual hectic gobbling down his meal. This caused him to glare at me again, but we both enjoyed me doing this for him.

Even though I think this might have made him feel like a smaller child at first, I also believe he appreciated the fact that I wanted to do this for him. I'm not sure if he could remember anyone else ever taking care of him in this fashion, so I think he appreciated that I would do something for him that no one else had. For my part, this allowed me a brief opportunity to see what it might have been like if I'd raised him since birth, so I ended up enjoying doing this for him as well.

After dinner I carried him into the living room and he sat on my lap the entire time as we watched television. I even carried him to the toilet when he needed to use it, but then he made me fish his penis out for him and hold it while he peed. He thought doing that was a riot, but I didn't mind it either. I was just relishing having him home again.

When bedtime rolled around, Bryce wanted me to give him a bath, but I reminded him that he couldn't get his casts wet. He asked if there was a way we could do it and still keep them dry, and I told him the only way that I knew how to do it would be if I gave him a sponge bath. He immediately wanted to know what that was, so I told him it was what the nurses had done to clean him up while he was in the hospital. He told me that he hadn't liked them do that for him, but he wouldn't mind if I did it now. For some reason, he wanted me to do this in the tub though, so I placed him in it, without any water of course.

After drawing a basin of warm water and setting in on the lid of the toilet, I began to wash him. I started with his face and neck, before working my way down his chest and uninjured arm, and then I washed his back, down to his waist. I temporarily skipped the next part of his anatomy and chose to wash the leg without the cast next. Then, I moved back to his midsection. He had already popped a boner before I got to this area, so he just sat there grinning at me.

"Could you help me out with that too?" he asked, flashing me a devilish grin in the process.

"And what if I said no?" I countered.

"You can't," he stated, with an air of confidence. "You promised you'd do whatever I wanted. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember promising that, but it doesn't mean you can take advantage of my offer," I responded.

"I'm not taking advantage, but I am using it to get what I want," he stated, smugly.

"I don't think there's a difference," I suggested.

"Yes, there is," he disagreed. "I won't be taking advantage of you, cuz I know you want to do it for me too."

After saying this, he looked up at me and grinned, since he knew I probably couldn't disagree with his statement. Rather than say anything else, I began to rub the surface of his raging hard-on and massaged his scrotum with the washcloth at the same time, so Bryce reclined backward and rested against the incline of the tub, while giving gave me complete access to his groin. He allowed me to do whatever I wished with him and looked so peaceful and contented as I bathed the areas that made him a boy.

I could tell he was enjoying my ministrations, so now I put the tiny piece of material aside and began to jack on his rigid rod in earnest, knowing he was longing for that final explosion. I pumped away on him, but not in a rushed fashion, because I wanted to draw this out a little longer and make it last as long as I could. He was moaning like a ghost performing a haunting, since he had waited much longer for this to happen than he wished. Now, he just gave in to the wonderful feelings he was getting from my ministrations and let them wash over his entire body.

I used my other hand to massage and tweak his nipples, as my right hand slid up and down his erect shaft. While I continued to stroke him and watch him squirm in delight, I thought about who he was and what I was doing. He was still a boy, but with the sexual history of a man. He was smooth and virginal, yet as experienced as a seasoned pro. He was innocent and dependent, yet he could take care of himself if he had to. Here I was with this contradiction of terms stretched out before me and doing things to him I would never have imagined, yet I had a strong desire to do even more than this with him. Man, how did I get myself into this situation?

I continued to pump his organ, which had been growing into man-sized proportions since we'd first met. I rub the head and the slit with my thumb as I did so and tried to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly could. I think I was now beginning to admit to myself just how much I loved him, and in what ways, so I wanted to make everything I did for him the very best. Now, I wanted to bring him the best orgasm of his young life.

Once I had made that decision, I picked up the pace, since I could tell he was at that point where the rest of the world didn't exist for him any longer, and he really began to groan. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and he thrust his hips upward, before a stream of thin, clear liquid shot from his hose. The first volley left a trail across his stomach, while the second fell onto his scattered pubes, and then the last few drops merely oozed over my thumb and fingers, before continuing to yield to the force of gravity and sliding down the sides of his shaft.

Bryce was still breathing pretty heavily as he opened his eyes, and I could immediately see they were glazed over. I could tell he really hadn't recovered from his climax yet, but as his eyes began to clear and focus, he looked up at me and smiled. This let me know that he appreciated what I had just done for him.

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle," he told me, almost in a whisper, "that was really great. I hope we can do things like this all the time now."

"We'll have to see about that," I warned, "but I promise I won't say no all of the time any more."

"Cool," he agreed.

After I clean up the mess and then dried Bryce off, I took him and laid him on our bed, stark naked and completely satisfied. I told him I had to go in and take my shower now and he didn't complain. When I returned from doing that, several minutes later, I crawled into bed beside him and he scooted over, so he could snuggle up against me. We then watched a little more TV before turning in.

As I was dozing off, Bryce lifted the arm with the cast on it and I felt it when he draped it across my chest. I could tell he was also trying to use that hand to explore my body, but the cast proved to be too restrictive for him to be successful. Frustrated, he sat up and threw back the sheet, so he could explore me physically with his good arm. I let him have his fun too and permitted him to do whatever he wanted to me, so a few minutes later he was bringing me the same type of pleasure that I had brought to him in the tub.

I loved the feel of his small, smooth hand as it explored my sensitive areas, but that was nothing when compared to the feel on his slender fingers lovingly caressing my manhood, as he worked on it. He did such a tremendous job as he did this and lifted me to the heights of orgasmic bliss. He was awesome in his technique and knew what felt good to me, and he did this to perfection. Before long, my body was tingling, almost to the point where I thought I might implode, and then my cock began to spew those thick, creamy strings of love juice all over my body, along with his hand and arm, because of the way he was positioned.

After I had released the last of my load, Bryce licked it off of his arm, and then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean as well. He made a big show of doing this and acted as if it were an ice cream treat. After watching him finish, I hopped out of bed and grabbed the towel I'd used after my shower, so I could clean the rest off of my body and his. When I'd finished doing that, I turned off the TV and then we cuddled together and fell asleep. We both realized this was only the first night of sexual pleasure we would enjoy with each other from now on, because I'd made him a promise and I won't go back on my word.

The next week actually went by quite quickly for both of us. Bryce continued to get stronger, as his body healed, and we continued to enjoy being together again. We continued to mess around a little throughout the week, but we didn't do a great deal, and of course I hadn't yet acceded to his demands concerning anal intercourse. Even though he didn't want to, he was being patient, at least for Bryce. Actually, I was impressed with his newly found ability and was amazed that he was doing as well as he was. However, the night before he was scheduled to go back for his next check-up, he did push me a little harder to give in.

"Uncle Kyle, are you sure we just can't do it tonight?" he pleaded.

"Not until the doctor gives you the ok," I explained.

"Yeah, like he's going to say 'It's ok for you to have sex now, Bryce," he mocked.

"Well, he won't say it exactly like that," I conceded, "but if he gives you the go ahead for strenuous activities again, then you'll be all set."

"But I have been good, and I haven't teased you all week, so don't you think you can do this for me?" he pleaded.

"I know you've been very good, and I'm extremely proud of you, so don't spoil it now," I replied. "You've actually shown me you've learned to have some of that word you despise so much."

"Don't say it!" he warned.

"I won't, but you know what I mean," I added.

"I do, but I hate hearing that word," he confessed. "Uncle Kyle, you know I really want to do this with you, don't you?"

"After all the begging you've done, I certainly know that's what you want to do, but what if I do something else for you tonight," I offered, "something that will still get you off and satisfy you for now. Would that make you happy?"

"I suppose so," he agreed, less than enthusiastically.

He didn't look happy, but I settled for what he was willing to agree to. I knew he wouldn't be completely satisfied until he got exactly what he wanted, but I was hoping this would hold him over for now, at least until the doctor cleared him and we could do what he really desired. I took a few minutes to close up the house first, before I carried him up to my room, and then I removed all of his clothes and began to kiss him all over.

When I moved up from paying homage to his chest and neck, I gave him a very passionate kiss on the lips. I even snaked my tongue into his mouth and let it slide all across his tongue and explore the inside of his oral cavity. As my tongue withdrew, his followed mine into my mouth, so I began to suck on it, much the same as I planned to do later on his penis.

This activity was really turning Bryce on and he seemed to be enjoying my attention, so now I moved down to his neck again and nibbled on it as I went along. Suddenly, he began to squirm below me and started to laugh.

"Uncle Kyle, your whiskers tickle," he told me, in between giggles.

"Oh, they do, do they?" I mocked. "Then let's see how you like this."

At this point, I began to rub my stubble against his neck and he began to squirm even more, until he eventually began to laugh aloud.

"Stop, Uncle Kyle, it really tickles," he whined.

He was squirming about on the bed now, so I rubbed my cheeks over anything I could - his face, neck and chest, as I worked my way lower. He was laughing hysterically as I did this.

"Uncle Kyle, stop! Don't do that any more. Pleeeeeze!" he choked out, in between giggles.

Now, my fingers began to work into his flesh, as I kneaded and tickled those sensitive areas that would make him squirm and giggle even more.

"Stop, please. You just made me pee a little," he shouted, as his eyes bulged from their sockets.

"What? Isn't this the guy who told me stuff like that didn't happen?" I asked, rhetorically.

