Erastes

The Guardian

Chapters 49-55

Once we got up on Sunday morning, I tried to think of something the boys and I could do together. We didn't have a whole lot of choices though, seeing Tyler was still confined to bed rest, so I did my best to come up with an idea that would make everyone happy. After racking my brain and trying to think of something appropriate, I decided to carry Tyler downstairs for the day. I felt he could take it easy just as well sitting on the sofa, as he could lying in bed.

After I made this suggestion to the boys, they all seemed to like the idea, so I helped Tyler slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, since others might be dropping by later. Once he was ready, I wrapped one of my arms around his waist and placed the other one under his legs, so I could lift him off the ground. While I was doing that, Tyler wrapped one arm behind my neck and the other across my chest and then he clasped his hands together, as he hung on for dear life. I then headed toward the stairs, but I had Dylan go in front of us and Marcus follow behind, so they could help to make sure I didn't lose my balance and fall. Once I reached the family room, I set Tyler on the sofa and we prepared to watch a movie.

"At least this is something recent and not more of the crappy reruns," Tyler offered.

"True," I agreed, "and it's not the Sunday morning news shows either."

Dylan sat on the other side of Tyler from where I was, while Andrew crawled onto my lap and Ethan sat on the arm of the sofa and leaned against me. After seeing this, Marcus sat on the floor between Tyler's legs and Justin did the same with me. It was a cozy way to watch a movie.

When it eventually ended, I went out to the kitchen to whip up something for lunch. Then I allowed Tyler to walk out to the dining room, so he could sit down and eat with the rest of us. During this time, I also asked the boys about their games and practices for the week. I also spent some of that time trying to think of how I could keep Tyler entertained while the others were busy with those things.

When the boys began to take their dishes out to rinse them off, I saw Dylan grab everything Tyler had used, along with his own, so Tyler wouldn't have to do anything. I thanked Dylan for doing that when we were alone in the kitchen and he merely smiled at me as he acknowledged my comment. Then, I asked him if he had any ideas for what we could do next.

"I'm pretty sure the Braves have an afternoon game, so I could ask Tyler if he wants to watch it," he suggested.

I thought that was as good an idea as any I could come up with, so I told him to see if Tyler liked the suggestion too. He did, so I gave the other boys a choice of doing that with us or going off on their own. The four younger boys decided to go outside and work on their baseball skills. Andrew and Ethan chose to hit the Wiffle ball off the batting tee, while Marcus and Justin opted to use the Easton Pop-up Pitcher's Zone training device that I'd given Marcus for his birthday. I was surprised to discover that Justin was thinking about pitching too, while at the same time it looked as if Andrew was practicing so he could be the next one to hit a homerun. These boys were definitely set on improving their game and were bound to do just that, especially if they remained this motivated.

While the other boys were doing those things, Dylan and I sat down and watched the game with Tyler. During one of the breaks between innings, Tyler made a comment.

"You know, I could go watch Dylan and my other teammates if you would carry me downstairs when they have a game. Then, I could walk out to the car with you," he offered.

"There's a lot more involved besides just getting to the car," I pointed out, as Tyler made a face. "None of the parking lots are close to the bleachers and I think in most cases it would be too far for you to walk just yet. On top of that, the ground isn't exactly even between the parking lots and the fields either and I wouldn't want you to stumble and fall."

"Then you can carry me from the car to the bleachers too," he shot back, with a hopeful expression on his face.

"Look, I don't mind carrying you up and down the stairs once in a while so you're not so isolated from the rest of us, but I'm not a pack mule," I replied, giving him a questioning look. "Most of those distances are fairly long and you're not exactly a lightweight."

"Does that mean you're a weakling or are you just out of shape, old man?" Tyler teased in response, hoping this slight slam to my ego might embarrass me into doing this for him.

"It means I haven't got a rickshaw and I'm not a slave that has to carry his master from one place to another," I answered while staring in his direction. I could also see Dylan and noticed that he was totally focused on the game, and it was obvious his act was intentional, because he wanted to stay completely out of this discussion.

"So you don't love me enough to do this for me?" Tyler quipped back, in an attempt to shame me into it.

"Oh, I love you enough and I think I do a lot for you, but what would happen if I injured my back while carrying you back and forth so much? Would you be willing to carry me around when I can't get places on my own?" I challenged in response.

"Hey, you're a lot heavier than I am," he offered, thinking it made a big difference. "Doing that would definitely bust my stitches too."

"Quid pro quo," I replied and immediately received a confused look from him in response.

"What the heck is that suppose to mean?" he followed, since he didn't understand the phrase.

"It's Latin and means 'something for something'. It is the equivalent of saying 'one hand washes the other'," I offered in clarification. "It could also be interpreted as 'I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine', 'a favor for a favor' or 'tit for tat', if those make more sense to you."

"So you won't do it for me unless I'd agree to carry you if you can't get around later?" he followed.

"I'll take it easy on you and won't ask you to do it before you're healed," was my tongue-in-cheek reply. "You know, 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander' and 'what's fair for one is fair for all'."

"Damn, you're just full of clichés and other crazy sayings today, aren't you?" Tyler spat back while giving me a dirty look.

"First of all, I'm surprised you even know what a cliché is, but yes, I know quite a few of them, as well as a bunch of other sayings," I agreed.

"Just so you know, we learned about clichés in school, but I haven't heard so many used all at once since the teacher taught us about them," he groaned. "So I guess that means you aren't willing to do this for me?"

"I think it would be safe to say it would be 'above and beyond the call of duty', so I'm merely suggesting that we just wait until the doctor says it's ok for you to do those things," I confirmed. "Besides, I could always stumble and fall while carrying you, which wouldn't be good for either of us. And if you were at the game, there's also the chance someone else might bump into you or you could end up getting hit by a foul ball or a wild throw. There are just too many things that could go wrong, even if you were merely sitting in the bleachers watching."

"I can take care of myself," Tyler insisted, while looking smug.

"Under normal circumstances I'd agree," I replied. "But now I'd be willing to bet that your reactions aren't as quick, since parts of your body are still stiff and tender. I noticed how tough it was for you to do things for yourself upstairs, like when you were getting dressed, so I can only imagine how difficult it would be for you to react rapidly enough to avoid a problem. I'm just not convinced you'd be able to move swiftly enough to protect yourself in case of a foul ball or a bad throw were to come in your direction."

"Ok, so maybe getting dressed was tougher to do than normal," he hesitantly admitted. "It felt a little uncomfortable whenever I moved my left arm, because it sorta felt like the skin was pulling on my stitches. I don't like it, but I guess you may be right, so I'll just wait until the doctor says I can do that then."

Even though it had been worth the effort, it had taken quite a bit of time to get to this point, so we'd missed watching an entire inning of the game. It was obvious that noting much had taken place during that period though, since the score was the same, but Tyler and I had come to an understanding. Now, we settled in to enjoy the rest of the action and happily rooted for the Braves to win.

The other boys came back inside and joined us before the game was over, so during the next break, while the other team was changing pitchers, they filled us in on what they'd been doing. Dylan and Tyler had basically the same reaction as I'd had when they first heard that Justin was thinking about pitching too.

"I didn't know you wanted to do that," Dylan told his brother, after he and Tyler glanced at each other and exchanged quizzical expressions.

"I didn't at first, but seeing you, Tyler and Marcus are all doing so good at it, I thought maybe I'd try it too," Justin answered.

"So you want to be like these three?" I asked, in mild jest.

"Maybe," Justin replied, as he began to blush slightly.

"Just be careful what you wish for," I teased, which drew a confused look from Justin. "I guess if you only want to be like them as a pitcher or baseball player then they're pretty good to emulate, but other than that, you might want to reconsider."

"Hey, what's wrong with us?" Tyler demanded, while giving me a dirty look.

"Yeah, why wouldn't he want to be like us?" Dylan added, while giving me an equally sour glare.

"You guys aren't exactly perfect, so I just wanted Justin to know that he might be getting in over his head trying to be like you!" I teased, while releasing an evil laugh to let all of the boys know I was only joking.

"Hey, he could do worse than us," Tyler added, looking smug.

"Yes, he definitely could," I agreed. "Actually, I'm glad to see that Justin is willing to try new things and I'd be happy to help him with it, if he wants."

"Yeah, I do," Justin quickly agreed. "Me and Marcus was gonna ask you about that later, because we didn't want to do it during the game."

"I guess that's taken care of now," I pointed out, but then all of our heads pivoted toward the TV screen nearly in unison when we heard the crowd at the ball park cheer. When we focused on the game, we discovered the Braves had just scored two runs and taken the lead. It had been scoreless up to that point, so we decided to concentrate on what was going on there, since it was in the seventh inning.

The Braves won, to everyone's delight. However, one of the boys had another observation to make when the game ended.

"I guess those Braves are almost as good as us," Marcus announced, referring to his team, the Masonite Braves. Except for Justin, who was nodding his head in agreement, the rest of us groaned at his comment.

"Hey, we're good, maybe even better than they are," Justin shot back, in support of his teammate.

"Oh, you're definitely good for your age, but we just don't think you're as good as the Atlanta Braves or that you'd be able to beat them," Tyler replied, bringing a devilish grin to Marcus and Justin's faces.

"Ok, maybe we're not that good," they each confessed. "But we are doing better against the teams in our league than the Atlanta Braves are doing against the teams they face."

"Ok, we'll gave you that much," I quickly chimed in, to prevent this escalating into an argument.

Since the game was over and it was getting late, I decided to go out and start working on dinner. Before I did that, however, I turned to ask Tyler a question. "Do you want to stay down here and eat in the dining room with us or would you prefer that I take you back upstairs first?"

"I'll eat down here with the rest of you," Tyler confirmed, since he'd rather not be alone. I then quickly looked around at the others, before leaving to get things started.

"Just so you know, Justin probably won't be here for dinner," Dylan pointed out, in case I had counted on feeding him too. "In fact, I'm surprised my mom isn't here to pick him up already."

"That's a good point, so Justin and Andrew you'd better go upstairs and get your things together and then leave it all in the foyer," I suggested. "If your mothers don't show up before we eat, then you can have dinner with us, but if they arrive before that, then you'll be ready to go."

"We can do that, but Dylan's right. I think my mom wants me to eat with her and my dad tonight," Justin admitted.

"Yeah, so?" I teased. "With the way you boys eat, you could probably eat here and then still have enough room left over to eat at home too."

"Maybe," Justin replied with a smirk.

"But Tyler, I want you to take it easy at dinner tonight and not eat too much," I added, tongue-in-cheek. "You nearly broke my back carrying you down here, so I don't want you to tack on a lot more pounds before I have to carry you back to my room."

"Come on, I only weigh the same as a bag of feathers," Tyler whined in response.

"Maybe a bag of lead feathers," I countered, making Tyler groan and grimace.

"You sure are being mean to me today," he pouted. "Maybe me and Dylan will just go back with Justin then."

"Good luck with that," I teased, not giving in, but then I winked at him.

"Yeah, I guess Uncle Don and Aunt Cherie wouldn't want to carry me up to Dylan's room either, so ok, I'll just watch you guys eat then," he stated, trying to make me feel guilty.

"No, you know I was only joking and I really want you to eat," I relented. "You won't get better and your body won't heal unless you do, so I guess I'll just suck it up and pretend that I'm Atlas when he carried the world on his shoulders."

"So now you're saying I'm as big and heavy as the world?" he demanded, looking hurt.

"Just glance in the mirror and you'll be able to answer that question for yourself," I replied, knowing he'd definitely see that wasn't the case.

"It's a good thing I love you or you'd be in trouble tonight," Tyler shot back with a devilish smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. All bark and no bite," I teased.

"Oh, I can bite," Tyler quipped. "You just better hope I don't decide to do that later." Hopefully only Dylan and I understood that he was threatening to do it to me during oral sex, because I heard Dylan giggle when Tyler said this.

At that point, I thought it would be best to let the teasing end there, before we got carried away even more than we already had. Tyler didn't push it, so I guess he felt he'd made his point and had won this light-hearted verbal battle.

Sally and Cherie both showed up before I put dinner on the table, so Andrew and Justin went home with their mothers. After the rest of us finished eating, I left Dylan and Tyler in the family room, while I took Ethan and Marcus upstairs to shower. To my surprise, Ethan got an erection while I was washing him and his face lit up when it happened. I think he felt this meant he was growing up too, because it was fairly obvious his penis had gotten bigger. It was also when I began to realize that he'd actually sprouted up quite a bit since I had first moved in with them, a fact I verified a couple of different ways a little while later.

After I'd finished up with that pair, I had Marcus and Ethan put on their pajamas, but I told them they could go down and join us for a while if they wanted. They did, so we went back to be with Dylan and Tyler in the family room.

"What's with the high water PJs, Ethan?" Tyler asked when we entered the room. That's when we all looked at him more closely and I saw the legs on the PJ bottoms did seem shorter than before.

"I don't know," Ethan responded, shrugging his shoulders. Since I didn't think we'd shrunk his pajamas while doing the wash, it helped to confirm my earlier observation.

I wasn't really paying attention to the boys after that exchange, since none of us had to get up early in the morning. Since we were engrossed in what we were doing, I didn't notice that Ethan and Marcus had both fallen asleep before I was ready to take them upstairs to bed. Since Tyler was incapacitated, Dylan offered to carry Ethan for me, while I did the same with Marcus.

After tucking those two in bed, I returned downstairs with Dylan, but then I announced that I had something to take care of before I rejoined them again. They had no problem with this, so I went to my office and viewed the video I'd had taken during their parents funeral. I wanted to see if I could notice and differences in the boys since then and I was totally shocked when I realized how much Ethan had changed since that time. Even though he was definitely getting bigger, his erection might have also been the indirect result of the boys constantly playing with each other's penises, because it now took on a sexual context.

After I returned to the family room, I spent a little more time with the older pair until it was time for us to go to bed too. Rather than carrying Tyler in my arms, as I'd done when I brought him downstairs earlier, I gave him a piggyback ride instead. After I crouched down in front of Tyler, so he could lean against my back and wrap his arms around my neck, I grasped his legs and stood up again. Then, I had Dylan walk behind us, so he could give us a shove forward if we started to tip backwards.

To prevent that from happening, I intentionally kept my body weight shifted slightly forward as I carried Tyler upstairs, and then I took him to my bedroom and set him down. As I went to the bathroom to get ready, Dylan helped him undress. What I hadn't expected was that Dylan helped him to get completely undressed. This came to my attention when they joined me in the master bath to urinate and brush their teeth.

"Is this a nudist convention or are you guys planning to shower now?" I wondered, while eyeing them suspiciously. "You probably don't need to, since you didn't do very much today."

"We know, but Tyler and I talked it over and decided we want to take one anyway, so let's get started," Dylan urged.

"I don't need to shower, because I did that earlier with Ethan and Marcus, but you two can go ahead if you want," I replied. "I guess you'll just have to wash yourselves or each other this time."

"But I want you both in there to make sure I don't fall," Tyler said, as he looked me directly in the eye. "I feel safer that way."

I had a feeling there was more to this than just his well being, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I'd definitely rather be safe than sorry.

"I suppose I can do that, but only to help make sure you don't have an accident. I'm already clean," I stated, to make sure they understood.

"You can still wash us, but we won't wash you then," Tyler offered. I hesitated before I responded, in order to make it look as if I was thinking it over.

"Ok, I guess I can do that too," I finally agreed.

After I scrubbed both Tyler and Dylan, we finished up in the shower, dried off, brushed our teeth and headed to bed. By the time Tyler was sliding into position under the covers, he made sure I noticed he still had the erection from when I'd washed him earlier. Shaking my head, I got into bed beside him, but then I spotted Dylan's erection too, as he was getting into bed beside me. I had a feeling something was up now, that was besides their penises, since they had both gone out of their way to make sure I was aware that they were fully aroused.

"Oops, I guess Dylan and I both got a problem that we need help with," Tyler teased, as he and Dylan wiggled their erections at me.

"Can we do the same thing we did last night?" Dylan quickly added, while staring at me.

"I thought I told you we weren't going to do this every night from now on," I pointed out, as I glared at first one and then the other.

"Ok, we'll make sure there's one night that we don't do anything then," Dylan agreed, thinking he'd got me.

"One night?" I shrieked, with my voice going up an octave. "So you think not doing this one night while you're here is what I meant?"

"Sure. You said we wouldn't do it every night, so by not doing it one night it would mean we didn't do it every night," he stated, while trying not to giggle. I could tell Tyler was trying to stifle a laugh too.

"Damn! I guess I'm going to have to watch how I phrase things from now on," I groaned. "What I meant when I first said it was that we would only do this once in a while, like on special occasions."

"But that's not what you said or what me and Dylan agreed to," Tyler whined, scowling.

"Are you two planning to become lawyers or politicians," I quipped, seeing they were currently using my words against me, and quite effectively too.

"We haven't decided yet," Tyler replied, while Dylan nodded his head in agreement. "We might do one of those things, but let's get back to what we were talking about."

"Yeah, so can we do it like we did last night then?" Dylan quickly asked again, to get things moving. I just glared from one face to the other.

"I suppose," I relented after a modest delay, while internally I was chuckling at their quick witted handling of my objection. "Who's going first then?"

"Me!" Dylan squealed, as he bounced up and down on the mattress next to me.

"Yeah, I went first last night, so do it to Dylan first tonight," Tyler agreed, drawing my attention back to him.

When I turned to face Dylan again, he was already on his back with his knees pulled up against his chest. I guess he really did like doing this last night and was eager for me to do it to him again. Since he was so anxious, I got into position, bent forward and stuck out my tongue until I made contact with his rosebud. When that happened, Dylan immediately lifted his butt slightly, to give me better access, while also silently encouraging me to continue. He was purring and sighing now, which showed he was totally enjoying my ministrations, until I finally decided I'd done enough and started to move away from that area. Then, I began my journey up his perineum and headed for his scrotum.

By the time I reached his penis, Dylan was trembling slightly and panting as if he'd just finished an exhaustive workout. His penis was also twitching with every heartbeat and leaking profusely, as I positioned my mouth above it and began to lower my head. As my lips slid down the sides of his shaft, the sensation caused him to moan and instinctively buck his hips upward, as he sought that moment of ecstasy which would rock his adolescent world.

When it finally happened, Dylan's eyes rolled back in their sockets and he grunted and moaned as each blast of his hot boy juice jettisoned into my throat. This caused him to swoon for a few seconds, as his mind temporarily became oblivious of his surroundings and his senses were swept away by the earth shattering feelings that made his consciousness soar above the clouds. Tyler and I watched until he rejoined us again, a couple of minutes later.

"Holy crap! That was fucking awesome," Dylan shrieked, but then he realized what he'd just said. "Oops, sorry about the language, but it was really incredible. It was even better than yesterday and I didn't think that was even possible." His face was radiant, his eyes sparkled and his body was energized as he leapt onto his knees so he could hug me. "Thank you so much for doing that for me. You are the best ever and I really love you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I offered, before adding a word of caution. "As I've told Tyler before, I hope you're not confusing love with sex. Sex will make you feel great for the time being, but love is a feeling that should last much, much longer. Just make sure you take the time to understand the difference."

"I know, but I'd still love you even without the great sex," he replied with a wink, before he hugged and kissed me again.

Now, it was time to do the same thing to Tyler. As soon as he saw me move away from Dylan, he didn't even wait for me to say anything before he rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs. Then, he lifted his hips and wiggled his butt seductively, to let me know he was ready, willing and merely waiting for me to begin.

As I zeroed in on my target, I noticed Dylan was moving closer, so he could get a bird's-eye view of what I was doing. I pulled back from Tyler momentarily and turned toward him.

"May I help you?" I asked, to clarify what he thought he was doing.

"I just want to watch and see what you're doing, so I can do all the same things to you and then later to Tyler too," he replied. "I mean I kinda know what you did, but I want to see if you do anything special, because something made it feel incredible."

"I don't do anything special that I know of, but I don't mind if you watch, as long as you don't get so close that we end up banging heads in the process," I warned, which caused Dylan to giggle.

"I don't want to do that either, so I'll be careful," he agreed. "I just think you must do something that I don't know about to make it feel so unbelievably super!"

