Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2002 15:04:46 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 19

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                        Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 19 - It's only just begun.                 May 2002

Once we were back home, it didn't take us long to get back into a routine.
I went into work for a couple of days, just to make sure things were
running smoothly, and I was amazed what a great job my office manager had
done in my absence.  I praised her efforts, took her out to lunch that
first afternoon, and then I picked up a small gift to give her, in
appreciation of the great job she had done.  She asked me all about our
trip, and I told her what a great time we had and how well we had bonded on
that expedition, and she seemed pleased that everything went so well.  I
also explained to her that, since she did so well, I would now feel free to
take more time off over the remainder of the summer, so Bryce wouldn't be
completely alone for the entire time.  She told me that would be fine, and
that she enjoyed her new responsibilities, and I told her she'd be getting
another raise before Christmas.  That announcement pleased her even more,
so I knew things were cool on that front.

I also talked to my lawyer about where things stood on the legal front.  He
told me everything concerning Bryce had been taken care of and that his old
school records had been forwarded to our local school district.  When I
inquired about the other matters I had asked him to take care of, he said
they were also nearly completed, and there were only a couple of small
issues that still needed to be resolved.  I thanked him for all his effort,
and then he also asked how Bryce was doing, so I told him about our little
trip.  He seemed to think that had been a great idea, and he was pleased to
see that I was making time to do things just for Bryce, before he informed
me that this was one of the most rewarding cases he had ever worked on.  He
went on to explain that things didn't always turn out this smoothly, or
that both parties were seldom satisfied with the outcome, but he could tell
that both Bryce and I were enjoying this new arrangement, and he wished all
of his cases would end this well.  I thanked him again, for his help, his
encouragement, and his well wishes, and then I told him I'd keep in touch,
to let him know how Bryce was doing and to check on the progress of those
other matters.

Now my attention turned back to Bryce, and I tried to think of other things
we could do together.  Even though Bryce had never considered himself
athletic and had never really participated in many activities of that
nature before he came to live with me, he still seemed to like to try
different things, as long as there wasn't much pressure or expectation
placed upon his succeeding at it.  In an effort to find something more we
could do together, I decided to take Bryce to the driving range, to teach
him how to hit a golf ball, and I would also take him to the local tennis
courts and give him introductory lessons on how to play tennis.  When I
presented these ideas to Bryce, he seemed interested, but not overly
enthusiastic, so I told him he didn't have to do this, if he preferred not
to.  That's when he told me he didn't mind doing those things, especially
since we'd be doing them together, it was just that he didn't want to
disappoint me, if he didn't do well.  Once I explained to him that these
activities were just for fun and to give us something else to do with each
other, he suddenly got much more excited about participating with me.

Even if the talent wasn't there, Bryce seemed to enjoy the time we spent
working on his skills for these two sports, and he more than made up for
his lack of ability with the enormous amount of effort he put forth in
trying to do the best that he could.  When I thought he might be getting
frustrated with his progress and asked him if he'd just like to forget
about doing these types of things, he replied with a resounding 'NO',
informing me that he really was enjoying himself, but he also liked the
fact that I was the one teaching him what to do.  He explained that the
thing he liked most was that it allowed the two of us to be alone together,
and he said he didn't care what we did, as long as it was with each other.
I knew what he meant and how he felt, because that was exactly how I looked
at things, knowing that I was willing to do anything, as long as it
included Bryce.

Over the days that followed, we continued to work on perfecting his skills
at both of those sports, and I told him that once he was ready, I'd take
him golfing with me and we'd also play tennis against each other.  He liked
that idea a lot, so he worked hard to improve even more, and after just a
couple of weeks, I thought he was ready to try something new.  We began
with a tennis match of sorts, but I kept the volleys at medium force when I
returned them to him, to give him time to adjust to the real thing.  I also
tried to hit the balls close to where he could reach them, so he wouldn't
have to work very hard.  I did this because I didn't want him to get
discouraged about not doing well and give up, and I thought a little early
success could spur him to do even better.  He really blossomed under this
approach, returning my volleys successfully, as he began to understand and
enjoy the game.  Once he built up some confidence in his ability, he
started to get very competitive with me, making me struggle to get to some
of his returns, but I was relishing how much he seemed to be enjoying
himself during these times.