He merely glared at me.

"Ok, so I was wrong, but don't keep doing it and make me pee more," he whimpered.

I gave him a break and allowed him to catch his breath and settle down a bit, and then I carried him into my bathroom. Along the way, he began to chew me out.

"Uncle Kyle, that wasn't fair and it wasn't nice," he informed me, while pouting.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to do something now to make up for it. Right?" I asked, as I raised my eyebrows up and down.

He smiled at me and I could see the hope in his eyes.

"Yeah, you'd better," he warned.

"Well, it's not what you're thinking, but we'll see how you like this too," I confessed.

After I put him on the floor and he had a chance to empty his bladder, I lifted him up again and carried him back to my bed. As soon as he was on the mattress, I bent over his body and began to let my tongue slide over one of his nipples, then the other. Then, I began to suckle on each of them, one at a time. Bryce started to squirm beneath me again, as soon as I started doing this, and I'm sure he was thinking that this was meant to torture him even more, but then he gave in to the pleasurable sensations he was starting to feel. Suddenly, I saw him relax and close his eyes as he settled in to enjoy what I was doing to him. I played with each of his nipples for several more minutes, until the nubs were as erect as they could possibly get, and then I worked my way down his chest, until I reached his belly button.

Once I was poised over his navel, I flicked my tongue inside and around it, which caused him to wiggle some more, so I knew that must have tickled him a bit too. From there, I slid a little lower and licked around his private parts, but without touching them, and then I worked my way over the inner thigh of the leg not in the cast. After I had paid sufficient attention there, I moved up and began to lick the underside of his ball sack. This caused Bryce to squirm some more, but his little soldier was standing at attention already, so I could see he was enjoying this. Now, I took his entire scrotum into my mouth and moved his little marbles around with my tongue, before licking them as vigorously as I could. Bryce was audibly moaning at this point, with his head swaying from side to side, and now I moved up toward his piece de resistance.

He knew where I was heading, and he was beginning to gasp and moan, even before I got there. When I ran my tongue along the sides of his stiff shaft and swirled it around his sensitive glans, I thought his hips were going to catapult his body off of the bed. He kept trying to thrust it into my mouth, as I flicked my tongue into the tiny slit at the tip, but I resisted. Instead, I continued teasing that tiny slit, which caused Bryce to let out a very loud moan, like I'd hit a very sensitive area, so I made another journey around the exterior of his fleshy rod. After I did that, I opened my mouth and let it slide completely over and down that marvelous piece of meat.

Bryce gasped and cooed, as I enveloped his penis totally within my hot mouth, and I began to suck on it and bob up and down its length. I used my tongue to bring him as much additional stimulation as I could and ran it along the underside of the shaft and flicked it at the flange on my way up, so Bryce was dramatically bucking his hips to match my efforts. It didn't take him long before he arched his back and then his whole body began to stiffen, as I felt those warm spurts of liquid hitting the lining of my throat. I continued to suck on his bursting dam, until I had coaxed the last droplets from within, and then I let his penis slip from my mouth.

Bryce collapsed onto the mattress and looked as if he were in a trance. His eyes were glazed, his breathing uneven and his mouth hung open. Finally, when he'd recovered enough to lift his head, he spoke to me.

"Oh, Uncle Kyle, I love you sooooo much," he gushed.

"Well, I love you too, sport," I assured him.

"I know, but you do things that make me feel good and you don't do them just for yourself," he acknowledged. "Nobody else has ever done that for me. They only wanted me to make them feel good, but you want me to feel good too. I hope I can spend my whole life here with you."

"Well, I hope so too," I agreed.

After I said that, I pulled Bryce against me and lovingly caressed his small body against mine, as I stroked his hair, face and chest. I also planted light, little kisses all over his face as I did so. He made a comment about doing something for me, but I told him that could wait. He gave in and then let his body melt against mine again, as I listened to his breathing slow slightly. Before I knew it, he was asleep. I held him tightly against me until I fell asleep too, and that's the way we spent the rest of the night.

The next morning, I awoke and found Bryce hovering over me, staring at my face. At first I wasn't sure what he was doing, but then he smiled at me.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," he told me.

"Why, what difference would that make, unless you're hungry?" I challenged.

"Only a little, but that's not why I was hoping you'd wake up," he stated. "I just love looking at you, but I like it more when you're awake and we can do things together."

"Well, I'm not sure we'll be doing any of those things today, if that's what you are hoping for," I informed him.

"I don't mean just sex things," he explained. "I like doing everything with you."

"That's nice to know and I like doing everything with you too," I agreed.

He smiled at me and then put his head down on my chest.

"Man, I didn't think I would ever be this lucky or happy," he told me, and I could tell he meant every word of it.

In response, I hugged him tightly, because I understood exactly what he was saying and I felt the same way.

When we finally got out of bed, I helped him dress and then I carried him downstairs and fixed him a big breakfast. His doctor's appointment wasn't for a couple more hours, so that would give us time to just be alone for a little while longer. After we ate, I carried him to the computer, so he could show me what he'd been doing on his class work. He had really been making good progress and was doing excellent work, but he also passed the little oral exam I gave him, as we went over everything he'd studied. I think he was only working this hard because he wanted to please me, so I heaped the praise upon him to let him know that I was proud of his accomplishments. This seemed to do the trick, so I knew he'd continue to work this hard. It also helped to make the minutes pass quickly, so now it was time for us to leave.

When we got to the doctor's office, we were eventually led into an examination room, where we waited for the doctor to arrive. It wasn't very long before he came in and he seemed genuinely pleased to see us again.

"You both look well and quite happy this morning," he began. "Bryce certainly looks a great deal better than the last few times I saw him. How are you feeling today, Bryce?"

"Great, except for my arm and leg," Bryce informed him. "When will the casts come off?"

"Well, that's up to the orthopedist, but I suspect it will take a couple more weeks before they come off," he suggested. "In the meantime, let me check out your other injuries."

The doctor then started examining Bryce's head and face, before he checked out his torso and limbs. When he finished his cursory examination, he gave us his verdict.

"As soon as those casts come off, you'll be as good as new. You're a very lucky boy," the doctor stated, as he gave Bryce a wink.

"I know, but that's because I have my Uncle Kyle," Bryce replied, as he gave the doctor a wink back.

"And how is that going?" the doctor followed up. "Are you two getting along all right?"

"We're getting along better than all right," Bryce announced. "I've never been so happy, even if he makes me do all that school work over summer vacation."

The doctor smiled at this news.

"Well, he must think you have some catching up to do on your studies, or he wouldn't be making you do it," the doctor informed him.

"I know, but he sure can be tough," Bryce argued.

"So you don't want to stay with him any more?" The doctor asked. "Has DSS made their decision yet?"

I'm not sure if the doctor asked this because he actually thought that Bryce might have changed his mind, or if he was just teasing him. Either way he got his response.

"The lawyer already told us that they're going to let me stay with Uncle Kyle and I don't ever want to leave him. I love living with him," Bryce answered, emphatically.

"I'm glad to hear that and I didn't think you'd want to be separated," the doctor told him, while winking at me. "I just thought I'd check though, to make sure you hadn't changed your mind, since he was making you do all of that homework."

"That will never happen," Bryce said, defiantly. "Uncle Kyle and me are a team now and I'm going to stay with him forever."

"Well, that's a very long time," the doctor stated. "Don't you think you might change your mind someday?"

"Nope. Uncle Kyle is taking care of me now, so when he gets older, then I'll take care of him," Bryce announced. "It would only be fair if I did that."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic," the doctor conceded. "It seems you've got this all worked out and I think you and your Uncle Kyle are very lucky to have each other."

Bryce was aglow now.

"Yep, but I'm the luckiest of all," he announced, and the doctor merely nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, do you have any other questions for me?" the doctor wanted to know.

I could see Bryce's expression turned serious now and I could tell the old wheels where beginning to turn in his head.

"Yeah, can I do whatever I want now?" Bryce wanted to know.

"Let's see," the doctor said, looking him over. "I guess as long as it doesn't involve that arm or that leg," he pointed at the two casts as he said this, "then I guess you're well enough to do just about anything else. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Oh, yeah," Bryce announced, and then he looked over at me and flashed a wicked grin.

I knew exactly what he was thinking at this point, but neither of us said anything. The thing was, now I had no more excuses to use to put him off.

We left the doctor's office and went to the car, with Bryce riding on my back. He had his good arm wrapped over my shoulder and across my chest, as he held on to the cast on his other arm, so he wouldn't fall off. We got a wide range of smiles from nearly everyone we passed along the way, as they saw how much fun we were having and how happy we were. It was nice to elicit this kind of reaction from total strangers.

On the way home, Bryce brought up the sex topic, as I knew he would, so I was forced to deal with that issue again.

"Uncle Kyle," he began, "there's nothing to stop us from making love now, so can we do it when we get home?"

"Well, you haven't done anything like that in quite a while," I told him, in order to check his resolve. "Are you sure you still can or that you still want to?"

"Of course I do," he replied, without hesitation. "You can stretch me a little with your fingers first, if you think you should, but I don't think there will be any problems. Besides, you promised me."

"I know I did, and I'm not going back on my word," I assured him, "but I just wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind."

"I haven't," he told me, grinning from ear to ear, "and I can't wait to make love with you. You've got to agree, I have been patient."

