Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 19:02:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: A Throw Away Kid, chapter 23

Throw Away Kid - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 23 – The End of Our Summer Adventure.

The next morning, we got on our bikes and took off again, but this time
I had a definite destination in mind.  It was something I had read about
on a poster during our last stop and Bryce could tell I obviously had
something in mind, because I kept trying to hurry him.  From that point
on, he tried to get me to tell him where we were heading next, but I
refused.  I also set a hectic pace once we began our journey, although I
didn't explain why, but I knew we had to do this so we'd get there in
plenty of time to find a room first.  We were traveling much faster now
than we had most of the time we'd been biking, except for when we
were being chased by the pit bulls, so he wanted to know why we were
doing this, but I still wouldn't give in.

Bryce continued to pester me as we rode along, with his curiosity getting
the better of him, but I still wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know.
This drove him absolutely nuts, but the only information I would share
was that he'd have to wait and see what I had planned.  This merely
made him more determined to get the information out of me, but since I
continued to refuse to give in, he eventually managed to get his curiosity
under control.  Before he did, however, he muttered something about
patience and I knew what he was referring to, but I figured he'd be fine,
even though he was slightly annoyed.

Just before noontime, we found a place where we could buy subs, so we
stopped, got what we wanted and then added a couple of drinks each
and took it all with us to eat later.  While riding along, we came upon a
lovely meadow, which was surrounded by a heavy wooden rail fence,
and I talked Bryce into stopping there and having a picnic lunch.  We
took the subs and drinks out of our backpacks, but left the backpacks
with our belongings in them beside our bikes, as we climbed through the
rails of the fence.  We selected a nice shady spot under a large, old tree,
which was situated off to one end of the meadow, and made ourselves
comfortable, as we prepared to fill our bellies.

After we finished eating, we talked for a bit, before Bryce got playful
and began punching me in the arm, while chastising me for not telling
him where we were going next.  Our horseplay soon turned into a
wrestling match, when Bryce jumped on me and tried to pin my body to
the ground, so I began to tickle him, as my way of gaining the upper
hand again.  We were having a good time and laughing a lot, then we
heard something that sounded like a snort, and it came from nearby.
When we looked up, we noticed a large bull eyeing us and digging at the
dirt with its front hoof.  We had no idea where it had come from,
because we hadn't noticed it anywhere around before, but then it began
to trot in our direction.

We immediately started to panic and tried to hide behind the tree, since
we assumed it was about to charge, but we quickly realized there was no
way we would be able to avoid it forever.  Making a hasty decision, I
told Bryce I'd distract the bull by going one way, and then he was to
head in the other direction and get on the other side of the fence.  As I
started to take off, the bull quickly began to follow me, in hot pursuit,
and then I heard Bryce shout.

"Uncle Kyle, take off that red shirt!" he urged.

I had completely forgotten that I had put on a candy-apple red t-shirt
when I got dressed this morning, so our wrestling around must have
made my shirt look like a bullfighter's cape swaying tauntingly in front
of our uninvited guest.  Now, it seemed to still be chasing after that
noticeable object, so I began to take the shirt off as I ran.  My frantic
race away from Bryce gave him an opportunity to slip away, so he was
able to race across the field and leap over the fence.

As I was attempting to slip the t-shirt over my head, I was also worrying
about the bull getting close and having to avoid its horns, but I finally
managed to take it off and then I threw the shirt over my shoulder and
toward the bull.  It took the bait and went after my red shirt, instead of
me, so I turned in the direction where Bryce was waiting for me and
made a hasty retreat.  I wasn't sure if the bull had started following me
again, since I didn't want to slow do to look behind me, so I ran like
hell, until I was able to scramble through the rails of the wooden fence.

Once I was on the other side, I looked up and saw Bryce laughing at me.
I'd expected a different reaction, since I thought he might have had
either a frightened or relieved expression to greet me with.  Instead, he
was in stitches laughing at my hasty retreat, and even though the whole
thing must have looked rather comical, he could have at least shown
SOME concern about my near death experience.  I was slightly annoyed
by his antics, although relieved the bull was still on the other side of the
fence, but I chose to bite my tongue, rather than get upset with him.

