Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 01:30:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chapter 19

Throw Away Kid - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 19 – Just Rewards.

As soon as we got home and passed through the doorway, Bryce began
to tease me to take him up to my room, so we could do what he wanted.
I had promised him I would accommodate him and I didn't want to go
back on my word, although I still had some mental reservations about
what I was about to do.  As a boy lover, I know that the boy was always
in charge, but that doesn't mean the adult always has to do everything
the boy wants.  It just means that you don't force him to do anything he
doesn't want to do.

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."


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