"Yes, I will agree with that, but I thought you didn't ever want to hear that word again," I teased, "but I have been very impressed with the fact that you're growing up and learning a little self-control. I'm proud of you."

"That's the last time I want to hear it, but I'm glad that you are proud of me," he announced, with a smirk, "but I'm just really happy that we're finally going to do this,"

I could only smile in response.

Chapter 19
Just Rewards

The situation here was slightly different though and now I was ready to do something I wasn't completely comfortable with, especially when I considered his age. I know he had done this before, but then he was forced into doing it and it was done without any love or affection, so somehow I still felt as if I'd be forcing myself on him too. Bryce must have sensed what I was thinking, so he tried to ease my doubts.

"Uncle Kyle, I've done this before and not always because I wanted to, but this time I definitely want to do it with you," he confirmed. "You aren't forcing me and I know you won't hurt me, so please don't worry that what you're doing is wrong. I really want this, so just make love to me and fill me with your love."

I smiled at him and nodded. I couldn't respond, because I was a little choked up by what he'd just said. I slowly began to remove his clothing, exposing that smooth flesh and delicate frame of his that I now knew so well. I had grown to love both him and his body, and I would never tire of seeing it and would always long to see his naked frame over and over again, like some artistic masterpiece. Bryce was willing to allow me to do whatever I wanted with him and at whatever pace I chose, but now he watched me intently, as I painstakingly removed each article of his clothing. Once he was completely naked, he just lay there and smiled at me, as he waited for me to do the same.

"Ok, Uncle Kyle, take all of your clothes off too," he urged.

Slowly, I did what he'd asked and took everything off, revealing that I was already excited about what we were going to do. Bryce quickly noted my state of arousal.

"See, I knew you wanted to do this," he boasted.

I couldn't disagree with him, so I reached out and grabbed the lube. After I spread a little on my fingers, then I bent over and began to kiss Bryce, while at the same time working the lube around his pucker. After a few seconds of doing that, I tried to grease up his interior lining, by pushing my finger up his chute and twisting it around. Bryce seemed to enjoy this and he moved his body around to match my movements and increase his own pleasure. He also spread his legs wider, to give me the best possible access, so I slipped a second finger inside of him. He gave a little grunt when I did this, but I could tell it wasn't because he was in pain, so I gave him a minute to adjust before I began to move my digits around and slide them back and forth in his opening. When I could tell he was enjoying this stimulation, I added a third finger to this process and I saw Bryce wince slightly.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"Not really. Well, maybe a little, but only a little," he insisted. "Just keep going though, because I'm ok now."

"Are you sure?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes, I've felt pain a lot worse than that before," he confessed, "but now it's really beginning to feel good."

"Are you positive?" I pressed.

"Yes, Uncle Kyle, I am, so keep going," he urged.

Once I had his reassurance, I slid all three fingers back in and I began to move them around. I turned them in every direction and then I began to slide them in and out of his tight chute. Finally, I could tell that he had completely adjusted to the width of those three digits, so I looked at him and asked my final question.

"Are you ready and do you still want to do this?" I asked, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

"Yes, go ahead. I've been ready for this for a long time," he insisted, as he gave me a reassuring smile and a wink.

I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and started to put it on. Since I knew he was eventually going to want to do this, I had purchased these items in advance and stored them there.

"Do you have to use that?" he asked, looking unhappy. "I want to feel YOU inside me, not that."

"Bryce, for now it would be best if we did," I confirmed. "You've had sex with many other guys, so until I can get you tested, then I'd rather be safe. Once I've taken you to the doctor and he's run his tests, we may be able to do this without the latex, as long as all of the tests come back negative. If you'd rather wait until then, so I don't have to wear…" Bryce cut me off.

"No, I've waited long enough," he stated. "Go ahead and put it on. I can live with it for now."

Having received his agreement, I slipped on the condom and lubed it up, but I also began to consider how we were going to do this.

"You know, sport. I see a problem here," I pointed out.

"What do you mean?" he wanted to know.

His face bore a look of concern, as if he were afraid I wouldn't follow through with this.

"Bryce, it's the cast on your leg. It's going to interfere with how we do this," I stated.

"Why?" he wondered.

Bryce didn't see any problems here.

"Well, if I have you lie on your back, the cast will make your leg kind of heavy to hold up in the air for very long, as we make love," I pointed out

"How about if I get on my hands and knees?"

"That's a good thought," I agreed, "but that cast covers most of your leg, so you won't be able to bend it. That will make doing it in that position nearly impossible too."

"How about on my stomach?" he asked next.

"That's a possibility," I agreed, "but I'm worried about forgetting to be careful when I'm about to unload and then either shift my weight onto it or collapse on top of it afterward. I don't want to accidentally do something that might damaged your leg worse than it already is."

"That won't happen, because the cast will protect my leg," he replied.

"But I could still break it above the cast and make it even worse for you," I countered.

"Well, there must be some way!" he insisted.

"Let me think for a minute or two," I suggested.

Bryce looked very concerned now, as he realized his leg cast was a major problem here, but he was the one who came up with the answer to our dilemma.

"What if I just stand on the floor and bend over the bed, like this," he suggested, while demonstrating what he meant.

He slid his legs off of the bed, until his feet touched the floor, leaving his chest on top of the bed and his butt hanging over the edge. He looked back and grinned at me, as he sought my opinion,

"Do you think this will do?" he wanted to know.

I studied his position and saw that I could easily get behind him and his hole would be at about the right height for entry. Not only that, but if I got carried away, I'd be more likely to put my weight onto his back, which would be resting on the mattress, rather than on his injured leg. Carefully, I moved in between his legs, spread his cheeks to expose that small, pink pucker and placed the head of my dick against it.

"I guess this will work," I agreed. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"

"You bet. Just push it in," he urged.

Slowly, I increased the pressure against his hole, until my cockhead popped past the resilient ring, and then I stopped to see how he was doing. He must have guessed why I paused, so he encouraged me to continue.

"Keep going, I'm fine," he told me.

Hearing this, I kept pushing my way into him and my dick slid further and further into his bowels. Soon I could feel his ass cheeks rubbing against my abdomen and my ball sack touching his, so I knew I was in as far as I could go. I paused again, in order to make sure he had time to adjust, but then he began to wiggle his butt a bit, before he pulled his hips forward slightly and then thrust his body back again, impaling himself on my penis.

I took this to be was his way of letting me know that he was ready for some real action, so I took the hint and obliged him. I began to pull out of him slowly, and he contracted his ass muscles to make that more difficult and pleasurable for me to do, but then he'd relax his muscles again, so I could ram my penis home one more time. We gradually got into a fairly steady rhythm of doing that, and now it was almost as if we had done this together forever.

While I was seeking my own pleasure, I knew that I couldn't leave Bryce out of the process, so I pulled his hips back from the bed slightly, so I could reach around his hip and grasp his genitals. Slowly, I began to rub his testicles, and then I began to stroke his stiff little penis, so he could feel pleasure from both sides of his body at the same time. While I continued to masturbate him, I humped him from behind and worked both sides using the same rhythm. I'm not sure which of these activities he enjoyed more, but his little hips were thrusting back and forth, first to bury my dick deep inside of him and then to slide my fingers down his slender pole. He was now moving like a man possessed, as he gave way to his inbred instincts and did 'the horn dog boogie.'

Bryce was grunting and moaning as he adjusted to this steady rhythm and I could tell each time that my dick glanced off his prostate gland. Whenever that happened, he would give a little as contact was made and then he'd sigh when they separated again, so I began to get a little more aggressive and aimed for his magic button. I not only pounded my cock a little harder into his tunnel of love, but I eagerly angled it to continue brushing against his prostate as often as possible, since I knew he enjoyed it so much. His chute was warm and fairly tight, seeing it had been a while since he had done this last, and it was better than anything I had ever experienced before.

My blood was beginning to boil and my body was starting to tingle, as if someone had hooked hundreds of tiny electrodes to my body and then turned on the power. Now, it was as if the generator was sending small electrical currents through every nerve in my body at nearly the same moment and the pleasure was indescribable. This also caused me to begin to give in to my animal instincts, so I was attacking Bryce's hole, like a man dying of thirst digging for water. I was surprised he wasn't crying out in anger or pain, but he seemed to be enjoying this nearly as much as I was, so this just added to my aggressive behavior.

I was losing all sense of connection to the world around me and was totally focused on my penis and the tight, moist cavern it was exploring. There was no reality beyond what was happening there and I was now beginning to feel the juices starting rise from my testicles and beginning to climb up the tubes in my shaft, as they sought to scald the lining of Bryce's intestinal tract. I suddenly began to pump harder, like a condemned man trying to dig his way out of his cell, and I could barely hear Bryce moaning beneath me. Instinctively, I drove my cock deep inside of him, as it spit its first blast of cum inside the tip of the condom, and then I pumped a few more times, to tease out the other spurts of love juice that were waiting to follow.

I was kissing Bryce's neck and my hand was working frantically, pumping on his young dick and trying to provide him with the same pleasure I was now enjoying. Suddenly, he stopped rocking back and forth and his body stiffened, as his spunk shot out of his rigid hose and coated the side of my bedding in a creamy film. He unleashed a couple of more volleys before he was through and now I slumped over his back, as he collapsed onto the bed. Both of us were totally spent and we were oblivious to nearly everything else, as we enjoyed those feelings and waited to recover enough strength to move again. Once I regained this ability, I pulled out of Bryce and then lifted him up on the bed, as I rolled him onto his back.