A few days later, I took him to one of the easiest golf courses in the
area, and we played nine holes together.  Again, his skills were still very
rough and he found it much different than the driving range, but his
competitive nature wouldn't let him give up and drove him to try to beat
me.  I just loved that fight in him, knowing that those instincts he
utilized were what had helped him survive through all the ordeals he had
faced before I found him.  I also realized these same instincts would give
him the edge later, when he went to work, as he'd always want to do better
than anyone else.  It's not that he would be driven to distraction, and I
knew he wouldn't resort to using any unethical tricks or dirty tactics, but
his desire to be the best would cause him to work twice as hard as anyone
else and propel him to the top of any field he chose to work in.

As Bryce's birthday grew closer, so did the start of school.  This
concerned Bryce a bit, as I knew he was apprehensive about how he'd fit in
at his new school and how the other students were going to accept him.  To
allay his fears, I took him to the school, not only to walk him around and
show him where things were, but we'd also stop anyone else we passed along
the way, from teachers, other school employees, or students, and introduce
ourselves to them.  We would talk with these people, explaining a little
about Bryce and that he would be attending this school now, and we'd try to
get to know about them too.  After visiting with them for a while, then
we'd thank them for their time, say good-bye, and tell them that we hoped
to see more of them in the future.  This seemed to help ease Bryce's
apprehensions, and he made a couple of new acquaintances using this
approach, but it was still too early for him to consider them to be his
friends, just yet.

Even though we continued our golf and tennis outings, I spent some of my
time trying to plan a birthday party for Bryce.  I knew he had never really
had a chance to enjoy these celebrations in the past, so I wanted to make
this something he would always remember.  The problem was, whom would I
invite?  Other than our lawyer and my office manager, he really didn't know
many people, though maybe I could also invite those two young acquaintances
he had made while we toured the school grounds.  I had to think this over
carefully, because I didn't want this party to be a bomb, which would cause
him to end up discouraged or depressed, but finally I came upon what I
thought to be a perfect solution, especially after talking to my lawyer and
inviting him to join us.

As the first day of school approached, even I began to get a little
apprehensive about how Bryce would do there.  I remember him telling me
about how rough his first days, weeks, and even months had been at some of
the new schools he had attended, and I didn't want this experience to
mirror any of those.  In order to ease the situation, I decided that I'd
invite a couple of the young boys he'd met to join us on a trip to the mall
on the Saturday before school began, so we could buy Bryce some new clothes
to begin school with.  The two boys accepted my offer, one asking if I'd
mind if his mother joined us, so they could do some back to school shopping
for him too.  When I told him that would be fine, we finalized our plans
for the trip and there was one more thing to help ease Bryce's transition.

I picked everyone up that Saturday, around 11 a.m., and I let the mother
sit in front with me, while putting the three rambunctious boys in the back
seat, so they could get to know each other even better.  We asked the boys
for suggestions about the best stores to shop in for school clothes, and we
were soon off for a couple of shops that they told us had 'really neat
stuff'.  The mother and I stood back and chatted a bit, as the boys checked
out the different displays of pants and shirts, and then they called us
over to see this one particular shirt they had found and liked
tremendously.  I told them each to select one, and it would be my treat,
and they all picked out a similar shirt, although they each wanted it in a
different color.  Then I had them each choose a pair of pants to go with
it, which turned out to be the same style jeans, so now each of the boys
had something more in common, and my purchasing the outfits for them made
it even more special for Bryce.  The mother did protest slightly, until I
explained that I wouldn't take no for an answer and that I could more than
afford to do this, so she politely thanked me and had her son do the same.