I appreciated his enthusiasm, as well as his enjoyment of what I'd done to him, but I just hoped he wasn't disappointed when he saw that what I did was actually pretty basic. I just assumed that particular area on his body must be more sensitive than for most people. It was also possible that he had more highly developed nerve receptors there or maybe they were just closer to the surface at that location. I mean Tyler has always seemed to enjoy it too, once I'd initiated him to rimming, but he has never been quite as animated or vocal about it as Dylan seemed to be.

Once that was cleared up, I went back to servicing Tyler, since he had glanced over his shoulder to see why I'd pulled away. He listened to what Dylan and I had each said, although he never commented on our discussion. I think he was just glad Dylan liked it and was enjoying himself, now that I had given in about doing these things with him too.

As I began rimming Tyler, there was no doubt that he was enjoying it as well. I could tell because he was rocking back to meet my efforts and using this movement to encourage me to continue, but it also raised some concerns. For that reason, I decided to use my hands to keep Tyler from moving about too much, since I didn't want him to put undue strain on his stitches. When I thought he was starting to get too aggressive, I stopped what I was doing and had him flip over on his back. Then, I attacked his scrotum and penis instead.

Tyler let me know he wasn't thoroughly pleased that I stopped rimming him, so I told him it was because he was starting to get carried away and needed to calm down before we continued. Since he was afraid I might completely stop at this point and not finish him off, he quit complaining and did as I'd asked, so I returned to taking care of his problem.

After lathing his fleshy sac with my tongue, as well as nipping and tugging at it with my teeth and lips for a few seconds, I took his scrotum and testicles into my mouth and started using my tongue to stimulate and tease that area some more. Tyler was squirming around as I did this and when I pulled away, I licked my way up his throbbing pole and prepared to swallow it. In an effort to limit some of his thrusting upward to mirror my actions, I placed my hands on his hips and used just enough pressure to pin him to the bed. Then I began bobbing up and down on his erection and took it to the next level.

Tyler moaned, groaned and whimpered louder than normal this time, possibly because he was mildly frustrated that he couldn't do as he wished and thrust up into me, but I could tell he was still enjoying my effort. After a couple of minutes of my intense actions, as I slid my tongue and lips over his shaft and provided suction on the upstrokes, Tyler's body stiffened and he grunted with each pulse of semen that was ejected out of his turgid pole. Once I'd drained him of every drop that his body could produce, I savored its sweet taste before swallowing it and then finally pulling off of his well used boyhood.

It took Tyler a minute to recuperate from his powerful release before he was able to say anything. Then he lifted his head, looked me in the eye and spoke.

"That was really great, but I wish you hadn't stopped working on my butt so soon and then wouldn't let me help out when you were sucking me off," he announced, mildly perturbed.

"The biggest reason I did that was because I thought you were trying to do way too much this time and getting carried away," I responded. "Your actions in both instances involved your abdominal muscles and I was worried you might break some of the stitches, either those on the surface or the ones deeper down."

Tyler thought about this for a minute before he responded. "Ok, I guess I can understand why you did it then, but it's just seems so much better when I can do all of that with you."

"I understand and you'll be able to do it again, once you've healed," I confirmed, much to his relief.

Now that this had been cleared up, Dylan announced he was ready to do it to me. He wanted to rim me while I was on my back this time, since he felt he knew what he was supposed to do and wanted to see what it was like doing it this other way. I didn't have a problem with it, as long as it was his choice.

Dylan didn't hesitate tonight and got right to it. He was like one of those horny dogs that kept thrusting its nose into your butt or crotch, both while he rimmed me and then again when he began to suck me off. I actually couldn't tell which he'd enjoyed the most, when I had done it to him or now that he was doing it to me, but there was no hesitation or reluctance while doing any of it in return.

In fact, he did such a great job that my body reacted noticeably to his efforts and I ejaculated much sooner than I typically would have done. Even though I had tried to hold back and delay my release for as long as possible, his actions had my hot man lava rising up the delivery system and spewing from the tip to reward his efforts far sooner than I would have wished. Dylan seemed pleased about the way I had responded and quickly drank it all down. Then he crawled up my body, laid on my chest and then bent his head down to kiss me.

"Thank you," he stated simply, as he released my mouth. "I'm really happy that you're showing me this stuff, along with doing it with me and letting me do it to you."

"You're welcome, but I'm the one who should be thanking you," I returned, getting a surprised reaction from him. "You may have just started doing some of this stuff, but you're a fast learner and did a fantastic job. I want to thank you for that."

Dylan blushed at my comment and then Tyler spoke up. "Maybe I'll have Dylan do it to me next time then. I'd like to see how good he is at it too."

"I'm game if you are," Dylan agreed, as the two boys smiled at each other.

Then, Dylan rolled off my body and got comfortable next to me, as I wrapped my arms around both boys and we drifted off to sleep.

Monday morning, after I'd fed the troops, I went into my office and called my boss. I wanted to bring him up to speed about how Tyler was doing, but I also wanted to let him know that things were going smoothly enough here that I thought I could do some work from home. My boss was thrilled to hear this and told me he'd ask one of our co-workers that lived in the area to drop off what I would need. He'd have him pick those things up the following night and then drop off a few more items. This way, my boss could pay me for actually working, otherwise I would soon run out of paid days. Even though the new fiscal year for us had begun on June 1st and I had been credited for more vacation and sick days, they wouldn't last forever.

Even though I explained to the boys that I'd soon be working from home and would need some undisturbed time each day, they were happy to go along with my request. Other than that, there was nothing else out of the ordinary that happened during the week. All of that changed on Friday, however, when I took Tyler to his doctor's appointment.

I had to get him up early that morning, so we'd have enough time to eat before we left the house, since I'd been requested to bring Tyler by the hospital first. It was so the technicians could run a CT scan on him before we went over to the doctor's office. Even after doing that, we still arrived at Dr. Flatow's office door just as his receptionist was unlocking it, even though the doctor was already inside. We were quickly told that Dr. Flatow had already been sent the results of the scan via the internet, so we were led to an examination room to wait for him, while he went over everything.

"It's good to see you both again," Dr. Flatow greeted Tyler and I when he finally joined us, "How have you been feeling, Tyler?"

"Much better!" he exclaimed. "Can I go watch my baseball team play now?"

"I've got to examine you first, before I can make that decision," Dr. Flatow replied, before turning toward me. "If you will wait outside for a moment, I'll examine Tyler and see how he's doing."

"He doesn't have to go," Tyler quickly chimed in. "He's been doing everything for me at home, so I don't have anything to hide from him."

"That's fine. I just wasn't sure how you'd feel about your uncle staying in here with us. Since you don't have a problem with it, we'll get started then," Dr. Flatow stated, as he began the examination.

After checking Tyler over and viewing the handiwork he'd done on him, Dr. Flatow showed us the results of the CT scan on the computer screen in the room and explained what it meant. I think Tyler and I were both holding our breath when he started speaking.

"Tyler is recovering nicely, so I'm going to remove some of the restrictions on him," he announced and I could read the hopeful expression on Tyler's face. "Starting today, Tyler will be allowed to walk up and down the stairs at home, but only once each day. That way he can join the family downstairs, but I still want him to take it easy and not exert himself. Can you promise me you'll do that?" he asked, while looking directly at Tyler.

"Yeah, ok, but can I go watch my baseball team too?" Tyler countered. "I'd really like to do it if I can."

"Let's hold off on that for a little longer," Dr. Flatow urged. "I'm afraid you'll get too excited by being there and begin jumping around, or you might even start rough housing with your friends. Being at a place where a lot is going on opens up a whole new set of possibilities that could create additional problems and set your recovery back. For the time being I think it would be best to avoid those situations, but we can discuss it again at your appointment next week."

Tyler immediately opened his mouth slightly and it appeared as if he was going to dispute this point, but then he snapped his jaw closed again just as quickly and didn't say a thing. I wasn't sure what he was thinking or why he had suddenly changed his mind, but I was glad to see that he had reconsidered arguing with the doctor.

After Dr. Flatow had gone over everything with us and answered all of our questions, we thanked him and then he went to see his next patient. I helped Tyler get dressed again and then I walked him out to the car so we could head home.

"I thought you were going cause a fuss back there, but I'm glad you didn't," I told him, as soon as I'd started the engine.

"Yeah, I thought about it, but then I figured maybe he'd put even more restrictions on me if I did that," Tyler confessed. "It's only another week until my next appointment, so I'll wait until then to see what he has to say."

"That's probably a wise decision," I concurred, as Tyler turned his head so he could look out the side window.

Dylan had stayed at the house and watched the younger pair for me, since he felt he wouldn't be allowed to be with Tyler during the CT scan or while the doctor was examining him. It worked out well for everyone, because Ethan and Marcus were just as happy that they didn't have to get up early and go over to the Riordans while we were away. Just as soon as I pulled into the driveway, Dylan came bolting out the front door and raced over to the car.

"How did it go? What did the doctor have to say? Can you go to our games now?" he demanded, in rapid succession.

"Not yet," Tyler answered, less than enthusiastically. "He said I'm doing better, but he wants me to wait until my visit next week before he'll let me do that. He said I could walk downstairs and be with you guys during the day though."

"That's good, but I wish he would have let you come to our games too." Dylan grumbled.

Once we got inside, the boys headed for the family room and I heard them ask Marcus if he would go upstairs and get the PS3. They wanted him to hook it up to the TV in there again, since Tyler was going to be able to come downstairs from now on. While they were doing that, I headed off to my office so I could do a little work. I got so wrapped up in what I was doing that I lost all track of time. That's when Dylan stepped up and helped out, although I didn't know that until he delivered something to my office.

"Here, I brought you some lunch," he said, as he placed a plate down beside me. "What would you like to drink?"

"Dylan, I'm so sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean for you to have to wait on me or the others. You should have just come in and let me know it was lunch time and I would have gone out to the kitchen and fixed everyone something."

"You didn't need to," he countered, smiling at me. "I found a bag of French fries in the freezer and saw I could fix them in the oven. While they were cooking, I got everything else out so I could make everyone a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it."

"Damn, that was awfully thoughtful of you and I really appreciate it," I told him, sincerely.

"Well, you're letting me stay here so I can help out, so that's what I did," he added, looking smug.

"You certainly did and I'll make it up to you," I promised.

"You can do that later tonight, before we go to sleep," he stated, just before he raced out of the room giggling. I knew what he meant, so I thought it best not to say anything or chase after him.

I kept an eye on the clock after that, because I didn't want to get so wrapped up in my work again that I failed to go out to the kitchen in time to fix dinner later. The boys all had practices to get to this evening and I didn't want them to be have to do that right after they'd just finished eating. I also didn't want to make them late or have them running around like chickens with their heads cut off when their rides arrived.

Not only did I have the meal ready in time, but after we'd finished eating I took the boys to the family room for a while, so their dinner would settle first, before they took off for their practice. Sally and Cherie each showed up about 20 minutes later and shuttled the boys around. My crew also took their extra bags with them, because they were going to stay over at the Cochrans tonight and most of the weekend. Sally was planning to drop Andrew and Ethan off there later as well, because Andrew would be joining the other boys too.

This meant I was going to be alone with Dylan and Tyler until Sunday afternoon, so I was slightly apprehensive about what they might attempt to get me to do with them. I kept busy doing other things after Dylan first got back, but when I eventually entered the family room, I caught them whispering secretively with each other. As soon as they saw me, they looked up and both of their faces displayed the same devilish grin. I could only imagine what they might have been collaborating about, but I was positive I'd find out eventually. In the meantime, however, they quickly invited me to sit on the sofa between them, as they searched for something to watch on TV.

They were both more affectionate than usual tonight and each one leaned over to kiss me on the cheek or wrapped their arms around my chest to give me a hug whenever a commercial came on. I kept trying to get them to tell me what they were up to, but they only said 'we love you' in response. Unfortunately, I had a feeling there was more to this than met the eye and couldn't shake the feeling that they had something up their sleeves, even though they were only wearing t-shirts at the time.

It pretty much stayed like that until bedtime, when the boys eagerly announced it was time for us to go upstairs to take our showers together. I expected this, although I wasn't sure if they had something planned while we were taking our showers or if they would spring it on me afterward, when we got into bed. They kept refusing to give me any information about what they were up to and wouldn't answer most of the questions I asked, in my effort to gain some insight into their objective.

Since neither of the boys did anything out of the ordinary during our shower together, I was waiting to see what was going to go down next. After making our way to the bedroom, both boys tossed their towels on the floor and then moved their hips, so their erections swayed back and forth in front of me, like a snake charmer's cobras. After a few seconds of this semi-hypnotic performance, Dylan finally spoke.

"I told you last night that I wanted to rim Tyler tonight, so he's going to get on his stomach so I can do that. I'll get on all fours while I'm rimming him and then I want you to get behind me, so you can rim me at the same time."

"Oh you do, do you?" I shot back. "And when are we going to get to this supposed night when we don't do anything?"

"We've got plenty of time yet, so don't worry about it," Dylan responded, brushing my concern aside. "So will you do that for me?"

"I suppose," I hesitantly agreed, although my semi-reluctance was only for show. I was actually getting a kick out of how this pair was orchestrating these encounters.

As soon as Dylan started rimming Tyler, I moved in behind him and began to do the same thing to him. Since there was no one else at home during this time, both boys were moaning very loudly and making a great deal more noise than usual, although Dylan's vocalizations were somewhat muffled by Tyler's butt. When Dylan finally pulled away, I did too, and then I waited to see what they had planned next.

"Ok, this time you get on all fours and suck Tyler off, while I rim you," Dylan ordered. I merely stared at him mildly stunned, as I wondered who'd suddenly made him the boss.

Even though I was mildly amused by his take charge attitude, I still did as he'd requested. By this time, Tyler had rolled over onto his back again, so I crawled between his legs and got on all fours, as I began to work on him. As I was paying homage to Tyler's scrotum and penis, as I attempted to give him as much pleasure as possible, I felt Dylan's tongue make its first contact with my backside. Since he was busy doing that, I continued to give my boy the best blowjob possible.

I was actually surprised that Dylan worked on me the entire time and never made an effort to pull away until Tyler climaxed in my mouth. After I gulped down his offering and nursed on his penis until it became too tender to continue, I reluctantly pulled away. When I did that, Dylan pulled back too.

"Now, you lay on your back, but with your head at the foot of the bed," Dylan commanded, barely giving Tyler or me time to move or enjoy what we'd just done. "As soon as you're ready, I'll get on all fours over you so we can sixty-nine. Tyler can then get on all fours behind me, so he can rim me at the same time."

I hesitated momentarily before moving, as I considered how doing this might affect Tyler. After concluding that he should be able to handle it, I got into position and then so did they. As I started to work on Dylan's penis, I suddenly realized that Dylan was getting rimmed for a second time! He also rimmed two of us too, where Tyler and I had only done either of those things once each, so I guess maybe Dylan was kind of hooked on that particular activity.

As soon as Dylan and I released our loads, we all got in bed together and prepared to sleep. Both of the boys cuddled with me, as usual, and I had an arm wrapped around each of them. Even though I didn't love Dylan the same way that I loved Tyler, I still cared deeply for him. Besides, it made Tyler happy that we included Dylan in these sessions too. I also had to admit that I never slept better than when I did things like this with them and then was sandwiched between these two adolescent beauties as we slept.

When we got up on Saturday morning, I made an announcement. "You both know that Ethan has a game today and I feel I've missed being at too many of them already. I've decided that I want to go today and I think I've figured out a way to do this. I know the field they're playing at and the parking lot there is just beyond the outfield fences. I figure we can park as close as we can and then watch the game from the car, so Tyler doesn't have to walk. Since Dylan would be in the back seat for this, I'll give him the choice of watching the game from there or joining the others in the bleachers. No matter which he chooses to do, I still want him to walk down and tell everyone else that we're there, so Ethan and Andrew will know it too."

"That's a great idea and I'll be able to watch them play!" Tyler squealed with joy. "Maybe we can do the same thing for Marcus and Dylan's games too."

"Yes, I've already considered that, but it will depend on the field they're playing at," I replied. "Not all of the ball fields are conducive to viewing the games from the parking lot."

The boys were forced to agree with my observation, seeing they were aware of some of those fields too, but Tyler was ecstatic that we might be able to do this. He even made me promise that we would do it whenever possible.

The boys and I arrived at the field well before Ethan's game started and then I waited for someone from the previous game to pull out of a parking spot from which we'd be able to get the best view of the game. When someone freed up one of those spaces, I pulled into it and sent Dylan to inform the others that we were there.

Since the other boys had stayed at the Cochrans' house the previous night, Cherie had brought them to the game, but Sally was there too. I saw Dylan telling them first, before he went over to tell Ethan and Andrew. When they heard what he had to say, they turned to see where I was parked and then they both smiled and waved in our direction. I beeped the horn in return, to let them know I'd seen what they'd just done.

Dylan eventually came back to the car to watch the game with us and Marcus and Justin came back with him too, but just so they could say 'hi'. Then, the younger pair went back to the bleachers, while Dylan stayed with us. I asked him if he was ok and could see all right from the back seat and he assured me he was fine and could see everything perfectly. Since he had no complaints, we settled in to watch the game.

Andrew and Ethan both played very well. Ethan made some good plays at shortstop and Andrew had a great game at first base. They both did terrific when at bat too, so it was obvious their extra practice on the batting tee at home was having an impact. Their team won again and I was very pleased that I'd had a chance to watch them both play today.

When the game ended, we stayed put, because I had a feeling the others would stop by before leaving too. Cherie, Sally and the boys all came out to speak with us, and after saying 'hi' and asking Tyler how he was doing, the boys were eager to tell us about their game.

"We won!" Ethan shrieked, while flashing us a big grin.

"We saw that and you both played really well too," I agreed. "Your extra practice with the Wiffle ball seems to be paying off, because you both hit the ball really well today."

"I tried to get a homerun, like Ethan, but I didn't do it," Andrew added, looking slightly down.

"Keep at it and you may still do that yet," I encouraged him. "You both did really great though, even without hitting any homeruns."

"Yeah and you did terrific in the field too!" Tyler chipped in. "I'm not sure if me or Dylan could have done that good when we were your age." His comment brought smiles to both boys' faces.

"Are we still going back with Aunt Cherie?" Ethan asked next.

"Yep, you are," I confirmed. "I just didn't want to miss another of your games, so we'll come to all of your future games too, if we can find a way to do it from the car until Tyler gets better."

That seemed to make all of the boys happy, even the older ones, so we said goodbye to Cherie, Sally and the younger boys before we returned home.

After we left the ball field, I opted to take Dylan and Tyler for a ride before returning home. We'd all been basically cooped up in the house for a while now, so I thought the change and the fresh air would do us all some good. Before doing that though, we stopped at a drive thru to pick up drinks and something to eat first and then we ate in the car. As soon as we were done, we took off and went to check out some of the surrounding countryside and get away from the city.

As I was driving along, we started to chat about a lot of different things, including the possibility of going to more games and Tyler's next doctor's appointment. Eventually, someone brought up the topic of the Fourth of July.

"I hope you'll be able to take us to see the fireworks display, since I probably won't be able to do much else that day," Tyler stated, in a semi-whine. I could understand how he was feeling, so I did my best to allay his fears.

"I'm sure we'll be able to watch the fireworks from the car, but I'm not sure we'd dare take you out where you might get jostled around by the crowds," I agreed, hoping that would suffice.

"I know, but I guess it's better than missing it altogether," he agreed, although I could tell he was still a little down.

After cruising around for a couple of hours, we headed back home. After making sure Tyler was ok, I went out to the kitchen to make dinner, but my mind was consumed with how I could make sure the Fourth of July was still a special time for him.

Later, after watching a movie with the boys, I announced it was time to head to bed. After taking our shower together, Dylan informed me about what they wanted to do next.

"Tyler and I want to do what we did with you last night. Is that ok?"

"I'm still waiting for 'the not every night' part to happen," I shot back.

"It will, just not tonight," he countered. "So will you do that with us again?" I glanced at Tyler and he was nodding his head at me.

"I guess I don't have much say in this," I grumbled, trying to show some resistance, although it was merely for show.

"Sure you do," Tyler quickly replied. "If you don't want to do this, then we can do something else instead." Dylan was nodding his head in agreement this time, to show he thought my input mattered too.

