Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 21:52:56 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 10

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                      Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 10 - Getting to know you.                April 2002

Now that I knew all about Bryce's background, I had enough information to
contact my new lawyer, to see if he could find a way for me to legally take
care of the boy.  I wasn't thinking of adoption, at least not just yet, but
I certainly didn't want to have any problems with the law by hiding him in
my home either.  I did really want to help this kid, and even take care of
him, but I didn't want to put everything I worked so hard to get in
jeopardy.  I felt empathy for the boy, I was even attracted to him, and I
knew I would not easily let him slip through my fingers or be abused again.

Actually I was still somewhat surprised that Bryce had opened up to me so
soon, but I surmised that occurrence had something to do with him seeing me
as his knight in shining armor.  He'd been fantasizing about such an
imaginary figure coming to rescue him, and I guess now I was it.  I was
also a bit amazed that I'd been so enamored with him, unable to keep him
out of my thoughts, both conscious and unconscious.  I mean, he is a cute
kid, he seems to have a good personality, regardless of what he'd been
through, and he is not ashamed of showing off his body, though I now also
know the reason for that too.  Although he had used his body to survive, I
did not see him as an immoral person.  He did what he had to, when he had
to, but I'm not sure he would have done any of those things, if his
circumstances had been different.  He wasn't a bad kid, and now I wanted to
see if I could give him a fresh start.

After we ate dinner, we watched television for a brief time, and then he
made me keep my promise of letting him have his 'midnight' swim.  It really
didn't happen at midnight, but it was dark when he asked again, so I told
him to run and put his swimsuit on and I'd turn on the underwater lights.
I thought he might get a kick if we only used those, and not have the glare
of the spotlights, which were attached to each corner of his house.

"Do I have to go put on my swimsuit, Uncle Kyle?" Bryce asked me, giving me
that little boy's pleading look.

"Why?  What did you have in mind?"

"Well, can't we just take our clothes off here and jump in?  There's no one
around to see us."

"Well, I suppose we could, if you really want to do that, but I want you to
know that you don't have to do things like that to make me like you."

"I know.  I've already learned that, but this time I just think it would be
a neat thing to do.  I've never gone swimming without anything on before."
He gave me another wicked grin, like he knew this was his chance to do
something out of the ordinary.

"If that's your choice, then you can do that."

"And will you do it too?"

"It's something that people would frown on, if they learned what I was
doing, but I don't see any harm in it here.  After all, you did see me
without any clothes on earlier.  Sure, if that's what you want to do, I'll
do it with you."

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle.  You're the best."  With that Bryce jumped up and
down, came up to me and threw his arms around me, and then he asked me to
bend down.  I thought he was going to whisper something in my ear, but
instead he gave me a kiss, right on the lips.  It wasn't an erotic kiss,
just the type of kiss a child would give his parent, and that made it even
more special to me.

"Hey, sport.  You don't have to call me Uncle Kyle when we're alone."

"But I want to.  It makes me feel special when I do."

"Okay, if it makes you feel good, you can do it if you want to."

"Yeah, I really do."  Having said that, Bryce began to remove his clothing,
so I followed suit, and soon we were splashing around in the pool,
playfully interacting with each other.  Bryce also tried to dunk me a few
times, or swim below the surface of the water, figuring I wouldn't be able
to find him, playing just like a young boy should.  When he tired of that,
he challenged me to a race, to swim the length of the pool and back.  We
started and finished in the shallow end, just in case Bryce got tired from
the exertion, as I didn't want to have to worry about him cramping up or
tiring when I might not notice it.  This way he would be at the shallow end
when that would most likely happen, and he could just stand up at that
point, to get out of trouble.  I made it look like I was really trying to
beat him, but I let him win the race, and you'd have thought he'd just won
an Olympic gold medal by his reaction.  He launched himself up in the air,
shouted in joy, and held up his arms up in victory.

"Ha, ha.  I whipped your butt, old man."

"You didn't whip me, but you did nose me out, little man.  I suppose you
think you're pretty hot now, don't you?"