After a couple of hours of working our way through those two stores, we had
several outfits for Bryce, and the mother and her son had nearly as many.
I also bought another outfit for the other boy, and then I treated everyone
to lunch.  The mall had a nice restaurant in it, as opposed to all the
fast-food places, and we went in and had an enjoyable meal together.  This
also gave the mother and me more time to talk, while the boys discussed
their new acquisitions and the pair filled Bryce in about what his new
school was like. While the boys were chatting, I told the mother quietly
about Bryce's upcoming birthday, asking her if she'd mind if I invited her
son to join us, adding that no present was required.  She said that she
thought her son would love to attend, seeing how they had been with each
other so far, and she was the one who insisted this time, telling me that
her son would select something appropriate to give to Bryce.  I didn't
argue the point, seeing she had already bowed to my wishes on several other
issues, but I also asked her if she'd mind letting the other boy and his
parents know that he was invited too.  She told me she'd be glad to do that
for us, and I was pleased that I'd found boys his own age to attend his
party.  Now that those arrangements were taken care of, we finished our
meal and went off to peruse another store.

This time we went to a shoe store, where I purchased a pair of athletic
shoes, a pair of casual shoes, and a pair of hiking-style boots for Bryce,
giving him some choices to go with his clothing, depending on weather
conditions.  He seemed pleased with those selections, but I also bought
each of the boys a baseball cap too, allowing them to choose one with their
favorite team or logo on it.  As we dropped the others off, we told the
boys they were welcome to come visit us at any time, explaining to them
where we lived, and I told them our door was always open to them.  The
mother seemed impressed when she learned where our house was, as it was in
one of the best parts of town, so I figured she'd probably agree to let her
son come over in the future.

When we got home, Bryce thanked me for everything, particularly for buying
those few items for his 'new friends', as he put it, telling me that it
made him feel good that we did something nice for them too.  I made sure to
explain to him that I wasn't trying to buy him friends, that it was just my
habit to be generous and I enjoyed treating others, and he assured me that
he understood that, and that his friends did too.  He also told me it
certainly didn't hurt his chances of their being his friends now, as they
were also quite pleased with the things they got too.

When the first day of school arrived, I held my breath all day, even
leaving work early, so I could be home when Bryce got there.  He came in
all smiles and in a very upbeat mood, quickly telling me that he liked his
new school, he had made several more friends, and he thought he was going
to try out for the football team.  When I questioned him about the football
team, he informed me that his new friends, and some others he had met
today, were all going to play and he wanted to join them.  He said he knew
a little about football, but the other boys told him they'd help him too,
plus this was just a seventh and eighth grade team, so the boys were all in
his age group or younger.  I explained to him that if he went out for the
team, I expected him to stick it out until the end of the season, as I
didn't have any respect for people who joined the team, only to quit later.
I informed him that he would have to stay on the team for the entire
season, barring injuries, but then next year he could re-evaluate whether
he still wanted to compete again.  He said he understood what I was telling
him, so we left it like that.

He informed me that practice began the next afternoon, so I told him we'd
have to go to the mall again, this time to buy him a pair of football
cleats and a jockstrap, one that would also hold a protective cup.  He
chuckled when I mentioned the jock, saying he knew I'd worry about that
part of him, but I told him we'd also be buying him elbow pads and a
mouthpiece, so it wasn't just his lovely genitals I was so concerned about.
He laughed, and we got in the car, quickly finding and purchasing the other
items he would need, including a couple of practice jerseys he could wear.

The rest of that week went very well for Bryce, as he made more friends,
enjoyed his classes and teachers, and he liked being on the football team
with his buds, especially since that meant he got to see them all in the
shower afterward.  I soon heard stories from his new friends how Bryce was
always the first one in the shower, but the last one out, and they thought
he was the slowest kid in school.  However, I knew what he was up to,
giving himself time to check everyone else out.  He certainly wasn't dumb.

