Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 18:26:12 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - cahpter 15

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                        Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 15 - A steady recovery.                    April 2002

The next week actually went quite quickly for both of us.  Bryce continued
to get stronger, as his body healed, and we continued to enjoy being
together again.  We did mess around a little during the week, but not all
that much, and of course I hadn't yet acceded to his demands for anal
intercourse.  He was being patient, at least for Bryce, and I was impressed
with his newly found ability.  The night before he was scheduled to go back
for a check-up, he did push a little harder.

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

"Not until the doctor gives you the okay."

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

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

"But I have been good, and I haven't teased you all week."

"I know, and I've been very proud of you.  You've actually shown you've
learned to have some of that word you despise so."

"Don't say it."

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

"I do, but I hate hearing that word.  Uncle Kyle, you know I really want to
do that with you."

"I know you do, but what if I do something else for you tonight, something
that would still get you off.  Would that make you happy?"

"I suppose so."  He didn't look happy, but I would settle for what I got.
I knew he wouldn't be completely satisfied until he got exactly what he
wanted, but I hoped this would hold him over, at least until we could do
what he really desired.  I took the time to close up the house, before I
carried him up to my room, and then I removed all of his clothes and began
to kiss him all over.  I gave him a very passionate kiss on the lips,
snaking my tongue into his mouth and letting it slide all over his tongue
and explore the inside of his oral cavity.  As my tongue withdrew, his
followed mine into my mouth, until I began to suck on it, much the same as
I planned to do later on his penis.

Bryce was really getting turned on by this activity and he seemed to be
enjoying my attention, and now I moved down to his neck, nibbling on it as
I went along.  Suddenly he began to squirm below me and giggle.  "Uncle
Kyle, your beard tickles."

"Oh, it does, does it?  Then let's see how you like this."  Now I began to
rub my cheek against his neck, and he began to squirm even more, until
eventually he began to laugh aloud.

"Stop, Uncle Kyle, it really tickles."  He was squirming about on the bed
now, so I rubbed my cheeks over anything I could, his face, neck, or chest.
He was laughing hysterically as I did this.

"Uncle Kyle, stop!  Don't do that any more.  Pleeeeeze!" he choked out, in
between giggles.  Now my fingers were working on his flesh, kneading those
sensitive areas that would make him squirm and giggle even more.  Finally I
gave him a break, allowing him to catch his breath and settle down a bit,
and then he looked at me and began to chew me out.

"That wasn't fair and it wasn't nice," he informed me, while pouting.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to do something now to make up for it.  Right?"
He smiled at me, and I could see the hope in his eyes.

"Yeah, you better."

"Well, it's not what you're thinking, but see how you like this."  Now I
began to let my tongue slide over one of his nipples, then the other, and
then I began to suckle on each of them, one at a time.  Bryce started to
squirm again when I first did this, thinking it was meant to torture him
some more, but then he realized how good it felt, and he leaned back,
closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the sensations.  I played with each of
his nipples for several minutes, until they were as erect as they could
possibly get, and then I worked my way down his chest, until I reached his
belly button.

Once I was over his navel, I flicked my tongue inside and around it,
causing him to wiggle some more, and I knew that must have tickled him a
bit too.  >From there I slid a little lower, licking around his private
parts, but not touching them, and then over his inner thighs.  After I had
paid them sufficient attention, I moved back up and began to lick the
underside of his ball sack.  This caused Bryce to squirm some more, but his
little soldier was standing at attention already, so I could see he was
enjoying this.  Now I took his entire scrotum into my mouth, moving his
little marbles around with my tongue, before sucking on them as vigorously
as I could.  Bryce was audibly moaning at this point, his head swaying from
side to side, and now I moved up toward the piece de resistance.

He knew where I was heading, and he was beginning to gasp, even before I
got there.  I ran my tongue along the sides of his stiff shaft, swirling it
around his sensitive glans, and then I flicked my tongue into the tiny slit
at the tip.  As I did that, Bryce let out a very loud moan, like I'd hit a
very sensitive area, so I made another journey around the exterior of his
fleshy rod.  After I did that, I opened my mouth and let it slide
completely over and down that marvelous piece of meat.  Bryce gasped, as I
enveloped his penis totally within my hot mouth, and I began to suck on it
and bob up and down its length.  I would use my tongue to bring him as much
additional stimulation as I could, running it along the underside of the
shaft and flicking it at the flange on my way up, and Bryce was already
bucking his hips to match my efforts.  It didn't take him long before he
began to arch his back, then his whole body began to stiffen, and finally I
felt those warm spurts of liquid hitting the lining of my throat.  I
continued to suck on his bursting dam, until I had coaxed the last droplets
from within, and then I let it slip from my mouth.

