Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2002 20:11:21 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 20

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                       Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 20 - Everything comes together.           May 2002

The next morning I fixed all the boys breakfast, after we untangled
ourselves from my bed, and then I let the boys play and swim some more
before I drove them home.  Once I dropped Troy and the other two off with
their parents, I took the other three back home, so we could start
adjusting to being a family.  I explained to them what chores would need to
be done around the house, and the boys were happy to split those duties up
amongst themselves, and I knew at once this would work out as well as it
had with just Bryce and me living there.  Cam and Steve were both eager to
please, and they both became instantly affectionate with me, never thinking
twice about giving me a hug or a kiss, or about calling me Uncle Kyle, like
Bryce did.

Sunday afternoon I took them out to do some shopping, to bulk up their
somewhat pathetic wardrobes, and they, like Bryce had before, were hesitant
about letting me buy all those things for them.  I thought most boys would
try to take advantage of someone willing to buy them all sorts of things,
but they each tried to watch how much I spent on them, telling me they
would be happier with cheaper items, though I insisted they got the better
merchandise instead.  By the time we had finished, they each had clothes
for school, clothes for special occasions, and clothing for play and casual
use.

When we got home, both boys thanked me, hugged me, and gave me a kiss, and
when I went into the family room and sat down to watch a little television
with them, I had Cam sitting tightly against me on one side, and Steve
doing the same on the other.  Even though I knew Bryce loved both these
boys, as well as me, I could see he was getting a little jealous, and soon
I had him sitting in my lap, not to be outdone or left out.  I think Cam
and Steve realized what was happening, and they apologized to Bryce, but
that only made him feel bad about being jealous of them, and soon they were
all apologizing to each other.  I knew things might not always go this
smoothly, but the other two were now more than willing to bow to Bryce's
position as being the first one there, but Bryce also realized that he
needed them, as well as me, so he'd make adjustments of his own, so we
could all be happy together.

Once things had settled down a bit, I took the boys up and let them choose
which room they wanted.  Bryce decided that he would take the smallest of
the three bedrooms, instead of the one he had before, across the hall from
my room, as he announced that he'd be spending most of his time in with me
anyway.  The other two got a chuckle out of that, as they knew it was
Bryce's attempt to mark his territory and his way of letting them know that
I was his, but they were very good about humoring him about that, as they
bowed to his seniority in the household.  Steve got the next choice of
rooms, as he was the older of the other two, and he chose the room that had
once been my office.  Cam took the remaining room, and now everyone settled
in and put their things away.

The boys asked me to play basketball with them, after we finished getting
their rooms arranged, so I did.  They pitted Bryce and me against them,
knowing Bryce probably wouldn't handle it well if he wasn't on my team.
Man, I forgot how much energy teens had, and seeing these three were now
13, 14, and 15 and in their physical prime, I soon became winded and
couldn't deal with all the physical exertion.  Seeing how I was faring, the
boys took it easy on me, so I could continue to play with them for a little
longer.  Once we concluded our game, the boys wanted to take a swim, but
this time they wanted me to join them.  We all went in and stripped down to
get in the pool, and this was the first time either Cam or Steve had seen
me naked.  I was a little self conscious around them, as I knew about their
past and worried that they would feel they had to do certain things for me
in return for my taking them in, but so far they didn't seem to move in
that direction.

We began to horse around in the pool, with the boys trying to dunk me and
me flipping them over my shoulder or dunking them instead, and a few times
their penises would come into contact with my body.  At first it was all
pretty harmless, but then I realized they were beginning to grind
themselves into me when they tried to grab me or dunk me, until Cam boldly
reached out and grasped my family jewels, playfully.  I got out of the pool
at this point, not sure what to say or do, and Cam panicked and followed me
out, apologizing if he had hurt me doing that.

"Cam, you didn't hurt me, so don't worry about that."

"Then what's the matter?  Did it bother you that I touched you there?"

"I guess maybe it did."  I wasn't sure how I was going to explain this to
him, so I tried to think what I was going to say next, but he didn't give
me a chance to say more.

"But Bryce said you and him were lovers, so I didn't think you'd mind.  I'm
sorry if I was wrong."