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle. That was totally awesome," he told me, in a soft, almost breathless voice. "I wish we could have done this all along, but it was definitely worth it."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed that, sport, because I certainly did," I confessed. "It was better than I ever thought possible. Are you all right?"

"I'm just great," he confirmed. "Man, I want to do that as much as we can."

"Well, we will do it from time to time, but we won't overdo it," I warned. "I don't want to wear you out."

He stared at me now and gave me a disgusted look.

"Uncle Kyle, I'm not some shirt that will wear out if you put it on too often," he stated. "You can do that to me every night and I won't ever wear out."

"Maybe not, but I might," I added, tongue in cheek. "We'll save it for special occasions though, so we will enjoy it more when we do it."

"We'll see," he told me, with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his lips. "I know you enjoyed it too, so I bet I can get you to do it whenever I want now."

"Maybe, but you'll just have to wait and see about that, won't you?" I shot back.

Now that our discussion was over, I went and got a washcloth and a towel. First, I cleaned both of us up and dried us off, and then I turned my attention to cleaning up the side of the bed. After that had been completed, I hopped on the bed beside him, and we cuddled and kissed for a while longer, before we took a little nap. Just before he dozed off, I heard Bryce make one final comment.

"I love you, Uncle Kyle, and I loved what we did," he stated.

"Me too, sport, and I love you too," I agreed.

Over the next couple of weeks, we spent a great deal of time together. I had remained home during this time, so I could be with Bryce and take care of him, since he had trouble doing things for himself. I did work during the day from my computer at home and I also called my secretary, to answer whatever questions she might have and to see what other issues might have cropped up. I even held a couple of meetings at the house, because I didn't want to leave Bryce home alone, and to my surprise and delight, this was working out pretty well for all of us. Working from home allowed me to take care of Bryce while he was still partially immobile, and I was still able to run my business and take care of the problems that others couldn't handle.

This encouraged me to do something I hadn't considered before, when I decided to turn one of the extra bedrooms into a home office. I took Bryce and we went out to pick up a new computer system from one of my stores, so I could keep all of my business related activities on the new computer. That way, Bryce could use the other one to continue his studies and he wouldn't interfere with what I was doing for work. I was beginning to think that I could do at least half of my job from here, if I needed to, so I wouldn't have to be away from Bryce so much. Even when I went in to my office, instead of working late there, I would bring things home with me and finish it here, while Bryce was working on his schoolwork. This allowed me to be here with him more, instead of leaving him totally alone, so I thought this was going to work out really well all the way around. It was a win-win opportunity.

Over that same period of time, I also made sure to spend most of my evenings with Bryce. We played games, watched television and movies, but we also found time to get intimate once in a while. Although I tried to limit this to mutual masturbation and oral sex, I did give in to him about once a week and would have anal intercourse with him. I'm not sure why he enjoyed it as much as he indicated, but it seemed that he did and I could tell he was being sincere about this. It wasn't just for the climax either, because he kept telling me that he liked doing it more than the other things we did and it was something he looked forward to. Even though I tried to limit how often we did it, I didn't see any reason now for why we should stop altogether. Besides, I really enjoyed it too and as long as he was the one requesting it and it wasn't hurting him in any way, I didn't see any harm in it.

On the appointed day, I took Bryce back to the hospital to have a new set of x-rays taken of his broken bones. We went in and had this done, but we didn't have the appointment to see his orthopedist until a couple of days after this was done. When we went to see him, then he would decide if the casts could come off or if Bryce needed to keep them on for a while longer.

While we were at the hospital, I also took Bryce to his other doctor's office and requested to speak with him. When he fit me into his schedule, I asked him if he would run a series of other tests on Bryce. I had mentioned to him before about some of Bryce's past, but now I told him about Bryce's experiences in his last foster home, at the farm. I advised him that Bryce had been forced into having sex with men while he was there, so I wanted him to be tested for any and all diseases that could be transmitted during those activities. Bryce was really nervous about him finding out about these things and having to go through these tests, but he agreed to go through it though, primarily due to the fact that he wanted to have sex with me without the condoms and this was the only way I'd agree to do that.

The doctor agreed to perform a couple of tests in his office during his lunch hour and he asked Bryce to come back to one of the rooms with him. Bryce insisted that I come too, and even after the doctor reminded him that he would be examining his genitals, Bryce still insisted that I be there. Since he was so insistent, the doctor gave and conducted his examination. Then, he sent us to the lab to have some blood work done. Once that had been completed, we just had to wait for the results of these tests to come back. I think Bryce was a little nervous about what they might show.

While we bided our time, before I had to take him to see the orthopedist and find out if the casts could come off, Bryce was becoming very anxious. Some of this had to do about awaiting the results of his tests, but most of it had to do with something he'd been complaining about nearly every time we had anal intercourse. It didn't have anything to do with it hurting him or that he didn't want to do it with me, but it was because he wanted to take a more active role in making love with me. He'd informed me several times that he'd rather be on his back when we did this, so we could kiss and hug while we were making love, but I was hesitant. With his leg in the cast, it was not only awkward and the cast was heavy, but I was also truly afraid of hurting that leg even more. Therefore, the only position we could use comfortably, and that I would agree to, was the one we'd been using and had been doing it. He was hoping that situation would change after this visit.

Bryce never had any complaints about the sex though, just the way he wanted to do it. I wasn't sure if he was wishing, praying or holding his breath as he waited to see if the orthopedist was going to make it possible for the situation to change, but then again he might have been doing all of those things at the same time. Anyway, Bryce was a bundle of nerves on the day of his orthopedic appointment, because he wanted to get the casts removed so he could not only have sex in the position he desired, but he also wanted to go swimming, bowling, roller skating and riding our bikes again, as well as many other activities we'd previously engaged in. For some reason, he was afraid the x-rays would reveal the bones hadn't healed and he'd been stuck in the casts for even longer.

"Hello, Bryce. How are you feeling today?" the orthopedist asked.

"Pretty well, but I'll feel better when these casts come off," he replied, stating his intent. "Are we going to be able to do that today?"

"Well, let's see how these x-rays look first," he stated, as he place the negatives on the lighted panel and turned it on.

He studied the x-rays for a couple of minutes and seemed to look them over carefully. Then, he turned toward Bryce and me, before he made his pronouncement.

"Well, it looks as though we can swap these hard, plaster casts for the removable type for a while," he advised us.

"What? You mean I've still got to wear a cast?" Bryce nearly screamed.

"Yes, but this one you can put on and take off," he explained. "You only have to wear the one on your leg and you're arm when moving about or when you're around other people, where you might have another accident. If you're careful, you can take them off when you're at home and at night and when you go to bed."

"But that still means I can't ride my bike yet or do things like that. Right?" he demanded.

"Only for another week or so, and then I hope the next set of x-rays will show that you'll be able to get rid of those casts as well," he explained. "That won't be too bad, will it, since you're going to be getting rid of the heavy plaster casts?"

"I guess not, but I was hoping they'd come off completely today," he whined.

"I gathered that, but you're almost done with this," the orthopedist assured him.

After telling Bryce this news, the doctor picked up a small rotary saw and began to cut through the cast on Bryce's arm. I could tell Bryce was more than a little nervous about this and I saw him tense up. The doctor must have noticed this too, because he explained that the saw was set to only go deep enough to cut through the cast and not his skin. I'm not sure if this helped very much, at least not as the doctor sawed through that cast, but Bryce was much better when he started to take the cast off his leg. It took about twenty minutes to remove both of the casts and then Bryce was fitted with the softer casts, the ones that were fastened together by the use of Velcro straps.

Bryce was pretty frisky when we left the office, seeing he was able to walk out on his own. I had brought his other shoe with us, just in case something like this happened, but I had to remind him that he still had to take it a little easy. We were also shown how to do some exercises on his leg and arm in between, to help strengthen the muscles after such a long idle period of inactivity, and Bryce promised to do these exercises every day. Seeing he was in such a good mood, I took him out to eat lunch and then over to my office, so my secretary could see how he was doing.

She was glad to see Bryce and made a big fuss over him, because she was well aware of his accident. She merely thought he'd tripped and fallen down the stairs though, and we didn't give her any other details about how it had happened. She had even seen him in the hospital, when she came over to check on me and get me to sign some paperwork. She still believed Bryce was my nephew, but she also knew he might be staying with me on a more permanent basis, because I'd led her to believe it was due to family problems. It also didn't hurt that Bryce continued to call me Uncle Kyle, no matter where we were.

Things didn't change much for us over those next several days, except that we went out to eat more often, rather than my picking up the meals to bring home or calling to have food delivered to the house. I liked this better too, since people had a chance to see us out as father and son, or uncle and nephew. It made me proud to think that we were related, even though it wouldn't become official for a few more months. I could still see the approval in peoples' eyes and the smiles on their faces when they saw us interacting, so I knew that they recognized the love we had for each other.

After the next set of x-rays had been taken, Bryce's next orthopedic appointment was two days later, in the late afternoon. Bryce was anxious as we went into his office, because he was hoping that today he could get rid of the soft cast too. When we were called in to see the doctor, the orthopedist examined the new x-rays, tilted his head from side to side a few times and then turned to face us.