Bryce just lay on the bed, as if he were in a trance, his eyes were glazed
and his breathing uneven.  Finally he recovered enough to lift his head and
speak.  "Oh, Uncle Kyle, I love you soooo much."

"Well, I love you too, sport."

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

"Well, I hope so too."

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

The next morning I awoke, only to find Bryce hovering over me, staring at
my face.  At first I wasn't sure what he was doing, but then he smiled at
me.  "I was wondering when you were going to wake up," he told me.

"Why, what difference does that make, unless you're hungry?"

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

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

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

"That's nice, and I like doing everything with you too."  He smiled at me,
and then put his head down on my chest.

"Man, I didn't think I'd ever be this lucky or this happy."  I hugged him
tightly, knowing exactly what he meant, because I felt the same way too.

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

When we got to the doctor's office, we were led into an examination room,
and we waited there for the doctor.  It wasn't all that long before he came
in, and he seemed genuinely pleased to see both of us.  "Well, you look
pretty good today, Bryce.  How are you feeling?"

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

"Well, that's up to your other doctor, but I suspect that will take a
couple more weeks.  In the meantime, let me check out your other injuries."
The doctor then started on Bryce's head and face, before checking his torso
and limbs, and then he gave his verdict.

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

"I know, but that's because I have my Uncle Kyle."  Now Bryce gave him a
wink back.

"And how is that going?  Are you two getting along all right?"

"Better than all right," Bryce announced.  "I've never been so happy, even
if he makes me do all that school work over summer vacation."  The doctor
smiled at this news.

"Well, he must think you have some catching up to do, or he wouldn't be
making you do it."

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

"So you don't want to stay with him any more?"  I'm not sure if the doctor
asked this because he actually thought that Bryce might have changed his
mind, or if he was just teasing him.  Either way he got his response.

"No way! I don't ever want to leave him."

"I didn't think you did," the doctor told him, while winking at me.  "I
just thought I'd check though, to make sure you hadn't changed your mind."

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

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

"Nope.  Uncle Kyle is taking care of me now, and when he gets older, then
I'll take care of him.  That would only be fair."

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

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

"Well, do you have any questions for me?" the doctor wanted to know.  I
could see Bryce's expression turn serious now, and I could tell the old
wheels where beginning to turn in his head.

"Yeah, can I do whatever I want now?"

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

"Oh, yeah," Bryce announced, and then he looked over at me and gave we his
wicked grin.  I knew exactly what he was thinking at that point, but
neither of us said anything.  The thing was, now I had no more excuses to
use to put him off.

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

On the way home, Bryce brought up that topic, as I knew he would, so I was
forced to deal with that issue again.  "Uncle Kyle," he began, "there's
nothing to stop us from making love now, so can we do it when we get home?"

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

"Of course I do.  You can stretch me a little with your fingers first, if
you think you should, but I don't think there will be any problems.
Besides, you promised me."

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

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

"Yes, I will agree with that.  I have been very impressed with the fact
that you're growing up and learning a little self-control.  I'm proud of
you."

"I'm glad that you are, but I'm just really happy that we're finally going
to do this."

As soon as we got home and passed through the door, Bryce began to tease me
to take him up to my room so we could do what he wanted.  I had promised
him, so I didn't want to go back on my word, though I still had some mental
reservations about what I was going to do.  As a boy lover, I know that the
boy is always is charge, but that doesn't mean that the adult always has to
do everything the boy wants.  It just means that you don't force him to do
anything he doesn't want to do.  The situation here was slightly different,
and now I was ready to do something I wasn't completely comfortable with,
especially considering his age.  I know he had done this before, but then
he was forced into it and it was done without love, still somehow I still
felt as if I'd be forcing myself on him too.  Bryce must have sensed what I
was thinking and he tried to ease my doubts.

"Uncle Kyle, I've done this before, and not always because I've wanted to,
but this time I definitely want to do it with you.  You aren't forcing me,
and I know you won't hurt me, so please, just make love to me and fill me
with your love."