"Cam, I'm not sure what Bryce told you, and yes, I have done things with
him, but I didn't want you or Steve to feel you had to do things like that
with me too."

"Well we don't, and I was just playing around.  I didn't mean to make you
mad."

"I'm not mad, I just wasn't sure how to handle what happened.  I took you
boys in to give you a fresh start and allow you to be young men, and not
sex objects, so it bothered me when I started to get aroused when you
grabbed me like that."

"You did?  I didn't notice."

"Well, that doesn't matter, it's just that you boys weren't brought here to
take care of my sexual needs or be my sex slaves."

"We know that, but Steve and I enjoy messing around with older guys once in
a while, and we've talked about this, and we both really like you.  We
don't want to mess up what you and Bryce have going on, but we wouldn't
mind some action once in a while too, as long as you and Bryce can handle
that."

"I'm not sure if this is such a good idea, Cam.  I'm trying to protect you
boys, not take advantage of you."

"Are you taking advantage of Bryce?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then you won't be taking advantage of us either.  If Steve or I do
anything with you, it will be because we want to, not because we have to.
We understand what you're trying to do for us, and we appreciate it, but
remember, we're not normal boys.  We've had sex before, and lots of it,
with men and other boys, so anything we do with you will be because we want
to do it and because we enjoy what we're doing.  You don't have to feel bad
or guilty about it, but just don't tell us we can't do it.  Please let us
make that choice for ourselves."

"You do have a point, and that's what I've done with Bryce, but I'll
probably have to talk things over with him first, because I don't want to
hurt him either."

"No, you don't, Uncle Kyle," came a voice from behind me.  I turned to find
Bryce and Steve there, and they had obviously heard what had just
transpired between Cam and myself.  "I love you, but I love both of these
guys too.  You showed me that you can love me and still let me do things
with other boys, so I guess I can I can be grown-up enough to let you have
fun with Cam and Steve too.  Steve and I talked this over, while you and
Cam were first talking, and I told him I wouldn't mind what they did with
you.  I think we can all have fun with each other, don't you?"

"Well, I guess I'm becoming more open to the idea all the time."

"Then how about we go up to your room and have some fun," Steve suggested.

"All of us?"

"Sure, why not?  I think the three of us could show you some new tricks.
Remember, we're not first timers at this."

"Yes, I know that, but I still have trouble accepting that fact, seeing how
young you boys are.  I can understand it mentally, but when I see you, I
just see three teenagers, and I still have trouble admitting the truth of
what you say."

"Hey, don't feel bad about what we've been through, because not all of it
was bad.  We've learned lots of things and we've enjoyed a lot of what has
happened, but yes, there were other things that weren't so great.  What is
great is that you've taken us in to live with you, so now we can do what we
enjoy and forget about all those other things.  So, can we go upstairs and
have some fun?"

Man, how can a kid so young think so clearly and be so persuasive?  I'm not
sure I was that smart at his age, but then again, I was kind of sheltered.
By now all three boys were begging with me to join them, trying to make
sure I didn't say no, so I just nodded my head and they began to drag me up
the stairs.  When we got to my room, they made me lie on the bed and then
the three of them began to do things to me at the same time, putting my
body on complete overload.

Steve started by kissing me, giving me a very passionate open mouth kiss,
letting his tongue dart around my mouth.  I returned the favor, letting my
tongue dance with his, before I began to suck on his tongue, as if it was
his penis sliding in and out between my lips.  While Steve and I were
engaged in this pastime, Cam and Bryce were working on my chest and
nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling on those tiny nubs as if I were
their nursemaid.  I could also feel hands roaming over my body, and someone
was stroking my manhood, though I couldn't be sure who was doing that.

I was squirming and moaning like a whore in heat, and my body was tingling
like it had never tingled before.  I felt as if my body was on fire and
being jolted with tiny electrical shocks intermittently, because these boys
really knew how to get a guy all worked up.  About that time Steve stopped
kissing me and straddled my chest, putting his beautiful cut cock right in
front of me.  Of course this made the other two stop working on my nipples
as well, but I still felt someone playing with my penis, as I began to lick
up the sides of Steve's pulsing member.