The following Saturday was also his party, and I had scheduled it to begin
around 1 p.m. and be a sleepover.  We'd have the party, have Bryce open his
presents, eat lunch (pizza and other goodies I'd ordered for everyone), and
later I'd take all the boys to watch the high school football team's first
game.  After that we'd return to our place, where the boys could camp out
in one of the rooms for the night, and I'd take them home the next morning.
Everyone thought that was a great idea, including their parents, so I think
we were all looking forward to it.

Just before 3:00 everyone began to arrive, and we welcomed them at the door
and thanked them for coming.  The first to arrive was my office manager and
her husband, closely followed by Bryce's two new friends and their parents.
We quickly introduced everyone to each other, and then we began a little
small talk, just before the doorbell rang again.  This was one of the first
surprises I had planned for Bryce, and when he opened the door, he was
greeted by Troy and his father.

"Wow, I didn't know you guys were coming?"

"Yep," Troy answered, "Uncle Kyle told us about this party before you left
our house, and we told him there was no way we'd miss this.  Besides, I get
to spend the night too."

"Really?  You're going to stay over?  And he told you about the party way
back then?  I didn't even know about this until after we were back from
that trip.  Man, he's really a big sneak!"

"Maybe, but I think it's great that he thinks that much of you to plan a
party like this."

"Yeah, I know that.  He's really been great to me."

Now we took this pair, introduced them to each of our other guests, and
then we just chatted some more, waiting for the last of our guests to
arrive.  I kept looking out the window, expecting them at any second, and I
was relieved when I saw them pull up in front of the house.

The last to arrive was our lawyer, bringing with him my last surprise for
Bryce.  When I saw him pull in the driveway, I told Bryce that he should
answer the door, but I went and stood behind him, so I could see his
reaction when he discovered who or what was there.  At first he didn't
react, as his senses hadn't yet registered what he was seeing, but when he
realized what awaited him, his mouth dropped open, his eyes bugged out of
his head, and he almost stopped breathing.  "Cam?  Steve?  Is that really
you?" he asked.

"Of course it is, silly," Cam told him.  "Do you know any other guys this
handsome?"

The three boys began to hug and Bryce began to pelt them with questions,
about how they had gotten out of the juvenile center, where they were
living, and things like that.  Once he gave them an opportunity to respond,
he was somewhat taken aback by their answers.  "We're not all too sure
about that either, but this guy said he was our lawyer and that he had
found us a place to live."

Bryce looked up and realized it was our lawyer that his friends were
referring to, and he began to piece together the puzzle.  "Are they coming
here to live?" he asked our attorney.

"Yes, Kyle has worked out a deal with social services, or should I say he
backed them into a corner, and we got them to assign all three of you boys
to live here."  Bryce began to hop around, shouting and hugging his two
friends, and then he whirled around and began to hug me too.

"How did you do this, Uncle Kyle?  How did you get them to let Cam and
Steve come live here?"

I just grinned at him, and the other pair, and then I thought I'd better
give them a quick explanation.  "You remember after your little accident
how I got them to let you come here to live?" I asked Bryce.  He nodded his
head vigorously.

"Well, I remembered your telling me about your friends here, so while I was
blackmailing them into letting me keep you, I added Cam and Steve into the
negotiations.  They are going to let all three of you live with me, so we
won't bring a lawsuit against them and we wouldn't leak word to the press
about how they had placed you and the other boys in such a terrible
situation."

Now he looked at me, thought about what I had just told him, and then he
asked his next question.  "Does that mean we'll all live with you and be
brothers?"  I merely nodded in response.  Now Bryce and the other two
started to hug each other and whoop and holler, letting us all know how
excited they were.  The other guests came out of the other room at that
point, to see what was going on, so I thought I'd better come up with a
cover story, to ease their suspicions.

"It's okay," I reassured them.  "These three just haven't seen each other
for a while and they're all very excited.  These are two of my other
nephews, and they just found out that they're going to be staying here with
me for some time too."  I thought this would ease their curiosity, give
some credence to my explanation, and let them know how the boys knew each
other, and it seemed to work like a charm.  The boys understood what I was
doing and started to cool it a bit, and now all three were calling me Uncle
Kyle.