"Of course!"  He was beaming as he said this.  "I'm pretty good, aren't I?"

"You are pretty good, for a pipsqueak."

"I'm no pipsqueak!"  He hesitated and stared at me.  "What's a pipsqueak,
anyway?"

"A pipsqueak is a small person."

"Hey, I'm not small!" he stated loudly, giving me that hurt expression of
his.

"Well, you're no giant either, but I didn't mean you were tiny, just
young."

"Okay, I guess I still am young, though I'm almost a teenager, you know."

"I know, and I can see you're not a baby any more.  Those hairs above your
penis prove that."  After I said that, I immediately acknowledged that
maybe I shouldn't have, because Bryce hopped up on the side of the pool,
exposing that area to me.  Proudly he displayed that thin band of coarse,
curly hairs, maybe a dozen strands in all, and then he said, "You mean
these?"

I knew he was doing it for another reason too, still hoping to get me
aroused sexually, but I merely responded, "Yes, those," and then I turned
my back to him and swam to the other end of the pool.  I heard a splash
behind me, as he jumped back in the water and swam to catch up to me.  When
we reached the far end he stopped me, and stated, "I didn't mean to upset
you by doing that."

I felt bad, knowing now I'd given him the wrong impression.  "Bryce, you
didn't upset me, it's just that I know what you want, and I just can't do
that."

"Why not?"  He had this puzzled look on his face, as if he really didn't
understand.  "None of those other guys worried about it."

"But I'm not one of those other guys, am I?  It's not that I'm not
attracted to you or whatever, it's just that I'm a boy lover, not a boy
abuser.  I wouldn't have trouble doing something like that with a boy who
was old enough to understand what he was doing and able to agree to it
because HE wanted to do that, but that's not the case here."

"You think I don't know what I'm doing or don't you think I really want to
do it?"

"Bryce, I have no question that you understand the mechanics of sex and
what it feels like, it's just that if I did it with a boy, it would be
because we loved each other, not because he was doing it because he was
grateful for what I had done for him."

"But I do love you, Uncle Kyle.  I love you a lot."

"Bryce, we hardly know each other and we only just met.  How can you say
that?"

"I can, because I do love you.  I love you more than anyone else I've ever
met, except for maybe Cam and Steve, but I think I love you just as much as
I love them."

"Bryce, don't you think it's more gratitude than love?"

"What's gratitude?"

"That means that you're thankful for the things I've done for you, and
that's what you feel for me, not love."

"No, you're wrong, Uncle Kyle.  I know what love is, and I do love you!"

"Bryce, it's too soon for you to know that.  You don't even know much about
me.  Maybe I've got a temper and beat people when I get mad at them."

"You could never do that, you're too nice."  He gave me a big smile after
he said this.

"But you don't know that for sure.  Maybe I drink a lot and get mean when I
drink."

"You haven't had any drinks since I've been here."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, cuz I'd have smelled it on your breath.  I've been with drunks
before too.  Didn't I tell you that?"

"You might have, but I don't remember exactly, but that's another thing you
can't be sure of.  And there's something else.  You can't be sure that I
love you either."

"Yes, I can.  You wouldn't have done all these things for me or been so
nice to me, if you didn't love me."

"Maybe, but how do you know that I'm not doing it just because I felt sorry
for you?"

"Uncle Kyle, why are you making this so tough?  I know I love you and that
you love me.  Can't we just leave it at that?"

"Okay, I can do that for now, but it still doesn't mean I'll have sex with
you.  Okay?"

Bryce looked disappointed, possibly because he thought he had convinced me
otherwise, especially since I'd agreed to acknowledge that we loved each
other for now.  "I guess, but I'm not happy about it and I think you're
wrong.  I know more than even older kids do before they have sex with
someone, so I should be able to decide to have sex with you too, but if you
don't want to, I'll drop it for now."