By the time Bryce had regained his composure and stopped laughing, I
had caught my breath and calmed down a little as well.  I probably
should have also changed my undershorts after that close call with El
Toro, but I was suddenly more concerned about being shirtless, even
though I wasn't sure why.  I even thought about going back to retrieve
my t-shirt, but then I looked toward the meadow and saw the bull had
done a number on it.  Between using its horn and hooves on it, the shirt
was no longer salvageable, so I dug through my pack, pulled out
another shirt and put it on.

While I was doing that, Bryce confided in me about how scared that
little episode had made him and admitted he was terrified when he first
saw the bull.  He was even afraid the bull was following him and still on
his tail as he booked out of the pasture and dove over the fence.  He also
confessed that even though he was out of harm's way at that point, he
still couldn't relax until he saw me scramble safely away from the bull
and dive through the fence too.  He then tried to explain to me that he
was really worried about me, but seeing me running like that, while
frantically trying to remove my shirt, was just too funny.  Then, when I
threw the shirt over my shoulder, so the bull would chase it instead of
me, he told me the look on my face from that point on was just so
comical that he'd totally lost it.

He continued to retell his version of the story of my dash to freedom
several more times, and he embellished it more and more with each
rendering.  I could tell he was doing this merely as a release valve for
himself, so it would help him forget about how truly dangerous our
situation had actually been, but I had to admit he was even making me
laugh.  Since I didn't want him to get away with making fun of me, I
decided to get even with him and began poking him in his ribs, tousling
his hair and punching him playfully in the arm.  He took that as a signal
to resume our previous wrestling match, so now he did his best to tackle
me again, but this time with that heavy, wooden, rail fence safely
separating us from the local four-legged resident.

Once we finished this playful interaction, we slipped on our backpacks,
got back on our bikes and started to pedal off once again.  Bryce
immediately began trying to wheedle the identity of our intended
destination out of me again, but I continued to ignore his attempts.
Instead, I directed the discussion to other topics and he continued to
pedal rapidly behind me, as we hustled to reach the next city, which was
our intended destination.

We were already traveling on the crossroad that connected our first
route, where we had met Troy and his father, to the one we'd be taking
to get home.  Our next destination was where those two roads crossed,
so when we got there, I began looking around until I found a place for
us to stay.  After we were in our room, we hurriedly cleaned up and got
changed, but Bryce continued to pester me about what we were going to
do here.

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

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

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

Bryce looked at me momentarily, and his expression told me I might
have said something inappropriate, which was confirmed when he
spoke.

"I've never got much for Christmas before," he informed me, "so I
guess I never thought about it."

Hearing his answer made me feel badly now.  I had unintentionally
uncovered another sore spot for him – one that he'd obviously been
trying to forget.  Without realizing it at the time, I was adding salt to the
wound, after accidentally picking away at the scab.  I hoped I would be
able to make this up to him in the future, although I'd also try to make
him feel better about things right now.

"Well, your Christmases will be better from now on, I promise," I told
him.  "I'll make certain you have plenty of presents to open every year,
but there is something you'll need to do for me first."

"What's that, Uncle Kyle?" he wondered.

"You've got to learn to ride the waves, roll with the punches and take
the unexpected surprises that life throws your way and try to enjoy
them," I suggested, while referring to his inability to cope with surprises
like this.  "You can't possibly know everything in advance, so I want
you to take what life gives you and then do your best to make the most
of each of those situations."

"Is this a class on clichés or is this the patience thing again?" he asked,
sarcastically.

After saying this, he gave me a disgusted look, which reminded me of all
the times I had tried to teach him this same lesson.

"And what do you know about clichés? " I shot back, surprised by his
use of the term.

"I learned about them in school, but answer my question," he
demanded.  "Is this the patience thing again?"

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

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

"Well, it means you can take the lemons and eat them as they are and
put up with their bitter taste," I began, "or you can squeeze the juice
out of them, add some water and a little sugar to make something sweet
and enjoyable that you would appreciate more."

"I'm still not sure I understand," he admitted.

"Bryce, what I'm trying to tell you is this.  There are many ways to look
at things that happen to you in life and you have the option to do one of
two things.  You can dwell on the negative aspects, be miserable and
believe everything that happens to you is bad, OR you can take
whatever happens and try to find something positive about it and use
that to make it into something better.  That is like taking lemons, which
you probably wouldn't enjoy in their natural state, or you can use them
to make lemonade, which you probably would appreciate more."