"Well, can I take these things off now?" Bryce asked him. "Please tell me that I can."

The doctor looked Bryce in the eyes and then smiled.

"Yes, I think you can do without them now, but I want you to continue your exercises, until your muscles are back to normal," he confirmed. "They atrophied while they were in the plaster casts, but the bones look much better today, but you still have a ways to go. If you promise to take it easy, then I'll allow you to get rid of the soft casts too. Does that meet with your approval?"

"It sounds great to me," Bryce agreed.

After saying this, Bryce looked over at me and grinned.

"Can I start riding my bike again too?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I suppose you can, if you promise me that you'll be careful," the doctor agreed. "I don't want to be setting any more broken bones for you for quite some time."

"Ok, I'll be really careful then," Bryce concurred.

"Any restrictions for him then, Doctor?" I asked.

"No, I don't think he'll need any," the doctor stated. "I just want him to be careful and for you to see to it that he doesn't get too far out of control. I also want him to continue doing his exercises."

After saying this, he looked at Bryce and winked.

"I don't want you acting like some wild man, superhero or pretending you're competing at the X-games for now," the doctor teased. "Just take it easy and you should be fine."

Bryce agreed and we left the doctor's office. As we drove away, Bryce had something to say to me.

"Did you hear that, no more restrictions," he reminded me, with a huge smirk.

"Yes, I heard what the doctor said," I agreed. "Does that have some special meaning for you?"

"Yeah, I can have you make love to me the way I want,' he stated, before he paused briefly. "Can we also go for a bike ride tomorrow? It doesn't have to be real far, but I'd like to do that."

"Well, I don't see any reason why we can't, as long as you feel you're up to it and you promise to be careful," I agreed.

"Oh, yeah. I'm up for that and a whole lot more," Bryce replied, with a wink. "I'll also be super careful."

I wasn't sure what he meant by his 'and a whole lot more' comment, but I thought it best not to ask and let it drop.

Before we went home, we stopped to eat dinner, which was a quick affair at the diner we both liked. I think Bryce raced though his meal so we could get back home sooner, but I took it a little slower, much to his chagrin. When we finally pulled into the driveway at the house and got out of the car, Bryce spent most of his time showing me that he could do everything he used to again. First, he took a tour around the outside of the house and then he went inside and climbed the stairs to his room. When he came back down, he asked me if we could go for a swim. I thought that sounded like a good idea and it would be good exercise for his muscles too, so I said we could. Hearing this, he grabbed my hand and led me out to the pool and he began to undress. I followed suit and then we swam for a long time. This was definitely good therapy for Bryce's slightly atrophied muscles, not to mention that we both enjoyed it.

By the time we finished our little swim, we were both exhausted, so I suggested we go to bed. Bryce didn't fight me on this, but as soon as we got upstairs, he said he wanted us to make love first. Not only had both sets of casts been removed, but his other tests had also come back negative as well, so I was ready for his next request.

"Uncle Kyle, I want to do it on my back this time and I don't want you to use a condom. Ok?" he pressed.

I thought it over quickly and agreed, since I felt he deserved this little reward.

I did exactly what he wanted and made love to him in the missionary position, so we could also kiss, hug and stroke each other's bodies during the entire time. It was an extremely passionate and energetic session, as Bryce released all of his pent up frustration and sexual appetite from having to wait so long to do this. He was truly amazing and completely drained me, and I mean that literally, as well as figuratively, but he was also very satisfied when we finished.

Once that season ended, we showered quickly and then returned to our bed. We cuddled together and it didn't take long before we were both asleep. I slept like a log, for the first time in a long time, and thinking back upon this later, I realized I hadn't allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep while Bryce was recuperating. There were actually a couple of reasons for this, the first one being that I wanted to hear him if he needed me during the night, and the second was that I was afraid I'd roll over on one of his injured limbs and do more damage to them. Neither of those things happened, so now that he was healed, I was finally able to give in to my total fatigue.

The next morning when I awoke, I was shocked at what I discovered. Bryce must have gotten up before me, greased himself up and gotten me hard, so now he was squatting over my upraised member, ready to impale himself on it. When I asked him what he thought he was doing, he just smiled and told me to enjoy the ride, as he continued to sit on my erection, until his butt checks touched my groin. I couldn't believe how great this felt, and I'd never done it quite like this before, since I was the type that always needed to be in control. Now, here was a young boy taking charge, doing all the work and giving me most of the pleasure. However, after we started, I began to believe this was something I could get used to and would like to do more often.

As I lay beneath him, the little shit began to rise off of my mast and then lower himself onto it again, as I merely watched my penis disappear and then reappear time and again from beneath him. He kept his eyes closed, his mouth was open and his head would kind of tilt from right to left, sway toward his back or drop onto his chest, as he concentrated on the pleasure he was receiving from doing this. He started off slowly and steadily increased his pace as time went on, until eventually he was riding me like he was busting a wild bronco.

After I had adjusted to this new way of making love, I reached out and took a hold of his stiff dick and began to jack it for him, trying to use the same pace that he was currently using on me. He was awesome and a real trooper, but he was also very aroused. He was the first to reach the brink of climax, and when this happened I could feel his cock swell slightly in my hand, before strings of thin liquid came shooting out of the tip and covered my chest.

As he went into the throes of his orgasm, his rectal muscles clamped down on my engorged penis and applied enough pressure to throw me over the edge as well. Now, I shot my wad inside of him and coated his bowels for the second time in two days. He stayed on top of me and stayed attached to my penis for quite a while longer, until it began to shrink and slide out of his rectum. When that happened, my juices began to flow out of him and covered my groin, as gravity took over. Finally, Bryce opened his eyes, leaned forward and kissed me, but he didn't speak just yet. He was merely content to lie upon my chest and smother me in kisses, as he slowly recuperated from making love to me.

"Uncle Kyle," I heard him say, a few minutes later, "that was the best one yet."

Chapter 20
Making New Friends

When I created this new position, I gave her nearly complete charge of the daily affairs of the business while I was away from the office, and with her overseeing those responsibilities, I handled the remaining details from home. This allowed me the opportunity to focus on Bryce, so I could make sure he was enjoying just being a kid for once in his life. I only went into the office whenever my office manager called and told me there were papers that I needed to sign personally, but that didn't happen very often. I didn't even have to go in to sign the checks any longer, because I had made it possible for her to machine sign both the payroll and other checks.

The first thing Bryce and I did with our new 'free time' was to begin our summer vacation by taking a bike trip together. We stored what things we would need to take with us into backpacks, although I also took plenty of cash and my credit cards along to pay for things as we went, and then we set out with no destination in mind. I figured we would merely stop wherever we found something of interest to see or do and stay at a motel wherever we were at the time, and we'd keep our bicycles in the room with us, so they wouldn't get stolen. Our nights would be spent just loving each other, but that doesn't mean we would always be having sex. Most of the time we planned on merely enjoying being together, so I expected there would be a lot of cuddling, hugging and kissing taking place.

On the day we set out on this trip, I asked Bryce which direction he wanted to go, but he wasn't sure. After he asked me what was out there, I was honest and told him I didn't know, but it didn't really matter, because we'd discover that as we went along. I advised him to just pick a direction and then start pedaling, because I would follow him and then we'd soon discover what was waiting for us out there. I think he liked this idea, although he was worried he would pick the wrong direction, so he was extremely thoughtful before deciding which way we would go. He stood in one spot and rotated a full 360-degrees, so he could look in every direction first, as he tried to get an idea of where he might like to head. Finally, he made up his mind and told me what he'd decided.

"We've never gone this way before, so let's try it," and that's how our adventure began.

I followed behind Bryce and allowed him to make all of the decisions. We would ride side by side in areas where there wasn't much traffic, but at other times I would merely follow along behind him. He was really enjoying this, but not only because he was in control of what we did. He was also reveling in the fact that he no longer had to hide or worry about who saw him. He'd had to do that when he was staying at the factory, but unfortunately he'd also had to do it when he lived with me too, after we were told that DSS was searching for him and planned to take him away from me. Now, all of that was behind us and he was happy and carefree.

We continued to travel like this until it neared lunchtime and then I suggested we stop to pick something up to eat. Seeing there wasn't much around to chose from, we ended up stopping at a small country store. After looking around, we asked them to make us a couple of subs, using the meats from their deli case, and then we grabbed a couple of cold drinks each. One was to wash down the meal and the other for later, so we wouldn't dehydrate on this warm day. After getting back on our bikes, we rode off to look for a place to eat. Soon, we discovered a nice secluded spot by a little brook, so we pulled off the road and had a picnic lunch while sitting on the bank.

Bryce wanted to swim, but the water wasn't nearly deep enough for that, so we did what we could and took off our shoes and socks, so we could wade in the water and let it cool and soothe our aching feet. We stayed there for almost an hour, before we decided it was time to move along, and then we pedaled off to find something new to investigate. Bryce was the one to select our next destination, when he pointed out a sign we were passing that read, 'Transportation Museum 1 mile ahead.' When he saw this, he yelled back to me that he wanted to go there, so I merely nodded, to let him know that was fine with me. After getting my tacit approval, we rode on until we located it.

It was a semi-isolated country museum, which was housed in what appeared to be an old factory or warehouse, but it had quite an assortment of things to see. As we were going inside, I suddenly remembered that I'd heard others mention this place before, but I had never visited it, because I wasn't exactly sure where it was located. By chance we had found it, so I was going to make sure I got to see everything it had to offer.