"Good, because I don't want to argue with you about this any more.  Come
here, you little scamp, and let me give my nephew a big hug."  Bryce almost
leapt into my arms, so I lifted him up and squeezed him as hard as I could,
and he hugged me back, making it a competition to see who could hug the
hardest.  After a couple of minutes we stopped, and both of us started
laughing, and then he threw his arms around my neck, pulled my head toward
his, and he kissed me hard.  I could feel his small tongue licking my lips
and trying to push its way inside my mouth, but I kept my lips sealed
tightly together, resisting his efforts.  I knew he would try to wear me
down with this, but I felt I needed to stick to my guns.

Eventually we went back into the house and dressed, not in much, basically
just shorts, but then I asked Bryce if he had ever learned how to use a
computer. "I've used them at school, and I can do some stuff on them, but I
don't really know that much.  We never got a lot of time to work on them.'

"Well, how would you like me to show you how to use mine?  Then you could
start using it to keep yourself occupied, and I'll even buy some games for
you to play on it."

"That would be cool.  I'd like that."

I took him to my office and questioned him about how much he already knew.
I filled in some of the gaps for him, so he could at least sign on my
computer and use some basic programs, and then I gave him his own
connection to my ISP, setting the parental controls to limit his access.
Sure, I knew how much this boy had done and seen, but he was still a kid
and I thought maybe I should try to protect him as much as I could.  Maybe
if I kept him from those adult type things, he might learn to enjoy just
being a kid.

When it was time to go to sleep, we went upstairs to brush our teeth and
use the toilet.  After we'd done that, Bryce asked me if he could sleep in
with me tonight.  He said he'd been alone long enough for now, and he just
wanted some company.  I told him that would be all right for tonight,
though it wasn't to become a regular thing, and he smiled at me, and I got
the feeling he thought he won another minor battle.  When we got up to my
room, he began to take off his shorts, to sleep nude, but I stopped him and
told him we'd both leave our shorts on, or otherwise he'd have to sleep in
his own room.  He pouted a bit, letting me know that he wasn't exactly
thrilled by my demands, but he pulled his shorts back up, and then climbed
into bed with me.

I always sleep on the same side of the bed, even when I go to a motel, and
that's the left side if you're facing the bed, or on the right side, if you
are lying on the bed.  Before long I felt Bryce sidling against me, trying
to get as close to me as he could.  My first reaction was to tell him to
move back to his side of the bed, and I did just that.  Afterward I could
tell my request had really hurt his feelings, so I reached my arm out,
snaked it under his head and shoulders, and pulled him against me.  He was
ecstatic when I did this, throwing his upper arm across my lower abdomen,
and I could almost see him smiling in the dark.  I kissed him on the
forehead and wished him sweet dreams, and that's the way we fell asleep.

During the night I awoke, having to use the toilet, and Bryce was still in
that same position.  I had to try to push him on his back and pull my arm
out from under him, so I could go pee, and while I was in my private
bathroom, I heard him call out my name.  "It's okay, Bryce.  I only had to
pee."

Within seconds he was standing beside me at the toilet, unashamedly doing
the same thing.  I didn't say anything, letting it slide, and then we got
back into bed, with him automatically getting into the same position, and
we went back to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was having a pleasant dream, seeing myself
having sex with a young man, though I couldn't make out his face.  I might
have been thinking it was Bryce, but I never could see the boy's face in
the dream, but I sure was getting aroused and feeling as if I were actually
having sex with him.  It was a very graphic dream, leaving nothing to the
imagination, but as I approached the climax of this dream, literally, I
awoke and realized that not all of it had been a dream.  At that point I
could make out Bryce's form under the sheets, and from the sensations I was
experiencing, I knew he was performing oral sex on me.  Before I had time
to react, I was blowing my load into his hot, young mouth, and from the
feel of it, he was drinking it all down.

Once I recovered from the orgasm and the shock, I threw back the sheets,
only to see Bryce lift his head and smile at me, droplets of cum running
down his chin.  "I thought I had made myself clear," I told him, somewhat
annoyed by what he had done.

"Are you mad at me?"  He looked as if he were about to cry.  "I thought
you'd like that."

"It has nothing to do with whether I like it, it has to do with the fact
that you broke a rule I had set for us, and you did that intentionally."