I smiled at him and nodded, a little choked up by what he just said.  I
slowly began to remove his clothing, exposing that smooth flesh and
delicate frame of his.  I had grown to love and long to see it over and
over again, like some artistic masterpiece.  Bryce was willing to allow me
to do whatever I wanted, and at whatever pace I chose, and he just watched
me intently, as I painstakingly removed each article of his clothing.  Once
he was completely naked, he just lay there and smiled at me.

"Okay, Uncle Kyle, take your clothes off too," he urged.

Slowly I did that too, taking everything off and revealing that I was
already excited about what we were going to do.  My state of arousal was
even obvious to Bryce.  "See, I knew you wanted to do this," he boasted.

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

"Did I hurt you?" I asked him.

"Not really. Well, maybe a little, but only a little.  Keep going, I'm okay
now."

"Are you sure?"  I was concerned.

"Yes, I've felt pain a lot worse than that before, but now it's really
feeling good."

"Are you positive?"

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

Once I had his reassurance, I slid all three fingers back in, and then I
began to move them around, turning them and then sliding them in and out of
his tight chute.  Finally I could tell that he had completely adjusted to
the width of those three digits, so I looked at him and asked him the final
question.  "Are you ready, and do you still want to do this?"

"Yes, go ahead.  I've been ready for this for a long time."  He flashed me
a quick grin and gave me a wink, so I lubed up my own dick and thought
about how we were going to do this.

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

"What do you mean?"  He face bore a look of concern, as if he were afraid I
wouldn't follow through with this.

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

"Why?"

"Well, if I have you lie on your back, the cast will make your leg too
heavy to hold up in the air as we make love."

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

"That's a good thought, but that cast covers most of your leg, so you can't
bend it.  That will make that position almost impossible too."

"Well, there must be some way!"

"Let me think for a minute or two."  Bryce looked very concerned now, as he
realized his leg cast was a major problem here, but he was the one who came
up with the answer to our dilemma.

"What if I just bent over the bed, like this," he said, demonstrating what
he meant.  He slid his legs off of the bed, until his feet touched the
floor, leaving his chest on top of the bed and his butt hanging over the
edge.  He looked back and grinned at me, before he asked, "Do you think
this will do?"

I studied his position, seeing how I could easily get behind him, and his
hole would be at about the right height for entry.  I moved in between his
legs, spread his cheeks to expose that small, pink pucker, and then I
placed the head of my dick against it.  "Are you sure you still want to do
this?" I asked him, one final time.

"You bet.  Push it in."

Slowly I increased the pressure, until my cock-head popped past that
resilient ring, and then I stopped to see how he was doing.  He must have
guessed why I did that, so he encouraged me to go on.  "Keep going, I'm
fine," he told me.

Hearing this, I kept pushing, sliding my dick further and further inside of
him.  Soon I could feel his ass cheeks rubbing against my abdomen and my
ball sack touching his, so I knew I was in as far as I could go.  I paused
again, to make sure he had time to adjust, but then he began to wiggle his
butt a bit, before he pulled it forward slightly, and then pushed it back,
impaling himself on it again.  I took it this was his way of letting me
know he was ready for some real action.  I took his hint and began to pull
out slowly, and he contracted his ass muscles to make that more difficult
for me to do, but then he'd relax again, so I could ram it home once more.
We gradually got into a fairly steady rhythm of doing that, and now it was
almost like we had done this together forever.

While I was seeking my own pleasure, I knew that I couldn't leave Bryce out
of the process, so I pushed his hips back from the bed slightly, allowing
me to reach his genitals.  I began to rub and stroke his stiff little penis
now, so he could feel pleasure from both sides of his body.  While I
continued to masturbate him, I humped him from behind as well.  I'm not
sure which activity he enjoyed more, but his little hips were thrusting
back and forth, first to bury my dick deep inside of him, and then to slide
my fingers down his slender pole.  He was now moving like a man possessed,
and he gave way to his inbred instincts at this point, doing the horn dog
boogie.

Bryce was grunting and moaning as this went on, and I could tell when my
dick would glance off his prostate gland, because he'd give a little sigh
after the contact was broken.  Because of that, I began to get a little
more aggressive and I pounded a little harder into his tunnel of love.  It
was warm and fairly tight, seeing it had been a while since he had done
this last, and it was better than anything I had ever experienced before.
My blood was beginning to boil now, and my body was beginning to tingle, as
if someone had hooked hundreds of electrodes to my body, and now they were
sending small electrical currents through them at nearly the same time.  I
was now giving in to my animal instincts, and I was attacking Bryce's hole,
like a man dying of thirst digging for water.  I was surprised he wasn't
crying out in anger or pain, but he seemed to be enjoying it too, so that
just added to my aggressiveness.