The party now began, and it was a blur of activity, eating, and laughter.
Everyone seemed to have a good time, and all the boys began to get to know
each other better.  I had told Bryce, Cam, Steve, and Troy that there
should be no sex play with the other two around, as I wasn't sure how
they'd react to such things, and the boys understood and honored my
request.  Instead they just spent the entire day being boys.  After we ate,
had the cake and ice cream, and Bryce opened his presents, everyone but the
boys left, as they were spending the night.  I told the parents I'd bring
their sons home sometime Sunday afternoon, and they all said that would be
fine.

As the parents and other guests left, and I made sure Bryce thanked them
and was there to say good-bye.  He gave our lawyer an especially warm
farewell, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I think our
attorney was surprised by Bryce's response, but I could also tell that it
meant a great deal to him, and he told Bryce he'd be checking up on them
all, from time to time.  Now the other boys thanked him also, telling him
they had worried they'd never get out of that place, and he told them he
only took care of the legal issues and that I had thought out how to
reunite them all.  They told him that they still were grateful for all he'd
done, and then the three boys came over and stood with me as he left.

Once the boys were alone, they went outside to play some basketball, and I
stayed in the house to clean up.  After about an hour they came back
inside, laughing, joking, and all sweaty, and Bryce asked me if they could
all go swimming.  I reminded him that the other boys hadn't brought their
swimsuits, but he said he'd mentioned skinny-dipping to them and they all
seemed fine with the idea.  I told him that might be so, but I wasn't sure
how their parents might react if they found out that I'd let them all swim
nude in my pool.  I didn't realize those two boys were right behind me at
that point, and they suddenly promised me that they'd never tell anyone
else, so I wouldn't have to worry about it.  I turned and talked to them
about this for a couple of minutes more, to ease my own doubts about their
keeping this confidential, and then I finally agreed to let them do this.

I made sure they understood that I'd be out there to watch over things,
though I wouldn't be getting naked and joining them, as I thought that
might be going too far.  That didn't seem to bother or deter any of them
from wanting to do this, and I watched as they all stripped out of their
clothes, ran across the patio, and jumped into the waiting water.  I was in
heaven, watching all of these young naked bodies frolicking about, their
dicks swaying and bouncing as they made their way back and forth.  At first
our two newest members couldn't keep from checking out all the other boys,
and I took it that they hadn't been naked with others before, except maybe
in the showers for football, and they soon were sprouting erections, which
they promptly tried to hide.  After the other boys explained that boners
were only normal, and a couple of them popped stiffies too, they all
relaxed and began to forget about such preoccupations, so they could enjoy
their newfound freedom even more.

The boys splashed around in the pool, had races, and even had me throw them
in a ball to toss around.  I had more fun just watching them having a good
time, feasting my tired eyes on their gorgeous flesh, and the boys seemed
to take my presence in stride, without trying to hide their bodies or be
self conscious about being naked.  After an hour or so of being in the
pool, they all got out, dried themselves, and then lounged about on the
lawn furniture on the patio.  I thought some of the boys might want to get
dressed right away, but no one did, and I took it as a good sign that they
didn't feel a need to hide their bodies once the swimming was over.

The boys were laughing, joking, and talking about all kinds of things, when
the conversation began to turn to sex.  It was Bryce's two new friends who
had brought this up, as the other four had been under orders from me to
stay away from that topic, so Bryce, Cam, Steve, and Troy all glanced
nervously at me, to see what my reaction would be.  When I smiled and
winked at them, they understood it was all right, so they just followed the
other boys' lead, and casually they began to answer their questions.  I was
shocked that they did this with me present, as most boys usually only
broached such subjects when there were no adults around.  Either they
forgot I was there, or it didn't seem to make any difference to them, but
either way, I would stay and make sure it didn't go too far.