This place had a vast assortment of nearly every mode of transportation that had been used from the 1800's on up, including several horse-drawn carriages, an old stagecoach and a covered wagon. There was also a collection of old bicycles, from one with no pedals (the Walking Machine), another with the pedals attached directly to the front wheel (the Velocipede or Boneshaker), to the one with the large front wheel and the tiny rear wheel (the High Wheel Bicycle), and several more recent editions, from the 30s to the 90s. They even a bicycle built for two, which Bryce thought we should have used for our journey, but I told him they weren't built for the type of trip we were taking. Even after my explanation, he still said he thought it would have been a lot more fun and a neat thing to do.

After viewing those items, we perused their motorized collection next, starting with a pair of what looked to be among the first cars ever produced. They also had cars from each decade since that time, beginning with a Model-A, a Model- T, and at least one model from every decade since then, up until the 1980's. They also had a bus from the 1940's and a handful of older motorcycles (from a bicycle with a motor attached, an Indian and an old Harley-Davidson) to round out their collection. We also saw a steam locomotive, a diesel train and a modern train engine, along with an old caboose, a Pullman sleeping car and an electric cable car.

We found our time there to be quite enlightening and Bryce had a blast climbing around on the items he was allowed to do this on, since he wanted to experience each item in as many ways as he could. It was fun watching him pretend he was traveling on one of those ancient vehicles, and then he would tell me where he thought he was off to and how long it would take him to get there. It was as if his history lessons and his imagination had come together, as he came up with his own way of experiencing what life would have been like many years ago, long before he was even born.

Bryce continued to have a good time doing this for longer than I would have ever suspected, but I didn't want to interrupt his fun, so I let him continue on for as long as he liked. Once he was done, we left the museum and continued our journey, but now we were looking for a place to stay for the night. It wasn't very long before we happened upon a little, out of the way motel and I inquired about a room. I got one with a double bed and I was surprised to learn that the room also had its own toilet and shower, which I hadn't expected. This place seemed to be a leftover relic of those family-owned motels of the 40's, 50's and early 60's, when you were simply given a room, but the toilet and shower facilities were housed in a separate building. Obviously, the owners had updated this facility, to make it more appealing to those who were looking for overnight accommodations today.

After we put our things in the room, we walked to a small diner that was located just a short distance down the road from the motel and we ordered our dinner. The amount of food we got for the price was unbelievable and the meal was also very tasty. I guess the day's workout had made Bryce famished, because the kid really packed the chow away, but I guess I didn't do so poorly at it myself.

When we finished eating, we went back to our room and I felt I needed to shower before I went to bed. I hopped in the old tub and drew the curtain forward, and then I turned on the water and began to adjust it. Just as I was just wetting my body down, the curtain opened quite unexpectedly and Bryce stepped in to join me. He didn't say a word, but just grinned at me, so I began to lather up, just as if he weren't there.

He took the soap from me when I was finished and did the same, and then we both shampooed our hair. He kept close to me, although we didn't intentionally touch each other during this time and we did nothing of a sexual nature. After we finished rinsing off, we used our towels to get dry. before going back into the other room. I walked over and lay on the bed, turned on the small TV with the remote and then I let Bryce find a movie he wanted to watch. After that, we just chilled out together. When the movie ended, Bryce told me how much fun he'd had today and thanked me doing this for him, and then we cuddled together and went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up early, walked over to the diner again and had a big breakfast. When we got back, we gathered up our things, checked out and were on our way. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much to do along our route during this stretch, but it was lovely day, so we enjoyed the weather and rode straight through until lunchtime. Actually, we ended up having a late lunch by the time we found a place to pick something up and that only happened when we entered a small village along the way. We ordered something to take with us and then we rode over to the local school grounds and ate, while sitting beside the athletic fields. There was a small group of adolescents and older teens playing soccer at the time, so we watched them while we chowed down. After we finished our meal, a couple of the boys came over and asked if we wanted to join them.

We explained that we'd never really played soccer, so we weren't very good at the sport, but they said it was just a fun game and it would be better with more than the six on six they had now. Bryce and I decided to give it a try and we actually enjoyed ourselves while playing. We must have continued, off and on, for nearly two hours but no one kept score. The other boys finally put me in goal, because I got so winded and couldn't stop using my hands, so that's how I managed to last for so long. When they finally decided to quit, we thanked them for the fun time and then we got on our bikes and left the area, as we continued to look for whatever else would come along next.

By the time we found a motel it was getting late, but luckily there was also an oriental carry out place across the street. After checking in, we went over there, made our selections and took the food back to our room, where we ate. Bryce didn't say much while we were doing this, but he became very loving once we were done with our meal and let me know that he wanted a little physical attention tonight.

As soon as I finished my last bite, he came over, sat on my lap and started planting kisses all over my face, before he tried to ram his tongue down my throat. While he was doing this, I could feel him lifting my shirt and he began rubbing my chest, so I knew where this was heading. I told him we'd probably better shower first, before we did anything, since we had been hot and sweaty after our bike ride and playing soccer. He liked this idea and jumped off my lap, grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the bathroom.

We undressed ourselves, instead of undressing each other, but we only did this to save time. Once we were in the shower, however, Bryce announced that he didn't want us to merely bathe NEXT to each other. Instead, he wanted us to wash each other, so I gave him the choice as to which order we would do this in. He didn't even have to stop and think about this and he quickly stated he would wash me first.

Lovingly, he lathered up my body with those soft, delicate hands of his and I totally enjoyed this. He had the most wonderful and gentle touch, which was feather light, and his smooth skin felt like silk, as his hands glided over my flesh. He made sure he lathered up every part of my body, and when he finished doing his thing, I returned the favor. I tried to not only wash him, but I also massaged various parts of his body at the same time, as I attempted to work the kinks out of his tired muscles. By the time we were done with our shower, we were both very horny and he quickly announced what he wanted to happen next.

"Uncle Kyle, could you make love to me while I'm lying on my back, so we can kiss at the same time?" he asked, sweetly.

"Is that what you want, sport?" I asked, to be sure.

"Yep, it sure is," he agreed.

After saying this, he flashed me that all too familiar grin of his, the one he gave me each time he was trying to coax me into giving him his own way.

"Well, we haven't done anything for a couple of days, so I don't see any reason why not," I agreed.

This was all the encouragement he needed, so he jumped up and threw his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs around my waist and ground his already hardening dick into my belly. I carried him over to the bed and then laid him down, so his butt was right at the side of the bed, and then I leaned forward to kiss him.

I'd placed him like this so I could keep most of my weight on my legs, in order to avoid possibly crushing him tonight. I knew I was tired and this made me worry that I'd collapse on him after getting off, so doing it this way was just a precaution. Next, I grabbed the lube from my backpack and had him pull his legs back to his chest, so I could grease up his hole and stretch him thoroughly. Then, I lubed up my erection and placed it against his waiting puckered entrance, before I bent over and began to kiss him some more. While we were making out like this, I gradually inched myself forward and guided my erect penis into his beckoning tunnel of love, as I slowly penetrated my eager partner.

I heard him sigh as I entered him and he stared lovingly at my face the entire time I was doing it. As I watched him lying beneath me, all I could think about was how much I truly loved this little rascal, and not just because of the sex either. I was just so grateful that he had come into my life, because now my existence wasn't only about money and success, it was about taking care of and loving another living being. To think back upon all of the various things that had to have happened to bring us together, I knew that there must have been more than just luck or fate that had made this happen. There must have been some powerful force involved, so if he was my gift from God, then I was a truly blessed man.

When we started, Bryce had his legs resting on my shoulders, but then he slid them down my body and wrapped them around my waist, after I'd lifted my arms out of his way. Very gently, Bryce pulled me toward him with his legs, to encourage me to start our waltz of love, but then he also used them to pull me tighter to him, before releasing me slightly, in an attempt to establish the rhythm we would use. I could have stayed like this forever, without ever moving, because I just loved the feel of his warm tissue squeezing my engorged member, but he was pressing for me to do more. At his urging, I began to rock back and forth, as I slid my length in and out of his love chute, and he began to groan and wiggle beneath me, as he attempted to do his part in this tender mating ritual. One thing I had to admit about Bryce was that he wasn't a passive lover, but he wasn't overly aggressive either. He did just enough to make me want to do more for him, without being so overpowering that it turned me off.

Throughout our brief time together, we had been concerned about others finding out about our sexual encounters, so we learned to be fairly quiet when we made love. It wasn't as though Bryce was a screamer or anything like that, nor would he unleash a string of vulgar comments or commands for me to follow. Instead, our communication was wordless, because I had learned what each of his little grunts, moans, sighs and whimpers meant. They let me know if I was hurting him, when my penis grazed his prostate, if I was igniting his fires and even when he was about to cum. Following these signals, I did my best to please him as much as I possibly could and then I watched him react to my efforts. Don't get me wrong, I loved everything about this too and I got my own share of rewards from our intimate times together, but while we were making love, I was focused solely on Bryce and tried to give him the full benefit of whatever meager skills I possessed.