"No, that's ok. We can do what you want," I agreed, trying to sound slightly pathetic.

"Are you sure?" both Dylan and Tyler wanted to know.

"Yeah, it's ok," I conceded, as I eyed each of them to gauge their reactions.

Now that I had consented to do what they wanted, Tyler got on the bed, but this time he stayed on all fours, and then Dylan and I got into position behind him. After that, we basically repeated everything we'd done the previous night, including cuddling in bed afterward.

Sunday morning, I woke up before the boys and attempted to get out of bed without waking them. That didn't work out quite the way I'd planned, but I was able to convince them that they could stay there a little longer, while I went down to start breakfast. Then, I surprised them by bringing all of our meals upstairs on the trays again, the same as I'd done before. I felt that since it was just the three of us, I might as well spoil them a little.

"Wow, why are you doing this?" Tyler immediately asked, after they had used the toilet and I'd informed them about what I had done.

"I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea at the time," I replied, since I didn't want to tell them I enjoyed their company or was pleased that they had been including me in their little sexcapades.

"It's because he likes that we help him get off," Dylan stated, with an ear-to-ear grin.

"I think it's more like he loves us and likes doing special things to make us happy," Tyler suggested as an alternative. They finally agreed that it was probably a little of both, although I wouldn't confirm any of this for them.

When Dylan offered to help me take the trays downstairs after we'd finished eating, Tyler agreed to follow us. Then, I checked the calendar for the week, to see what was on the agenda. As soon as I had figured everything out in my mind, I went to talk it over with Tyler and Dylan.

"Ok, I think we'll be able to go watch Marcus' game tomorrow, if that's what you want to do," I explained. "The field they're playing on will allow us to see the game from the car."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Tyler agreed.

"I've got practice, so I won't be able to go with you this time," Dylan added, sounding slightly disappointed.

"I understand, but I think we'll also be able to go to your game on Wednesday," I confirmed. "We won't have prime seating for it, since we'll be a little farther away from the field than when we're at the other games, but at least we'll be there. You can even bring your teammates over to the car afterward, if they want to see or talk to Tyler."

"That's terrific!" Dylan shouted. "I'm sure they'll all want to come over to chat with him, even Coach Washington."

"And I can't wait to see them too," Tyler agreed, as he looked at Dylan. "This is great, even though I won't be able to join you on the bench or be in the bleachers for the game."

After Dylan commiserated with him and that discussion had ended, we decided to watch the Braves game on TV. We were still doing that when the younger boys arrived home, so I got up to speak with Cherie.

"I'll drop Dylan off at your place tomorrow, before I drop Ethan off at his practice. We'll be out anyway, because Tyler and I are going to go watch Marcus and Justin's game. We'll still have to do it from the car, like we did with Ethan's game, but at least we'll be there."

"That's wonderful," Cherie agreed. "I'm sure all of the boys will like that. Have you told Sally, because when she picked Andrew up a little while ago, she told me she had to pick Ethan up tomorrow."

"I was going to call her and let her know too," I confirmed. "I just hadn't got around to it yet, because I wanted to make sure she was home first. I wasn't sure if she'd be picking her son up or if you were dropping him off."

"I offered to do it, but Sally said she'd be out doing other things, so she'd just swing by to get him," Cherie replied.

We talked for a while longer and then Cherie went home. I called Sally a short time later and explained everything to her, so she agreed to watch Ethan for me until I arrived to pick him up after his practice.

Marcus was thrilled when he heard his brother and I were going to be at his game and told us he might be pitching too. He said the coach told him at his last practice that he hadn't made up his mind yet, but he might just put him on the mound for the game. Tyler and I were now excited about the possibility of seeing him pitch too.

We all watched the rest of the Braves game after that, before I got up to fix dinner. While I was getting everything ready, the boys stayed in the family room so they could talk and play video games.

After dinner, I spent time with all of the boys, but gave most of my attention to the two little ones, since they'd been with the Cochrans for the past couple of days. They were thrilled that I was focusing on them and eagerly told me what they'd done while they were away, but not until they'd assured me that they'd missed me. I confirmed that I'd missed them too, but I was glad they'd had a good time.

After we'd spent some time together watching TV, I took them upstairs for their shower. Before I left the family room though, I decided to make an announcement to the older pair.

"Tyler, if you want my help showering, then you and Dylan will need to be up there when I finish with the little ones," I advised them. "As soon as I'm done with those two, I'll put them to bed and then come back to help you. You'd better be ready when I get there, otherwise you two will be on your own."

"Don't worry. We'll be there in plenty of time," Tyler assured me. I wasn't sure if this was just to shower or if they had something else in mind, but I knew I'd find out before long.

Ethan and Marcus were all smiles while we were in the shower together. Not only hadn't they been able to bath or shower with Andrew or Justin, but they insisted they had really missed their special time with me as well. They each hugged me several times to show their appreciation for doing this with them again and then they added that they couldn't wait until the coming weekend when everyone would be staying at our place.

Once I'd dried them off and tucked them in bed, I returned to my bedroom and discovered Tyler and Dylan waiting for me. Since I just had a towel wrapped around my waist, I led them inside the master bath so we could get started. Both boys were very good and didn't try anything that they shouldn't, while allowing me to wash them and then they washed me, since I had skipped that part when I was in with the younger pair. Tyler only did the top half though and left the rest for Dylan, since he couldn't bend over easily. Then, we dried off and returned to the bedroom.

"Since you keep asking when we are planning to give you a night when we don't do anything with you, Tyler and I have decided we'd do that tonight," Dylan announced, much to my surprise. "We're going to sixty-nine with each other instead, since we both have boners," he added, as they both swiveled their hips and made their penises wiggle from side-to-side for added emphasis. "You don't have to leave though and can stay in here while we're doing it."

"That might be a little awkward," I responded, while considering their offer. "Maybe I'll just give you some time alone."

"No!" Tyler shot back. "We're not doing anything to you or asking you to do anything to us, but you've seen us do stuff like this plenty of times, so there's no reason for you to leave."

Seeing he was so adamant, plus the fact that he was correct about me seeing them do stuff like this before, I finally relented and laid on the other side of the bed. I tried to ignore what they were up to, but that was kind of difficult, so I ended up glancing over from time to time. Fortunately, I somehow managed to keep from sprouting wood after seeing what they were up to, or else the boys might have wanted to help me with it.

When they finished, I slid over next to Tyler and Dylan hopped over to my other side. I then wrapped an arm around each of them and they cuddled against me as we fell asleep. Actually, I found this to be just as good as doing the other stuff with them too, as long as they didn't exclude me every night.

The following week started off fairly normally and pretty low-key, although there were a few notable exceptions to this. The first of those occurred on Monday night, when I took Tyler to see Marcus and Justin's next game. Marcus was pitching and doing really well, which meant I had all I could do to keep Tyler calm as we watched the action from the car. Tyler was super excited that his brother was doing so well and was cheering and getting even more wound up than if he were the one pitching. Justin had a good game too and their team won, so Marcus ended up strutting around the house later, since he was quite proud of what he'd accomplished.

Then on Wednesday night I took Tyler to see Dylan play. Once Tyler's teammates found out he was there, they all came over to the car to see him. They were happy he was doing so well and wanted to let him know they were pleased he was recovering so nicely, when they came over to speak with him both before and after the game. Coach Washington joined them as well and told us that he was really disappointed that Tyler wouldn't be able to finish the season with them, but he was already looking forward to next year. Tyler then replied that he was looking forward to next year too.

Thursday night we went to see Marcus and Justin play again, but this time their team didn't do quite as well. It was still a really good game and Marcus and Justin played decently while they were in the game, but most of the other boys on their team had an off night. I wasn't able to tell if their teammates had been preoccupied by something else or if they had let the previous game go to their heads and were resting on their laurels, but either way they fell a couple of runs short in the final score. Needless to say, Marcus and Justin weren't in the best mood when they left to go home.

"I thought we'd win all of our games this year," Marcus pouted on the way home. "I think we could have won too, if me and Justin had played the whole game."

"That may or may not be true," I offered in response to his comment, "but the two of you did play fairly well."

"I know it's not easy to lose, because our team has lost twice so far, but those losses happened after Tyler wasn't able to play any more," Dylan added. He was with us too, because his team had an off night, with no game or practice. "We all want our teams to have a perfect season, but that doesn't happen very often. You can still finish first in your league though, even with one or two losses."

"I guess we'll try to do that then, but some of the other guys played really awful and didn't have a very good game," Marcus added, with a touch of bitterness in his tone.

"I just want to warn you not to get down on those other boys or treat them any differently than before," I warned. "If you start criticizing them or griping about how they played, then you might destroy their confidence or just make them mad and end up causing them to play even worse in your next game."

"Yeah, Uncle Blake's right, because I've seen it happen," Tyler confirmed. "Guys get down on themselves when people yell at them or bitch about their mistakes, and then that causes them to make more mistakes and play even worse the next time."

"That's why you hear a lot of coaches tell their players to shake things off, so it doesn't keep building and getting worse," Dylan added. "We all make mistakes from time to time or have a bad game, but we don't like it when others gripe about it or point it out in front of others."

"Ok, I see what you mean and I'll try not to do that," Marcus agreed. "I'll tell Justin about that too. We've got a good team and I know we can still finish first, so I don't want anyone to give up or quit trying to do his best."

"That's a very good attitude and your team has a good chance to come back from this, because we know they can play well when they put their minds to it," I chipped in. "If I remember correctly, this is the second time you've played against this team and the first time you beat them by a lot."

"Yeah, you're right, so I guess this isn't such a big deal after all," he agreed, as the smile slowly returned to his face.

Once we got home, I took Marcus and Ethan upstairs for their shower, but then I let them stay up a little longer. I wanted to get the boys in their pajamas first, since they had a tendency to fall asleep when I let them stay up later than normal and I wanted them to be ready so I could just put in bed if that happened.

When we got down to the family room, the others were watching one of the superhero programs on TV, so I went to my office to do a little work instead. I hadn't been in there very long before Tyler and Dylan showed up.

"What's up, guys?" I asked, when I noticed them entering the room.

"Do I have to get up as early for my appointment tomorrow?" Tyler wanted to know.

"I'm afraid so, champ. It's just like last week, with the CT scan first and then we go over to see Dr. Flatow afterward. It's all scheduled for the same times too," I confirmed. "I suspect we'll be doing this a couple more times before he releases you, so you might as well get used to it."

"Alright, but I was hoping it might be later this time," Tyler half-whined in response.

"I'm sorry, but we've got to do this when the hospital and doctor can fit us in," I offered, although Tyler still wasn't happy.

"Do you want me to stay here with Marcus and Ethan again?" Dylan followed, while staring directly at me.

"If you don't mind," I replied. "You won't be able to go in with Tyler at either place and I'm sure the younger boys would rather stay here than have to get up, get dressed and go next door."

"Ok, I'll do that then," Dylan concurred.

"You're a good man and I'll make it up to you," I promised.

"Nah, you already do a lot for me and I'm just glad you're letting me stay here to help out," Dylan confessed. "It's been a lot better being here with you and Tyler, cuz you've made sure I've been included in everything too and that's been really great."

"And we appreciate everything you've done to help us out too," I stated with the utmost sincerity. "I know Marcus and Ethan like having you here as well and not only because they don't have to get up early and go next door."

At that point, I decided I wasn't about to get much done, so I put my things away and followed them to the family room. I had Ethan and Marcus stand up for a second, so I could sit on the sofa and then I pulled both of them onto my lap. After that, we watched the show that was on when I came in with them. When it was over, I took the little ones upstairs, tucked them in to bed and kissed them both goodnight.

As I was coming out of Marcus' room, I discovered Tyler and Dylan waiting for me in the hallway. "We've decided to go to bed now too, since we'll have to get up early," Tyler announced.

"Dylan can sleep in the morning if he wants," I replied. "The younger pair can wake him up later, if they get up first."

"I know, but I want to do everything with you guys," Dylan countered. "I really like showering with you and cuddling in bed together, but I also want to get up and have breakfast with you before you leave in the morning."

"Ok, let's get moving then," I said, as I took off for my bedroom with the other two following behind.

After we got undressed and jumped in the shower, I began by washing Dylan first. I started from the top down, but as soon as I finished washing his feet, I stayed crouched down and decided to give him a blowjob right then and there. I think this surprised Dylan, but not for long, because he was soon thrusting his hips and driving penis into my mouth, as he strove for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That came a couple of minutes later, when his dick exploded into my mouth and he nearly collapsed due to the mind-blowing rush that came with it.

I was fortunate that Tyler had been able to help me keep Dylan upright until he came down from his orgasmic high, because I wasn't exactly in a position to prevent it at first. After Tyler kept him from falling over, I was able to stand up and take over, as I helped Dylan stay on his feet until the jelly in his legs had once more turned back into muscle.

As soon as Dylan had recovered, I did the same thing to Tyler and Dylan helped me when Tyler became weak in the knees as well. I told them I didn't need to be washed, since I had done that when I showered with the younger pair, but it didn't prevent Dylan from dropping to his knees and sucking me off, just as soon as Tyler had recovered. Once he finished swallowing my offering, we dried off, brushed our teeth, hopped into bed and cuddled together for the rest of the night.

When the alarm went off a few hours later, Dylan got up and followed us down for a quick breakfast before Tyler and I left. He kissed us both goodbye and wished Tyler good luck as we got in the car and drove away. We went to the hospital first and Tyler was taken in for another CT scan, and then we drove over to the doctor's office. Tyler's was Dr. Flatow's first patient again and the CT scan had become available on the computer at the doctor's office by the time we showed up.

After we were shown to the examination room and the doctor had joined us, I helped Tyler take off his clothes and then Dr. Flatow checked him over. Once the doctor finished doing this, Tyler began asking him questions, even before Dr. Flatow had a chance to say anything first.

"Can I go sit in the bleachers to watch my team now, instead of watching them from the car?" he wanted to know. "And will I have to watch the fireworks from the car or can I go to see those with everyone else too?"

"How about you slow down a little and then I'll let you know," Dr. Flatow urged, while chuckling slightly. "I will agree that you are doing better than I had anticipated, but you still have a long way to go before you're completely healed. One thing I want to see you do first, before I agree to anything, is to observe how well you're doing getting dressed by yourself."

After Dr. Flatow said this, he pulled me toward the door and away from where Tyler was standing, so I wouldn't be tempted to assist him. As we watched Tyler putting his clothes back on, Dr. Flatow and I chatted and I got to ask him a few questions of my own, ones that I didn't want to ask in front of Tyler. When Tyler finished tying his athletic shoes, Dr. Flatow gave me a nod in response to my last question. Then, Tyler looked up and spoke.

"Well, did I do good enough so you'll let me do those things now?" he followed.

"I could tell you were experiencing some discomfort and that you appeared to be a little stiff while you were doing that. I was able to judge this by watching the expressions on your face and observing your movements at the time," the doctor replied. "I'll admit I was impressed that you were able to do it without asking your uncle for help though, especially when it came to tying your shoes, but you may have just been willing to put up with some pain to convince me you were all right. Even though that may be true, I'm still willing to grant you a little more freedom.

"First of all, I'll lift the restrictions I had placed on you at home, but I don't want you to start running around the house or racing up and down the stairs," Dr. Flatow offered, as Tyler looked at him hopefully. "As long as you promise to take it easy, you can move around more freely and even do more than before. This means I'm also willing to allow you to go to the ball games and sit in the bleachers, but just be careful and no horsing around.

"The same goes with viewing the fireworks display," Dr. Flatow added in a fatherly tone, "but I want to also warn you to be very careful when you're around large crowds. Have your family use their bodies to form a protective barrier around you at all times, especially when you're moving about. It will provide a buffer zone that will prevent others from accidentally bumping into you or knocking you down. I only say this, because it's a regrettable fact that there will be an assortment of drunks out and other incapacitated people out and about that day too. This will help to ensure that they and other over energetic people won't turn a good time for you into another trip to the emergency room."

"Thanks, Dr. Flatow, and I'll be really careful," Tyler agreed. "I'm just glad you're letting me do more of these things now."

"You are welcome, but please remain alert at all times for any potential problems and remember to take it easy," the doctor repeated. "You were incredibly lucky when this first happened, so let's not mess things up now."

"I won't," Tyler agreed. "I promise!"

Now that we had some answers, I drove Tyler home and he was literally bouncing around in the seat as we made our way there. Watching his antics, I decided I should offer him a word of advice.

"Tyler, you promised Dr. Flatow you'd take it easy, so calm down a little," I urged. "I know you're excited, but you are already working yourself into a frenzy and it's only going to get worse when you're with Dylan. If you don't want me to decide on my own to reinstate those restrictions, then you'd better settle down a bit."

"Ok. It's just that I'm so happy that I can go watch my team play without having to stay in the car," he replied, as he calmed down slightly. "They have a game tomorrow and now I'll be able to be right there to cheer them on."

"As long as you don't get too excited," I pointed out. "If that happens, then I'll make you go back to the car with me."

"No! You can't!" he pleaded, beginning to panic.

"Then you'll have to cheer without getting too excited," I agreed. "Ethan's game is in the morning and Dylan's is in the afternoon, so it's going to be a long outing. That's why it will be even more important that you remain as calm as possible."

"Ok, I'll try," Tyler agreed.

"You'd better do more than just try," I countered, as I eyed him suspiciously.

"Ok, I promise that I'll do my best then," he reiterated, hoping it would be enough.

"Ok, but I'll remind you whenever you look as if you're messing up," I confirmed.

As soon as I pulled the car into the driveway, Dylan came shooting out of the house and raced toward us. Tyler's grin was from ear-to-ear as he opened the passenger door.

"I can go to the game tomorrow," he informed Dylan, who immediately started hopping around in celebration.

"Dylan, I suggest you calm down, because I don't want to get Tyler started again," I warned. "This all depends on Tyler being able to remain fairly calm and under control, otherwise he'll have to watch you guys from the car again."

"Ok! Ok! I get it and I'll do better," Dylan concurred as he stopped hopping around. "It's just that I'm so happy Tyler will be in the bleachers for our game."

"I know, but he can't get too worked up over it," I pointed out and I saw Dylan nod in response.

The other boys were also excited when they found out too, but they were primarily happy that Tyler was doing better and the doctor was giving him more freedom. I was glad they weren't getting carried away though, because it made it easier to keep Tyler calm too.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, although Dylan and Tyler were slightly more hyper than normal. It wasn't excessive, but they were more worked up than I'd like and I knew it might get even worse later. Andrew and Justin would be showing up after their practices finished, because each of the boys had a practice tonight and then they were all staying here with us.

Tyler wasn't too bad after the other boys left earlier, but I could tell he was still looking forward to tomorrow. As long as he wasn't getting too energetic though, I'd let it go, I just hoped there was a way I could make sure he remained calm later, without having to get him drunk or give him some downers. By the way, I'm just joking about that, because I'd never allow him to do either of those things.

Sally showed up with Ethan and Andrew first and then Cherie dropped off Justin and Marcus. I chatted briefly with the two woman and explained an idea I had with them. After talking it over for a few minutes, Sally said she'd let me know at the game the following day. Cherie said she'd discuss it with Don later and then get back to me too. I told both of them that would be fine.

When I went inside, the four little ones came running up to me. I knew they were excited to be with us again, but I had a feeling there was more behind their actions at the moment.

"Uncle Blake we want to all take a shower with you tonight," Marcus began, speaking for the others.

"Yeah, can we?" the other three offered, somewhat in unison, as they attempted to drive the point home.

"But that means I'll have to get naked too," I pointed out, in case they hadn't figured this out on their own.

"I've done it with you before," Justin reminded me, thinking maybe I'd forgotten.

"And I want to see your wiener too," Andrew piped up, while flashing me a huge grin.

"I'm sure you do, but if I do this with you then you won't be able to tell anyone else," I countered, having a fairly good idea about how he was going to respond.

"I don't tell mommy or nobody else what we do when I'm here," Andrew quickly replied. "So can we do it?"

"Ok, I guess it will be alright," I conceded. "It's going to be a little crowded in the shower though, so I hope you're all ok with that."

"Yeah," they all shouted back, as they turned and grinned at each other.