"You hate me now, don't you?" he said, looking like his heart was about
ready to break.

I pulled him up to me and looked him in the eyes.  "Bryce, I don't hate
you, but I'm very disappointed that you've already broken one of the few
rules I've asked you to follow."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Kyle.  I really am.  Please don't hate me or make me
leave."  His lower lip was sticking way out, and there were even tears in
his eyes now, and my heart broke seeing him like this.

"Bryce, I told you I don't hate you, and I'd never ask you to leave, not
over something like this, but I do expect you to follow that rule from now
on.  If there comes a time when I think that rule should be changed, I'll
tell you, but until then I expect you to obey it."

"Okay, Uncle Kyle, I will."  He still had this extremely sad expression on
his face.  "Can I have a hug?"

"Sure, come here, little man."  He scrambled up the mattress and into my
arms, and we hugged each other and let our love flow through that embrace.
Maybe Bryce was right, maybe we did love each other already, but I wanted
to make certain that this was actually the case.  We stayed in that embrace
for a couple of minutes, as I wanted him to make the first move to
separate.  I waited for this to happen, but when I felt it had gone on long
enough and should end, I made a comment to prompt him into action.

"What do you say, sport?  Do you think we should go down and get some
breakfast?"

He pushed back away from me now.  "Okay, that sounds like a good idea.  I
am hungry."

We got out of bed, and I readjusted my shorts the way they should have been
in the first place, and we walked down the stairs to the kitchen.  "Are you
going to work today, Uncle Kyle?"

"I was planning to.  Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, I guess not.  I'm used to being alone."

"I know, and I feel bad that I have to leave you like this, but what if I
promise to come home as soon as I can?"

"You don't have to do that.  I'll be okay."

"I know, but I want to spend time with you too, and then we'll have the
whole weekend together.  How does that sound?"

"Great!"  He was beaming once more.

We ate and I wrote down my office number and my cell phone number for him,
in case he needed anything while I was gone, and then I went to get ready
for work.  Bryce, however, wouldn't leave my side, and he followed me to my
bedroom, and then into my bathroom, where he watched me shave, brush my
teeth, and shower, and then he followed me back into my room and watched me
get dressed.  I began to worry what he'd be like after I left.  "Are you
sure you'll be okay, sport?"

He didn't respond right away, but eventually he said, "Yeah, I told you I'd
be fine."

"Are you sure?  I could try to change my schedule, so I can stay home."

"No, that's fine, as long as you try to come home early.  I'll be okay
until then, but I'll miss you."

"Well, I'll miss you too, and I'll call you once in a while, just to see
how you're doing."  This brought a huge smile onto his face, and he
radiated his approval of that.

"Thanks, I'd like that."

When I got to work, I asked my secretary what was on my schedule for the
day, and she told me she kept it light, just in case my nephew needed more
time.  I thanked her for doing that, and then we went over what was
planned, and I saw that it wasn't too bad.  Not only would I have time to
go home and join Bryce for lunch, but I'd also be able to quit around 3:00
and be with for him the rest of the day.  I thanked her again, and she
asked me how my nephew was doing, and I told her he might be staying for a
while.  She didn't pursue this further, sensing that I'd tell her if I
wanted her to know more, and I appreciated that too, and told her so.

I called Bryce about an hour later, to see how he was doing, but I didn't
tell him I'd be home for lunch.  I wanted that to be a surprise for him.
He was happy I called, and he told me all kinds of things, including things
he'd done on the computer.  He used one of the search engines I told him
about, to look up things he was interested in, and he thanked me for having
taught him about that.  When we said goodbye, I told him I'd talk to him
again later, and even I wasn't sure if it would be another phone call or
when I went home to eat.  It turned out to be another phone call, about two
hours later, and he answered the phone on the first ring.

"Were you waiting by the phone or something?" I joked with him.

"Not quite.  I just have been carrying the portable phone with me, so I
could answer it quickly when you called."

"Oh, I see.  I'm glad I bought that thing then."  We both had a little
chuckle over that, and before we hung up this time, Bryce had a special
message for me.

