Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 03:50:40 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 14

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                       Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 14 - Healing time.                        April 2002

By the time they stabilized Bryce in the emergency room and then had him
moved to intensive care, it had been over two hours since the accident.  I
pleaded to go in and sit with him, but the hospital staff wasn't going to
allow me to do that, as I wasn't a relative.  Finally I got the DSS
caseworker to authorize it, as they were his legal guardians, and I
explained to them that I was paying all the bills.  Finally they relented
and I was shown in.

I was heartsick when I saw him.  His face was bruised and swollen, his body
was discolored and covered with cuts and scrapes, his left arm and right
leg were in casts, and he was still unconscious.  There seemed to be all
kinds of tubes running into him, and he was hooked up to several monitors.
I walked over to his right side, kissed his forehead, and then I took his
right hand and held it between my own hands, before I sat in the chair that
was located beside the bed.  Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my
cheeks, gently dropping onto our cupped hands and onto the bedding.  He
looked so frail and so helpless, not like the boy who had taken care of
himself for so long, and I bowed my head to pray that he would come through
this without permanent harm.

I never thought at the time about my lawyer being there with us, and
watching my every move, but he was and he noticed how much Bryce meant to
me.  After twenty or thirty minutes he came over to me, placed his hand on
my shoulder, and spoke to me.  "I can see how much you care for this boy,
Kyle, just like a father watching over his son.  I know how much you want
to stay here with him, but I promised the police we'd stop by the station,
so you could be fingerprinted and booked.  I think we'd better go and do
that, and then you may come back and stay with him."

"Won't they lock me up for the night first?"

"No, I'll make sure they take care of this quickly.  I'll get you arraigned
immediately, even if I have to call the judge and arrange it myself."

"Okay, I guess that would help, but might I be able to speak to his doctor
before I leave?"

He looked at me and nodded.  "All right, I'll go find him and bring him
back to speak with you, so you may stay with the boy until I get back."

I thanked him and he left the room.  I thought I should take advantage of
my time alone with Bryce, so I bent over him, placing my mouth by his head,
and I whispered into his ear.  "Bryce, I'm here for you, but I may have to
leave for just a little while," I told him, my voice choking up with
emotion.  "I will be back, but I want you to keep fighting to get better
while I'm gone.  I can't lose you now, because you mean too much to me and
I love you so very much.  I need you in my life, so I'll make you a
promise, if you'll fight and get better.  If you will do that, then I'll do
whatever you want when we get back home.  I'm sure I know what you're
thinking, and yes, I'll even do that too.  Just get better, and I'll do
anything to make you happy again."

At that point I lost it and began to weep, and I placed my head on his
shoulder, as I wanted to show him how much I cared about him.  I also
wanted to touch him in a loving way, but that was the best I could do with
the possibility of others entering the room at any second.  We were like
that when the door to the room opened, and the doctor and my attorney
entered.  "You must be the boy's father," he said, extending his hand to me
in the process.

"Not yet, but I hope to be," I responded, causing the doctor to give me a
confused look.  "I'm fighting with DSS to become his guardian," I offered,
to end his confusion.

"And I was told the one paying the bills?"  I nodded.  "Well, what may I do
to help?"

"Can you tell me about his condition?"

"Yes, of course.  The boy suffered multiple bruises and lacerations, he had
two fractures, and he has some swelling around his brain.  We've relieved
some of that pressure and we're trying to get the swelling down, but he'll
be in critical condition until we can get that under control."

"Will he be all right?"

"That depends on many things.  I can't give you any guarantees."

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

"Extremely clear, sir."

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

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

I left the hospital with my lawyer, and he drove me over to the police
station, where they took me into a special area, to fingerprint and book
me.  It was a humiliating experience.  They put this black ink on a pad
with a roller, put my fingers in it one at a time, and then they
transferred the prints onto a special card.  After they did each individual
finger, they did them as a group, and then they moved on to the other hand.
Once the fingerprinting process was completed, I had to have the standard
mug shots taken, both front and side, and then I had to sign some papers,
but not before my lawyer went over each of them.  After he heard that I was
allowed to sit in a private room with my lawyer, while we waited for the
arraignment.  It seemed like an eternity before it happened, but we were
finally taken before the judge, where I pleaded 'not guilty'.  After
hearing motions from my attorney, I was released, ROR (released own
recognizance), which meant I didn't have to put up any bail.  Once that was
finished, my lawyer drove me home, so I could pick up my own car and drive
back to the hospital.  I thanked him for all his help, went in and grabbed
a couple of items from the house, and then I drove back to sit with Bryce.