Tonight turned out to be one of our longer sessions, possibly because all of our physical exertion over the past few days had given us increased stamina, but neither of us was going to complain about it. We had been engaged in this effort much longer than any of our previous sessions, but finally Bryce began to pant, so I realized he was getting close and knew I wasn't far behind. I was masturbating his adolescent dick for him, while I was pounding his ass, and I always tried to work it so we would come at about the same time. I knew that wouldn't happen today, since he was much closer to the brink than I was, so I tried to slow my stimulation of his rod, as I sped up my own rhythm, in order to bring us closer into sync. It didn't totally work out as I intended and I soon began to feel his body tense up, while at the same time his breathing almost stopped. He made a little grunt, just before his thin jets of warm liquid sprayed from his cock, splashed against my chest and then dripped onto his body.

Once Bryce had begun to ejaculate, his rectal muscles contracted and made the friction on my love muscle even greater, so this caused me to reach my own climax sooner. As my own dam burst and I flooded his bowels with my hot baby-making fluids, I began to make my own guttural sounds, as I filled him with my love. Now, we were both panting and exhausted, so after a few more seconds had passed, I collapsed on the bed next to him.

Over the next minute or so, our breathing began to slow and return to its regular rhythm, and when we were breathing normally once more, this spurred us to begin kissing each other again and again. This time our kissing was even more passionate than before and we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. When we finally took a break from this show of affection, Bryce began to tell me how much he had enjoyed this session.

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

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

"Super! I just love you so much," he added.

"And I love you too, but please don't confuse sex with love. Love can survive without sex, and sex can survive without love, so they are not the same thing. I just hope you can understand that."

"I do, and I love you, but I love what we do too," he confirmed.

"Ok, as long as you know the difference." I agreed.

We didn't go to sleep right away after that and we continued to kiss, touch each other and a talk a little more. Bryce was just so bubbly and verbose after our love making session that I thought we'd be up all night, but eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms. We were completely satisfied and our lust was sated, at least for the moment, and we were both so peaceful and happy that I wondered if things could ever get any better. If only life could always be this sweet.

The next morning, we got a late start before we set out again, because we'd slept a little later than normal. After grabbing a quick breakfast, we continued pedaling in the same direction we had been going, but we hadn't gone very far before we saw a small herd of horses grazing in a field. There were a couple of colts frolicking playfully with each other, so Bryce wanted to stop and watch these young horses play. As we sat on our bikes and observed them merrily romping about, a guy in a truck came by and stopped beside us.

"They're quite entertaining, aren't they?" he inquired.

"Yes, they're really kind of funny," Bryce told him. "I wonder how old they are?"

"They're nearly a year old now," he informed us.

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

"They're mine, as are the other," the man answered. "I own a small ranch, not far from here, and have even more horses there. Have you ever ridden a horse before?"

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

"No, I'm sorry. I've never had the opportunity," I answered, "unless you count the ponies that go around in a circle at carnivals. I rode a few of those when I was a kid."

I was kind of embarrassed after I'd admitted that, but neither of them seemed to react poorly to my confession.

"Well, how would you two like to go riding with my son and me?" He offered. "I promised him yesterday that we'd go out for a bit today, and the more the merrier, I always say."

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

"True, but it's not a big deal. We often take others out with us and the horses need the exercise," he explained. "If you're interested, we'd be happy to have you join us, but that's entirely up to you."

Bryce looked at me and his face displayed that pleading expression of his.

"Can we, Uncle Kyle? Please?" he begged.

"Well, we're not in any hurry and I imagine riding a horse would be a nice change from riding this bike," I agreed.

Bryce was super excited after hearing me say that and then the man gave us directions on how to get to his house. He told us that he'd go and start getting everything ready, since he lived about three-quarters of a mile up the road, and then he'd meet us there. We thanked him for his offer and told him we'd see him in a little while, before he drove off and we followed in the same direction. By the time we reached his house, he and his son were leading four horses out of the corral, which was located next to the barn. His son looked to be around fourteen and was quite a handsome lad. He had a very solid body, probably from doing a great deal of physical work on their little ranch, and he smiled when he saw us pedal up the long driveway leading up to their place.

"Hi. Are you the guys that are going to go riding with us?" he wanted to know.

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

The boy quickly got up on his horse and gave me a hasty demonstration about how to use the reins, how to use my knees and a short verbal lesson on how to let the horse know what I wanted it to do. He made it very clear and it seemed simple enough, but once I got up in the saddle, things suddenly got more complicated. Fortunately, they had given me a very gentle mare to ride, but the kid kept telling me I wasn't giving her clear enough signals, so she didn't know what I wanted her to do.

This led to the horse and I doing a few unplanned spinning maneuvers, before my mount started out in a direction that I didn't necessarily want to go. The kid came to my rescue, rode up beside me and grabbed my horse's harness, so he could lead us back to where the others were still waiting. The boy said he'd ride beside me for a while, until I got the hang of things, but I was actually hoping that he and Bryce would spend some time together and get acquainted. Bryce didn't have many boys his own age to hang out with, so I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for him to make a new friend. Therefore, I hoped I would get the hang of this quickly, so this could still happen.

The boy's father took the lead, with Bryce following behind the man, and then the boy and I brought up the rear. Bryce and I had no idea what they had in store for us, but we eagerly followed their lead. Bryce was doing quite well on his horse and over time I began to do better too. It was a lovely day and they were taking us on a very scenic tour of their property, so other than the constant bouncing up and down in the saddle, this experience was nearly perfect. We traveled across fields, rode up gently sloping hills, followed a trail through a wooded section and then we finally came to a lovely, secluded pond, where we dismounted and let the horses graze and drink.

"By the way, my name's Jim and my son is Troy," he began. "What do you think of my place so far?"

"I'm Kyle and that's Bryce, and your ranch is fantastic and larger than I thought," I told him. "You seem to have a great selection of the best that nature has to offer here."

"Sure do and I just love this place," he stated.

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

"Well, Troy, I'm not sure this pair would be up for that," he answered.

He had a strange look on his face as he said this, so I wondered if there was some sort of hidden meaning in his statement.

"Uncle Kyle and I swim all the time and it sounds like a great idea," Bryce responded.

The father stared at Bryce briefly, before he spoke.

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

"That's ok," Bryce announced, without looking at me for permission. "Uncle Kyle and I do that in our pool all the time too."

Jim now had sort of a startled look on his face, but his son was beaming. Either it was because he thought this meant he was going to get to swim or possibly because he would see Bryce without his clothes on. Either way, he was happy. Now, his father looked at me.

"It's your call," he told me. "I don't think my son would have a problem with doing this."

"Mine either," I answered. "Like he said, we do this in our pool at home."

Before we had a chance to say anything else, the two boys were already off their horses and removing their clothing, although I wasn't sure if they were in a hurry to swim or to see each other naked. Jim and I took a more leisurely approach and I kept glancing over the other pair, so I could get a good look at his son. I was surprised to see the boy was quite well hung for his age and I'd estimate he was nearly six inches [15 cm] flaccid! He was also cut and had a light brown, horseshoe pubic patch above it, but he had a very well toned body to match. I also watched Bryce when he saw what this kid had. His mouth dropped open and I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. I heard Jim chuckle slightly, when he noticed Bryce's reaction too.

"Seems like your boy isn't used to seeing someone quite that well hung, is he?" he observed. "It's in the genes and runs in our family."

After he made that comment, I couldn't resist and looked over, so I could glance at his penis. He was uncut, but probably seven or eight inches [18-20 cm] flaccid, so I quickly understood what he was talking about. The unfortunate thing about this was that I was now a bit self-conscious about my own manhood, almost like a young boy getting naked for the first time with his older friends.

"Don't worry about it, because we aren't judgmental," Jim assured me, almost as if he were reading my mind. "We know we're blessed and we don't make fun of others who aren't as well endowed. We have areas that we don't do quite as well as others, such as we both have had our share of problems with schoolwork."

After saying this, he smiled and this helped to put me more at ease, so we finished undressing and got in the water with the boys.

Other than swimming naked and then lying in the sun to dry afterward, nothing else took place. That kid was sure proud of his love muscle though and almost seemed to be posing for us, so we could get a good look at it whenever he was nearby. I was sure curious about how big it would get when it was hard, but that didn't happen, so I had to leave that picture to my imagination. After a couple of hours of enjoying all of this, we decided it was time to get dressed again and head back in.

We let the boys ride up in front this time and the two of us followed behind, so we could talk as we rode. I learned that Jim's wife had died a couple years before, of complications from having breast cancer, and he and his son had been living on their own ever since. He even asked us to stay for supper and to spend the night, if we wanted. I told him that we'd stay to eat, but only if he'd let me help him fix the meal, and when he agreed, I told him I'd have to talk to Bryce before I would commit to anything else.

At that point, Jim spurred his horse forward, so he could catch up with the boys, and soon Bryce was waiting for me to catch up with him. Bryce did this because Jim had told him I wanted to speak with him, so I explained about the offer. Bryce quickly stated that he thought it would be great to spend the night with them, so when we got back to their house, I told our host that we had decided to accept his generous offer.

Once we dismounted, I realized how sore my buttock had become from bouncing up and down in the saddle, although some of that might have also been due to the bike seat, but I now understood why so many cowboys seemed to be bowlegged. Riding a horse was really harder than it looked and it took a lot more out of me too. Once I had adjusted to walking again, the father and I went into the house and began to work on the meal, while the boys took the horses to the barn to unsaddle and rub them down.