As I began to nibble on his spongy head, slide my tongue along his piss
slit, and then slip my mouth over his turgid member and down the shaft, I
realized my own dick had been greased up and someone was lowering himself
on it.  I let Steve's rod fall from my mouth, so I could stretch out and
look around his waist, only to discover that Cam was the one impaling
himself on my mast.  As he began to lift himself up and down on my
blood-engorged member, I went back to sucking off Steve, enjoying his fine
piece of boy flesh, while I felt my juices begin to boil in my loins.

I wasn't sure what Bryce was doing at this point, while the other two were
giving themselves to me, but I knew that I'd make this up to him, once I
was finished with the other two.  As I was bobbing back and forth on
Steve's woody, I was playing with his testicles, rolling them about in his
sac and tugging at them every now and then, to keep him from spraying his
load too soon.  Steve was apparently enjoying this, as his hips began to
buck, and he started to take over supplying the momentum needed to get him
off.

While Steve was working closer to feeding me his load, Cam was riding me
like a pro, tensing his rectal muscles at all the right times, and slowly
milking me, like a cow on a milking machine.  Out of the corner of my eye I
looked in the mirror on my dresser, and I could see Bryce was kissing Cam
as he rode me, and I was relieved to know that he wasn't being left out of
this activity entirely.  Cam was really working me now, and I knew he was
angling my entry so my penis would brush against his love button, because I
could hear him moan and sigh each time I felt it brush against that
leathery knob.

I could tell that Steve was almost there now, as he was beginning to grunt
and take shorter breaths, and his rhythm had picked up noticeably.  Now he
was really assaulting my mouth, seeking his release, and his firm, yet soft
pole glided effortlessly past my lips and toward my throat.  Now I began to
feel his penis swell in my mouth, and I could sense his testicles pulling
up toward his body, as I held them in my hand, just as the first volley of
his cream slammed into the back of my throat.  Just as that happened, he
pushed his cock in, as far as it would go, as he fired off his second and
third blasts, and then I pulled back on it slightly, so I could catch his
remaining shots on my tongue.  Once he had emptied his balls into my mouth,
he began to collapse on top of me, but I guided him onto the bed beside us
instead.  He was breathing in very shallow breaths yet, still reacting to
his recent orgasm, so I let him enjoy his afterglow, as I focused on Cam.

He too had picked up his pace by this point, and I could feel my juices
flowing and beginning to rise up my shaft.  My own hips were beginning to
bounce up and down on the bed, to meet Cam's movements, and we had a good
rhythm going now.  I could tell that Cam was enjoying this nearly as much
as I was and he had pushed Bryce away, so he could concentrate on what he
was doing to me.  Bryce now moved back to my chest, where he began to suck
on one of my nipples again, but then he moved up to my mouth, and we began
to kiss.  I felt his tongue tracing the outline of my lips, but I was too
far-gone to focus on what he was doing, but I did open my mouth, so he
could do whatever he wanted.

It was about this time when I reached that point of no return, knowing I
was about to paint Cam's innards with my cum, so I drove my penis up into
him, as far as it would go, and let loose with the first blasts of my hot
seed.  Cam moaned and then made a weak cry, as my load entered him, and
then he began to bounce even faster on my erupting cannon, trying to not
only suck out the remaining juices, but to bring himself off as well.  A
few more bounces with my cock striking his prostate, and Cam spewed his
load out on my chest and belly, once again causing him to pant, swoon, and
then collapse on my chest, forcing Bryce to move yet again.  By now my cock
was beginning to wilt, slowly pulling free of Cam's love tunnel, and we
both tried to regain our senses after that marvelous climax.

I wasn't sure where Bryce went to at that point, until I felt him lifting
my legs, so he could position himself to enter me next.  I pulled Cam
higher up on my body, so he wouldn't interfere with Bryce's pleasure, and
Bryce slid his penis into me, before he began to thrust like a man trying
to drill his way out of prison.  Watching the others must have made him
very horny, causing him to need to get off quickly, so he began to pump
into me faster than ever before.  It didn't take him long to reach the edge
of the cliff, so to speak, and spill his treasure into the cavern below,
and now I felt his love coating my bowels, and he gurgled and sighed until
the last of his seed had been emptied into me.  Now I urged him to crawl up
and lie by my left side, so there I was with Bryce on my left, Cam on top
of me, and Steve off to my right.  How lucky could a guy get?