It didn't seem as if his condition had improved any while I was gone, so I
moved a reclining type chair into position beside his bed, and I sat down
so I could hold his hand and stroke his hair.  I talked to him the whole
time I was doing that, trying to encourage him to come back to me, and I
reaffirmed the promise I had made to him earlier.  No matter what it took,
I would do anything to urge him to get better.

After a couple of hours of sitting with him like that, I got up and took a
short walk, to stretch my stiff muscles and buy a can of soda from a
vending machine.  I wasn't gone all that long, but when I returned the
doctor and nurses were working on Bryce again.  I had no idea what had
happened, but I was very scared at that point.  I tried to inquire as to
what they were doing, but I was only told that the swelling to the brain
had increased and was threatening his life.  I almost collapsed at that
point, as my knees went weak and I felt this sinking feeling in the pit of
my stomach, but I managed to remain standing.  Then I was asked to go to
the waiting room until his condition had been stabilized.

I don't remember walking there, or even entering the room, but I do
remember sitting in a chair, closing my eyes, and praying like I've never
prayed before.  I'm not an extremely religious person, though I do believe
in God and his power, so I beseeched him to intervene on Bryce's behalf,
and bring him back to health.  I must have prayed the entire time, for I do
not remember doing anything else during my wait there, and I don't even
have any idea how long I was there.  All I know is that I was still praying
when a nurse came to get me.

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

I thanked her and went back to see Bryce, only to find three doctors
standing beside him.  There was the first doctor, the one I had spoken to
earlier, and two others, and now Bryce's head was covered in a bandage.
"What happened?" I asked them, gravely concerned.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Johnston, and I'm a neurologist," one of the other doctors
announced.  "The monitors signaled a problem, and we had to rush him into
emergency surgery.  It was a fairly common procedure to drain the fluids
that were building around his brain and alleviate the pressure that was
building inside his cranium.  He seems to be doing better now, but he's
still not out of the woods."

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

"I just want to thank both of you, but I also need to ask a favor of you.
DSS wanted to take Bryce to the county hospital to be treated, but I felt
his injuries were too severe for them to handle adequately.  Do you think
they could have treated him successfully?"

"Only if they'd have brought in a neurologist, and I don't believe they
have one on staff there."

"Would you be willing to state that in a deposition to my attorney?  DSS
has done so many things to endanger this poor kid, and I think this would
have just been another of those instances, as he was injured when they went
to pick him up."  At first they were hesitant to do anything like that,
before I went on to explain everything Bryce had been through.  I told them
all about the foster homes he had been placed in, and what they did to him
there, and eventually both doctors agreed to provide us with such a
statement.  I intended to use these to my benefit in the future.

Now I sat with Bryce, holding his hand and talking to him, telling him how
much I needed him in my life, and how he had to fight his way back to
health.  As it grew later, I eased that reclining chair into a horizontal
position, so I could use it as a bed of sorts, and that's where I planned
to stay for the night.  Before I actually fell asleep, one of the nurses
brought me a pillow and a blanket, and then I settled in for the long haul.
I only slept in small increments, constantly waking up to check on Bryce,
to see that he was breathing all right or if he had awakened.  One of the
nurses told me I should just go home and get some sleep, as they would
watch over him, and then come back in the morning.  I thanked her for her
concern, but I needed to be with him, and I needed HIM to know I was with
him too.

When I was able to fall asleep, my mind would replay what I knew about the
accident or I'd see some of the things that had happened to Bryce over the
past few years, and then I'd awake and just stare at him some more.  How
could a boy this young have survived all of that and not have become a
total social misfit or psychopath in the process?  I finally concluded it
was because he was emotionally strong, adaptable, and resilient.  Those
were the same qualities I knew he'd also need now, to pull through this, so
I hoped my presence and words of encouragement would be enough to spur him
on.

I spent most of the next day beside his bed, talking to him or praying much
of the time.  I did take one break, to call my attorney and tell him what
the doctors had offered to do, and then I told him my ideas for how to use
that information.  He agreed with my suggestions, telling me it was worth a
try, and then he said he'd get back to me when he learned more.  I thanked
him, and offered him one final suggestion, one I just thought of, and we
discussed that fully too.  He also told me he'd stop by after work, to see
Bryce, and he'd let me know at that time if he'd been able to accomplish
anything in the interim.  At that point I thought, I haven't known this man
for very long, but already he had become more than just my lawyer.  I think
I could even call him a friend now.