"I love you, Uncle Kyle.  I really, really do."  I was moved by this and
felt I would have to respond, so as not to hurt his feelings.

"I love you more," I told him, having to outdo him.

"I love you mostest," he responded, after a short pause, and then he
giggled hysterically, thinking I couldn't do better.  I didn't try, wanting
him to feel that he'd won another small battle, so I teased him instead.

"You're a rascal, aren't you?  You got me again."

"Yep, I did," he said, laughing some more.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later, so you behave."

"I will."

I didn't call him again during the morning, but I drove home for lunch, and
Bryce came bolting out of the house when he saw my car pull in.  "Are you
home for the rest of the day?"

"No, little man, just for lunch.  I thought you might like some company."

"You bet."

I fixed us both some lunch, and we talked while we ate, but then I had to
go back to the office.  I told him I had a meeting I needed to be at, and
then I told him I'd come home as soon as I could, so he smiled at me,
knowing I was doing that just for him.

The meeting was with my realtor, and I told him to start negotiating for
that building I found Bryce in.  Not only would it meet the needs of my
business, it would always give me something to remember the first time we
met.  I told my realtor what I wanted the first offer to be, then I told
him the absolute highest I'd go, telling to make incremental adjustments to
the initial offer, as needed, if it wasn't accepted.  He said he
understood, and went to handle that matter for me.  After that meeting, I
checked back with my secretary, to see if anything else had popped up, and
she only had a few questions for me about various situations and then she
had me sign a few papers, and then she told me she'd see me Monday morning.
I thanked her for all her help, telling her how invaluable she had become,
and then I announced that I had decided to give her more responsibilities,
and a raise to go along with it.  She thanked me for that, but I told her
she had earned it, and then I left to go home to see Bryce again.

Once again, Bryce was excited to see me, running out to greet me as I drove
up, and he was even more excited when I told him I was through for the day.
"Well, the rest of the day is ours, little man.  What would you like to do
with it?"

"How about another swim?"

"Well, we could do that to start, but isn't there anything else you'd like
to do, like maybe go out to eat, see a movie, or go shopping?"

"You've already bought too much for me, Uncle Kyle.  You don't need to
spend any more money on me either, and a swim would be fun."

"Okay, let's go swimming again, but you think about what you want to do
after that.  Okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Kyle, but can we go swimming without our swimsuits again?"

"Well, I don't see why not, as long as you promise to behave yourself."

"I do," and with that he raced toward the pool.  I followed him at a more
leisurely pace, and he was already removing his clothing and placing them
on one of the lounge chairs.  I went over and did the same, and Kyle stood
there trying to urge me to hurry, once he was finished.  "Go ahead and get
in," I told him.  "I'll join you in a minute or two."

"But I want us to both run and jump in at the same time.  Okay?"

"Sure, sport, whatever you want."  As soon as I had finished undressing, we
held hands, ran across the short expanse to the pool, and then jumped in,
feet first.  When we came up Bryce was laughing again, and he gave me one
of those priceless smiles of his.

"That was fun, wasn't it, Uncle Kyle?"

"Sure was, little man.  I'm glad you thought of that."  As soon as I
finished saying that, Bryce disappeared below the surface of the water and
he swam past me.  I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing, until I
felt him trying to swim between my legs, and he made sure he reached up to
cop a feel as he did so.  When he resurfaced, I had something to say about
that.

"I thought you'd promised to behave?"

"I did!"  He actually looked confused, and then I saw understanding
register on his face.  "I was only fooling around.  I didn't mean anything
by that."

"All right.  I guess I can let it slide this time, but no more sexual
touching."

"Man, can't I have ANY fun?"

"Yes, but just not of that nature."

"But I wasn't trying to get you hard or anything, just teasing you by
grabbing you there.  Was that so bad?"

"I guess not, as long as you weren't trying to start something, by doing
that, but let's keep our hands off those areas.  Deal?"

"Okay," he said hesitantly.  "Deal."