Once the boys returned to their senses, they thanked me for that love
making session, and I responded that it was I who should be thanking all of
them.  After that they all wanted to know if they could sleep with me
tonight, so I told them they could, as long as this didn't become a habit.
They giggled at that, saying they weren't sure they could keep that promise
with me, but they'd try to give me some time alone.  Bryce stayed on my
left side, but Cam slid off my body, between Steve and me, so I said good
night to them, before they decided that they all had to give me a very
passionate good night kiss, and then we cuddled together to sleep.

The next morning, over breakfast, I talked to the boys about what had
happened the previous evening.  I wanted to make sure that they were all
okay with it, and they each assured me that they were.  They told me that
they had enjoyed that as much as any sexual experience they had ever had,
because it was purely out of love and gratitude by both parties, and didn't
have anything to do with money or survival.  This made me feel good in a
way, though I still wasn't certain that this activity should ever be
repeated, but the boys kept reassuring me that they enjoyed what had
happened and were looking forward to doing it again.  I couldn't deny that
I had those same thoughts myself, though I still wanted to make sure that I
wasn't just becoming a replacement for their former foster father, who
pimped their services to make a living for himself.  Once I differentiated
his making money off what the boys did, to the realization that the boys
had initiated this encounter, I concluded there was a difference and
possibly I wasn't harming them, as the other man had done.  I'm not sure I
could have lived with myself if I thought I was hurting them in any way.

After breakfast I took all the boys to school, armed with the legal papers
making me their guardian and the school records that our attorney had
retrieved on each one of them.  Once I had the boys enrolled and safely on
their way to class, I went to work, to get back into my routine.  My office
manager commented about my other 'nephews', asking why I was suddenly being
thrust into the role of parent, especially the difficult job of having
teenage sons.  I merely explained that our family was going through some
very rough times right now, which greatly affected the children more than
the adults, and seeing I had always gotten along so well with my nephews,
they had asked to come live with me.  Seeing I had the money, the room, and
the connection with the boys, their parents agreed that might be best for
now, so for the time being I would have three teenagers to take care of.
She accepted that explanation, though not before questioning what kind of
problem it could be that would cause parents to send their children away,
and I merely responded that they were a combination of health and monetary
difficulties, and she seemmed to accept that and let it drop.

Over the next few weeks, the boys and I became very close.  Although things
weren't entirely perfect during that time, and I would occasionally have to
chastise them for not doing their chores or prod them into getting their
homework done, there were no major problems during this adjustment period.
I think that most of it was just to test me to see how firm I would be with
them, using that as a gauge to see if I really did care about them.  Once
they discovered that I wasn't about to let certain things slide, and I
always forced the issue, not out of anger, but out of concern, they began
to accept the fact that we were now indeed a family.  Even Bryce had been
caught up in some of these situations, as he also questioned whether he
meant as much to me now, as he did before the others arrived, but he
finally concluded he did, and he gave up trying to test my devotion to him.

The boys actually began to flourish now, not only doing well in their
class-work, but also getting involved in other types of things.  They
happily joined sports leagues, though they acknowledged that they weren't
really good enough to compete on the school teams, but they did have a good
time just being boys.  They also took up music lessons in school, each
trying to learn to play an instrument, fantasizing about having their own
band one day.  Although the instruments they were taking in school weren't
the ones they planned to play if they had a group, they used them to learn
the basics of music and see if they had any musical ability.  I told them
that if they succeeded there, I'd pay to get them private lessons on
whatever instrument they wanted, which only added to their excitement.
They had agreed to my plan, and they worked hard practicing whenever they
had free time, trying to get proficient with their first instrument of
choice.

The boys also began to get involved in other activities too, often taking
parts in school productions or somehow involving themselves in the extended
company.  At times they helped to make sets, helped with props or costumes,
or helped run the lighting for a play or musical.  They began to make
friends and form other attachments, and they even tried their hand at
seeing if they had any attraction to the opposite sex.  They met with
varying degrees of success and satisfaction with this effort, and we all
concluded that none of them were what anyone would consider straight.  At
best, they might be bisexual, but they all enjoyed their sessions with each
other or me too much to ever want to give any of that up.  I truly believe
in my heart that they will each end up with another guy, though they had to
see how green the other side of the fence was, before they made any
long-term commitments.