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

"I think you can," I offered.  "It might be a challenge to figure it out,
but I think you can turn nearly any negative into a positive, if you try
hard enough.  In fact, I think you've actually done that for most of your
life without even realizing it, except when it comes to surprises."

"How did I do that?" he challenged.

"You found something positive in everything that happened to you and
used it to your advantage," I answered.

"How did I do that?  A lot of awful things happened to me," he
countered, "so how do you think I made something positive come out of
all of that?"

"Well, let's see.  Let's break this down into smaller increments," I
suggested.  "You started off with a troubled life with your mother, but
you didn't let that get you down and used it to learn how to be more
independent and take care of yourself.  Them Maury came along, and
although you didn't like what he did to you, you learned how to stand
up for yourself, which you did when you reported what he was doing,
got him arrested and had him put in jail.  You then had some rough
foster placements, but you learned to make new friends in each
situation.  I think your activities there also helped you to realize you
were gay, but it also gave you a chance to discover how to enjoy sex,
even after what Maury did to you.  After all the partners you've had
and the things you've done, you probably know as much about sex as I
do."

He looked at my face and thought about what I'd said for a minute,
before he nodded.

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

"Well, actually he taught you how to persevere, work hard and plan
ahead, since you were wise enough to save up your money for future
emergencies," I offered.  "It also sharpened your ability to be
independent and self-supporting.  It was due to the way that he treated
you that you learned how to take care of yourself and find ways to make
your own money.  That also helped you survive on the streets before I
found you."

Again, he looked at me and nodded, conceding another point.

"Ok, but how about having to live with Big John and having sex with all
those guys?  How can that be good?"

I put my arm around his shoulders now, knowing that this would be a
delicate topic to address.

"Bryce, I'm sure not all of that was good or enjoyable, but it was
through that experience that you made two great friends, in Cam and
Steve, and it gave you boys a way to make money when you were on
your own.  Besides, if you hadn't ended up at the farm and decided to
run away when things started to fall apart, then I would never have run
into you and you wouldn't have ended up coming to live with me."

He looked at me thoughtfully and nodded, but I almost lost him again,
when his thoughts began to wonder to how Cam and Steve were doing.

"Besides that," I added, to draw his attention back to me, "being there
also helped you learn that you could be attracted to older guys, meaning
someone like me.  You also learned how to meet my needs, both sexual
and otherwise, and it actually made it so we can enjoy what we are
doing now.  It might have been hard to endure being at each of those
places, but you made the most of those experiences.  If you hadn't done
that, then you probably wouldn't have come on to me and done the
things you did after we first met?"

He thought about this for a few seconds more, before he answered.

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

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

"No way!  Not at all!" he stated, emphatically.

"Well, if you hadn't gone to Big John's, that would probably have never
happened either," I suggested.  "You would probably have associated
me with being more like Maury and then stayed away from me.  So do
you think all of that was bad now?"

"Ok, I see what you mean and I'll try to do that from now on," he
agreed.  "I promise I'll try not to keep asking what we're going to be
doing all the time from now on."

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

Having made my point, we finished cleaning up and changing, and then
we walked to the next surprise I had in store for him.  I was taking him
to see a minor league baseball game.  I had seen a flyer advertising that
this team was going to be playing its parent organization today, which
meant there would be players here from the major leagues.  I wasn't
naïve enough to think that all of their big league stars would be playing,
because some of them wouldn't want to risk injury in a game such as
this, but it would be a chance for Bryce to see some major leaguers, even
though they weren't the cream of the crop.  He'd also get to see some of
the minor league players who could turn out to be the stars of the
future.

Bryce had once told me that he had never gone to many athletic events
before, with the exception of some school games, and he had mentioned
on a couple of occasions that he thought it would be a neat thing to do.
When I saw the poster telling of this opportunity, I just knew I had to
take him to see this.  I loved the expression on his face when he realized
what I was up to, after he saw we were heading toward the stadium.
His eyes lit up, his face glowed and this huge grin quickly spread from
one ear to the other.  Then he turned to me, and spoke.