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

That night I slept by Bryce's side again, in my hospital reclining chair.
It was very similar to the night before, except I was able to sleep a
little longer each time I dozed off.  When I awoke the next morning, Bryce
seemed to be about the same, but I wished him a good morning, told him it
was time to wake up, and then I told him I loved him.  After that, I
reminded him that if he would come back to me, I'd do anything he asked of
me, and then I sat there and just watched him breathe.  A little while
later the nurse came in, suggesting I go get something to eat, and we were
discussing that when we I heard a very weak, "Uncle Kyle?"

The nurse and I both turned and looked at his bed, and we saw Bryce's eyes
open, though only about halfway.  She quickly checked his vital signs and
then went to have his doctor paged, and then I talked to Bryce alone, while
she was gone.  "Oh little man, I'm so happy to hear your voice again.  How
do you feel?"

"Like I was beat up by a whole bunch of guys."

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

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

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

He paused and looked at me.  "Did you really mean what you told me?"

I wasn't totally sure to what he was referring, because he'd been out so
long, though I suspected I might.  "Which thing I said?"

"You know, that you'd do whatever I wanted, if I got better."

"You really heard that?  I wasn't sure if you would."

"I did, and did you mean that?"

I looked at him and saw the apprehensive look on his face.  I knew he was
worried I only said it to urge him to get well.  "Bryce, I meant every word
I said to you."

I thought I was going to have to hold him down at that point, as I thought
he might try to leap from the bed and into my arms.  "Take it easy, little
man.  We don't have to rush anything.  We'll wait until you're better and
are back home with me again.  Okay?"

"Then I can stay with you?"

"Well, that's not definite yet, but we're working on it."

"So you think I'll be able to?"

"We are definitely not giving up on that, so don't you either."

"I won't, cuz I want that more than anything...well, there is something
else I want too.  I want you to keep the promise you made to me."

"I will, but when you've recovered."

"Then I'll get better really fast."  We both chuckled over that, and then
Bryce's doctor walked in.

"Well, I heard he was better, but I didn't expect to find this.  It's
better than I hoped for.  How are you feeling, young man?"  Bryce told him
the same thing he'd told me, and then the doctor started to check him over.
He asked me to leave for a second, but Bryce objected, telling the doctor
he wanted me to stay for everything.  The doctor studied Bryce's face, and
then looked at me, and then he smiled.

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

"I love Uncle Kyle," Bryce told him unashamedly, "and he loves me too.  He
has been nicer to me and treated me better than anyone else ever has."  The
doctor looked impressed by his statement.

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

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

"Well, I can see how devoted you two are to each other, so I'll do whatever
I can to help."

"You will?  Really?  Oh, thank you!"  Bryce was almost bouncing on his bed
now.

"Easy, young fellow.  You've still got some healing to do first, and I
don't want you to regress.  You remain calm and follow orders, and we'll do
all we can to get you two back together.  Does that sound agreeable to
you?"

"It sure does," Bryce told him, with a huge grin spread across his face.

"I thought it might."  The doctor finished giving Bryce a complete check
up, making sure to check nearly every inch of him.  After he explained
everything to us, telling us that Bryce was doing much better, but they'd
have to watch him a while longer, then he left us to continue our chat.

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

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

The neurologist came in to see him the next day, and he seemed surprised by
how well Bryce was doing.  "You gave us quite a scare, young man, but I'm
glad to see how much you've improved.  How are you feeling today?"

"Good enough to go home with Uncle Kyle," he told the doctor, with a grin.

"Well, I think we'd better keep you here for observation for, say, another
day or two, and then maybe you may go home with him then."

"I sure hope so!"

"Let's have another look at you now."  The doctor asked me to leave, so he
could remove the bandages and check out his handiwork.  Bryce began to
protest, but his pleas fell on deaf ears this time, so I went out into the
hallway to wait.  It was several minutes later when the doctor approached
me, to tell me what he thought.

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

"No, I think I'm the lucky one.  He's brought a whole new purpose to my
life, not just making money and being a success.  I owe him a great deal."

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

"Thank you.  That means a great deal to us and we appreciate your offer.
I'll let you know if I can use you in the future then."

The doctor nodded his acknowledgement and then left to complete his rounds,
and I went in to see Bryce again.  "What did he say?" Bryce asked me, as
soon as I entered the room.