After many talks with the boys, sorting out our true feelings about what we
were doing, I finally agreed with them that we loved each other too much to
put too many restrictions on it.  Most of the time one of them would join
one of the others or me for the evening, so we could show each other how
much we did love him.  Sometimes it wouldn't even get sexual, and we'd just
give each other a massage or just cuddle and maybe kiss a little, but there
were other times when no holds were barred.  Sometimes we even had group
sessions, like we did that first night, and then there were other times
when the boys would want to be alone with their other friends, including
the two who had joined us for Bryce's birthday.  They tended to be fairly
frequent visitors to our home, and they and the boys had some good times
together, though I made sure that I stayed out of those sessions.  I didn't
mind loving my own boys, but I didn't want this to evolve into my taking
advantage of every boy who wandered into my home.  Some of those other boys
did ask me to do things with them, or offered to do things for me, but I
turned them down, saying I thought it best if they kept to others in their
own age group.

All the boys continued to call me Uncle Kyle, but I really felt as though I
were truly their father.  We talked about all kinds of things, including
using drugs, alcohol, or tobacco, having sex or various other activities
and fads, and about their future, but we also spent time together doing fun
things too, like going camping, fishing, attending sporting events, shows,
or movies, and even my teaching them new activities, like woodworking,
computers, and sports.  We were bonding on so many levels, and we began to
have so much in common, that I began to wonder if it would have worked out
as well if these my own sons, flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood.  I
tended not to analyze this for long, because it didn't really matter, and I
was determined to enjoy this for what it was, a man bonding with his boys,
biological or not.

My lawyer checked in with me from time to time, seeing how we were making
out, and we did have to go through unannounced visits from DSS for the
first year, to determine the fitness of my home.  We did have a couple of
close calls with them, like the one afternoon when we were all swimming
nude in the pool.  The doorbell had rung, and I slipped on my trunks and
grabbed my towel to answer it.  Fortunately Bryce had peeked in, to see who
was there, thinking it might be his friends coming over for a visit, and he
was able to warn the others to grab and put on the spare swimsuits they
kept out in the tool shed, just in case we had unexpected company.  By the
time I led the DSS caseworker back there, the boys were dressed and racing
in the pool.  I had held my breath up to this point, hoping they would be
prepared, but I should have known that these little devils were always
one-step ahead of me.  The caseworker made her investigation, gave us her
approval for that visit, and we moved one step closer to becoming an
official family.

The other time we had a close call was on a Saturday.  The boys had had
some friends over on Friday night, and they had messed around in their
rooms before they went to bed, and out of the blue a DSS caseworker showed
up that Saturday morning.  I was up and doing things downstairs when the
doorbell rang, but the boys were still up in their rooms, sleeping in,
after staying up so late to have fun.  There was no way I could leave the
woman to warn them, and she began her tour of the house.  I held my breath
as we headed upstairs, but the doors to the boys' rooms were closed and I
told her that I respected the boys' privacy and we'd have to knock before
entering, and she agreed.

We had gone to Cam's door first, and I had no idea what to expect, but when
he opened the door, he and one of his friends were sitting in shorts and
tee-shirts playing video games.  She walked around the room to check it
out, and then we went over to Bryce's room and knocked.  He and his friends
were also dressed, and they were chatting with another friend on the
computer, and their IM was there for her to read.  I know she did glance at
what was on the screen, but it was all about school and their classes, so
she quickly walked around and then moved on to the last room.  Steve had
also been prepared, and he and his friends were listening to some of his
CD's, which he quickly turned down when we entered.  She again looked
around, before going to check out my room, and then we went back
downstairs, before she left.