"Are we going in there?" he wondered, amazed.

I nodded and his grin grew even wider, before he asked me if it was
going to be a baseball game and who was playing.  Once I told him the
situation, he got even more excited, since he thought he might get to see
some really famous ballplayers.

Once we were in the stadium, I bought Bryce a program, as a souvenir,
and then we went to take our seats.  We quickly noticed a small group of
kids milling around the visitors dugout, so I assumed they were talking
to the major league players and possibly getting autographs.  Since I
thought that was a good idea. I urged Bryce to take his program and
run over there, so he could join in on what they were doing, but then he
turned to ask if I wasn't coming too.  I told him I'd keep our seats while
he went and did his thing, because doing that was more for the younger
fans, than older people like myself.  He thanked me and took off, and
soon I saw him handing his program to different ballplayers and
receiving their autographs, which I assumed he would treasure for
many years to come.

He did that for about forty minutes, before the players told the kids that
they had to get ready for the game, and then he came strutting back to
his seat, his chest puffed out and his face radiating with pride over his
recent acquisitions.  The first thing he did was to show me his prized
keepsake, while telling me about each player that had signed it for him.
He told me he learned this information from both the ballplayers
themselves, as well as from some of the other kids that were there.  He
almost made it sound as if each of them was destined for the Hall of
Fame, although I think he knew that probably wasn't going to happen.

We talked about this for several minutes and we even looked in the
program and discussed the statistics for each of the players he had told
me about.  Once we finished doing that, then I asked him if he was
ready to eat.  After I mentioned this, he decided that he WAS hungry, so
I asked him what he'd like for a hasty dinner and told him they'd have
pizza, hamburgers and hot dogs.  Once he settled on something, I went
to the concession stand to place our order.

I left Bryce to guard our seats this time and to watch the players warm-
up, while I did the legwork.  When I came back to rejoin him, he started
to tell me whom I should watch and whom he thought looked special, as
I gave him his food.  Then, we continued to talk while we ate, and we
finished our food just prior to the first pitch being thrown.

During the game, I also bought us each a large, soft pretzel and an ice
cream from the vendors, and we also shared a bag of popcorn.  I also
bought us each another drink, so there was no way he should have been
hungry by the time we left there.

It was a pretty good game, because the minor leaguers played their best
to defeat their more famous counterparts, so there wasn't any lack of
hustle on their part.  The big leaguers ended up winning, but only
because of a couple of powerful blasts that not only went over the
outfield fences, but also cleared nearly everything else in that area.
Bryce couldn't believe how anyone could hit a ball that far and kept
ranting about the homeruns over and over again, even long after nearly
everyone else had forgotten about them.

When the game ended, we walked back to our room, full from the
ballpark cuisine and excited about the game we had witnessed.  Bryce
kept talking about various aspects of the game, while also asking me a
barrage of questions about different things and raving about some of
the players we'd seen.  He had truly enjoyed himself, which pleased me
immensely.

When it started to grow late, I suggested we should get some sleep,
because we'd be back on the bikes tomorrow.  We got into bed and
Bryce cuddled up against me, but every few seconds he would lift his
head off my chest and start talking about something else that happened
at the ballpark.  Finally, he began to give in to his weariness and I
thought he was nearly asleep, when he lifted his head, kissed me on the
cheek and made another comment.

"Uncle Kyle, thank you for earlier today," he offered.  "You risked your
life to save me from that bull.  That was very brave of you and I really
love you a lot."

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

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

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

"Yes, it was," he reiterated.  "You even had to take your shirt off and
throw it away so the bull would chase it and not you.  You're the only
person who ever did anything like that for me.  Even though I had a
couple of foster mothers who were nice to me, you're the only one who
has ever thought about me first, before yourself."

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

"I know, but my mother and foster fathers would never have done
anything like that for me," he pointed out.

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

"And I love you too, Uncle Kyle.  Thank you for being so special and for
treating me so well," he gushed.  "I love you more than I have ever
loved anyone before or ever will."

We hugged and kissed a little after he told me this and then we cuddled
a while, before Bryce drifted off, safely in my arms.

The next morning, Bryce began to talk about everything from the
previous night again.  His monologue began before breakfast and
continued throughout our meal, but he even carried on as we were
getting ready to leave.  Finally, we began our last leg home and in a few
days our bike adventure would be over.