"Go upstairs and start getting undressed then. I'll be right up to join you," I told them, before I went to speak with Tyler. "I'll be upstairs with the other four, but you can wait down here for Dylan to arrive. I don't think Don will want to chat with me, but if he does then you can tell him I'm making sure the younger boys are getting ready for bed. You can send Dylan upstairs to get me, if Don still wants to discuss something."

Once that was agreed too, I went upstairs and wondered how this was going to work out. The boys were all waiting for me in my bedroom, so I asked Marcus to go in and adjust the water, while I got undressed. The other three stayed to watch.

"Wow! You've got a really big wiener," Andrew gasped. "It's bigger than Dylan or Tyler's wieners."

"That's because I'm a man and they're still growing," I advised him, as I herded the group into the master bath. I washed Ethan and Andrew first and Ethan got another erection.

"Ethan's wiener got stiff, just like Justin and Marcus' wieners do," he observed, somewhat amazed.

"Yes, I guess it means Ethan's growing up too, but it was bound to happen sooner or later," I explained.

"What about me?" Andrew followed, looking disappointed that the same thing hadn't occurred for him yet.

"It will happen eventually, but it's not something you can rush," I answered, hoping that would suffice. "I think Justin and Marcus only started to do that a few months ago and they're quite a bit older than you."

That pair immediately caught on to what I was trying to do and helped me out by nodding their heads in agreement. This seemed to make Andrew feel a little better, so I went ahead and started washing the other pair. While I was doing this, I could feel Andrew running his hands all over my body, so I decided to address this issue with him too.

"I'll let you do this tonight, since I know you're curious, but this will be the only time. The others had their chance to do it one other time, so this will be your turn."

Andrew seemed satisfied and didn't do more than merely touch and feel the areas of my body that were of interest to him. While he was doing that, I finished up with the older pair. They both sprouted erections too, as usual, and that fact didn't escape Andrew's notice either.

"All their wiener's did that but mine," he whined, looking upset again.

"It didn't happen to me either," I quickly pointed out, and this realization brought a smile back to Andrew's face.

"Ok, then I'll be like you," he announced, suddenly looking better.

Once I'd dried off the four of them and they'd brushed their teeth, I tucked each pair in bed, kissed them goodnight and wished them sweet dreams. When I finished doing this, I saw Dylan and Tyler waiting for me in my bedroom.

"It's our turn," Dylan announced, as he quickly stood up and shed the dirty clothes he had on.

"Since Tyler has been released from most restrictions, then you should be able to do this without me," I stated, while trying to keep a straight face. "And he can sleep in his own bed again too."

"No, not yet," Tyler pleaded, as he gave me his patented look – the one that usually made me give in to him.

"Hey, you were the one who was in a hurry to get better and have the doctor remove the restrictions, so why shouldn't we do this too?" I countered, eyeing him carefully.

"But you showered with us and let us sleep with you before this happened, so can't we just keep doing it?" he begged in his little boy voice. "Pleeeze! Can't we do this tonight too?"

I just looked at the two of them as they stood there awaiting my answer. That's when I realized this was one of the very few times that I'd seen them both flaccid while we were together. They were usually at least partially erect, if not fully hard, so I guess my reluctance to give in to them right away had affected their libidos, hormones and blood flow too.

"Geez, will you make up your mind. Do you want me to treat you like you're still hurt or that you're doing better?" I teased, and he caught on immediately.

"I want you to treat me like you still love me," Tyler shot back, figuring he had me now.

"Hmmm, that's a toughie, but I guess I can fake it," I countered, as I finally shed my stoic façade and motioned them into the master bath.

After I'd washed each of them, they washed me, since I hadn't been able to do that when I was in with the four younger boys. Then, we dried off and brushed our teeth, before heading into the other room again. I knew they were expecting something more to follow, and since I thought it might help Tyler relax too, I strolled over to shut and lock the bedroom door. When I turned around again, I could read the anticipation on both of their faces.

"I've figured out a way we can do what you want tonight, since Tyler's doing better," I began. "First, we can rim each other, but we have to decide who is going to do it to whom first?"

"I want to do it to you tonight," Tyler stated, while fluttering his puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, so we'll all get on the bed on all fours and form a triangle with our bodies. Tyler you get here, Dylan here and I'll be here," I advised them. "Now you'll have to turn you head at a 90-degree angle to accomplish this, but it will allow us to do this to each other at the same time."

"Is this that ménage a three thing you were telling me about?" Dylan wanted to know.

"Yes, it's one version," I agreed, while silently chuckling at the way he'd phrased it this time. At least it was better than his 'manage a twat' comment the last time he'd brought it up. "Are you both ok with this?"

Each one nodded his head in agreement, so we all got started. After using our tongues to run around the area for a few minutes, I decided it was time to move to the next activity.

"Ok, here's what we'll do next," I informed them. "Tyler you stay on all fours and Dylan you get on your back and slide under Tyler, so you can suck him off. I'll lay down in front of Tyler so he can do the same to me and then I'll angle my body so I can take care of Dylan as well. Is everyone ok with this too?"

After getting an affirmative response from each of them, we began to work on each other's penis. Dylan was quite aroused and shot his load first, but I continued sucking on him while he did the same to Tyler. Tyler shot his load shortly thereafter and stopped working on me momentarily, so I ended up holding off until last. I had been close when Tyler unloaded and was just about ready to explode, so it didn't take very long after Tyler started in again before I filled him with my manly offering. Now that we'd each enjoyed a release, we cleaned off quickly, took a whiz and got a drink before getting back into bed. We then cuddled with each other for the rest of the night.

Saturday morning started off in a blur of activity, which began the moment we got out of bed. As soon as I fed the crew, I made sure each of them was ready to leave, which meant Ethan and Andrew were in their uniforms, because they had the first game. Dylan would play later, but Justin and Marcus had the day off. They didn't have a game or a practice, so I didn't worry about them as much. We would have time to come home after the little ones' game for lunch, so if they'd forgotten anything then they could get it then. Dylan would also be able to change into his uniform at that time and then we'd take off for his game.

Prior to the first game starting, but after Ethan and Andrew had taken off to warm up with their team, the other boys stayed with Tyler and did their best to make sure nothing happened to him. While they were doing that, I used the time to chat briefly with Sally, so we could discuss the idea I had mentioned to her on Friday night. During our conversation, Sally confirmed that everything was set, so I told her I only had to check with Don and Cherie now, to make sure they were ok with everything too.

Ethan and Andrew's game was really close and both teams played better than I seen during any of the previous games I'd watched. I guess that since they were approaching the end of the baseball season, each of the players were beginning to show improvement and the coaching was starting to pay off. Ethan and Andrew played another exceptional game, both on the field and with their bats, so I was very proud of them.

They were beaming when they came over to join us after the game ended and we all praised them for how well they'd done. Their team had only won the game by two runs, because it had been a very close and well played contest. After allowing them to celebrate with their teammates for a while longer, we said goodbye to Sally and I took the boys home so I could feed them lunch. I sponged Andrew and Ethan off first, since they'd gotten quite dirty during their game, and then I had them change before we ate. After lunch, we hung around the house until it was time to go to Dylan's game.

When we arrived at that field, Tyler's teammates all rushed over to greet him, including Coach Washington. They each told Tyler they were happy to see him out and about and that they hoped he was completely healed by the time school started up.

While Tyler and Dylan were busy doing that, I checked with Don and Cherie to make sure they agreed with what I had talked to Cherie about on Friday night. They were and thought it was a wonderful idea, so we firmed up some additional details and were totally agreeable for how this was going to take place.

Tyler's teammates couldn't stay and talk to him for very long, because they had a game to play. I think Tyler's presence had kind of given them a morale boost though, because they went out and blew the other team away. Dylan pitched and did a fantastic job, but the rest of the team played super too. When the game ended, Tyler's teammates came back over to see us and told Tyler that he had to show up at the rest of their games, since he was now officially their good-luck charm. This really meant a lot to Tyler and he was beaming when we finally left the field.

Once we got home, I hurried out to fix dinner, but not before giving the boys something to snack on first. We would be eating much later than normal because of the game, so I figured I'd give them something to munch on now. I hoped it would hold them over in between, because I didn't think any of them would be able to hold out until I took dinner out of the oven.

Everyone was in a great mood throughout dinner and even afterward. They talked about the two games the entire time, at least until we decided to watch a movie before going to bed. When that time came, the four little ones wanted to shower together again, and even though I was hesitant to do it, I finally relented, since they had been so good about it the night before. It was getting to be an old hat for them now and they weren't really that interested in me being naked too, because they were busy feeling up each other.

After I'd put that group in bed, Tyler and Dylan showed up and asked if I'd shower with them as well. They didn't demand or just announce we would do it this time, they actually asked. Seeing they were taking this approach, I decided to give in to them too and we did the same thing as the previous evening. That went for afterward too, except we did it in the reverse order this time. It meant that Dylan serviced me, I worked on Tyler and Tyler did the same thing to Dylan. They were both satisfied afterward and happily snuggled with me in bed until the alarm went off the next morning. Even though they didn't know it yet, we had another big day ahead of us.

When the alarm went off Sunday morning, I began rousing the boys and telling them to get up and get dressed. Since I hadn't forewarned them that I was going to do this, they all began to complain and wanted to know why we were getting up so early on a Sunday morning. I just told them I had something special planned, but I wouldn't tell them what it was or answer any of their questions either. I merely explained they'd have to wait and see, but I advised them to dress comfortably, preferably in shorts, and they were to wear their athletic shoes and a hat too, because it was going to be a warm day and we'd be doing some walking out in the sun.

While they were getting ready, I filled up a large cooler with the things I'd specifically purchased or prepared for the day. Then, I loaded it into the back of the Outback, along with a few other items, before I went back inside. I then whipped up a substantial breakfast and fed everyone, before having them load into the Outback with me. Once we were all inside, I drove over to the Cochrans' residence, because they were going to join us as well.

"Do we need to pick up something here?" Justin asked, looking confused as we got nearer to his house.

"Yes, your parents," I replied as simply as possible. Since they wouldn't be the only ones joining us, I'd concluded there would be too many to fit in one vehicle, so the Cochrans were going to follow behind us in their car.

As soon as we pulled up, Don and Cherie came out their front door and walked over to speak with us, so they could tell Dylan and Justin they wanted the boys to ride with them. Dylan and Justin spent a few minutes arguing the point and stating that they wanted to ride with us instead, but after Don threatened to have them all stay home, the duo finally did what their parents requested and we took off. They followed behind us as I led the way to the next location to pick up the other pair going too.

"Hey, what are we doing at my house?" Andrew squeaked up when he saw where we were.

"Your mom is coming too," I informed him, as the front door opened and Sally and Ann walked outside to join us.

"You three little ones get in the very back seat," I quickly advised them. "Tyler, you get out and get in the middle seat and you'll sit next to Auntie Ann." Sally then hopped in the front passenger seat, while Ann slipped in next to Tyler.

"I'm so glad you invited me to join you today. I know this is going to be a lot of fun and we'll all have a fantastic time," Ann announced, so I thought I'd offer her a word of warning.

"I haven't told the boys what we're doing yet, because I wanted it to be a surprise," I announced and she quickly nodded that she understood.

"Mum's the word then," she confirmed, as the boys started barraging me with questions again about where we were headed and what we were going to do.

I ignored them and chatted with Sally and Ann instead, as we set off for our final destination. The boys were busy trying to figure out where we were going, but that didn't actually happen until they spotted the sign at the entrance, when we eventually pulled off of the highway. That's when Tyler spoke up.

"So we're going to Stone Mountain Park then?" he asked, still not convinced this was what we were doing.

"Yes, I thought it would be fun to come here today and we'd celebrate the Fourth of July a day early. I felt the crowd wouldn't be as wild today, so it would be a better time to do this," I agreed.

The boys seemed pleased with this news, so I paid the entrance fee and we went inside. After locating a parking space that I felt might be shaded for at least part of the day, we all got out and walked to the building to pick up our passes. Once that had been taken care of, I informed everyone about what we were going to do next. I had planned the day out at home, so I knew in what order I wanted to do everything. I'd been to the park a few years back with my former boyfriend, so I was familiar with the activities here. I had attempted to mix things up to prevent Tyler from getting too tired and so the other boys wouldn't get too bored. Don and Cherie told me previously that they had come here once on a date, but that was quite a few years ago, before they were married, and things had changed a lot since then.

"Follow me," I announced, as I led them over to the 'Scenic Train Ride'. On our way there, I made sure Tyler was surrounded by those in our group, to protect him from others that might not be paying attention to where they were going.

"I've never been on a train before!" Andrew squealed all excited when he saw what we were going to do.

"I don't think any of the boys have been on a train before either," I agreed, as the other boys chimed in to confirm my observation.

"Tyler and I have only been on the kiddie train at the amusement park that our parents took us to when we were younger," Marcus added, with Tyler nodding his head in agreement. "Ethan was there too, but he was just a baby then."

"Same with us," Justin offered, which was confirmed by Dylan.

Once that was cleared up, we guided the boys aboard and took our seats. This ride had a full-size locomotive pulling a series of open-air cars that the passengers rode in. It took us on a five-mile ride around the mountain, during which we got to enjoy the beautiful landscape surrounding Stone Mountain. It also gave the boys a fairly good idea of what the park was like.

"This is fun," Ethan told us before the ride was over. "It's too bad we can't go to other places on trains like this."

"You still can, between some locations," I confirmed. "At one time though, trains were a very common way to get around, but that changed over time, after the invention of cars, trucks and buses. Certain areas, especially large cities, still use trains a lot to get people around and some countries still use trains as their major form of transportation." This seemed to satisfy Ethan, although he continued to ask a few more questions about the things I'd just mentioned in my answer.

Once the ride ended, I led everyone over to the 'Stone Mountain Museum and Memorial Hall' next. I wanted the boys to get a brief look at how this area had formed and how it had changed over time, but I knew this wouldn't keep their interest for very long.

"So this big rock just came up out of the ground?" Ethan wanted to know, as he looked up at me in wonder.

"It didn't happened overnight, but it was pushed up out of the ground just like the mountains were," I explained. "It happened millions of years ago and took a very long time to get like we see it now." Andrew nodded his head in response, so I interpreted this to mean that I'd answered his question.

After they saw what I felt were the most important aspects of the museum, it was time to move on to our next activity. When the boys saw what we were going to do next, it evoked an immediate reaction.

"Mommy, we're going to play mini goff, like I did at Marcus' birfday party!" Andrew squealed, totally excited.

"Yes, we are," Sally agreed, as she and Ann chuckled at his antics. "I think it will be fun."

"Yeah, me too!" Andrew quickly concurred.

We then got our golf balls and putters so we could start out, but I told the boys to pay attention to everything they saw along the course. Then, we split into groups and agreed to let Sally, Ann and Andrew go first, but Andrew quickly let us know he wanted Ethan to join him. Once that had been agreed to, they started out and then Don and Cherie went next, with Justin and Marcus, since those two wanted to be together as well. Then, I followed with Dylan and Tyler.

"That was fun," Justin told us, once we had finished the 18-hole course and were back together again, "but it was way different from Pirates' Cove."

"Yes, everything at Pirates' Cove was based on a pirate theme, but this one was based on something entirely different," I explained. "If you remember what you saw while you were playing, it all fit in with its name, the 'Great Locomotive Chase Adventure Golf'. The 'Great Train or Locomotive Chase' took place during the American Civil War when some men from the Union Army stole the Confederate train, 'The General', and tried to get away with it. They didn't quite make it, but it became a very famous event in history and a movie was made about it. It has also been mentioned in other movies and TV shows as well, so you might see it pop up from time to time."

"Neat!" the boys pretty much agreed, as they glanced back at the course. After I'd given them some time to see what I meant, I advised them about what we were going to do next.

I thought this would be a good time to take a break and grab a bite to eat, since it was already slightly after noon. I figured the boys must be getting hungry by now, and when I announced what we were going to do next, some of the boys cheered and confirmed my suspicion. Besides, certain lunch offerings were included in the price of the ticket, so I planned on taking full advantage of that fact.

After we'd finished eating, I decided it would be a good time to do something fairly easy to give our meals time to digest, so I informed them what I had planned next.

"Now, we are going over to take a look at the 'Antebellum Plantation and Farmland' exhibit. It's a collection of buildings that were built during the period beginning shortly after the Revolutionary War and up until just after the Civil War. These are all homes that had been residences in Georgia, but they were moved here to allow others to see what it would have been like to live back then."

"Gee, I'm not sure if this was here when we came before," Cherie stated, while glancing at her husband. "if it was, then we certainly didn't see it." I knew it had been here at that time, so I merely assumed the lovers had been focused on other things.

We entered the first house, which was built in 1783. After we made our way through it and had looked around, Dylan made an observation.

"This must be one of the older houses, because it's pretty small and there's not a lot to it. It couldn't have been much fun living back then, because it doesn't look like there was very much to do."

"Oh there was plenty to do, because the people living back then had to do almost everything for themselves. There weren't a lot of stores they could go to and buy what they needed. Instead, they grew their own crops, raised animals for food and hunted, but they also made their own clothes for the most part."

"Gee, that must have sucked," Justin added, looking disgusted.

"Not really. The people living back then weren't used to doing anything else. It was just the way things were," I countered. "I'll admit it was a hard life though, but they did what they had to do in order to survive."

By the time we got to the house built in 1875, the boys attitudes had changed slightly.

"This place is really nice," Marcus stated. "It's nicer than a lot of houses I've been in and the dining room was really fancy."

"And the furniture in it is all in great shape and not that much different from what we use," Tyler agreed.

"Yes, this was probably the home of a wealthy person and they had it much better than most, although they still lacked a lot of the conveniences that you boys are used to today," I pointed out. "They didn't have a furnace to heat the house, so they had to cut down and chop up wood to burn in the fireplaces in the different rooms to keep warm. They didn't have air conditioning either, or even electric fans to keep them cool, and it got pretty hot in Georgia during the summers."

"And no stoves, refrigerators, indoor bathrooms or running water either," Ann chimed in. "That must have been awful."

"Not so much for the owners," I challenged in reply, "since they had slaves or servants to do most of the hard work that was required."

"I'm glad I didn't have to do that stuff," Marcus added, while thinking about how much work he might have had to do.

After we'd toured the houses, we took the boys to the farm next. You might think this was a little childish for the boys, but the four youngest got a kick out of being around the animals and being able to pet them.

"That was fun," Ethan stated, as we were leaving the area. "I've never petted a goat before."

"Me either," Andrew chimed in. "I liked seeing all the animals and being able to get close enough to touch them."

Now that we were ready to leave that area, I felt it would be time to do something a little more fun. With this in mind, I led them over to do what was known as 'Ride the Ducks'. No, we weren't going to ride on a bunch of birds, but on some 1940s era DUKW transports, which were six-wheel amphibious vehicles made by GMC and similar to those used during World War II. These had been converted into comfortable open-air attractions that would take us on a fun thrilled ride from the land, into the water and then back onto the land again. While we were in the water, we took a nice cruise around Stone Mountain Lake, so the kids had to wear life jackets during the ride.

"That was really fun," Justin gushed when we got back.

"I liked it too," Sally quickly added, while grinning at the boys.

"I think my grandfather used one of those during World War II, but I'm sure it wasn't quite as nice," Don added. "I would guess he was probably being shot at too."

"But it was neat that those things would work on both the land and in the water," Marcus chimed in. "I wish our cars could do that."

"It wouldn't be practical for most areas of the country or for a lot of the families either, but I'm sure there is probably something similar available for those that can afford it," I stated, satisfying Marcus' curiosity somewhat. I still had the feeling that he might want to investigate the idea further when we got home.

Since we were ready to move on again, I had everyone follow me over to the next area. I had saved one of the best activities until now and hoped the boys would enjoy it more after we had done the other things first. With this in mind, I led them over to the 'Summit Skyline Ride', which was a high-speed cable car system that would take us up to the very top of Stone Mountain. After making sure Tyler was protected from the others in the gondola, we were able to look around at the stunning views of the Atlanta skyline and surrounding area. When our car got close to the Confederate Memorial, I decided to fill the boys in about it.