I was amazed that all the boys had been dressed and doing acceptable
activities, as I was sure we'd catch at least one group in a compromising
position, so I went back upstairs to question them on how we had been so
lucky.  It turned out that Steve heard the doorbell ring, got up and looked
out his window, and he noticed the county car.  He raced around to the
other two rooms, warning the rest of the boys, and our tour of the first
floor gave them time to dress, clean up their rooms, and set up some sort
of neutral activity before she got there.  I thanked them for their
diligence and quick thinking, but they told me they had more to loose than
I did, so it benefited them to be on their toes as well.  I thanked them
again, and we had several good laughs about this over the next few weeks,
thinking about what she might have discovered if Steve hadn't been on
guard.

Holidays become another special time for us, though some more than others.
When Halloween came around, I let the boys dress up and I took them
trick-or-treating to the homes of my friends and acquaintances.  Although
some might have considered them too old for this type of activity, I knew
that they had missed out on such opportunities when they were younger, so I
wanted to give them a chance to enjoy this obscure celebration.  I had
explained this in advance, to those whose homes I was taking them to,
though I gave them a contrived explanation about why the boys had been so
deprived.  All of the people I dealt with seemed to accept my reasoning,
and then made a big deal out of the boys being at their homes, so the boys
had a good time and collected enough sweets to last them for a couple of
months.

Thanksgiving was another real special time for us, as we all felt that we
had much to be thankful for this year.  As I wasn't into spending all of my
time cooking for the holiday, I made reservations at one of our finer
restaurants, and the boys and I dressed up and prepared to go out to eat.
Before we left, I just asked the boys if they'd mind taking a moment to say
what there was about the past year that they had to be thankful about, and
after thinking about this request for a minute or two, they agreed to do as
I asked.  Bryce wanted to go first.

"I know the three of us probably will say pretty much the same thing, but
I'm thankful that I met Uncle Kyle and he agreed to let me live here.  For
the first time in my life I feel wanted and loved, and I don't have to
worry about what I touch, what I do, or how much I eat.  I can be myself,
have fun, and I know he'll love me, even if I foul up and make a mistake.
Thank you, Uncle Kyle.  You're the bestest ever."

Needless to say I was a little teary-eyed after hearing that, and I hugged
Bryce and gave him a big kiss.  Then Bryce sat in my lap as we turned to
listen to Steve tell us what he had to be thankful for.  "I pretty much
agree with Bryce, though I have a few more things to add.  First, I'm
thankful that I can now just have sex with people that I want to have sex
with, and I don't have to please a bunch of dirty old men just to get
enough money to eat with.  I'm also thankful for getting out of that
detention center, because I thought I was going to be there until I was
twenty-one.  When I heard that I'd have to stay there until they found an
acceptable home for me, I thought 'who would take in someone with my past,
unless they were like some of my other foster families?'  That wasn't a
very pleasant thought for me.  I couldn't believe it when the lawyer showed
up and said he had found a home for me, and then I learned Cam was going
there too.  It got even better when we found Bryce here, but the best part
of all was that Uncle Kyle really wanted us here and he wasn't looking to
get anything from us.  I'm not saying he doesn't get anything from us," and
he paused here to give me a wicked little grin, "but we give him that
because we love him too and we really want to do that with him.  I think
that day will always be my luckiest day of all."

Now my eyes were even moister than they had been before, and I knew we
still had Cam to get through.  He stood up and looked at all of us, and
then he began to speak.  "I'm not sure what I can add to what the other
guys have already said, but they're both right.  The day we met Uncle Kyle
was the best thing that ever happened to any of us and the one thing we
will always be thankful for.  I know the other guys had been in some pretty
shitty homes too, but I was in one where the guy liked to beat me, another
where the guy didn't want to feed me, so he could keep all the money they
paid him to take care of me to buy his own crap, and the one we were all
in, where we were forced to have sex with any grubby old guy who came in.
Uncle Kyle, I'll have sex with you any time you want to, but I want you to
know that every time we do it, I'm only doing it because I love you and
want to thank you for saving me from going to another place like the ones I
had been in.  You are totally awesome, and I love you more than I did my
own parents, and that will never change."