First the boys started talking about the differences between them, such as
length, thickness, and even the shape of the bulbous heads.  All of the
boys were circumcised, but they did even notice some differences in how
that was done, as their scars varied slightly in shape and location,
depending on how the procedure had been done.  Before long I was brought
into the conversation, as they had questions that they couldn't answer
themselves, and soon I had various penises thrust in front of me, as I was
asked about one thing or another about them.  One of the boys' slit was
located more on the underside than on the top, and they wanted to know
about that too, while another one's dickhead was more flat than
helmet-like.  After I explained the reasons for these things to them, they
seemed satisfied with my answers, and now they went on to talk about other
aspects of sex.

Our two curious friends brought up masturbation, although they called it
playing with themselves, and one of them said his grandparents had told him
he would go crazy if he did it too much.  Again they came to me, to get the
lowdown on such things, and I tried to give them the facts, but I explained
to them how many people either had poor knowledge about such things or they
would tell such stories to scare the kids from touching themselves too
much.  The boys seemed to understand, but they did ask many other
questions, and then began to ask the other boys if they had even done that
to anyone else, besides themselves.  The topic of mutual masturbation
caused the other four to look toward me again, to see if I wanted them to
respond, and I quickly let them know that since these boys had brought it
up, they were free to answer them.  I didn't put it in just those terms,
but they got my message.

The more they talked about such things, the more erections I kept seeing
popping up from time to time.  The two new boys seemed to be constantly
hard, and quite aroused by this discussion, but seeing they were the ones
initiating it, I didn't want to stop them and stifle their inquisitiveness.
Now that pair was bombarding me with questions, apparently questions they
didn't feel comfortable asking their own parents, but for some reason felt
okay with asking me.  Maybe it was because I was sitting outdoors with a
bunch of naked boys, in various stages of arousal, but now they wanted to
know if doing things with other boys would make them gay.  I told them that
many boys do things with other boys, at one time or another, and such
experimentation is natural and a part of growing up and learning.  I also
told them that they would only be gay if they decided that they ONLY
preferred to do things with other boys, even as they grew older, and I
think this put them even more at ease.

Next they asked me if I had done things with other boys, when I was their
age, and when I told them I had, it was as if I was suddenly one of them.
Now they wanted to know the kinds of things I'd done with my friends, how
often, and until I was how old.  I explained that some of this information
I considered personal, though I did give them various amounts of
information about each question, and now they seemed to relax even more
around me.  Finally one of them asked me if I'd mind if they tried some of
these things with each other, while they were here.

This made me a little nervous at first, as I didn't want word getting out
about such things, especially to DSS, but after many assurances from them
that what ever happened here would stay here, I finally agreed.  However, I
did lay down some ground rules for such things.  First, nothing would
happen unless both boys agreed that they wanted to do it.  No one was to
force anyone else into anything they were uncomfortable with.  Second, they
had to, as they promised, not talk about any of this where anyone else
might overhear them.  Third, this group would not do things outside of this
group, but if individuals did, they would not mention anything about any of
the others or what they had done with them.  I also told them they would
have to use protection when they did certain types of things, as this group
was becoming too large to maintain certain safety factors.

This led to a discussion of what things I was talking about, and now we
began to talk about oral sex, anal sex, sex with girls, and sexually
transmitted diseases.  The boys were all very attentive to the things we
discussed, especially the newcomers, and we talked about what it was like
to do such things, how to use a condom, and how to protect themselves from
disease and injury.  One of the boys asked how they would get condoms, and
I told him that I'd make sure there was a supply kept in the house for
their use, along with appropriate lubricants.  They thanked me for this,
but I reminded them that nothing would be done of that nature until they
had those items and those items were only to be used there, as they were
not to take any to use outside of my home.  They all agreed, and then they
wanted to know when they could try things with each other.

I told them that they could do this after the football game, but right now
we had to get ready to go there.  The boys seemed somewhat disappointed
that they couldn't get started now, but all of them seemed to want to see
their team play, so we loaded up in my car and headed off to the high
school field.  The first half was very exciting and quite close, and then I
took the boys over to the concession stand to get something to eat at half
time.  I had meant to feed them before we left, but that discussion had
sidetracked me until it was too late, so I felt they could eat enough here
to last them until we got back home.  They quickly filled up on hot dogs,
hamburgers, and more pizza, and then we went back to our seats to watch the
second half.