"This sculpture was started by the same guy that carved Mount Rushmore, but it was finished by three other men," I explained. "That was because work on it started in 1915, but it wasn't completed until 1972. It took that long because work stopped on it during both World Wars I and II."

"Dang, that took a long time," Tyler observed. "So who are those three guys on the mountain?"

"The figures you see where thought to be three of the most important people to the Confederate cause," I answered. "The first one is Jefferson Davis, who served as President of the Confederate States of America. Then there's General Robert E. Lee, who was the Commander of the Army of Virginia, although most historians say he was in charge of the entire Confederate Army. The other man is another famous Confederate general, Thomas 'Stonewall' Jackson."

"He sure had a funny name," Marcus observed.

"Well, 'Stonewall' was just a nickname he was given during a battle when he stood firm in the face of the enemy attack," I explained. "He got it after another soldier observed that General Jackson was 'standing like a stonewall' under the fierce assault and the nickname stuck. Unfortunately, Jackson was later killed by a Confederate soldier, when he was mistaken for an enemy soldier."

"Wow, that fuckin' sucks," Dylan blurted out, before clamping his hand over his mouth and waiting for his parents to scold him. They merely gave him dirty looks, but they didn't chastise him at the time. I had a feeling this incident would be brought up again later though, possibly on the ride back.

"But didn't they try to keep the blacks as slaves?" Justin asked, looking conflicted. "Wasn't that a bad thing, like all the talk about the Confederate flag now?"

"Yes, it's what the Confederacy fought for and why the flag and things like this still create such strong feelings in people," I agreed. "It isn't typical for the losing side in a conflict to be honored like this, but many southerners never gave up trying to subjugate the blacks, even after they lost the war. Over the next hundred years, their ancestors and supporters did everything they could to keep the cause alive and passed laws that kept the south segregated. This monument was designed and most of the work completed on it before the Civil Rights Movement began and the laws ending segregation were passed, but now people are once again questioning whether the state should be running a place like this."

"So why did you bring us here?" Marcus followed, looking confused.

"We didn't come to honor these people or that part of the past, but it also doesn't mean you shouldn't know about it. Knowing things such as this can help to keep it from happening again," I offered, in an attempt to answer his question. "What we came here for was to watch the fireworks and celebrate the birth of our country, as well as just have a good time." That seemed to answer their question, so I left it at that.

Once we were at the top of the mountain, we walked all around, so we could look in all directions and enjoy the view. Off course there were barriers of sorts to keep people from going too far and tumbling off, because we were over 825 feet [250 m] above ground level. Not only were we able to observe the Atlanta skyline, but we could also see the Appalachian Mountains when we looked to the north.

"Did they use this place during the Civil War?" Tyler asked, as he looked about.

"I'm sure there were some scouts that climbed up here and used it as an observation post to watch for troop movements," I confirmed. "Other than that, however, it wouldn't have served any useful purpose. The soldiers wouldn't have been able to shoot their rifles from up here with any accuracy and it would have been tricky getting the cannons and supplies they would need up here to use them. It would have also required a lot of effort to prevent them from rolling off the mountain after they were fired, because you can see the top isn't exactly flat." I saw the boys looking around after I'd said that to confirm my point.

"So you mean there's a way you can walk up here too, not just the way we did it?" Dylan followed.

"Yes, there are trails you can follow to both climb up here or walk down afterward," I answered. "Normally I would have had us all try that when we left here, at least those that wanted to do it, but it's not an easy thing to do and I didn't want to take the chance of Tyler injuring himself. I also wasn't sure if the women would be up for it either."

"Y'all got that right," Ann chimed in. "I did that when I was a lot younger and I darn near killed myself. My body got going really fast on the way down, because it was so steep, and I nearly ran head-first into a tree before I could stop."

"I remember when that happened," Sally agreed. "Climbing down wasn't as easy as you would think, just because you're going down hill. It's much better to ride down in the cars that we came up in."

Once everyone had seen everything they wanted to from the mountaintop, we hopped into a cable car and rode back to the starting point again. Once we were there, I led everyone to a shady spot on the open, grassy expanse in front of the Confederate Memorial so we could take a breather and wait for the next activity to start. I told the others to wait there and keep our place, while I went back to the Outback to grab a few things. I took Don and Dylan with me to help out and we walked back to the parking area to collect the items we needed.

When we got to the wagon, I handed Dylan a duffle bag with three blankets inside and a couple of plastic bags that contained bags of potato chips, Doritos, Cheetos and a few other items. I then lifted the cooler out of the back and set it on the ground. It was on wheels and had a handle that could be used to pull it with, rather than having to carry it. It was the cooler my ex-boyfriend and I used to load up with beer and other things when we went someplace to party with our friends. Now, Don and I were going to pull it together, because it was loaded down and the terrain along the way back to where we left everyone else was not flat or without its share of ruts.

Once we reached the others again, I took the duffle from Dylan and spread the three blankets out on the ground for us to relax on. As soon as everyone was comfortable, I explained what we were going to do next.

"The cooler not only contains all kinds of beverages, but there are a bunch of sandwiches inside too. I made tuna, egg salad, roast beef, ham and sliced chicken sandwiches, so there should be something everyone will enjoy. Each Ziploc bag is marked, but there's also a package of cheddar cheese slices in there too, in case you want to add cheese to your particular sandwich. Take whatever you'd like and there are some heavy duty plates and napkins in one of the plastic bags, along with some chips and other snacks. We'll eat now and then hang out here until the laser show and fireworks get started."

"Dang, Blake. I didn't know y'all could do things like this," Ann teased, as she went to take what she wanted.

"I'm really glad Andrew is getting a chance to see a man can do this stuff too." Sally agreed with her sister and Andrew merely smiled. He'd heard his name mentioned, but I'm not convinced he truly understood why his name had been brought up.

After we'd finished eating, we put all of the garbage into the plastic bags and then tied them shut. I would put them into the cooler before we left, but there were still more drinks in there that the others might want to get out before then, so I'd wait to do that until later. Once those things had been taken care of, we merely leaned back, relaxed and chatted as we waited for it to get dark and the laser show to begin.

While we were doing this, I noticed a group of guys lower down on the open area and they were tossing a football back and forth. I wasn't sure if they were planning to play a game or just playing catch, but I kept an eye on them just in case. After a few minutes, some of those guys began running pass patterns and another would throw them the ball. These patterns not only kept getting longer and longer, but they also were coming closer to where the rest of us were seated. Becoming worried, I got up and approached one of the twenty-something young men and spoke.

"Would you mind doing this in another location?" I began, as I drew his attention to me. "We're waiting for the laser show to begin and I don't want you running into any of us. We have women and young children in our group, plus my son is still recovering from extensive surgery after a recent accident. I don't want another accident to injure someone else or to set back his recovery."

The young man looked at me and then over at our group. When he did, I saw Tyler lift his shirt and expose his lengthy scar. I didn't think he could have possibly heard what I was saying, so he must have surmised what the conversation was about. After seeing our group and Tyler's scar, however, the young man looked at me and spoke.

"Yeah, no problem," he agreed. "There's an open space over there so I'll get my friends to go over there instead."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that," I offered, as he went back to inform his friends about our discussion.

A few minutes later, they were moving to the other side of the open area and I breathed a sigh of relief. I'm not sure what I would have done if they hadn't agreed to do this, since there were several of them and basically only Don and myself to stand up to them. I'm just grateful they weren't drunk or just plain stubborn, because if they had been, either we would have had to move or possibly even needed to leave early, which would have ruined an otherwise lovely day.

When it finally started to get dark, we sat up and prepared for the laser show to get underway and we weren't disappointed. The boys were totally impressed by the vast number of lasers flashing on and off, as they pulsed and seemed to jump and dance over our heads. There was also a selection of different musical numbers blaring over the loudspeakers while this was taking place and a variety of digital images were being projected against the mountainside. This included an American flag and a large graphic that read 'USA' with a red, white and blue ribbon below it. Everything highlighted the patriotic nature of this celebration and it was a very rousing and entertaining show.

"That alone was worth the price of admission," Don stated, once the show ended.

"Yes, it was fascinating and even kept the boys' attention," Sally quipped right after.

Shortly after the laser spectacular ended, the fireworks display began. It was a breathtaking assortment of aerial rockets going off and included quite a few of the following, initially set off in separate groups. There was the Peony burst, a spherical display of colored 'stars' and the very similar Chrysanthemum burst, but this one appeared like shooting stars instead. Then there was the Willow, where the various streaks seemed to open up and then cascade toward the ground and the Palm, which looked like a collection of comets streaking out in various directions. There were also the Crossettes, which produced stars that then burst into smaller stars, as well as the Ring that produced halo like shapes and the familiar Roman Candles that looked like sprays of stars.

After each explosion, which you not only could hear but often could also feel as the compressive explosion bounced against your chest, there was a round of oohs and aahs of delight. Before it ended there was also an impressive and massive finale, where those in charge set off an assortment of the most colorful and loudest types of fireworks in rapid succession. After the last of these explosions had boomed above our heads and the streaking lights in the air had faded away, we began to pick up and pack things into the cooler.

"This was a really great day and I enjoyed it a lot, especially since I haven't been able to do very much recently. Thank you for making this all possible," Tyler told me and I could tell he was being totally sincere.

"It wasn't just me that made it possible," I shot back. "Uncle Don, Aunt Cherie, Aunt Sally and Auntie Ann all chipped in to make it happen too, so make sure you thank them as well."

The boys then began to move around and thank each of the adults for the fantastic day we'd just enjoyed. Then, we packed everything up and lugged it back to our vehicles, so we could head home. We dropped Sally and Ann off first and said goodbye to each one.

"Thanks, y'all. I had a great time today," Ann told us before she got out.

"I had a wonderful time too," Sally added. "I hope we can do other things like this as well." I merely nodded in agreement.

"Bye, Auntie Ann and Aunt Sally," all of the boys answered in return.

"Thank you for coming with us, Mommy and Auntie Ann," Andrew added, bringing a smile to his mother and aunt's faces.

Dylan and Justin then got out of their parents' car and hopped in with us again, because they would be spending the night at our place. When they were buckled in, we said goodbye to Don and Cherie too. As we were driving away, I could tell the boys were tired, so by the time we got to the house I chased the younger four upstairs so we could take a quick shower first, before I put them in bed. They were all sweaty and dirty from the long day and I didn't want them to get into bed in that condition.

The shower was quick and surprisingly no one sprouted an erection this time. After I'd washed each one off, I had them brush their teeth and then I agreed to let them sleep naked, since they said they were too tired to put on their PJs. I guess at least some of them were as exhausted as they claimed, because Ethan and Andrew were asleep before I left the room. Justin and Marcus, on the other hand, were holding up a little better.

Dylan and Tyler wanted me to shower with them too, which I did, but as we were finishing up our nightly ritual, they surprised me when they announced they were also too tired to mess around tonight too. They said we could do something special the following night, although I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. However, everything came to a screeching halt when we re-entered the bedroom and discovered a naked Justin and Marcus lying on the bed.

"What do you two think you're doing?" I asked when I saw them.

"Me and Justin decided we wanted to sleep with you tonight," Marcus announced without hesitation.

"Too bad. Dylan and I are sleeping in here," Tyler shot back and Marcus immediately bristled.

"You two sleep with Uncle Blake all the time," Marcus stated, as he scowled at his brother. "We want to do it tonight."

I quickly felt I needed to step in and began to nudge Dylan and Tyler toward the bedroom door. At the same time, I also spoke to Marcus. "I'll be right back."

"What are you doing?" Tyler demanded, as I guided them into the hallway.

"Yeah, we want to sleep with you," Dylan confirmed, supporting his buddy.

"Just consider yourselves lucky that you weren't planning on doing anything tonight anyway," I countered, which caused them to shoot daggers at me with their eyes. "Marcus is right and you two have monopolized my bed, so I feel I need to do this for them tonight, unless you'd prefer I ban all of you from my bed."

"We don't want that either, but we like cuddling with you," Tyler reiterated, hoping I'd change my mind.

"That may be, but so do the others and I can't ignore when they want to do it too, if I don't want to cause a major mutiny in the ranks, so to speak," I answered. "Just do this tonight and you'll be able to join me again tomorrow night. Justin won't be here then."

As they began to finally understand, I urged them to go into Tyler's room. I then tucked them in bed and kissed them both goodnight. They still weren't happy, but they did what I asked anyway.

When I got back to my bedroom, Justin and Marcus had pulled back the covers and were waiting for me. I was going to say something about them being naked, but decided I'd better not, since at least Marcus knew that Tyler had slept with me that way before. He might have even been aware that both Dylan and Tyler had slept with me that way too, so I didn't want to initiate an argument. Instead, I crawled into bed between them.

As soon as I pulled the sheet up over us, they both cuddled against me and I placed an arm around them. After I kissed them both and wished them sweet dreams, it didn't take long before they were sound asleep and content to be with me for the night.

We all slept in a little later on Monday morning, since we were still exhausted from all of the walking around and excitement of the previous day. Today was the actual Fourth of July and the official holiday, so most people wouldn't be working. It also meant there would be a lot of other things going on too.

When we got up, I fed the boys breakfast and told them to fill up, because we wouldn't be eating again until later, when we would be having company for a late lunch. The boys immediately wanted to know who was coming over, and even though they guessed correctly about who'd be joining us, I wouldn't confirm their hunches. They didn't know for sure until Don, Cherie, Sally and Ann arrived to join us a little while later, but we were going to do something else first.

This time Sally and Ann rode with Don and Cherie, while all of the boys got in the Outback with me. We then set out for the Fourth of July parade that was being held locally, since we felt it would be fun to see as well. We'd also probably run into others we knew while we were there, so it would give us a chance to intermingle briefly too.

The parade wasn't anything special, just the typical community parade, but it might have been a little better than what you'd see in a smaller area. The parade was quite long, but it was also enjoyable and started off with a police SUV cruiser. It had its lights flashing and the siren being used intermittently to clear the way. Behind them was a military color guard carrying the American flag, followed by a series of military jeeps with local veterans riding in them to represent the various branches of the armed services. Each jeep had a sign attached stating which of the various conflicts that group had taken part in, from World War II, Korea, Viet Nam, both Iraq wars and Afghanistan. Many of them were also wearing their old uniform, many of which probably had to be altered first or an appropriate facsimile of the one they had worn made for this purpose.

Behind them was an 18-wheeler pulling a flatbed with replicas of a World War I fighting plane, a propeller driven fighter plane from World War II and a jet fighter that might have been used in Viet Nam or one of the later conflicts.

"Wow! Look at how different they are from each other," Tyler observed as the float drove in front of us.

"What's even more amazing is that those changes all took place in just over 50 years," I pointed out. "The first plane could have been used in 1917 during World War I, the second in 1944 during World War II and the last one in 1967 during Viet Nam. That's not a very long time to have made that much advancement in aeronautical engineering." The boys all nodded in agreement with my comment.

After that float passed by, the police color guard came next. They were followed by several police cars and SUVs, along with several cops on motorcycles and a dozen more officers on bicycles or walking with their K-9 partners. After that was the first on the civilian groups, which were intermixed throughout the parade. These groups might include social or charitable organizations, businesses or various political candidates, with each one having its own banner to signify who they were.

They were followed by the first of the bands, which in this case was a high school group. They sounded really good and played a medley of patriotic songs, which got everyone in a really good mood quickly. Behind them was a series of antique cars, many of them convertibles, and they carried various dignitaries as well. Each car had a magnetic sign or banner attached to either side that explained who was riding in the vehicle. The first of these cars contained the parade's 'Grand Marshall', while others held local and state politicians or important people from the community. I was more interested in the cars and was able to recognize vehicles from the 1920s to maybe as late as the 1980s and I tried to fill the boys in about each of them. There were also a few 'muscle cars' too and the boys got a kick out of seeing them, as well as some of the older vehicles.

"I'm glad we don't have to ride in those old cars now," Ethan stated while making a face. "They look funny and probably don't go very fast."

"Oh, they went fast for their time and were a big improvement over what came before them," I assured him.

Then came the first of the groups that stopped to sing, dance or perform a martial arts, cheerleading or other routine for us. These groups were interspersed from this point on, until to the end of the parade. This particular group stopped briefly and sang 'God Bless America' and they enticed a large number of those in the crowd to sing along with them, including most of our group.

"That was fun and I knew the song," Justin stated, once the singing ended. "They sing it at different games, so I've heard it a lot."

"Yes, they do," Don agreed. "Some major league baseball teams use it during the 7th inning stretch and other sports often use it during intermissions as well." Justin seemed pleased by his father's acknowledgement.

Behind that group was an assortment of clowns, with some of them on bicycles or unicycles, while others where on miniature motorcycles. There were also a few on rollerblades that were juggling clubs or balls, but others were making balloon animals and balloon hats that they passed out to the kids along the way. There were a couple of other clowns with dogs that were doing tricks for the crowd, upon command.

"I wouldn't mind trying out one of those little motorcycles," Dylan observed, with Tyler quickly agreeing with him.

"That little dog is sooo cute and he keeps going in an out of the clowns legs," Andrew bubbled as he watched it happen. "I hope he doesn't step on the poor doggy."

"I think he's being extra careful so that won't happen," Sally offered, trying to reassure him.

"I like the jugglers," Ethan chimed in. "I wish I could do that."

"You just have to give it a try and then practice a lot," Ann encouraged him.

Right after that group was an SUV pulling a flatbed trailer with a sign announcing it was carrying the 'Old Timers Band'. They were having a good time playing Dixieland music.

"Now that's more my style," Cherie joked, seeing the musicians seated on the float. "Not only do they sound good and the music gets you moving, but riding sure beats marching the entire way too!"

There were a few newer cars after that, mostly convertibles, and each one represented a specific group, again noted by a sign or banner, with the various members seated within. Among this group was a series of cars with individuals dressed to represent some of our former presidents and their wives. The first of those cars had George and Martha Washington, followed by Thomas and Martha Jefferson, Abe and Mary Todd Lincoln, Theodore and Edith Roosevelt, Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and Jack and Jackie Kennedy. I thought this was a particularly classy and interesting touch.

"Hey, how can it be them?" Marcus wanted to know. "Aren't they all dead?"

"Yes, so they are just people made up to look like them, but they are also wearing costumes from the period in which they lived too," I informed him. "Since it's the birthday of our country, this just honors some of those who led the nation at various times and might be considered some of our greatest presidents."

This group was followed by a fife and drum corps and the boys seemed intrigued by the different sound they made. This group played a variety of older patriotic or quasi-patriotic songs, such as 'Yankee Doodle', 'My Country Tis of Thee', 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic' and 'Dixie', along with 'The Minstrel Boy' and 'Garry Owen'.

"The song they're playing now is called 'Garry Owen' and that was a favorite of Colonel George Armstrong Custer," I informed the boys. "He liked to have it played when his troops were on the move from one place to another."

"I know I've heard the name of that guy before, but I don't remember why," Tyler stated, as he tried to recall why he knew it.

"He was a general during the Civil War, but what he's best remembered for was his worst defeat. That was when his 7th Cavalry was massacred by Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse and a bunch of other braves that fought with them at the Battle of the Little Big Horn," I answered.

"Oh, yeah. 'Custer's Last Stand'," Tyler added, as it finally came to him.

Behind them was another float and this one had a replica of the Statue of Liberty on it, along with a guy dressed up like Uncle Sam.

"That's not as big as the real Statue of Liberty, is it?" Ethan wanted to know.

"No, the original is over 300 feet tall [90 m], so the real one is about twenty times bigger than what you see on the float," I answered. "Did you know the Statue of Liberty was given to us by the French on our country's 100th birthday?"

"Yeah, we learned about that in school," Dylan replied, although it was news to some of the others.

"Was there really an Uncle Sam?" Justin followed, as he waited for an answer.

"I guess in a way you might say there was," Don answered this time. "When I was your age, we learned that the figure of Uncle Sam was based on Samuel Wilson, during the War of 1812. I've also heard that Uncle Sam was mentioned in the song 'Yankee Doodle', which is much older than the War of 1812. They say the name Uncle Sam was just used in the song as a nickname for the United States, since their initials were both U.S."

"Oh, yeah! I see now!" Justin exclaimed, as a light bulb went off in his head.