Wow!  Now the tears were actually running down my cheeks, and all three
boys came over to hug me and kiss me, seeing how emotional I had become
over what they had said.  Once I regained my composure, I knew it was my
turn to speak.  "Until you three boys came into my life, I was all caught
up in the usual success chasing that most people in this country go
through.  Most people think that in order to be considered a success, they
have to have a great job, make lots of money, and own many things.  Even
though I have those things, I realize now that I wasn't truly successful
and happy until the three of you came into my life.  I could have spent the
rest of my life expanding my business and raking in the cash, but I would
have been poorer for never knowing you, never understanding how much family
and relationships can mean, and never enjoying the quality time we have
come to spend with each other.  Although you boys will eventually grow up
and move on with your lives, I know I shall always be richer for having had
you in my life.  I'm not saying that we won't always be a part of each
other's world or that we won't always stay in touch, but some day you might
have families of your own, or at least a special person to share your time
with, but for me, I shall always cherish and be thankful for all the time
we have shared together."

I choked up and that point and couldn't continue, but the boys got my
message, and another round of hugs soon followed.  Once we had regained our
composure and readjusted our crumpled clothing, from all the hugging we
were doing, we got in the car and headed out to eat.  Over the meal we
discussed many things, including what types of things the boys might like
to try in the future, what we might be able to do to make things even
better, and what the boys wanted for Christmas, as that was only about a
month away.  The boys did give me ideas for things we might want to do in
the future, including a recommendation to try skateboarding and
roller-blading.  I told them I might try the latter, though they'd have to
do the skateboarding on their own, and they just chuckled and called me an
old man.

As far as their ideas for Christmas presents, none of them gave me very
many suggestions, as they said I had already spent far too much money on
them and they were used to having very little.  I told them all that was in
the past and I expected more ideas about what they wanted, otherwise they
might get things they had no need for.  They all agreed they'd have to
think it over, and they would give me their lists within a few days.  I
told them that would be fine, but I wanted them no later than the following
weekend.

Once we finished our meal, we went for a drive in the country, just looking
at the colorful fall scenery and showing Steve and Cam some of the
surrounding areas they hadn't seen.  We had a fun day, but the evening was
even better, thanks to my young friends.  The boys decided they wanted to
have another group get together, with me being the center of attention.
All of the boys began by trying to work me into a sexual frenzy, doing
everything they could to stimulate me in every imaginable way, but I wanted
to concentrate on bringing them pleasure instead.  Cam was the first to get
my attention, as his erect dick came very close to my face and I latched
onto it, sucking him for all he was worth.  He crumpled below me, letting
me do whatever I wanted to him, and soon I had him squirming on the bed, as
I teased his member with by tongue and lips.

As I was working on his rigid mast, I slipped a finger into his mouth, for
him to wet it, and then I slipped it along his butt crack, slowly circling
it around his hot hole.  Slowly I slid the tip of my finger in, eliciting a
small groan as I did so, and then I began to work it deeper inside of him,
as he relaxed to accept my probing digit.  Now I began to thrust it in and
out of him, making sure I hit his leathery button each time I slid it back
in, bringing him closer to his release.  After a few more rubs against his
prostate, and using enough suction to empty a tanker truck, Cam unleashed
his load into my mouth, and I continued to suck on him until he was
completely drained.

When I came up from draining Cam's nuts, Bryce was lying beside me, lifting
his legs to his chest, letting me know what he wanted me to do next.  I
always knew he loved being on the receiving end with me, so I moved into
position to satisfy him.  Once I was inside him and getting ready to do my
thing, I told Steve to position himself behind me, so he could do me at the
same time.  I warned him to fall into sync with my making love to Bryce,
and not to fight our rhythm, but he already knew what I was thinking and
was ready to do as I requested.  He was soon in position behind me, and
then I felt him inside of me as well, and now I was ready to give and
receive at the same time.

Although I tried my very best to prolong our love making, the double
stimulation was almost more than I could handle, and it didn't last for
nearly as long as I wished.  I knew that Bryce was enjoying my attention,
as I could read the pleasure on his face and hear the little noises he
made, but I couldn't tell how Steve was doing behind me.  Before long I
could feel the tide rising inside of me and knew I would soon be
whitewashing Bryce's bowels, but before I could do that, Steve made his
final lunge and sprayed my interior with his hot juices.  As his penis was
throbbing, twitching, and spurting inside of me, that action put me over
the edge and I did the same to Bryce.  As my first blast shot inside of
him, he whimpered, stiffened, and released his own load over his body, and
I could see that his eyeballs had rolled back in their sockets, and he was
floating somewhere between heaven and earth.