I was losing all sense of connection to the world around me, now only
focused on my penis and the tight, moist cavern it was exploring, and there
was no reality beyond what was happening there.  I could now begin to feel
the juices rise from my testicles, trying to climb up the tubes in my
shaft, seeking to scald the lining of Bryce's intestinal tract.  Now I was
pumping harder, like a condemned man trying to dig his way from his cell,
and I could barely hear Bryce moaning beneath me.  Suddenly I drove my cock
deep inside of him, as it spit its first blast of cum deep inside his
bowels, and then I pumped a little more, to tease out the other spurts of
love juice that were waiting to follow.

I was kissing Bryce's neck and my hand was working frantically, pumping on
his young dick, trying to provide him with the same pleasure I was now
enjoying.  Suddenly he stopped rocking back and forth, and his body
stiffened, and now his spunk shot out of his rigid hose, coating the side
of my bedding in a creamy film.  He unleashed a couple of more volleys
before he was through, and now I slumped over his back, both of us nearly
spent, trying to recover enough to move again.  Once I regained enough
strength, I pulled out of him and then lifted him up on the bed, rolling
him onto his back.

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle.  That was awesome," he told me, in a soft, almost
breathless voice.

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

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

"Well, we will do it from time to time, but we won't overdo it.  I don't
want to wear you out."  He stared at me now, and gave me a disgusted look.

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

"Maybe not, but I would.  We'll save that for special occasions though, so
we will enjoy it more when we do it."

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

"Maybe, but you'll just have to wait and see about that."

Now that our discussion was over, I went and got a washcloth and a towel,
and then I cleaned both of us up, along with the side of the bed.  After
that had been completed, I hopped on the bed beside him, and we cuddled and
kissed for a while, before we took a little nap.  Just before he dozed off,
I heard Bryce make one final comment.  "I love you, Uncle Kyle, and I loved
what we did."

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

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

Over that same period of time, I also made sure to spend my evenings with
Bryce, playing games, watching television or movies, and we did find time
to get intimate once in a while.  Although I tried to limit this to mutual
masturbation and oral sex, I did give in to him about once a week and have
anal intercourse with him.  I'm not sure why he enjoyed that so much, but
it seemed that he did and it was something he looked forward to, and even
though I tried to limit how often we did it, I didn't see any reason now
why we should stop altogether.  Besides, I really enjoyed it too, and as
long as he was the one requesting it and it wasn't hurting him in any way,
I didn't see any harm.

At the end of that time, I also had to take Bryce back to the hospital, to
get new x-rays taken of his broken bones, and then go to the orthopedist,
who would decide if the casts could come off.  Bryce was really nervous
about this, as he wanted to get those casts removed so we could go back to
riding our bikes and so he could also take a more active role in making
love, when we did that.  He complained almost every time we did it that he
wished there was another position we could use, but with that leg cast on,
the one we used was about the only way I could think of.  I'm not sure if
he was wishing, praying, holding his breath, or all of those things at the
same time, when the doctor came in to see us.

"Hello, Bryce.  How are you feeling now?"

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

"Well, let's see what these x-rays tell me."  He put the x-rays up on his
lighted board and studied them for a few minutes, and then he turned toward
Bryce and made his announcement.  "Well, it looks like we can swap these
hard plaster casts for a removable type."

"What?  You mean I've still got to wear a cast?"

"Yes, but one you can put on and take off.  You only have to wear the one
on your leg when you're moving about, and the one on your arm during the
day.  If you're careful, you can take them off at night, when you go to
bed."

"But that means I can't ride my bike yet, or do things like that?"

"Only for another week or so, then you'll be able to get rid of those casts
too.  That won't be too bad, will it?"

"I guess not, but I was hoping they'd be off today."

"I gathered that, but you're almost done with this."