"I think most people think of Uncle Sam from the posters used to recruit soldiers during war time," Ann added. "Maybe y'all have seen a poster with Uncle Sam where he seems to be pointing right at you and saying 'I Want You For the Army!', or something like that."

"Yeah, I've seen those in my history books," Tyler confirmed.

We almost missed the group that came next, seeing we were so busy talking. It was the fire department's color guard, followed by an antique fire truck.

"Do they still use that?" Andrew asked his mother while the rest of us were still carrying on the other discussion. He was asking about the smaller, older fire truck that almost looked out of place now.

"No, it probably hasn't been used since your Auntie Ann's and my papaw was a boy," Sally informed him.

"What's a papaw?" Andrew followed, since he was unfamiliar with the term.

"It's what a lot of southern folks call their grandpas," Sally clarified and Andrew nodded his head in understanding.

Behind that was a modern fire truck, which dwarfed the other one, and several emergency vehicles. There were also a bunch of different individuals walking along with them, the women's fire auxiliary, and they were tossing candy, bubble gum and lollipops to the kids in the crowd.

"Hey, I want to get some of that stuff," Marcus stated as he stepped off the curb. Some of the other boys soon followed and one of the ladies spotted our little group. She stopped and tossed a couple of handfuls of treats in their directions, which the boys hurriedly snatched out of the air or grabbed off of the ground.

"Thanks!" I heard a few of them shout in response.

Next came another high school band, but this one was led by a large collection of cheerleaders and a big color guard unit. They stopped briefly so that group could do a little of their flag and rifle routines, but the cheerleaders also led a cheer as well, while the band played.

"That's neat how they spin the flags and guns," Ethan stated, while watching the action.

"I like the way they toss them to each other!" Tyler exclaimed as he watched the objects sail back and forth.

The next group was quite unusual, but still very entertaining. It was a collection of men dressed up in period uniforms from the Revolutionary War, War of 1812, Civil War, World War I, World War II, Viet Nam and up to the present day. They also carried replicas of the weapons that would have been used then too, at least I didn't think they were the real deal. If they were, I hope they weren't loaded. Behind them was another group dressed up as frontiersmen, such as Lewis and Clark, Daniel Boone and Davy Crocket, and then there were others dressed like cowboys. Some of the last group were doing rope tricks too.

"I wish I could do that," Justin observed, as he watched the cowboys doing their rope tricks.

"It takes a lot of practice to get that good," Cherie warned him, which I think made Justin lose interest in acquiring the skill.

Right after them was a group of young people twirling batons and then a group of older women dressed in period costumes from the early 1900s. These women were carrying a banner about Women's Suffrage and the 19th Amendment, which gave women the right to vote.

"Who are they?" Andrew wanted to know when he saw that group.

"They represent the women that fought for equal rights and the right for women to vote," Cherie told him.

"You mean women can't vote?" Andrew followed, looking confused.

"They can now," Cherie confirmed, "but not until those women fought for the right." Andrew looked satisfied with the answer.

After them came a bagpipe and drum group, which I assumed signified the various immigrants that relocated to this country, as they helped to settle it and make it strong.

"I still think bagpipes sound like a bunch of cats fighting," Don quipped as they passed by. As soon as he said this, I heard some of the boys begin to giggle.

Behind them was a collection of various Boy Scout, Cub Scout, Girl Scout and Brownie troops that represented the youth of our nation.

"Look, there are kids our age in the parade!" Ethan pointed out when he saw them.

"Yep, there sure are," Ann concurred, just so Ethan didn't feel ignored.

Those groups were followed by the last of the marching bands and then a bunch of people on horseback, along with some kids riding ponies. Behind them was a man with a large, plastic wheelbarrow and two others with shovels, to clean up after the horses.

"Oh, wow! I wouldn't want their job," Tyler joked when he realized what the men were doing.

"Yuck! They have to scoop up all the horse poop!" Marcus exclaimed, wrinkling his nose. That comment made everyone chuckle.

Once the parade ended, we happened to run into a bunch of people we knew on the way back to the cars, so we stopped and spent some time chatting with them. The boys got to talk to some of their friends that they hadn't seen since school ended, so they enjoyed having a chance to interact with them too.

When we got back to the house, we hurriedly got ready to have our cookout. We decided to hold this at our place for several reasons. First, we had more room than the others, just in case it rained and we had to move inside, plus we also had a larger yard if it stayed nice out. On top of that, all of the boys were already staying with us, so only the adults had to get ready earlier to join us. It worked out just fine.

Don, Cherie and I had chipped in to buy the meat and rolls, so we could offer an assortment of hot dogs, hamburgers and sausages. The women had also made a salad each, with Cherie bringing a macaroni salad, Sally a southern potato salad, which had a lot of egg in it, and Ann chipped in a Waldorf salad. I also provided dill pickles and sweet gherkins, as well as the other condiments necessary. In addition to all of that, Ann and Sally had brought the dessert, which consisted of watermelon and cantaloupes, but there was also some vanilla ice cream too.

Don and I manned the grill, while the ladies got everything else set up. Cherie even went inside and fried up a bunch of onions and green peppers on the stove, so we could add those to the meat as well, if we wanted. Once everything was ready, we adults sat down to eat at the picnic table, while the boys opted to bring out folding chairs and then each pair shared one of our wooden TV trays, which they placed their meals on. It worked out well and we all enjoyed a wonderful meal.

After we were done eating, we took it easy for a while, although we did some less strenuous things too, such as playing a few simple games. I saw Don and Cherie playing the game with the boys where they place the palms of their hands against one another and the person whose hand is on the bottom tries to move it quickly enough to slap the back of the other person's hand before he could pull it away. Don seemed to be doing pretty well against the younger group, while Cherie didn't seem to be quite as successful.

I also saw Sally and Ann playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with the younger group, with varying success. While they were doing that, I went into the house and rounded up the top half of three identically colored plastic eggs that were left over from Easter and a small rubber ball. I took that outside and played a version of the shell game with the boys, although mine was on the up and up.

In addition to those games, we all took turns playing Bocce Ball and croquet with the boys, after we explained how to play each game to them. Don and Cherie had brought those items with them when they came over this time, which was something I hadn't even considered. Cherie had Sally and Ann set up for croquet and then we all switched playing the games with the boys. They turned out to be wonderful and fun activities that we all enjoyed doing together.

Later, we all drove down to watch the local fireworks display. It wasn't as good as the one from the previous night, but it was still nice and we enjoyed it. After we got back to the house and everyone had collected their things, I said goodbye to Andrew and Justin, as well as Don, Cherie, Sally and Ann, because they were all going home. We'd had a good time, but now it was over.

After they'd departed, I took Ethan and Marcus up for their shower and then put them to bed. When I returned to my room, Tyler and Dylan were waiting for me. It caused me to remember what they'd said the previous evening about doing something special tonight, so I wondered what they had in mind.

"We want to thank you for the fun time we had the last two days," Tyler informed me, after I entered the room. "So we want you to take a shower with us tonight, but Dylan and I will do all the work."

"Hey, I wasn't the only one responsible for the last two days," I challenged, to let them know the others had played a part too.

"Yeah, we know, but we're pretty sure it was your idea," Dylan offered, with Tyler nodding in agreement.

I didn't bother to argue the point and followed them in to the master bath to shower instead. They started off working together to wash me first and then they did the same to each other. After we had dried off and brushed our teeth, I followed them out to the bed to see what they had planned next. Dylan made a side trip first and went over to shut and lock the bedroom door. I guess they had something planned that they didn't want the younger boys to walk in on.

"We're going to take care of you first and then we'll do each other," Tyler announced while Dylan was doing that.

"Yeah, this will be another night when you don't have to do anything to us," Dylan added with a smirk.

To my surprise, the boys took turns rimming me first and then sucking me off. One would start and then do it for a while before the other would take over. Tyler was the first to rim me, while Dylan finished me off, but then Dylan was the first to suck me off, before Tyler received my load. Then Tyler laid beside me and kissed me while Dylan was rimming him and sucking him off, and then Dylan did the same thing while Tyler serviced him. It was slightly different than anything we'd done before, but it was all very enjoyable.

After that little workout, Dylan and Tyler cuddled up against me so we could go to sleep. They were even more cuddly than usual, if that was even possible, but I think last night had a little something to do with that. They both mentioned that they hadn't been happy about what happened and they weren't thrilled about not being able to sleep with me, but then they let me know I was still truly loved.

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, I thought that if this was what they meant by doing something special, then I was all for it. Not only had I enjoyed what we did together, but I also slept really well and woke up totally refreshed in the morning.

Seeing Tyler was getting better, I called my boss on Tuesday and told him that I'd be coming back to work the following Monday. He was thrilled to hear this news, although he said he would continue to send things I could work on throughout the rest of the week.

Dylan quickly offered to stay with Tyler after I'd returned to work, so he could help him with whatever he needed. The two of them also offered to watch the younger pair during that time as well, so Marcus and Ethan wouldn't have to spend time with the Riordans. I told Dylan that would be fine with me, but he would have to get his parents' permission first, in order to do this. He had been with us for a very long time already, so I wasn't sure how his mom and dad would feel about him staying longer. After I'd told him this, he called home and spoke with his mother, but she asked to speak with me before giving him an answer.

"Blake, is this something that will actually help you or is Dylan just trying to find a way to continue staying there?" she wanted to know.

"Let me answer your question this way," I replied, hoping what I was about to say would let her make up her own mind. "I really hate the idea of leaving Tyler alone while I'm at work, but I can't continue staying at home for much longer without it hurting us financially. I also don't feel Tyler is capable of watching his brothers without help yet either. I can always send the three of them next door and let Brenda Riordans watch them during the day, but the boys would rather not do that, if at all possible. I have thought about this at length after Dylan first mentioned the idea to me and I've decided Dylan and Tyler would be able to handle things here and watch the boys too, as long as they do it together. For that reason, his help really would be a benefit to us."

"Ok, then I'll talk to Don about this and get him to agree," she assured me. "I just wanted to make sure Dylan wasn't pulling a fast one."

"No, he's actually trying to help out," I assured her.

"Then I hope he's ready to do that when he returns home," she stated and I understood what she meant. Don would now expect Dylan to do more to help out when he got back, since he'd let him help us for so long. I thought I'd better mention this fact to Dylan and forewarn him about what he should expect.

During this same time, we were also entering the final week of the summer baseball season. I can't say that I was terribly sorry to see it come to an end, because it had been very hectic dealing with the boys going in all different directions, but I also had to admit it had been good for them. With the exception of what had happened to Tyler, the boys had all blossomed and grown while taking part in it.

On Wednesday, Marcus and Justin had their final league game, while Ethan and Dylan both had practice. I dropped Ethan off with his team and asked Sally if she would keep an eye on him for me, so I could go watch Marcus' game. She said she'd be happy to do that for me, so I took Tyler and headed off for the field where Marcus was playing.

To my surprise, it didn't turn out to be a very close game. The team they were playing was going to finish in the lower half of the standings, so they didn't have a lot on the line to play for. Marcus' team, on the other hand, was determined to end the season with only one loss, which they had no trouble doing. When their game ended, Coach Howard called the team together so he could speak with them.

"Even though we had that one loss, we still finished up in first place," he announced. "The team that beat us not only lost to us earlier, but they also lost to another team, so they'll finish in second place with two losses. You had a great season and I am proud to be your coach."

Needless to say, Marcus and Justin's teammates began to cheer and dance around, as they began to celebrate their success. They went completely wild for a few minutes and the parents were having a good time watching their sons enjoy the results of their hard work. Eventually, we got the boys to calm down and took our sons home.

Marcus was still wound up when we got to the house and that didn't change in the slightest during the shower. Since Tyler and Dylan were able to see how Marcus was acting, I noticed Tyler say something to Dylan and then Dylan followed Marcus into his bedroom after I'd finished washing him. Dylan told Marcus to lie down on the bed, still naked, and then advised him what he was planning to do.

"I know you've done this with Justin before, so I'm going to do it to you now. It will help you to settle down, but it will also make it easier for you to go to asleep. Just don't expect Tyler or me to do this for you again."

Dylan then bent over Marcus' smaller frame and began to slowly lick and play with his genitals, before he took Marcus' penis into his mouth and attempted to give him the best blowjob possible. Dylan told me later that Marcus' body went limp when he first started doing this, almost as if he was sucking the energy out of Marcus' body, but that didn't last for very long. Dylan said it all seemed to change when Marcus began to sense that special feeling building in his groin, because he started bucking his hips upward, in an effort to make it happen sooner. Even though it was only a dry orgasm, it obviously did the trick, because shortly after Marcus thanked Dylan for doing it for him, he fell asleep.

Upon returning to join me in my bedroom after servicing Marcus and after I'd tucked Ethan in bed too, I went in to shower with Tyler and Dylan next. Once we'd finished, I decided that they needed to be rewarded for being so thoughtful and considerate for taking care of Marcus, since it appeared to have been Tyler's idea and Dylan carried it out. After I thanked them for helping out, I began doing the same thing to Dylan first. I used my tongue to bathe and stimulate the entire area, but I also used my teeth to nip and tug at the skin on his scrotum, as I attempted to tease and please him at the same time. Dylan was squirming around on the mattress and whimpering as I did these things to him, and then I started to nod up and down on his turgid pole.

Dylan was usually quite vocal when I did this to him and tonight was no exception to that rule. Dylan was moaning, cooing and purring as I sucked and bobbed up and down on his pride and joy, so I had to warn him to keep the noise down. His hips were also bucking up and down in an effort to hasten the results and increase his pleasure, which was merely an ageless and inbred response to any sexual act. This went on until his body tensed and his hips lunged skyward one final time, as the seminal fluids came surging up the tubes in his penis and spurted out of the tiny opening at the tip. After I'd completely drained him, I gave him a kiss and left him to enjoy the wonderful sensations still coursing through his body.

While Dylan was recovering from his post orgasmic haze, I did the same thing to Tyler, because he had been the one to suggest to Dylan about doing it to Marcus. I took my time with him too and attempted to give him the same amount of satisfaction from my efforts. He was nearly as vocal and aggressive as Dylan had been and I eventually coaxed the boy ambrosia from his penis too, as his mind swirled in sexual ecstasy. After I finished, I gave him a very passionate kiss as well, since I was pleased that he had been so concerned about his brother.

Even though I tried to resist their efforts to reciprocate, I gave in and allowed them to do the same for me. They took turns and alternated between sucking on my penis and nipples, and their efforts proved extremely successful. Dylan was the one working on me when I busted a nut and he drank it all down without missing a drop. After I'd recuperated, I pulled both boys' bodies against mine as they cuddled against me and we eventually fell asleep.

Tyler didn't have a doctor's appointment on Friday, since Dr. Flatow had set the next one for two weeks later this time, but we still had another ball game to go to. Dylan was playing his final game that evening, and of course Tyler demanded that we be there to watch. Once we got to the field, Tyler's teammates told him they knew they were going to win, since he was there and they considered him their 'good luck charm'.

It was a close game, but Tyler, Dylan and their teammates were all thrilled when the team won, but unfortunately they finished the season in third place. Tyler's coach and teammates told Tyler that they were convinced they would have finished in first place if he hadn't been hurt. Everyone agreed they had really needed him to pitch, along with Dylan, but they also missed his bat in the lineup, since he'd been hitting so well. They felt that not having him in the batting order had really hurt them in the games they'd lost, but now the younger players were already talking about winning it all next year.

Ethan's team had its final game on Saturday. I'd been impressed all season long with how well Ethan and Andrew had played, so I wasn't surprised when their team ended up the year undefeated. It was a goal Marcus wished his team had attained too, but he and Ethan were thrilled they'd both played on a first place team.

The rest of the weekend we just enjoyed each other, but I also took time to get everything ready for Monday. I'd be returning to work and leaving the boys alone, so I went over some things with them first. I wanted to make sure this worked out and they were all happy and safe in the process.

I went in to work for the first time on Monday and many of my co-workers came over to welcome me back and so they could ask about how Tyler was doing. I appreciated their support, as well as their concern, and thanked them sincerely, but I also explained that I'd try to make it up to them for having to cover for me for so long. It was nice to know they cared, but it also felt good to be back with them all again.

The boys and I were mildly surprised when Ethan got a phone call Monday night from Coach Lucas, since the season was now officially over. Unbeknownst to us, he was calling to tell Ethan that both he and Andrew had been selected to the All-Star team. It meant they would be playing one additional game against a team from a nearby community and they would be practicing on Tuesday and Thursday. Needless to say, Ethan was walking on air for the rest of the night.

After the call, I pulled Marcus aside so I could explain something to him. "I know you're probably disappointed, but I doubt you'll be receiving a similar call. Not only were you one of the younger players in your league, but you weren't a starter for most of the season either. You and Justin will have two more years playing in the league, so you'll have other chances to be an All-Star. This was Ethan's year to shine as one of the older players in his league and he had a really good season too."

"I know and I'm happy for him," Marcus replied. "I would have liked to be an All-Star too, but I understand why it probably won't happen."

"I'm glad you're mature enough to accept that," I followed.

On Tuesday, while I was with Ethan for his All-Star practice, Dylan and Tyler got phone calls from Coach Washington. Dylan had been selected as an All-Star for his league and would have to practice on each of the next three nights. The league coaches had also decided to make Tyler an honorary All-Star, because he wouldn't be able to play. The other coaches felt he still deserved the honor for what he had accomplished before he was shot, so this was their way of acknowledging his achievements. Tyler and I both thought it was a nice gesture on their part and were appreciative of the recognition.

The following Friday I took Tyler in for his next appointment. The doctor hadn't ordered another CT scan this time, but I still had to take Tyler in for a physical examination. After checking him over, Dr. Flatow announced that Tyler was doing very well and would be able to start school in a couple of weeks, but he gave Tyler a temporary release from P.E. classes. He also sent along another note to request the principal allow Tyler to leave his classes a couple of minutes early, so he could move to his next class without being involved in any bumping or jostling in the hallways along the way. Tyler was fine complying with both of those conditions and his next appointment wouldn't be for another month.

Saturday morning, Ethan and Andrew were scheduled to play in their All-Star game, so we drove over to pick up Andrew and Sally at their place, so we could all ride together. Both boys played fantastic again and their team won, which was basically just a morale builder for the players and boasting rights for their league. That pair was thrilled though and acted as if they had just won the World Series.

After we returned home and I'd gotten Ethan cleaned up, we had to eat quickly and then leave to go watch Dylan's All-Star game. Making the All-Star team with the older groups meant he would be playing in a tournament, with the winning team moving on to the next game. If the team continued to win, the boys could advance through the regional and state levels, but they could possibly even progress to the national tournament.

Unfortunately, this was not to be their fate. Although the game was a close and the team played well, Dylan's group lost, thus ending his season. Tyler felt badly for him and promised they would do a lot better next season. I guess he felt they'd both make the All-Star team next year and win a few games. How many, if any, only time would tell.

There was also a lot to do before school started, since we had to buy new school clothes and footwear for each of the boys, along with whatever supplies we knew they would need. We would do a little shopping each weekend from now until school started, beginning with this Sunday when I'd take them to the mall. I'd let each boy pick out whatever he wanted to wear and would only interfere if I felt one of his choices was inappropriate for the school setting.

The boys and their friends ended up begging me to let them spend the final weekend in July at our place, since classes would be starting the following Wednesday. I had no problem with this, and luckily neither did their parents, so Andrew and Justin were dropped off that weekend with us, since Dylan was still here. He had managed to spend nearly the entire summer at our house and I could tell Justin was more than a little jealous of that fact.

"Trust me, it wasn't all fun and games for your brother," I told Justin to soothe his bruised ego. "Dylan had to do a lot of work to help me take care of Tyler and he had to do a bunch of other things that Tyler wasn't able to do any longer, plus he helped me with other stuff as well. I'm sure he ended up doing more work than you would have wanted to do."

Since he understood it hadn't all been fun for his brother while he was with us, Justin felt a little better now. I was glad to see this, because I didn't want any hard feelings to resurface between the pair, seeing they had been getting along so well since they started hanging out with my boys on the weekends.

As had become the usual modus operandi as of late, I took the four younger boys upstairs together to give them their shower. They preferred doing this over taking a bath and it was actually quicker for me, since they were all together. They also still got a kick out of seeing each other naked and had fun playing with each other's genitals. At the same time, they'd began to regard me as just another part of the shower stall and none of them tried anything sexual with me, so I no longer was concerned about doing this with them.