While the three of us came down from our recent release, and basked in the
glow of post-orgasmic bliss, Cam had recovered and was ready to go again.
I wasn't sure Bryce and Steve were up to it just yet, so I offered myself
for his pleasure, and soon he was thrusting his eager cock into my
backside.  It never ceases to amaze me how quickly teens recover after
ejaculating and are ready for more, and Cam was no exception to this rule.
He was machine-gunning in me right now, and you'd almost think he hadn't
cum in weeks, because of his energetic pace, but I knew he had just emptied
a load in my mouth only minutes before.  I tried to aid him in reaching his
climax, flexing my anal muscles to give added stimulation to his penis, and
I tried to match his movements, so he wasn't doing all of the work.  Sooner
than I expected, Cam stiffened, arched his back, and drove his throbbing
dick deep inside of me, depositing his second load of the day inside my
body.  This time he collapsed on me when he was done, and now we all lay on
the bed, regaining our strength.

The next holiday we were to celebrate was Christmas, and this has always
been one of my favorite times of the year.  I was secretly determined to
make this the best Christmas any of these boys had ever had, but I knew
that probably wouldn't take very much effort on my part.  Although they had
each given me their lists, they were mostly practical things, like clothes,
or inexpensive things like CD's and videos.  I wasn't going to let them get
away with just that, so I did some thinking on my own.

When Christmas day arrived, I had selected things I thought were
appropriate for them, without going too far overboard with the number of
gifts they each got.  The first presents they opened were various items of
clothing they had asked for, with the next packages being the CD's or
videos on their list, but then I gave each of them one more present,
something from just me.  I had selected something I carried in my stores,
so I wasn't paying full price for them, but I had decided to give each of
the boys their own laptop computer for their rooms.  Even though I had the
computers in my office and one in the family room, I thought it would be
good for them to have these too, so they could do things with a bit more
privacy.  They were obviously thrilled with these items, although they
chastised me for spending far too much on them again, but I couldn't help
but be pleased that they seemed to enjoy them so.

Since they had been with me, I had given the boys allowances, in return for
all the things they did around the house, so I wasn't surprised that they
had selected some presents for me too.  The first was something they made
themselves, however, which was a coupon book, with coupons from each of the
boys inside.  The coupons were good for having them do various odd jobs for
me, like washing my car, cleaning the pool, or a carte blanche for whatever
I wanted from them, but they also had coupons for my sexual pleasure, some
specifically stating what they would do, but others were left open for
anything I might desire.  Their second gift was clothing, and this package
included a couple of very nice shirts and a very tasteful sweater, all
things I could wear to work.

Their last gift was in a small box, and I had no idea what that could be,
but it turned out to be the most touching gift of all.  As I opened that
small box, inside I found a thin gold chain, and on the end of the chain
were three small golden hearts.  I assumed that there was a heart for each
of them, and I looked up at them and thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

"But you didn't see what was on them," Bryce told me.

"Yeah, Uncle Kyle," Cam added, "read what is written on them."

I looked and saw each heart had one of the boys' names engraved on the
front of it.  I looked up at them again and smiled.

"Turn them over and read the back now, Uncle Kyle," Steve instructed me, so
I picked the hearts up and turned them over, so I could look at what was
also on the back.  On each heart was engraved their birth date, with
another date engraved below it, under the words 'becoming your sons on' and
then the date they came to live with me.  I don't think there was anything
they could have done or given me that would have meant more, and I made
sure I told them that, as I thanked them for their wonderful gift.  After
that I told them I would wear this always, and I would cherish that gift
until the day I died.

In the spring I was formally allowed to adopt the boys and we were now
technically a family, and I am now officially their 'dad'.  The boys had a
somewhat tough time changing from calling me Uncle Kyle to Dad, but they
did, and we all enjoy being together.  I only pray that others can someday
find the happiness we now share, and that no boys in this world will ever
have to be alone, mistreated, or unfulfilled any longer.

The End.

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