Our high school team came out fired up in the third quarter and just blew
the other team away.  By the start of the fourth quarter they had a
sizeable lead and there was probably no way the other team could catch up.
We watched a few more minutes of the game, but then the boys asked if we
could leave early, and I knew it was because they were itching to get back
up so they could fool around.  I told them I'd be happy to leave early, if
that's what they all wanted, and they unanimously agreed, so we went out to
my car.  The ride home was full of excitement and anticipation, and I think
all the boys were looking forward to what was going to happen next, and
they bolted from the car as soon as I parked it, and waited impatiently for
me by my front door.

Once inside they asked once more if it was okay, and I told them there were
three bedrooms upstairs that they could use, as long as they behaved
themselves and followed the rules.  I then also advised Cam and Steve that
I would convert my office back into a bedroom tomorrow, so they could each
have their own room, but informed them that there was a bed in there now,
just that I had my desk and computer crammed in there too.  Both boys told
me that it wouldn't be necessary to go to all that trouble for them, as
they wouldn't mind sharing a room, but I told them that I'd move the office
furniture and equipment into my bedroom, because I knew there would be
times everyone would want their privacy.  I also told them I'd make sure
they each had access to the internet, by putting a computer in the family
room for their use, but for now we'd all share the one computer.

As the boys started upstairs, to have their fun, Bryce came over to me,
with a look of concern on his face.  "Does this mean that we won't be
sharing a bedroom any more?" he wanted to know, his eyes very moist at this
point.

"No, Bryce, it doesn't mean that, but I think you all should have your own
rooms anyway.  There will be times when you might want to come in and spend
the night with me, and that will be all right, as long as we've agreed upon
it beforehand."

"But I want to spend every night with you.  I still love you."

"And I love you too, but I'm sure there will be other nights you might want
to spend with Cam or Steve as well.  You don't have to feel obligated to
spend all your evenings with me."

"I don't, but I don't want to be kicked out like this either."

"I'm not kicking you out."

"It sure seems that way.  I love Cam and Steve too, but you're the one I
want to be with.  Please don't tell me that isn't OUR room any more."

"Hey, Bryce, I'm definitely not telling you that, but don't you think some
day you'll want to be with someone your own age, instead of an old geezer
like me?"

"You're not an old geezer and YOU are the one I want to be with.  I've
never wanted anything more.  I knew I had to have my own room, to make sure
it looked okay to other people, but I don't want to have to spend all my
nights in there."

"Don't worry about that now.  We'll work something out down the road, but
for now, let's play this by ear.  I don't want Cam and Steve to feel like
outsiders here either, but I also don't want them to feel that they have to
have sex with me just because they live here."

"Oh, I don't think they'll feel they have to, but I do think they will want
to do it anyway."

"Well, I don't want you to say anything to them about any of this.
Whatever they do or decide to do, I want it to be their idea, not yours or
mine.  I'm not sure I'm ready to do this with them yet.  I'm still not sure
that I should have let Troy talk me in to having sex with him either."

"Uncle Kyle, just relax.  We're all cool with you, and I know Troy and I
liked having fun with you like that.  Knowing Cam and Steve as I do, I'm
sure they will too."

"Well, just don't go and try to instigate anything between us.  Okay?"

"If that's the way you want it, Uncle Kyle, but I think you're being silly.
I know they'll want to please you as much as I do, and to have you make
them feel as good as you make me feel."

"Well, I want to approach this slowly.  I'm still kind of overwhelmed by
all this, but I didn't want to leave Cam and Steve in that facility any
longer than they needed to be there.  Now that they're out, I feel better,
but I'm a bit confused."

"Thanks for doing that, Uncle Kyle.  I know you got them out for me, but we
all thank you for doing that."