On the other hand, Dylan and Tyler liked showering with me too, but they also enjoyed washing me too. This typically led to some sexual hijinks in the bedroom afterward, which I was beginning to look forward to as well, possibly even more than they were. It hadn't progressed beyond the oral gratification stage so far, and I certainly wasn't ready for anything more than that to happen either, but what we did seemed to keep all of us fairly mellow. I just tried to keep the younger boys oblivious to what I was doing with the older pair, since I didn't want any of them begging to become involved too.

I actually thought by now Tyler would have given up his idea of being my lover and spending the rest of our lives together, but that hadn't happened yet. Although I tried to encourage him to be more involved with Dylan, and possibly even to discretely explore other options within his age group, he still insisted that he only wanted me. He was willing to mess around with other boys from time to time, since I had been encouraging it, but he proclaimed that he knew he was meant to be with me forever. Whether that would work out was still to be seen, but I was slowly becoming less resistant to the idea as every day passed.

Since Andrew's birthday was on Wednesday too, along with the start of school, I had talked Sally into having his party at our place that Sunday, since the boys would all be there. She was grateful for my offer, since her place was so small, but she decided to only include my boys, Justin, Dylan and her sister. She did this because the baseball season had ended and she didn't have a way to contact the other boys on his team.

Since Sally and I had first started talking about the possibility of doing this a couple of weeks before it took place, I had time to plan something special for Andrew's birthday as well. During the interim, I had discovered the 'Lion King' was going to be performed at the Fox Theater in Atlanta that weekend, so I'd ordered matinee tickets for all of us to attend. It was going to be a surprise for everyone.

I got the boys up and dressed in nice clothes early that morning, but I'd also advised Sally and Ann to show up early dressed to go out too. I told them they could leave the things for the party at the house while we were gone, but I didn't tell them why or where we were going, even though they tried every trick in the book to get me to spill the beans. Once they were all at the house, I had everyone load into the Outback and we took off. All I would tell them was that I had a birthday surprise for Andrew.

Everyone kept bugging me about where we where going, seeing the ride took more than forty minutes, but I never divulged our destination. When I pulled into the parking garage that was just down the street from the theater, I finally announced what we were going to do.

"Since I wanted to do something special for Andrew's birthday, I got everyone tickets to see the matinee performance of the 'Lion King' at the Fabulous Fox Theater." This elicited some very vocal cheers from the boys and got me some very harsh glares from Sally and Ann.

"You shouldn't have done this without checking with me first," Sally scolded. "I would have found a way to help pay for it."

"Yes, y'all are doing way too much," Ann agreed.

"It's part of our gift to Andrew," I countered. "Besides, my boys will enjoy it just as much as he will."

"That may be true, but you already bought the bat pack for Andrew's birthday," Sally pointed out.

"Yeah, so it's not a big deal and let's get moving, because all of you will want time to check out the building first, because it's spectacular," I told them. "There's also a huge pipe organ that is hydraulically lifted out of the orchestra pit before the show and a organist plays songs to entertain the audience while they are waiting for the show to start. I'm sure you will all love it."

"Sally and I went to see a movie there when we were younger," Ann offered. "It's an amazing place and y'all are goin' to love it, but you still shouldn't have done this." I merely looked back at Ann, rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders in response to her comment.

We hurriedly got out of the wagon, locked it and walked across the street to the theater. As soon as we were inside, I gave everyone a quick tour around the public areas first, so they could examine the 'Moorish themed' decor. They all seemed mesmerized by the elaborate Arabic (Islamic) decor, but I also showed them a few places that contained some Egyptian style architecture as well.

After they'd had a chance to look around, I led them inside the theater to locate our seats. Once the usher helped us find them, we settled in to enjoy the music supplied by the organist. He was quite good and played several songs, many of them show tunes, and the boys mentioned that it sounded like what you might hear at a circus. I told them it was similar, but not the same thing, since the circus would most likely use a calliope, not a pipe organ.

The show started out with a soloist singing the same African themed song that was used in the movie and this immediately got the boys' attention. Then the various animals began to take the stage or parade down the aisles, and the boys commented about how creatively they were designed so you could tell what they were, but in many cases still see the actors. It was a very well performed production and we all thoroughly enjoyed the show. Once it ended, it took us more than a few minutes to exit the theater and make our way back to the car.

"That was so neat! Thank you for taking me here," Andrew gushed as we were heading back to the Outback.

"It was like the movie and they even used a lot of the same songs," Ethan agreed.

"I thought this might be more for the younger kids, but I enjoyed it too," Tyler added, with Dylan nodding his head in agreement, much to my delight. I'd been a little worried about the two of them.

"It was really awesome," Justin chimed in. "I've never seen a show like this before and I can't wait to do it again. Maybe we can talk our mom and dad into taking us to see something else." That comment made me hope I hadn't created a problem for Don and Cherie now.

"Yeah, it was fun," Marcus chirped in agreement, "but I liked the building too. It was really cool!"

"The whole thing was very special and a wonderful experience for all of us," Sally agreed. "I just wish your Uncle Blake hadn't spent so much to do this."

"Do you hear me complaining," I shot back, drawing another evil glare from Sally and Ann, although they eventually both cracked a smile.

When we got back to the house, Sally and Ann took over the kitchen and prepared dinner for us. They'd brought everything they would need with them and planned on doing all of the work, including the cleanup. After enjoying a wonderful meal with them, they just watched, open-mouthed, as each of the boys got up, including Andrew, took his dishes out to the kitchen, rinsed them off and then loaded them into the dishwasher. A short time later, Dylan, Justin and Marcus returned to take Sally, Ann's and my dinnerware too, since they were still taking it easy on Tyler and didn't allow him to do this. Both women just glanced over at me and shook their heads, before they went out to the kitchen to cleanup everything else.

The boys and I stayed in the dining room, as the younger group offered more comments about the show and then began to chat about the start of school. Some of the boys were wondering if they were going to be in the same classes together this year or if they'd have different teachers, although Justin and Marcus knew already. Justin was a year ahead of Marcus in school, because his birthday came before the cutoff date. I merely told the other boys they'd just have to wait and see what situation turned out. As soon as that discussion ended, Andrew, Justin and Dylan wanted to know if they would still be able to come over once in a while and spend the weekend with us. I assured them it was fine with me, as long as their parents agreed to it as well. They seemed satisfied with this answer, at least for now.

About the same time, Sally came in carrying a cake with lighted candles on it and Ann had a couple containers of ice cream, which she set on the counter. After she set the cake down in front of Andrew, we all sang 'Happy Birthday' to him and he blew out the candles, before the ladies served the cake and ice cream. I think we all enjoyed it.

Once we'd finished our treats, Justin raced off to get something, while the others removed the dinnerware we had just used and rinsed it off, before putting it in the dishwasher. When Justin came back, it was easy to see that he was carrying a package for Andrew.

"This is from Dylan and me, so happy birthday," he said as he handed the gift to Andrew. Andrew opened it to find a 'Super Stadium Baseball Game'. "We thought you'd have fun playing it and maybe you could even bring it back with you when you stay over here next time, so we can play it with you."

"Yeah, that would be great and I'll do it. It will be fun for us to play it against each other! Thank you!" Andrew responded, with an ear-to-ear, toothy grin.

Shortly after he'd opened his present, we noticed the time and Sally and Ann announced they had to get going. They thanked us several times for the great day and then they had Andrew grab his things, so they could leave and go home. Once they'd driven away, I had Dylan and Justin get their stuff from upstairs and get into the car, so I could drive them home too. I told the other three boys they could stay put until I got back.

Justin and Dylan both thanked me too, but I could tell Dylan was a little sad about leaving us, since he'd been at the house with us for so long. I had agreed with his parents that it was time for him to return home and that Tyler was well enough to watch his brothers for the final two days before classes started. It was kind of a melancholy end to an unusual summer.

When I got back, all three boys announced they wanted to shower together with me, which I found a little surprising. I was amazed that Tyler had agreed to this too, but then I discovered there was an ulterior motive behind this strange request. The other boys had told Tyler they wanted to check out his scars, and although Tyler had no problem doing this, he wanted me there when it happened. His brothers hadn't really seen his scars yet, since Tyler had wanted to keep the boys from staring at them, so he had either worn a shirt or kept the area covered by blankets. Now, the younger pair's curiosity had become more than they could contain and they convinced Tyler to show the scars to them. Once we were all undressed, the questions began.

"Dang, how come you have such a long scar and not just one where the bullet hit you?" Marcus wanted to know.

"It's because the doctor had to cut me open to patch up the injuries inside too," Tyler answered. "After he did that, then he sewed me up again, so that's what you see here."

Both of the little ones also asked Tyler if the scars hurt, and when he assured them they didn't any longer, they asked if they could touch them. Tyler allowed them to do this briefly, but when I saw it was starting to bother him, I made the other two stop and then I led them into the shower. I concluded that was why Tyler wanted me there when they did this, to prevent his brothers from getting carried away.

Over the next two days, I just kept checking with the boys to make sure everything was set and they were ready for the first day of school. I didn't want to be running around Wednesday morning trying to find things or discovering that we'd forgotten something, and so far it was all looking good.

Tuesday night, I not only got all of the boys showered, but I also made sure they had everything laid out for the morning. Once I woke them, they'd have to get dressed, grab everything they'd need for the day and then come down for breakfast. They'd all agreed to take their lunch the first day, so I made sure I had what would be needed to pack it for them. I wanted this to all go smoothly, since I needed them to get off to a good start, as I got them back into a routine again.

Once the other two were in bed, Tyler entered my room. "Can we do something tonight, because I know you're going to tell me we can only do that stuff on the weekends once school starts."

"Yes, you should probably start sleeping in your own room again and it would probably be best to limit these types of activities," I agreed. "Maybe just for special occasions or if something unusual comes up, but for the most part we'll only do these things on the weekend. I am willing to help you out tonight though."

I thought it best to agree with what he imagined was going to occur and then hope he would go along with it, but I had a feeling this wasn't going to happen, at least not easily. I was prepared for him to try to wheedle his way into my bed again and look for ways to coax me into giving in to his sexual needs, but that wouldn't be so bad either. Actually, doing those things with him was helping me too, because I'd been more relaxed and easy going since we'd been helping each other out. However, I would try to hold off as much as possible, even though I was beginning to question why.

"Will you rim me the way you used to do it, before I was hurt? You know, with me on my back," Tyler wondered.

"The doctor hasn't given you your final release yet, but since you've been bending over to tie your shoes and doing other things like that, I think that will be fine. We just have to be careful and make sure you don't get carried away," I conceded.

"Great! I don't know why, but it feels better and I like doing it that way more," Tyler gushed in return.

As a final farewell to summer and a silent celebration to signify that Tyler was just about healed, I attempted to give him the best rim job and blowjob he had ever experienced. Once he was in position, I dove into his butt with more enthusiasm than normal and licked, sucked and penetrated his opening with more gusto and wild abandon than ever before. I think Tyler could sense the difference as well, because he was gasping, whimpering and even mewing as I did this to him. At the same time, I attempted to limit his physical responses to my effort, since I still wasn't convinced he was completely healed. Even so, I was able to tell that he was thoroughly enjoying my passionate attention and delicate touch.

By the time I had moved on to his penis, Tyler was begging for release. He was moaning that he 'needed to cum badly', which I was independently able to judge by his actions. I wasn't about to hurry this though and attempted to work on him slowly, so it would last longer, but his body failed to cooperate. I had only bobbed up and down on his erection a few times when his body decided it couldn't hold out any longer and he surrendered his load down my throat. I guess the other stimulation must have gotten him so worked up that he was ready to blow the moment I got to his penis.

After he'd recovered from his post orgasmic fog, he returned the favor and did the same things to me. Once I had enjoyed my release too, we cuddled together and went to sleep, although I'd originally told him he should sleep in his own room tonight.

Wednesday morning was a blur of unaccustomed activity. As soon as Tyler was awake, I sent him over to his room to get dressed and then I went to wake up his brothers. After they were up and moving, I went downstairs to prepare breakfast and pack their lunches, before racing upstairs to get dressed too. I got back just in time to see them off on their buses and gave each one a kiss before opening the door and telling them to have a good day. Once they were gone, I got in the car and drove to work.

I couldn't help but wonder how the boys were doing as the day progressed, but I was sure they were doing fine. Instead of thinking about them, I attempted to focus on my job and what I had to do until I got home later. The boys were all there when I arrived and each one was eager to tell me about his day.

"Me and Andrew are in the same class!" Ethan shouted gleefully.

"That's nice, but you two can't spend your time fooling around and talking in class," I reminded him. "You have to behave and can only do those things on the playground or after school."

"I know," Ethan groaned, since I'd just thrown a damper on his good news.

"Me and Justin are in different grades, but our rooms are pretty close to each other," Marcus told me. "We have lunch at the same time and I'll see him at recess too, but that's all."

"I'm sure you'll survive and don't forget he'll be coming here some weekends too," I pointed out.

"I'm glad he'll be staying over once in a while," Marcus agreed, as I looked over at Tyler.

"Dylan's in a couple of my classes, but not all of them," he stated. "It's not that bad though, but I wish we had all our classes together."

"Yes, I am sure a lot of people wish for things that will never happen," I replied. "We just have to learn to do our best with the way things are."

I then made sure the boys got busy doing their homework and I was surprised to see that even Ethan had homework this year as well. It looked as if the extra freedom he'd enjoyed last year had come to an abrupt end. While they were doing that, I went out to fix dinner.

Later, while we were eating, the boys told me more about their day, their teachers and their classes. They all seemed fairly satisfied with how things were working out for them this year, except that Marcus and Justin weren't in the same grade and Dylan and Tyler weren't in all the same classes. Marcus also mentioned something about trying to skip a grade so he could be with Justin, but I didn't think that would be a good idea. Other than that, things seemed fine.

The boys also had lists of extra things they needed to get before the next day, so after dinner we ran out to do some additional shopping. We picked up most of the items they needed, but we couldn't find all of them locally, so I told the boys that I'd stop at another store the following evening on the way home from work and see if I could find the rest of their required supplies. Then I took them upstairs to shower, before I tucked them in bed and kissed them goodnight.

The school year started off smoothly, which meant it was also time for the Little League Regional Playoffs and the lead up to the Little League World Series to be broadcast on the sports channels. Since this was something the boys were interested in too, I watched the games with them in the evening, but only after I was certain their homework had been completed.

"I sure hope me and Justin get good enough to play in this next year or the year after," Marcus announced.

"They're really good, but they play and practice a lot. Me and Dylan never even got close to doing anything like that," Tyler announced, trying to keep Marcus from getting his hopes up.

"Yeah, but you didn't have Uncle Blake working with you when you were our age," Marcus shot back, with an air of superiority.

"That's true, but it's still really tough to make it that far," Tyler countered. "You can do it, but it takes a lot of work and much of it you have to do on your own."

Once that had been settled, we went back to watching the game. We did this nearly every night when there was a game on one of the channels. It helped to keep the boys occupied, whenever they didn't have school work to take care of, and it was fun to do.

Tyler didn't have his next doctor's appointment until Friday, August 13th, so I told the school and my boss that we'd be late that day. My boss was fine with this, since I told him I'd take work home over the weekend and finish it up there, if I didn't get everything done before I left.

Tyler had another CT scan scheduled at the hospital first, which meant I had to get him up even earlier than I normally would for school, so I could get him there in time. Dr. Flatow was ready for us when we got to the office and he had a big smile on his face.

"If my examination of Tyler looks as good as the CT scan, then he's ready to be released, with only a few minor restrictions," he announced when he joined us. This put a huge smile on Tyler's face too, as he prepared for the doctor to check him over.

"You appear to be doing fine, so I'm going to remove nearly all of the remaining restrictions." Dr. Flatow stated. "Just be extra careful and no contact sports for a while. To make certain the school knows this too, I'll be sending a new note with you which will inform the school nurse and those involved that you are not to be allowed to participate in certain activities, particularly in P.E. for the time being.

"Until the first full week of October," Dr. Flatow continued, "I don't want you involved in football, soccer, basketball, wrestling, gymnastics, softball or baseball in your P.E. class. However, I have no problem with you doing most track and field activities, except for the high jump, pole vault or hurdles. I will also allow you to do the other jumps, like the triple jump or broad jump, as long as you are careful not to exert yourself. You'll also be able to participate in weight training, calisthenics, volleyball, tennis, badminton and most other activities, because you're doing very well. I just don't want you taking part in those activities where either intentional or unintentional contact with others may happen."

"So will I be able to try out for the basketball team when it starts in November?" Tyler pressed, just to make sure.

"Yes, by then you should be completely recovered and have no restrictions at all," the doctor confirmed. "I just thought it would be best for you to stay away from as much potential contact as possible for a few more weeks." Needless to say, Tyler was thrilled.

Now that we were done there, I dropped Tyler off at school and then I went back to work. I was excited, but not just because of the good news about Tyler. I was also looking forward to the other boys being at the house when I got home later. They were all staying over again and high school football team had a home game this evening, so I promised to take them to it. Although none of the boys were playing a fall sport, they still liked to go to the high school football games. It was mostly just so they could see their other friends and hang out with them for a while, but they also liked to cheer for the high school team too. I had no problem with that, because I enjoyed watching the games as well.

Shortly after I got home, I spent some time with the boys first, before going up to change. Then, I took them over to the diner to eat, since I didn't feel like fixing anything. Ann was there and waited on us, and the boys let her know they were pleased to see her again.

"So what are y'all up to tonight?" she asked, although I felt she might have a good idea about our plans.

"Uncle Blake is taking us to the football game," Andrew told her. "I ain't never been to one before."

"Yes, Uncle Blake is giving y'all a bunch of new things to try out," she replied with a smile. If only she knew how true that was.

While we were eating, the manager came out to say hello and to tell Tyler that he was glad to see he was improving. I think Tyler was mildly surprised that the manager seemed to know so much about what had happened, including how he was recovering. I believe what impressed Tyler the most was that the guy really cared about how he was doing and I think it touched Tyler deeply.

At the game, I allowed the boys to sit with their friends, although I glanced around every now and then so I could keep an eye on what they were up to. I felt they were all fairly safe here, since they were in pairs and part of a group most of the time, plus I trusted each of them not to wander off or get into trouble. Every so often I would take a moment to satisfy my curiosity and make sure they were still ok, but I never saw them doing anything they shouldn't. At halftime they all came back to join me again, but I think it was basically so I'd take them over to the concession stand to get them something. However, they did stay with me for a short time after we got back, but that was probably just to thank me for buying what they wanted, before they went back to rejoin their friends.

I was glad to see Andrew was having just as much fun as Ethan with the group they were with. Since Sally had originally told me that Andrew didn't have any other friends when we first met, I was a little worried about this, but it seemed as if the baseball season and Ethan had helped to solve that problem.

When the game ended, I took the boys home, but they were still a little wound up. Our team had won, so the boys were more than a little excited, but they were also thrilled about being together again. I went in to shower with the four younger boys first and made sure they were all clean before tucking them in bed. Dylan and Tyler wanted to shower with me when I finished up, but they also let me know it was time to end their drought.

"We haven't done anything for a couple of weeks now, since like before school started, so you've got to help us out tonight. Can we doing something, Uncle Blake? Pleeeze?" Dylan begged as we were getting out of the shower. "I've been jerking off, but it's just not the same, because it doesn't feel as good as what we do with you. That's why I really want you to do something with us tonight."

Although Tyler wasn't in quite as bad shape as Dylan, we hadn't done much either. I'd only agreed to do those types of things with him on the weekend in between, so I could tell he was also anxious to do something as well.

"Ok, it has been a while and you've been good about everything so far, so what do you have in mind?" I offered, while studying their faces.

"Dylan and I talked it over earlier and we want you to rim and suck both of us off," Tyler announced. "Then we're going to work on you together. Is that ok?"

"It sounds like fun and I'm game if you are," I agreed. "So what are we doing first?"

"You can do me first, since I need it the most," Dylan quickly informed me. "Maybe you can even do it to me twice, since I've had to go so long without anything." He looked at me with the most pathetic expression on his face after making this comment.