Jim and I got a chance to talk a bit while we were chopping vegetables, cutting up the meat and preparing the various dishes, so I told him that he and his son were welcome to visit us any time they liked. After discussing this in more depth for a few minutes, he revealed something else. He informed me that there were times when he was called out of the area on business and on some of those occasions he couldn't take his son with him, because it would interfere with Troy's schooling. After disclosing this information, he said he'd like to ask me a favor. I wasn't sure what it was going to be, but I urged him to continue, so he posed his question.

What he wanted to know is if I'd agree to let his son stay with us every now and then, whenever he had to go out of town on one of these trips. At first, I was confused as to why he would ask us to do this, instead of someone they knew locally, and I think he must have read my confusion, because he went on to share some other details with me. He explained that Troy had taken the death of his mother very hard and became fairly uncommunicative afterward. Like a frightened or injured turtle, he pulled into his shell and wouldn't discuss his feelings with anyone, and this began to alienate him from his peers.

This happened because Troy didn't want to speak with them about his mother's death and that question always came up, so he withdrew socially from the others in his age group for about a year as well. When this happened, some of the children began to tease and make fun of him and they even began calling Troy a zombie or referred to him as the walking dead. When Troy heard these comments, it mad him miserable and pulled even deeper within his shell. Since his father didn't realize this was happening at the time, he had left Troy with some of the local families when he went away, but the children where very cruel to Troy and made his stay with them quite unbearable. Jim stated that after he found out about this, he didn't want to leave his son with any of these people again, but he couldn't leave Troy alone either. He said that's why he was asking me to do this favor for him.

After hearing his story, I told him we would be happy to have Troy stay with us, as long as he gave us enough prior notice, so I could make sure we didn't have anything else going on. I explained to him that I thought this would also be good for Bryce and he'd benefit from having some company closer to his own age from time to time. That's when Jim asked me about how Bryce had come to live with me, since he realized Bryce wasn't my son. I merely told him that Bryce was my nephew and I had taken him in to live with me, due to some delicate and unusual family problems. He didn't pressure me for more details or a better explanation, so I let the subject drop as well, since my explanation had seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

We continued to work on the meal and then we waited for the boys to return to the house. Unbeknownst to the two of us, the boys were getting to know each other better too. After they finished taking care of the horses, they ended up spending a little more time taking care of each other. Bryce filled me in about this later and told me that Troy was actually the one who led them down this path, when he made a comment about one of the stallions. After the horse's dick shot out of its sheath, Troy pointed it out and then asked him a question.

"How would you like to have something that big," he teased.

"Yours is big enough and I don't know what anyone would do with something that large," Bryce answered. "It's fucking huge."

Troy just laughed, as he looked at Bryce and studied him.

"He shoots a fucking huge load too," Troy told him. "He's let it happen on the ground a few times. Can you cum yet?"

Bryce was a little shocked by his directness, but decided to answer him, just the same.

"Yeah, I started doing that a while back," Bryce replied.

"Neat," Troy observed. "Do you jack off much?'

"Sure, don't all boys?" Bryce answered.

"Yep, I'm sure they do, because I know I like doing it," Troy agreed, getting braver by the second. "Have you ever done it to anyone else or had someone do it to you?"

Of course Bryce wasn't shy about doing these things with others, and he'd even been fantasizing about getting a hold of Troy's monster, but he had a momentary doubt about responding to this query. Bryce looked uneasily at Troy for a moment, to see if he could gauge Troy's true intentions by asking this. Bryce really wanted to do something with him, but he didn't want this to turn into a huge problem, especially if Troy's father found out about what they were up to. However, after studying Troy for a few seconds and noting how anxious he appeared to be about them doing something with each other, Bryce finally decided how he was going to answer him.

"Yeah, I've done both of those things," he confirmed, while giving Troy a sly grin.

"Really? How would you like to do that with me?' Troy asked, before flashing Bryce a huge smile in return.

"It sounds like fun," Bryce agreed.

"Great! I'll do you first, if that's alright with you," Troy offered.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Bryce agreed.

I suspect Troy's offer was his attempt at being a good host, so Bryce quickly dropped his pants and underwear and Troy moved closer and began to rub Bryce's genitals, in order to get him hard. Once that was accomplished, he began to masturbate Bryce, although he only used his first two fingers and a thumb to do it, but it did the job and Bryce was enjoying someone new playing with his erection.

Troy wasn't a novice at doing this either and Bryce concluded that Troy had done it before, probably with other boys, but Bryce didn't care about any of that. He just relaxed and enjoyed Troy's calloused fingers rubbing over his boner. After doing this for a couple of minutes, Bryce began to feel those familiar rumblings in his testicles and knew he was nearing that moment of total ecstasy. It didn't take much longer before he was arching his back, moaning, and sending his threads of cum splashing into the hay on the barn floor. Troy even made sure he helped to support Bryce, so he didn't fall after ejaculating, but as soon as Bryce had recovered, Troy was ready to return the favor.

Troy now dropped his britches, so Bryce could get at his mostly erect member, and Bryce eagerly reached out and wrapped his entire, small hand around that one-eyed giant. Bryce told me later that he thought it was eight inches [20 cm] or more erect, and quite thick too, so he was happy he wasn't taking it up the butt this time. As he began to pump it, Bryce told me that Troy started to moan quite loudly, so he was glad Troy's father and I weren't anywhere close by. Bryce also said that Troy was steadying himself by placing one hand on Bryce's shoulder and his other arm against a slatted pen wall, as Bryce pumped frantically on his cock. Bryce had this idea that Troy's bigger size would mean it would take him a longer before he shot his load, but it didn't turn out to be the case.

Troy must have been somewhat aroused from having just given Bryce a hand-job, so before long, Bryce's jacking technique helped speed him toward the brink. Troy was groaning very loudly now, just before he began spewing his milky-white juices in the same area Bryce's had gone, so now the two loads were mixing together on the barn floor. Bryce made sure he milked Troy dry and even flicked the last few drops off with his finger, so they wouldn't land and harden on Troy's clothes. After that, the boys pulled their pants back up and came up to the house, without either of us adults being any the wiser about what they'd been up to.

All of us ate quite well, because the day's exertion had made us very hungry, but Troy's father and I had fixed plenty of food, so there was nothing to worry about and no one went hungry. I had tried to give Jim some money towards the food, but he wouldn't accept it. He reasoned that if we were going to allow his son to stay with us from time to time, then that would be payment enough. I understood this was a matter of pride for him, so I didn't push the issue further, and everyone seemed quite satisfied with this new relationship.

After dinner, we all went outside, sat on their porch and talked about many things. We told the boys about our idea about Troy coming to stay with us, whenever his father had to go out of town, and Troy and Bryce both seemed very excited about this possibility. Bryce even began to tell them about our place, and suddenly Troy's father became a little intimidated by the description Bryce gave them. I sensed what the man was feeling, so I told him it wasn't really as special as Bryce made out, but he wasn't buying it.

I then explained that I had started my own business and had expanded it, so now it included several stores, so I was doing very well financially. I invited them to visit us as soon as possible, so they could see that this was merely a nice home, and not a mansion. I finally got them to agree to do this, but to put him a little more at ease, I went on to explain some of my family background to them. That's when I noticed Troy's father seemed to start feeling more comfortable and began to identify with me again, because he was visibly looking more relaxed.

After talking for some time and getting to know each other better, I happened to notice that Bryce was beginning to doze off. His eyes would slowly close, his head and neck would either droop forward, until it hit his chest, or it would tilt backward quickly. Then, he'd awake momentarily, open his eyes and lift his head back into an upright position, only to repeat this ritual all over again. I brought this to the attention of the other pair and we watched him do this a couple more times, before Troy shook Bryce's arm and told him to follow him up to his room. The boys then went inside, with Troy assisting Bryce, and I surmised they'd be sleeping together tonight, but I also assumed Bryce would not object to this arrangement.

Troy's father and I sat outside awhile longer and downed a couple of cans of beer, while he filled me in about some of his life. He told me about his childhood, about meeting his wife and getting marriage, but he also told me about Troy's birth, some of his childhood and then what it was like after his wife was diagnosed with cancer. This was obviously a very painful time for him, because it was still difficult for him to talk about it even now, but he didn't manage to fill me in about this part of his life as well.

Jim also mentioned that he had noticed how Troy and Bryce had seemed to click with each other, which hadn't happened for Troy in quite some time. He then went on to explain that this was also why he decided to be so bold as to ask me to watch Troy when he was away. I explained to him that I was glad he had done this, because Bryce had gone through some tough times of his own and I thought it would be good for him to have someone closer to his own age to bond with. Jim seemed to consider this a good sign and I felt we were fast becoming friends.

When we decided to turn in, about an hour later, he showed me to the room I'd be using and pointed out where the bathroom was, before he went to his own room and left me to my own devices. Before I fell asleep, I lay in bed and thought about everything that had happened today and how another chance meeting had begun to blossom into much more. I then began to think about what Bryce and I would do after we left here, so I decided that tomorrow I'd ask Troy and his father for suggestions about anything close by that might be worth seeing, and then we'd go from there.

I didn't sleep very well that night though, but it was due to the fact that I was no longer used to sleeping alone. I did manage to get enough sleep though, so I wasn't totally shot when I got up to join the others, but it did make me aware of another fact. Damn, I really have become totally attached to Bryce and loved having him with me all of the time, so now I was even starting to suffer from withdrawal when we weren't together.

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