This time, we were following a different route and the new scenery was
quite different and very refreshing.  Sure, there were still fields and
streams along the way, but this route wasn't quite as flat as the first
series of roads we'd followed.  This route took us up gently rolling hills,
nothing too steep though, and then let us coast back down the other side
and into the flatter areas that lay in between.  This meant it was a little
harder pedaling, at least as we traveled up the slopes, but not having to
pedal down the opposite side more than made up for the extra work it
took us to get to the top of each of those little hills.

These roads were also more rural, with fewer villages and towns in
between, so there was less vehicular traffic too.  This allowed us to ride
side by side for longer distances, plus we also encountered some wildlife
along the way.  During that time, we either came across or had to dodge
a variety of squirrels, rabbits, an opossum, a woodchuck and even a
couple of deer.  At one point we also saw a skunk up ahead, so we pulled
over and waited for it to get to the other side of the roadway, since we
didn't want to tempt getting sprayed if we passed too close by and
frightened it.  Bryce thought it was neat to see so many different
animals up close and personal like this, so after each occurrence he
would talk about what he had just seen.  His innocent delight in
encountering nature out in the open this way was refreshing, especially
since his innocence in other areas had long ago been ripped from him,
which placed this in sharp contrast to his worldly self.

We continued traveling on like this for a few days, and sometimes we
even had to continue riding after dark to reach a place to stay for the
night.  This was sometimes scary, because we worried about what types
of wildlife we might encounter during that time, but nothing ever
happened.  Now, we were finally heading into the last little community
we would pass before we reached the house, so I decided to stop here,
because I knew we still had quite a ways to go before getting home.  This
meant we would spend just one more night sleeping somewhere else,
because tomorrow we should be sleeping in our own bed again.

We found a small country motel on the outer edge of this village, which
was merely a collection of small cabins, but none of the cabins had its
own plumbing.  There was a common restroom/bathing facility, with
one side for the males and another for the females, which we'd have to
use.  Seeing it didn't look as if there were many, if any, other guests
here, we didn't think this would be so bad, plus there didn't seem to be
any other choices.  After checking in, we took our things to the room,
which only had a double bed and a dresser in it, but it was clean and
would serve nicely for one evening.

After we got settled in, we went to shower next.  Once we got cleaned up
and changed, I went back to the office and inquired about a place to eat.
The owner told me his wife would fix meals for us, for a price, or we
could go to a small dinner that was about another mile down the road,
on the other end of the village.  Bryce and I decided to have his wife fix
our meal for us, because we didn't feel up to riding any more today, so
he told us what our choices were.  He said his wife had fixed a large pot
roast for the family, with mashed potatoes and corn, so we could have
that with them or she could fix us something else, once they were
finished eating.

We decided the pot roast sounded good, plus we didn't feel like waiting,
so we told him we'd have that.  He then asked if we wanted it to eat in
our room or if we cared to join them in their home.  After talking it over
with Bryce, we decided it might be fun to join them, and the owner
seemed pleased we had chosen that option.  He checked with his wife, to
see when the food would be ready, and then he told us dinner would be
served in about a half hour.  We told him we'd come back and then
went back to our cabin quickly, just to sit and relax a bit.

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

"Is he your son?" she wanted to know.

"No, he's my nephew," I answered.

"Oh, and what are you guys doing out here?" she asked next.

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

"Wow, that sounds like fun," she stated, enthusiastically.

"It has been," Bryce told her.  "We met a guy and his son and rode
horses with them, and then they took us to the county fair.  We also
went to a band concert, saw a fire-works display and we even attended a
baseball game.  We also got chased by a bull, when we went into the
pasture to have a picnic lunch, but we didn't know it was a pasture at
the time."

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

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

"Neat," the little brother added, "that must have been wild."

We merely nodded, since we weren't sure about how we should respond
to his comment.

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

"I'm almost 13," he replied.

"Really?  Me too," she gushed, while eyeing Bryce.  "I'll be thirteen in
October."

"I turn thirteen in September," he clarified.

Hearing this, she gave Bryce a huge grin and I could tell she had an
interest in him.  I was just as certain her feelings would not be returned,
but I didn't think Bryce had caught on to this fact yet and just thought
she was being friendly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, very directly.