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

"Uncle Kyle, he did not.  Quit teasing me.  What did he really say?"  I
smiled at him.

"He said you were doing well, and he offered to be a character witness for
us if we needed him, like if this went to court."

"Really?  He'd do that?"

"He said he would.  He seems to think we deserve each other, so I guess he
feels we'd be a good punishment for all the bad things we've done so far."

"Uncle Kyle, you're doing it again."  I gave him a sheepish grin.

"I know.  I'm sorry."  We both laughed a little and then we moved on, to
discuss other things.

The rest of that day and the next went much the same, with us just keeping
each other company until Bryce was released.  My biggest concern was where
he might be going when he was released, but obviously Bryce thought he'd be
going home with me, so I let him continue to believe that.  If the doctor
had been correct, and his recovery was at least partially due to my giving
him love, or possibly because I had made a promise or two to him, I didn't
want to take that away now, for fear he might relapse.

Late in the afternoon on that second day, my lawyer showed up at the
hospital again.  He came in and spoke to both of us, asking about Bryce's
condition and prognosis, and then he made an announcement.  "I've been in
contact with the DSS caseworker and his supervisors over the past two days,
and I think I've reached an agreement with them."

Bryce and I both looked at him, waiting for him to tell us what the
agreement was, but he didn't say another word.  I think he was playing with
us a bit, waiting to see our reactions.  Well, if that was what he was
doing, he certainly got a reaction, but from Bryce.

"What did they say?  Can I live with Uncle Kyle?  Tell me what they said,
pleeeeeeeeeeeeze!"

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

"And what about me?"

"Well, your Uncle Kyle kind of came up with the strategy we used and I'll
tell you what happened.  I promised DSS that we would agree not to make
Bryce's life in foster care public, and we will not seek child endangerment
charges against them because of the accident, nor will we sue for
reimbursement of medical costs."  He paused again.

"But what do WE get?"

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

Bryce lit up like the sun.  "And be my dad?"

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

"Allllllllll right!" he screamed, almost catapulting himself out of his
hospital bed.

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

"You bet I do."  He did calm down a bit after that, but he was just too
excited to completely control himself.  We were both thrilled, and it was
kind of hard to contain our emotions at that point.  My lawyer knew this,
and he added one more bit of news.  "And Kyle, that other issue will be
handled in a few months."

"What other issue?" Bryce demanded.

"Oh, just another matter I asked him to take care of for me," I informed
him.
 
"About me?"

"No, not about you."

"Then about what?"

"Man, you sure are nosy.  I'm not sure I want someone that nosy around me
all the time."  I gave him a once over, like I was trying to size him up,
and he got annoyed with me.

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

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

"Yesssssssssss!"  Now he was absolutely glowing, and he let the other issue
drop.  We all chatted for a while after that, with the lawyer telling me
I'd have to come to his office to sign papers and such, but when the doctor
came in, my lawyer said good-bye and left.

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

"I do!" Bryce screamed out.  The doctor just smiled at the both of us.

"Well, I don't see any reason you can't, as long as you promise to take it
easy for about a week.  No rough stuff or horse play, no real physical
exertion, and get plenty of rest.  If you will promise me you can do that,
then I'll discharge you today."

"I promise!" Bryce yelled out, without giving the doctor a chance to say
more.  The doctor merely nodded and left the room, and soon a nurse came in
with paperwork for me to sign.  It took another thirty minutes or so before
everything was cleared, and when they brought a wheelchair into the room,
to take Bryce out, I left to get the car, so I could pull it up to the main
entrance.  By the time I got there, Bryce and the orderly were waiting for
me.

Once I helped Bryce into the car, he began to pester me about what the
lawyer had said again, just dying to know what we had been talking about.
"Just have patience, Bryce.  You'll find out when you need to know."

"Man, I hate that word."

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

"Fine!  Whatever."

The minute we got in the house, Bryce started on his next request.  "I want
you to keep your promise to me now."

"Not yet, little man.  You heard the doctor, no exertion for a week.  We
will do that, but only after you've recovered completely."

"But you promised."

"And I'll keep that promise, but you'll just have." Bryce cut me off.

"I know, I just have to have patience.  Man, I hope I never hear that word
again."  Now he flashed me his disgusted look, and I almost burst out
laughing when he did that.  Seeing me starting to grin, he shot me his mean
look, which said 'Don't you dare laugh at me,' so I bit my tongue and held
it in.