"I know you do, but why don't you run along and join your friends.  I'm
sure they're wondering where you are, about now."

Bryce ran along, and I didn't see the boys again for over an hour.  When
they came back downstairs, they were still naked, but no one had an
erection, so I took it they were all sexually satisfied for now.  I didn't
inquire as to what they did, though I just asked them if they were all okay
with what had happened, and I just got a bunch of silly grins and verbal
reassurances that no one had any problems with what had just happened.
Bryce later informed me that it was basically a lot of mutual masturbation,
and a few lessons on oral sex with his two newest friends, as they wanted
to see what that was like too.  They both received a blowjob and tried to
give one, though they weren't all that keen on the latter.  I had prepared
something more for them to eat while they were upstairs, so I let them chow
down again.

They were all pretty tired by now, but they still wanted to watch a video.
They decided on a horror movie, though I'm not sure why, other than boys
seem to like to be scared to death, so they can prove how brave they are to
their friends.  Well, I put the video on for them and went about setting up
the bedrooms for Cam and Steve, moving my office equipment out of the one
spare bedroom and into my own room.  Seeing I had phone jacks in each of
the bedrooms, it wasn't difficult, and soon I had a bedroom prepared for
each of my new guests.  When I went back downstairs to check on the boys,
some had already fallen asleep and the others were on their last legs.  As
soon as the movie ended, I herded them up to the bedrooms, letting them
decide who went where, and I tucked them all in, before I went in to sleep
on my own bed.

I probably wasn't in bed for more than an hour before I felt Bryce slide in
beside me.  I was going to confront him about this, but I decided against
it, and instead went back to sleep.  By the time I woke up the next
morning, all six boys were in bed with me, some having pulled the bottom of
the blankets out from being tucked in, and they had scooted their bodies in
between the others, and now they were intertwined with those at the other
end.  As I counted noses and began to get out of bed, the other boys began
to awake, and they asked me to stay in there with them for a while longer.
Reluctantly I agreed, still afraid of what might be said or what would
happen if anyone else found out about this, but Bryce stayed cuddled up
against me, and Steve got out of bed, walked over to my side and got in
beside me too.

I wasn't sure what to expect when he did this, but he hugged me and kissed
me on the cheek, and then he thanked me for letting him and Cam come to
live with me.  "Hey, it isn't that big of a deal," I told him.

"It is to Cam and me, because we'd still be in that place if you hadn't
agreed to let us come here.  I couldn't believe it when the lawyer told me
we had a home to go to."

"Well, we were able to get DSS to agree to it."

"Yeah, the lawyer told us what you did.  I thought that was pretty funny.
You had them by the balls, and they knew it too."

"Well, they did mess up, where you boys were concerned.  I just wasn't
about to let them get away with that."

"And when he told us Bryce was here too, that was just too much."

"Well, I thought you boys deserved to be together.  After all, you did take
care of each other and try to protect each other when you could."

"Yeah, but we didn't do too good at that, did we?"

"You did as well as you could.  I'm surprised you lasted as long as you
did, to tell you the truth.  You boys are all pretty amazing."

"You are too.  Not everyone would agree to let us come live with them like
this."

"Well, Bryce and I hit it off, and I knew how much you two meant to him, so
it was the least I could do for all of you."

"But you didn't even know us or know much about us, just what Bryce had
told you.  So why would you agree to let us come here to live?  I mean, we
do have police records and all, and we did sell ourselves to different
men."

"You boys only did what you had to do to survive, and I'd never hold that
against you or fault you for that.  You'll never hear me mention that or
ask you to do any of those things in the future."

"Even if we wanted to?"

"Well, I don't mind if you do those things with the other boys, but I don't
want you going around selling your services any more.  I'll provide the
things you need, so you won't have to do that any longer."

"But I meant, what if we wanted to do them with you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that, so I just told him I'd have to think
about that, and then he cuddled up against me and we all fell back to
sleep.  No one would wake up again for over another hour.

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