Now, I think Bryce began to get her drift and figured out what she
wanted.

"Uh, no, not yet," he told her, as he turned away shyly.

However, she wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.

"Why not?" she demanded.

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

I was impressed by how quickly he had come up with his answer,
without letting her know he was gay.

"Where do you live?" she followed, looking at him hopefully.

I decided to take over now and told her the area we lived in.  I was
actually hoping the distance would dissuade her designs on Bryce, but
this didn't discourage her at all.

"Well, that's not so far away," she told him.

He didn't respond, so she continued to try to find out more about him.

"Why did you come to live with your uncle?" she asked now.  "Did
something happen to your parents?"

"Sort of," I interrupted again.  "They had some problems they needed
to deal with, so Bryce came to live with me.  It now appears as if he
might be staying with me for a while longer."

"Yeah, and I love being with my Uncle Kyle.  He's a lot of fun," Bryce
added.

After he said this, he turned and looked in my direction, while flashing
me a big smile.

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

"Me too," Bryce added.

The girl continued her interrogation throughout dinner and even asked
Bryce if he wanted to go for a walk after they finished eating.  Bryce
politely turned her down, by explaining that he was tired from riding
his bike all day long, so he wanted to get some rest, because we were
going to be riding the last leg home tomorrow.  Reluctantly, she honored
his wishes, although we could all tell she was very disappointed by his
response.  After dessert, Bryce and I went back to our room and I could
tell he was relieved to get away from there.

"Man, she sure was nosy and real pushy, wasn't she, Uncle Kyle?" he
asked, as soon as we were alone.

"Well, I think she likes you," I replied.  "She might even have a crush
on you,"

He made a face when he heard this.

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

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

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

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

"Unt uh.  They don't have nothing to shove up my butt, and that's what
I like the best," he pointed out.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't say anything.

"In fact, Uncle Kyle, I think it's time for me to practice my horse riding
again," he stated, flashing me a playful grin.

I wasn't sure how to respond to this, since I didn't know exactly what he
meant by it, but he soon explained his intentions to me.

"You know, I almost rode the horse naked the second day we were with
Troy, so I could sit on the saddle-horn," he added, with a semi-evil grin.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked, still confused.

"So it would be up my butt, and when the horse bounced me up and
down, then it would be like having your dick up my butt," he clarified.

After saying this, he looked at me and laughed, like he thought it was
extremely funny.

"I think that would have been really painful," I challenged.

"Nah, it would have been fun," he countered.  "I'll show you."

After saying that, he pushed me onto the bed and began to remove my
pants.  When I began to object, he told me just to relax and not to worry
about what he was doing.  Seeing I normally let Bryce win most of these
arguments anyway, I let him do what he wanted to me, so before long he
had me naked, and then took off his own clothes, before he began
sucking on my cock to get it hard.  Once I was erect, he grabbed some
lube and got us both ready, before he jumped up, straddled my mast
and then sat on it.  After doing that, he began to bounce up and down on
it, like he was riding a horse, and then he began to yell, 'yee-ha,' and
started bouncing on me even faster.

It was really kind of comical watching him do this, because he was
making it seem as if he was busting a bronco or riding a wild Brahma
bull.  I soon lost my concentration on watching him doing this, however,
because my bodily senses were becoming overwhelmed by Bryce's
experienced actions.  Every nerve in my body was tingling, my groin
was on fire and my breathing was forced.  I could also hear the beat of
my heart, as the blood pulsed through my eardrums, and his
movements were even beginning to blur my vision.  I hadn't requested
this, hell I hadn't even hinted at such a thing, and yet here he was giving
me the ultimate pleasure once again.

Bryce seemed to be enjoying himself too, so I was convinced he wasn't
doing this just for my pleasure, but knowing that didn't make it feel any
less wonderful.  I'm not sure what there was about this that made him
enjoy it so much, but he evidently did, so as long as he liked what he was
doing, I wasn't about to interfere with his decision.  If I thought he was
doing this just to please me, I might have looked at it a bit differently,
but there was no way I could have done that after seeing the joy
radiating from his face.