We spent about an hour in the pool, racing and horsing around, then we got
out, dried, and then I suggested he put on some nice clothes, and then I'd
take him out to dinner.  Even though he argued about not having to do that,
I wasn't about to give in to him this time, and eventually I took him out
to one of my favorite places to eat.  The staff there knew me well, as I
often brought business associates there, to wine and dine them, either as a
reward for a fine job or sometimes to make a deal with a supplier or
prospective client.  I was always treated well, the food was great, and
they went out of their way to accommodate me, even on short notice.  I
think that might have had something to do with the amount of money I spent
there and the size of the tips I left.  Whatever the reason, we were
promptly helped.

"Your business associates are getting younger these days," the manager
teased.

"Yes, these wiz-kids are beginning to make me feel old," I joked back.

"So, young man," the manager began to ask Bryce, "do you work for
Mr. Loomis or are you one of his suppliers or customers?"

"I'm his nephew," Bryce responded, puffing his chest out with pride as he
said this.

"Oh, a relative, and potential heir to the fortune?" the manager asked,
eyeing me.

"Well, you never know," I told him.  "He is becoming my favorite nephew."
This made Bryce's grin get even bigger, and I thought the buttons were
going to pop right off his shirt.

The manager smiled at him and commented, "You're a very lucky young man, so
I hope you're nice to your uncle."

"I am," he said, smiling up at me.

"Very well, gentlemen.  Follow me and I shall show you to your table."

We followed him to a very lovely table for two, off to one side, but still
one of their better locations.  He handed us the menus, and we began to
look them over, but then Bryce looked up at me, his mouth agape.  "Uncle
Kyle," he began, once he could speak, "these prices are way too high."

"Don't worry about the prices, little man.  Just order what you'd like."

He looked up at me again, this time a little sheepishly.  "But I don't know
what some of these things are," he told me.

"Okay, maybe I can help you.  Do you like steak?"

"I guess, but I haven't had it very often."

"Well, let me order one for you.  I think you'll enjoy it.  How do you like
yours cooked?"

"What do you mean?  Aren't they all cooked the same?"

"Well, not quite.  Have you ever had your meat cooked so it was still
slightly pink?"

"Isn't that bad for you?"

"No, not if it's done properly.  Would you be willing to try it that way?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I'll tell you what.  We'll order it that way, and if you don't like
it like that, we'll send it back to have it cooked more.  Will that meet
with your approval?"

"Will they do that?"

"Of course they will.  We are paying them for the service."

"Okay, I'll try it like that then."

"Great!  Do you want a baked potato or steak fries to go with it?"

"Steak fries?"

"They're French fries, but wider."

"I'll have those."

"And would you like soup or a salad to go with that?"

"You don't have to order that too."

"I'm not.  It comes with the meal."

"Are you sure?"  I shook my head in response.  "I'll have the soup then.
I'm not very big on salad."

"Okay, soup it is.  The waiter can tell you the choices are for tonight,
and then you can select the one you want."

Now all of that was decided, we were ready to order.  I requested Filet
Mignons for both of us, though I had the baked potato and salad to go with
it.  I got Bryce a soda to drink, while I had coffee, and we talked about
the meal, the restaurant, and other similar things while we ate.  When the
meal was over, I paid the bill, left the tip, and then we departed.  I
drove from the restaurant over to the local movie complex, and I asked him
what movie he'd like to see.

"Uncle Kyle, you've already spent too much money on me.  We don't have to
do anything else."  He was being sincere, worried about my financial
situation.

"Bryce, I have more than enough money," I tried to reassure him, "so don't
worry about the cost.  You just pick a movie, one that you want to see."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Quickly he made his choice, telling me he'd seen it advertised on
television and thought it looked neat, so we went in, took our seats, and
spent the next couple of hours wrapped up in the story.  While we watched
the film, Bryce made sure his knee was touching my leg, and then eventually
he reached over and held my hand, hanging onto it until the movie ended.
On the way home, Bryce made a comment about our evening together.

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle.  That was a lot of fun and really special.  I had a
great time."

"So did I, sport.  So did I."

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