"Let's see how it goes first," I answered, as he hurriedly got into position with his knees pulled back almost to his ears. He truly seemed excited about doing this again.

I had no problem with rimming Dylan, but he was squirming around much more than normal, which indicated he might be struggling to hold off his ejaculation. Since this seemed to be the case, I took pity on him and moved up to begin working on his penis. It was a good thing I did too, because he blew almost immediately and filled my mouth with his creamy load.

"Damn, I guess you were horny," I stated, as I let him calm down from his post orgasmic bliss.

I then did the same thing to Tyler, but I set a more leisurely pace with him. I took my time and rimmed him for a while first, before working my way up his perineum, over his scrotum and licking up the length of his fleshy pole before finishing him off. I had to warn Tyler to quiet down a few times, because I was afraid the other boys might hear him and realize what we were doing if they were still awake. I was also worried the noise might even wake them if they were already asleep, and I was convinced that would lead to lead to some awkward questions that I didn't want to answer. Tyler tried to honor my request, but he was still quite vocal, although not at the same volume as before. After he made his deposit in my mouth, I let him have a few minutes to come back to earth again, before we moved on to the next step.

"K, now it's time for you get on your back and pull your legs up," Dylan basically ordered me. "I'm going to rim you while Tyler kisses you."

I liked the idea of doing something with both of them at the same time and quickly did as they requested. Seeing it was Dylan's choice to rim me, it just proved to me what I'd already assumed, that he was very fond of this activity, both giving and receiving. While he was doing that, Tyler moved beside me and began to kiss me with a passion, or was it lust, that he hadn't showed in a while. At the same time, his hand was tweaking my nipples, thus making the experience even hotter.

When Dylan finished up, he and Tyler basically switched places, so Tyler could begin to suck on my cock, while Dylan moved up to take over for Tyler. Dylan did the same things to me that Tyler had done previously, while Tyler bobbed up and down on my erection. Much sooner than I wanted, I felt the churning in my testicles and the fluids began to rise up my shaft. Moments later, I was experiencing a mind blowing orgasm and filling Tyler's mouth with my thick, man cream.

The boys gave me a couple of minutes to regain my senses after my powerful release, but then Dylan made his wishes known to me again. "Will you do me another solid and do it to me again?" he whined, sounding almost desperate. "You saw how quick I jizzed the last time, so I know I'll be able to cum again, just not as fast this time."

After seeing the needy expression on his face and hearing the pleading quality in his voice, I agreed to do this for him. He quickly got into position again, but this time his actions weren't quite as animated as before. I eagerly rimmed him for several minutes this time, as I listened to him coo, purr and moan in appreciation. Then, I worked on his perineum, before I had him lower his legs so I could attack his scrotum and work my way back to his erect boyhood. This time I was able to take a much more leisurely approach to sucking him off, but I could tell he enjoyed it just as much, except he wasn't quite as needy as before.

I worked on Dylan for a fairly long time, as I slowly brought his boy juices to a slow boil again. Then, all of a sudden, it was like someone threw a switch and Dylan launched into an unexpected frenzy. He began forcibly thrusting his hips upward, into my mouth, which alerted me that he was on the verge of another release. His moaning had also become louder and I could hear the urgency in his groans too, as I tried to bring him off for the second time this evening. Finally, his body stiffened, his back arched off the mattress and he drove his penis deep inside my mouth, as he unleashed his next offering to my ministrations. As the last squirt hit the back of my throat, his body collapsed onto the mattress and then he barely moved for the next couple of minutes. If I hadn't been able to see his chest rising and falling with each breath he took I might have become worried, but instead I merely waited until he had recovered.

Since he'd been laying so still, Dylan nearly scared the crap out of me when he suddenly bolted upright, wrapped his arms around my neck and began to kiss me. "Thank you so much!" he gushed. "I really needed both of those and it was even more fantastic than usual. I really love you and I'm so glad me and Tyler were good friends so I got the chance to spend time with you too."

"Hey, I'm glad too and I'm pleased I could help," I replied, as he squeezed me even harder. He was obviously one grateful kid.

As soon as Dylan calmed down again, I cuddled with the two boys and we fell asleep. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was, sandwiched between this pair, and it didn't even feel as awkward as it once had. I'd finally come to accept that I was attracted to these two, although not quite in the same way, but I no longer had any hang-ups about what I was doing with them. It was what they wanted and I wasn't forcing them in any way. I was just giving them what they asked for, maybe even what they needed, at least for the time being.

We all slept really well until morning, when I suddenly found four more bodies sprawled on top of the bedding. Each one was as naked as the day he was born and they were all staring at me when I opened my eyes. Fortunately, Dylan and Tyler were still sound asleep and lying peacefully under the covers.

"Since Dylan and Tyler got to sleep with you last night, can we sleep with you tonight," Justin asked and I knew there was no way I could refuse him. I had to do this for them, seeing I'd been caught with the other pair, but nothing else would happen, other than sleeping together. I just wasn't sure how Dylan, Tyler and I had been caught, because I was fairly certain that I'd locked the bedroom door before we did anything the previous night.

"Yeah, I think we can do that," I finally replied, which got those four cheering. The noise woke up the older pair and they looked confused when they saw the other boys in with us. Luckily, the younger ones had no idea that we were naked too, and I didn't want them to find out, so I told them to go get dressed and head downstairs so I could fix everyone breakfast. As soon as they were gone, I look at Dylan and Tyler and spoke.

"It looks as if you two won't be able to sleep with me tonight, since the younger boys asked to do it after they'd discovered us together. I'm not sure how they got in here though, because I was positive I'd locked the bedroom door last night."

"Umm, that might be my fault," Dylan confessed. "My stomach hurt and woke me up last night, so I thought maybe I had to take a dump. I didn't want to do that in your bathroom and stink up the place, so I got up and used the other bathroom instead. I just had a lot of gas though and farted a lot, but I guess I forgot to lock the door again when I came back. I might have even left the door open. I'm sorry if I messed things up."

"It's not a big deal for me and the only one you messed anything up for was yourself. Now, you guys won't be able to sleep in here tonight," I stated. "It also means you'll have to take care of each other."

"You're not going to do anything with them, like you do with us, are you?" Dylan shot back, with his eyes wide.

"No they just want to sleep with me," I answered. "I would have thought you would know me better than that."

"Yeah, I do, but I just wanted to be sure, because Justin's been doing stuff with the other boys," he replied, sheepishly, while looking down at the covers. "I just thought maybe they had talked you into doing something like that with them too before we woke up, kinda like me and Tyler did when we first started." I was surprised that he had admitted this, so I wasn't in a hurry to let him off the hook.

"So you two planned that out, did you?" I teased, as the two of them began to look guilty. "Well they're not quite as devious as you guys or as experienced at plying me to get what they want." This comment caused both of them to blush slightly. "And they also haven't got the nice teen cocks that are just so suckable."

This temporarily caused Dylan and Tyler to look at me oddly for a few seconds, before their faces broke into a huge grin. Then, they glanced at each other quickly and exchanged nods, before they threw back the covers back and shook their morning wood at me.

"Hey, cut that out! The little ones might come back here and catch you doing that crap. Just grab you underwear and head into my bathroom, while I throw something on. I'll make sure the other boys are with me, so you guys can go over to Tyler's room and get dressed before joining us."

They agreed and did what I'd asked, as I hurriedly threw something on. The four younger boys were already downstairs when I got there and immediately let me know they were hungry. I quickly asked what they were in the mood for this morning and then began to fix it for them. Once everyone was fed, we had to decide what we were going to do for the day.

The younger group decided they wanted to watch cartoons first, but then they were going to play the baseball game that Justin and Dylan had given to Andrew for his birthday. Once the four younger boys had made up their minds, Tyler and Dylan told me they wanted me to go outside so I could start working with them on their basketball skills. I had no problem doing this, since they wouldn't be playing a game and Tyler wouldn't have to worry about unwanted contact.

Over the summer, I had been passing a garage sale and noticed there was a portable basketball hoop for sale. Since Tyler had told me previously that he and Dylan wanted to play basketball in the fall, I decided to stop and pick it up, so we'd have it for later. Since they had been so wrapped up in baseball at the time and then Tyler got shot, they hadn't noticed it. I'd merely stored it in the garage until we were ready for it, so now I hauled it out from where I had kept it, set it up and then filled the base with water to keep it from tipping over. Once that was set, I dug out the basketball I had stored with my things when I'd moved here from my apartment, while Tyler went to get another ball that he had. After making sure both balls were inflated properly, I took the boys outside to workout.

First, I had them stretch and loosen up, and then I watched as they began dribbling and making lay-ups. I told them that I wanted to see them drive hard, since it was what they'd have to do to score in a game, and then I critiqued their attempts. I also said I wanted to see them use their left hands to drive and shoot, since they were both right-handed. Their initial attempts with their off hands were somewhat pathetic and even comical, so I decided that I needed to work with them on this skill.

"That certainly wasn't very good," I commented, as I called them over to discuss things. "You're going to have to work on your left hand until you get a lot better than that."

"Hey it's hard because that's not the hand I use the most," Dylan replied as he gave me a dirty look.

"I know, but you have to learn to use your left hand nearly as well as your right, if you want to make it harder for someone to defend against you," I began. "If you're going to be a guard, it will make you more effective if you can use either hand and go both ways, so I'm going to break the skill down into its basic parts so you can work your way up to doing this."

To begin with, I merely had them place the basketball in their left hand and get used to banking it off the backboard and putting it in the hoop. After they'd done that for a while, I had them lift their left knee when they were shooting the ball, to get them into the habit. When they got used to doing that, I had them take a single step with their right leg and push off with it, elevating their body off the ground as they lifted their left knee and shot the ball. When they were both comfortable doing this, I had them dribble a couple of steps with their left hand and then finish off doing those things we'd just practiced until they were able to make a left-handed lay-up. After working on this for nearly an hour, they began to get slightly more proficient at it.

"That's much better, but you still have a lot of work to do before you master this skill," I advised them.

"Yeah, but we've gotten a lot better and I can see why you said we had to be able to do this," Tyler responded. "It might even be the thing that will help us make the cut for the team."

"It's hard, but we're going to keep working on it until we can do it as good as with our right hands," Dylan chimed in.

"Now that's a great attitude," I quipped back.

After we finished doing that, I had them practice their passing skills. We worked on the two-handed chest pass first, making it with the palms facing outward on the follow through and the thumbs pointing down. When they'd done that for a while, we moved on to the two-handed overhead pass, the two-handed bounce pass, the bounce pass using one hand and then the other, the dribble pass with either hand and then the baseball pass.

"Dang, I thought I already knew how to pass, but I learned a lot doing this," Dylan observed. "I'm glad Tyler talked you into helping us."

"If we listen to Uncle Blake and do what he tells us, then we'll be just as good at basketball as we were at baseball," Tyler mused.

"You two are good athletes, so you can do just about anything you set your minds to, if you're willing to work hard," I assured them and I meant every word.

Now that they were doing fairly well at those things, I started working with them on their overall dribbling skills. Besides dribbling with either hand, I had them practice the stop-and-go dribble, the crossover dribble and the reverse dribble, but I also made sure they were protecting the ball from potential defenders at the same time. When we finished doing this, both boys were fairly winded, but Tyler in particular. He was slightly out of shape after his layoff, so he would need to work at rebuilding his stamina, and we called it quits for now and went inside.

They didn't want to shower yet, because they wanted to go out again a little later, so they went to see what the younger boys were up to. While they were doing that, I started making lunch, because it was nearly noon. Once the boys were fed, I agreed to watch some Little League games with them and we spent some time packed together like sardines on the sofa. After we'd done that for a while, Dylan and Tyler wanted to go back outside so they could work on basketball again, so I agreed to go with them. The younger group stayed inside and watched a few more of the Little League games on TV, as they fantasized that they were part of the action.

After spending a little time working on the same things we'd done earlier, I started having the pair do some static ball drills. That's where they moved the ball from hand to hand as they guided it in circles around their ankles, then around their knees and finally around their waist. After that, I had them do it around one leg and then the other, before doing a figure-8 around both legs.

"Why are we doing this?" Tyler wanted to know. "It doesn't really have anything to do with playing basketball and is just show off type stuff."

"Yeah, you might see the Harlem Globetrotters doing things like this, but how will it make us better players?" Dylan chimed in.

"Doing these drills helps to build good hand-eye coordination and improves your ball control skills at the same time," I advised them. "You may not do any of these things during a game, but it makes you more familiar with handling a basketball so you don't have to watch it, but it also helps to improve your quickness."

"Ok, since you're usually right about this stuff, we'll do it if that's what you want," Tyler conceded.

After we finished doing those exercises, I thought it was time to work on something else. "The next thing I'm going to teach you is the jump-stop," I announced. "It will prove effective in many different situations, but right now we'll concentrate on using it off the dribble to help you open up space to make a pass or take a shot.

"When coming to a jump-stop, you begin with a slight hop and then both feet have to land simultaneously, like this," I stated, as I demonstrated what I meant. "If you do it correctly, then you can use either foot as your pivot foot. If you have one foot land before the other then the foot that landed first would become your pivot foot. If you tried to use the other foot instead, the ref would call you for a travel."

I demonstrated the correct technique several times and then had the boys practice until they got it down. I emphasized how being able to use either foot as a pivot foot would be a huge advantage, especially if they were stopped on a drive and needed to find a way to make a pass or get off a shot.

Once we'd finished with that, I start working with them on their shooting skills. First, I made sure they were getting in the correct shooting stance.

"To become good at shooting the basketball and scoring, you have to remember certain things," I began. "First, you have to start with your feet about shoulder width apart and your knees slightly bent. The ball should be resting on the fingertips of your shooting hand and the other hand, the guide hand, should be on the side of the basketball for control." I had them practice doing this for a couple of minutes, without releasing the ball.

"That is the first part of what my old coach called the 'beef' system of good shooting and you just learned that the 'b' stands for balance," I explained. "The first 'e' is for eyes, in that they should be focused on a spot about an inch above the front rim, because you can't shoot effectively unless you see the target." After I saw both boys nod their understanding, I moved on.

"The second 'e' is for elbow. It should be tucked in close to the chest, so you aren't 'chicken winging' the ball, and your wrist should be lined up directly above your lower arm." I had them practice getting the ball into shooting position over and over, but still without releasing it.

"The 'f' is for the follow through, or what my old coach liked to call the 'limp wrist' method. If you follow through correctly, the fingers of your shooting hand should end up pointing down at the ground, because this will put the appropriate backspin on the ball. A good follow through will put enough backspin on the shot so you have a better chance of getting a favorable bounce if your shot is slightly off target and this increases your chances that the ball will still go through the hoop. The only other thing you have to remember is making sure you have a good arc on the shot, which will give it a better chance of dropping through the net." I then demonstrated what I meant by a good arc, but I also demonstrated what not to do and explained why.

When they had all of that down and everything looked good, I had them practice foul shots for a while. I told them to alternate taking two shots each and then keep rotating back and forth until they had taken 20 shots in total. I kept track of how many shots they made and continued to correct their mistakes. After I told them how they'd done, I decided to have them work on getting ready to shoot directly off of a pass.

"When you're receiving a pass, you should use the jump-stop technique we worked on earlier as you move to catch the ball, because it will make it more difficult for your defender to guard you," I explained, while demonstrating what I meant. "By using the jump-stop and the things you learned in the 'b' step of the 'beef' system, your body will already be aligned so you're already in what is called the 'triple threat' position. It gets this name because you're immediately in position to pass, shoot or dribble the ball, which makes you a triple threat." I then passed the ball to them several times and made sure they used the jump-stop and were in the correct stance before we continued.

"Now, I'm going to pass the ball to you and I want you to take the shot as soon as you catch it," I told them. I then passed the ball to first one and then the other, so they could practice doing this.

"This time I'll pass one of you the ball, but after you catch it I want you to make a good pass to the other one, who will be on the opposite side of the court," I stated and then we worked on that for a while.

"This time I'm going to pass you the ball, but I want you to immediately drive to the hoop for a lay-up. We'll start by having you drive right-handed and the next time left-handed." After doing that a few times each, I changed it up slightly. "Now, I'm going to pass you the ball, but when I do I'll yell 'pass', 'dribble right', 'dribble left' or 'shoot'. I want you to immediately do whatever I've just called out.

After working on that for several more minutes, I felt we'd done enough for one day, so we went inside and I sent them upstairs to shower. They wanted me to go with them, but I told them I hadn't worked as hard as they had, so I'd take my shower later with the younger boys.

"But we won't be able to sleep with you again tonight," Dylan grumbled, since he remembered that I'd promised the little ones they could sleep with me instead.

"Yeah, didn't we work hard enough for a reward," Tyler followed, as he flashed me his patented look. Dylan caught on to what Tyler was doing and was soon mimicking his partner in crime.

"Come on! We deserve something for working so hard," Dylan added.

"Ok, I'll give you twenty minutes to shower and then I'll come upstairs, but first I want to get things out for dinner," I relented. "It will only be for a quick blowjob each, because I don't have time to do more than that."

"Ok, I suppose that will do," Tyler stated and Dylan agreed.

When I got up to the bedroom a short time later, they were both sprawled out on the bed waiting for me. After I closed and locked the door, I went over to join them.

"Whose first?" I asked, simply.

"Tyler can go first this time," Dylan offered, so I crawled between Tyler's legs.

Since I didn't want to take very long doing this, in case the other boys came looking to see where I was, I just lowered my mouth over his penis and began sucking on it to get him hard. His body reacted very quickly to what I was doing and he firmed up, so I began nodding up and down on his shaft to bring him off. It seemed to take slightly longer than I'd expected, maybe because there had been no foreplay, but he eventually surrendered his load. As soon as I'd sucked it all down, I moved over and got into position to do the same thing to Dylan.

He was already stimulated from watching me work on Tyler, so this probably wasn't going to take as long. I quickly swallowed his shaft and began bobbing up and down on it, much to Dylan's delight. He was matching my efforts and thrusting his penis into my throat, and then a few minutes later he was gracing me with his own creamy load. As soon as I'd sucked down the last drop, I got up and prepared to leave. I told both boys to get dressed and then join us downstairs, because dinner would be ready in about forty minutes.

After they'd thanked me for doing this for them, they promised they would do as I'd asked, so I went into the master bath and looked into the mirror, so I could check for any residue before getting a drink. Then, I headed back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.

After we ate, I settled in with all of the boys in the family room to watch another Little League game. Before it started, I felt I should apologize to the younger boys. "Hey, I'm sorry that I didn't spend much time with you today. I hope you're not mad at me."

"No way!" Marcus shot back. "We had a blast playing the baseball game."

"It was a lot of fun and I'm glad Justin and Dylan got it for me," Andrew added.

"We were fine and we're just happy being here, but we're going to spend time with you later too," Justin followed.

"Yeah, we still want you to shower with us and then we're gonna sleep with you," Ethan offered, as the other three began nodding their heads in agreement.

"Ok, I will do that with you," I agreed and then we focused on the television screen.

When the game ended, I went upstairs with the little ones and took them into the shower. After I'd finished washing each one, I quickly did the same to myself, as the boys were getting out to dry off and brush their teeth. As soon as I exited the shower stall, each boy reminded me that we were all going to sleep together. I was wondering how they were planning to do this when Marcus announced what they had agreed too.

"Me and Ethan told Justin and Andrew that they could sleep next to you tonight, since they don't get the chance much. But then next weekend you got let me and Ethan sleep with you again, when they aren't here with us."

"And we're going to do it like this," Justin announced while pointing at his body, meaning they wanted to sleep naked with me. This temporarily caught me by off guard, but then I realized it would be no worse than what I'd just done with them.

"I think that can probably be arranged, but no fooling around," I relented, which elicited a grin from each of them.

We quickly got into bed the way they'd arranged it, but not before I gave each one a kiss and wished him sweet dreams. Justin and Andrew quickly snuggled up against me, but I was mildly surprised when Justin rolled onto his side and placed his arm across my chest, before draping his leg over mine. I could feel his little penis pressed against my thigh, just below my boxer briefs, but it was flaccid. For that reason, I didn't say anything and we all slowly drifted off to sleep.

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