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

Bryce was pretty frisky when we left, seeing he was able to walk out on his
own.  I had brought his other shoe with us, just in case, and I had to
remind him that he still had to take it a little easy.  We were also shown
how to do some exercise on that leg and arm in between, to help strengthen
the muscles after such a long idle period, and Bryce promised to do them
every day.  Seeing he was in such a good mood, I took him out to eat lunch,
and then over to my office, so my secretary could see how he was doing.
She was glad to see him, and made a big fuss over him, and she knew of his
accident, just not the details of how it happened.  She still believed he
was my nephew, but she also knew he was going to be staying with me
permanently, so she just assumed it was due to family problems.  It also
didn't hurt that Bryce continued to call me Uncle Kyle, no matter where we
were.

Things didn't change much for us over those next several days, except that
we went out to eat more often, rather than my picking up take-home meals or
having things delivered to the house.  I liked that better too, having
people see us more as father and son, or uncle and nephew.  It made me
proud to think that we were related, even though it wouldn't be official
for a little longer yet.  I could still see the looks in peoples' eyes and
the smiles on their faces when they saw us interacting, and I knew that
they recognized the love we had for each other.

When the next orthopedic appointment arrived, it was late afternoon.  Bryce
had more x-rays taken and then we went in to see the doctor.  He checked
those x-rays over, tilted his head from side to side, and then he turned to
face us.

"Well, can I take them off now?" Bryce asked him.

The doctor looked Bryce in the eyes, and then smiled.  "Yes, I think you
can do without them now, but I want you to continue your exercises, until
your muscles are back to normal.  How does that sound?"

"It sounds great to me."  Now Bryce looked over at me and grinned.  "Can I
start riding my bike again too?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I suppose you can, if you promise to be careful.  I don't want to be
setting any more broken bones for you for a while."

"Okay, I'll be careful then."

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

"No, I don't think he'll need any.  Just don't let him get too out of
control."  After saying this, he looked at Bryce and winked.  "No trying to
be a wild man or super hero for now."

We left the doctor's office, and as we drove away Bryce had something to
say to me.  "Did you hear that, no more restrictions?"

"Yes, I heard what the doctor said."

"So, can we go for a bike ride tomorrow then?"

"Well, I don't see why not, as long as you feel you're up to it."

"Oh, yeah.  I'm up for that, and a whole lot more."  I wasn't sure what he
meant by that, but I thought it best not to ask, so I just let it drop.

Before we went home, we stopped to eat dinner, which was a quick affair.  I
think Bryce raced though his meal so we could get back home.  After we
pulled into our driveway and we got out of the car, Bryce spent most of his
time showing me that he could do everything he used to again.  First, he
took a tour around the outside of the house, and then he went inside and
climbed the stairs up to his room, and then he came back down, before he
asked me if we could go for a swim.  I thought that sounded like a good
idea too, so I said we could, and we walked out to the pool and began to
undress.  We swam for a long time, and it was also good therapy for Bryce's
atrophied muscles, not to mention that we both enjoyed it.

By the time we finished our little swim, we were both exhausted, so I
suggested we go to bed.  Bryce didn't fight me on that, so we went
upstairs, cuddled up together, and soon we were both asleep.  I slept like
a log, the first time in a long time, and thinking back upon it, I guess I
didn't allow myself to fall into a deep sleep while Bryce was recuperating.
There were actually two reasons for that, the first one being that I wanted
to hear him if he needed me during the night, and the second that I was
afraid I'd roll on part of him and do more damage.  Neither happened, and
now he was healed, so I finally was able to give in to my total fatigue.

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

Now the little shit began to raise and lower himself on my mast, and I just
watched as it would disappear, and then reappear from beneath him.  He kept
his eyes closed, his mouth open, and his head would kind of tilt from right
to left, and then back again.  He started off slowly, steadily increasing
his pace as time went on, and now he was riding me like he was busting a
wild bronco.  After I had adjusted to this new attention, I reached out and
took hold of his stiff dick, and I began to jack him, using the same pace
he was using on me.  He was awesome, and a real trooper, but he was also
very aroused.  He was the first to reach the brink of climax, and I could
feel his cock swell slightly, before strings of thin liquid came shooting
out of it, covering my chest.

As he went into orgasm, his rectal muscles clamped down on my engorged
penis, applying enough pressure to throw me over the edge too, and now I
shot my wad deep inside him, flooding his tender cavern.  He stayed like
that for quite some time, until my penis wilted and began to slide from his
rectum, and then all the juices I had pumped into him, began to drain over
my pubic patch.  Finally he opened his eyes, leaned forward to kiss me, and
then he was content to just lie upon my chest.  "Uncle Kyle," he told me,
"that was the best one yet."

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