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

Bryce had collapsed onto my chest after we had both ejaculated, so his
cum now formed sort of a seal between our bodies, as we both just lay
there and recuperated, since we were totally spent from the wonderful
experience that we had just participated in.  After I had come back to
my senses, I rolled Bryce off my chest and onto the bed, and then I went
and grabbed the towels we had used earlier to dry ourselves after our
shower.  They were still damp and did the job quite nicely, and then I
tossed them onto the floor again, once I had completed that task.  After
that had been done, I got back into bed, next to Bryce, and soon he was
cuddling up against me, ready for sleep.

We completed the final leg of our trip and reached home the following
day.  We took one more day after that to rest up, but now that we were
back home again, it didn't take us long to get back into our regular
routine.  I went into work for a couple of days, just to make sure things
were running smoothly, and I was amazed what the great job my office
manager had done in my absence.  I praised her efforts and took her out
to lunch that first afternoon, but I also picked up a small gift to give her,
in appreciation of the great job she had done.

She asked me all about our trip, so I told her what a great time we had
and how well we'd bonded on that expedition, and she seemed pleased
that everything had gone so well.  I also explained to her that since she
did such a fantastic job, I would now feel free to take more time off over
the remainder of the summer, so Bryce wouldn't be completely alone
for the entire time.  She told me that would be fine and that she enjoyed
her new responsibilities, so I told her she'd be getting another raise
before Christmas.  This announcement seemed to please her even more,
so I knew things were cool on that front.

I also checked in with my lawyer about where things stood on the legal
front.  He told me everything concerning Bryce had been taken care of
and that his old school records had been forwarded to our local school
district.  When I inquired about the other matters I had asked him to
take care of, he said they were also nearly completed and there were
only a couple of small issues that still needed to be resolved.  I thanked
him for all of his effort, and then he also asked how Bryce was doing, so
I told him about our little trip.

My lawyer seemed to think the bike trip had been a great idea and he
was pleased to see that I was making time to do things just for Bryce.
Then, he informed me that this was one of the most rewarding cases he
had ever worked on and explained that things didn't always work out
this well or go this smoothly.  He said it was seldom that both parties
were satisfied with the outcome of these cases, but then he added that he
could tell that both Bryce and I were enjoying this new arrangement.
He then added that he wished all of his cases would end this well.  I
thanked him again for his help, his encouragement and his well wishes,
and then I told him I'd keep in touch, to let him know how Bryce was
doing and to check on the progress of those other matters.

Now, my attention turned back to Bryce and I tried to think of other
things we could do together.  Even though Bryce had never considered
himself as being overly athletic, he still seemed to enjoy participating in
those types of activities, so it gave me an idea.  He said he had never
really taken part in any sports before he came to live with me, mostly
because he changed schools so often.  He did seem to enjoy trying
different things, however, as long as there wasn't any pressure put on
him to participate and he wasn't expected to succeed at superhuman
levels.

In an effort to find something more we could do together, I decided to
take Bryce to the driving range, so I could teach him how to hit a golf
ball.  I also took him to the local tennis courts and gave him a few
introductory lessons on how to play tennis.  When I first presented these
ideas to him, he seemed interested, but not overly enthusiastic, so I told
him he didn't have to do this, if he preferred not to.  That's when he
told me he didn't mind doing those things, especially since we'd be
doing them together, but he just didn't want to disappoint me if he
didn't do well.  Once I explained to him that these activities were just
for fun and to give us something else we could enjoy doing with each
other, he suddenly got much more excited about participating.

Even if his natural ability wasn't exactly honed for these activities,
Bryce worked very hard and seemed to enjoy the time we spent working
on his skills for these two sports.  What he lacked in talent, he more
than made up for it with the enormous amount of effort he put forth in
trying to do the best that he could.  When I thought he might be getting
frustrated with his progress, I asked him if he'd just like to forget about
doing these types of things, to which he replied with a resounding 'NO!'
He informed me that he really was having fun, plus he also liked the fact
that I was the one teaching him what to do.  He explained that the thing
he liked most was that it allowed the two of us to be alone even more
and then he proclaimed that he didn't care what we did, as long as we
did it with each other.  I knew what he meant and how he felt, because it
was exactly how I looked at this too.  I knew I was willing to do
anything, as long as it included Bryce.