"When can we do it then?"  This time he was almost pleading when he asked.

"As soon as the doctor gives you the okay for physical exertion.  Okay?"

"I guess it will have to be.  I just need patience."  Now he shot me
another look, kind of a mix between disgust and 'I gotcha', and I easily
understood what he was trying to tell me.

That night I babied him, doing everything I could for him.  I had dinner
delivered to the house, and I even fed him.  I told him it would help him
learn patience, by going at my pace and not his.  He only glared at me,
when I made that comment, but we both enjoyed it.  After dinner I carried
him to the living room and he sat in my lap the entire time we watched
television.  I even carried him to the toilet when he needed to use it, and
he even made me fish out his penis and hold it while he peed.  He thought
that was a riot, and I didn't mind it either, but I really enjoyed being
with him again.

When bedtime rolled around, Bryce wanted me to give him a bath, but I told
him he couldn't get his casts wet.  He asked if there wasn't a way we could
do it and still keep the casts dry, and I told him the only way we could do
it were if I gave him a sponge bath.  He wanted to know what that was, and
I told him like they did to him in the hospital, and he said that would be
fine.  For some reason he wanted to do it in the tub, so I sat him in
there, without any water of course, and then I began to wash him off.  I
started with his face and neck, working my way down his chest, to his
uninjured arm and then to his waist.  I temporarily skipped that part of
his body, instead washing the leg without the cast, and then I moved back
to his waist.  He had already popped a boner, so he just sat there grinning
at me.

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

"And what if I said no?"

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

"Yes, I remember, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of that
promise?"

"No, but I will use it to get what I want."

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

"Yes, there is.  I won't be taking advantage of you, cuz I know you want it
too."  Now he just sat there grinning at me, knowing I couldn't disagree
with that statement.  Rather than say anything else, I just began to rub
the surface of his raging hard-on, massaging his scrotum at the same time,
and Bryce just reclined backward, giving me complete access and allowing me
to do whatever I wished with him.  He looked so peaceful and contented like
that, and I could tell he was enjoying my ministrations, so now I began to
jack on his rigid rod, knowing he was longing for that final explosion.  I
pumped away on him, but not all that quickly, because I wanted to draw it
out a little longer for him.  He was moaning like a whore in heat, having
waited longer than he wished to for this to happen again, and now he just
gave in to the feelings, letting them wash over his entire body.

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

I continued to pump his little organ, rubbing the head and the slit with my
thumb as I did so, trying to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly
could.  I think I was now beginning to admit to myself just how much I did
love him, and in what ways, so I wanted to make everything I did for him
the very best.  Now I wanted to bring him the best orgasm of his young
life.  I picked up the pace now, as I could tell that he was at that point
where the rest of the world didn't exist for him any more, and he really
began to groan now.  Suddenly his body stiffened, and he thrust his hips
upward, before a stream of thin, clear liquid shot from his hose.  The
first volley left a trail down his chest, while the second wasn't quite as
long or as far, and then the last few just pooled around his pubic patch or
oozed down the side of his shaft.

Bryce was still breathing pretty heavily, as he opened his eyes, but they
were glazed and I could tell he really hadn't recovered from his climax.
As his eyes began to clear, he looked up at me and smiled, letting me know
that he appreciated what I had just done for him.  "Thanks, Uncle Kyle," he
told me, almost in a whisper, "that was really great.  I hope we can do
things like this all the time now."

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

"Cool."

After I dried Bryce off, I took him and laid him on our bed, stark naked
and completely satisfied.  I moved in beside him, and he just snuggled
against me, as we watched a little TV before turning in.  His good arm and
hand roamed all over my body, for most of that time, as he wanted to
explore me physically.  I let him have his fun too, doing what he wanted to
me, and soon he was bringing me the same type of pleasure I had brought to
him.  I loved the feel of that small smooth hand exploring my sensitive
areas, and then lovingly caressing my manhood, as he worked to make me
shoot my load too.  He was awesome at it, and he knew just what felt good
and did it with perfection.  Before long my body was tingling, almost to
the point where I thought I might implode, and then my cock began to spew
those thick, creamy strings of love juice all over my body.

Bryce scooped up a little of it on his fingers, before sticking them into
his mouth, and then he made a big show of it for me, acting like it was an
ice cream treat.  After he cleaned the rest off of my body, we cuddled
together, turned the TV off, and went to sleep, knowing this was only the
first night of pleasure we would enjoy with each other.

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