Erastes
The Guardian
Chapters 56-61
Chapter 56
The B-Ball Bug
I woke up Sunday morning with the four youngest boys still sleeping beside me. Justin was cuddled against my side, the same way he was when we went to sleep, but I could feel his morning erection pressing against my leg. There was no way I was going to get out of bed without waking him or the others, since there were two boys on either side of me, so I merely laid there and watched the boys sleep. Justin must have felt me moving around a bit as I turned my head and moved my body slightly when I did this. My leg might have even rubbed against his erect penis, although not intentionally, but something woke him up.
"Hi," he greeted me, when he saw me looking at him. "Thank you for letting me sleep with you. I slept really good."
"I'm glad, but I think you need to get up and use the toilet," I offered, which caused him to look at me strangely. He didn't catch on at first, but then it suddenly dawned on him what I meant.
"Oh, yeah. It does that in the morning," he agreed, while giving me a goofy grin.
After saying this, he pushed down the covers and started to get up, which woke Marcus too. Justin stopped momentarily, to give his buddy time to wake up as well, and remained next to me with his erection jutting in the air. After Marcus stretched and yawned for a bit, he pushed the covers down too and exposed a similar condition. Once the boys noticed each other's erections, they giggled for a few seconds, got out of bed and raced into the hallway on their way to the toilet. Once they were gone, I got up and did the same thing, only I headed into the master bathroom.
It didn't take long after I got out of bed before Andrew and Ethan woke up as well, so I told each of the boys to get dressed and then head downstairs, while I went to start breakfast. Before long, they were all standing next to me asking how long it was going to take before things were ready. I told them it was just about done, so I asked them to set the table, which they did really quickly. Then, they waited for me to bring the food in.
Those four were nearly done eating when the older pair finally stumbled into the kitchen. "We smelled the food and it woke us up when our stomachs started to growl," Dylan grumbled, as he and Tyler took their seats.
I got up and went out to warm up their breakfast, before coming back and scooping it onto their plates. I think they inhaled it, because I don't remember seeing either of them chew, but the nourishment slowly brought them back to life. I only realized this because they asked if there was more to eat, so I told them it wouldn't take long to whip up a little extra, which they wanted me to do. When they were finally full, I asked the boys what they wanted to do today.
"Will you take us to the park for a while?" Marcus asked. I then looked around the table and saw the other three youngest were nodding their heads in agreement.
"Sure, I can do that," I agreed. "How about you two?" I followed looking at Tyler and Dylan, since they hadn't made any sign that they agreed.
"I think we'll just stay here and work on the things you taught us yesterday," Tyler answered. "When you get back you can teach us something new."
"Ok, that sounds like a plan," I concurred, which pleased both groups.
After everyone was dressed, the younger boys and I hopped in the Outback and took off for the park. Even though we had slept a little later than normal this morning, it was still fairly early when we arrived at the park, but it didn't bother my group and they hurried off to play on the equipment. At various times, I pushed them on the swings or spun them around on the manual merry-go-round, but mostly I just watched them play and have a good time. After we had been there for a while, some other kids that the boys knew showed up, so they spent some time playing with them for awhile too. They continued doing this until it started to get hot out and then the boys began to run out of steam. After they'd said goodbye to their friends and got in the wagon with me, we returned home.
When we arrived there, Dylan and Tyler were still practicing, but they were ready to call it quits for the time being too. Shortly after we went inside, Marcus and Justin came up to me and asked a question.
"Will you work with us on basketball too," Justin wanted to know, with Marcus looking on. "We want to learn how to play good too."
"Sure, I can help you with that as well, but you're not quite ready to do some of the things your brothers are doing," I replied.
"Why not?" Marcus demanded. "They haven't played before and are just starting out too."
"That may be true, but you haven't got the size or the strength that they have, so you will be doing things slightly different from the way they do it," I responded. "You might be able to learn some of the proper techniques by watching what I do with them and listening to what I say, but you probably aren't ready to do those things yourself." After thinking about this briefly, they finally agreed.
"Ok, but you'll teach us some stuff too, won't you?" Justin pressed, hoping I'd agree.
"Yes, I'm willing to do that for you," I confirmed. They were happy, but now they wanted to know when.
"Why don't we take it easy for a while, since we just got back, and then I'll work with you guys a little later," I offered. "I'll help your brothers after that and you can stay to watch and listen to what I do with them as well, if you want."
They seemed agreeable, so we went into the family room to enjoy some more of the Little League World Series games on TV. After doing that for a while, I told Justin and Marcus we could head outside and start working on their basketball skills if they were ready.
"Hey, what about us?" Tyler shouted, slightly upset. "I thought you were going to help us again."
"I will, after I've worked with them for a while," I responded. "We still have time before Justin and Dylan have to go home." That seemed to unruffle his feathers slightly, so I took the other pair out with me first.
"We'll start out by working on your dribbling," I began. "You dribble using your fingertips and I want you to keep the ball from bouncing higher than your waist. I also want you to keep your head up while you're dribbling, so you're looking at me and not the ball."
"That's hard," Marcus griped after he'd worked on it for a brief time and I'd reminded him over and over again to do it without focusing on the basketball.
"It is, but you have to learn to do it this way if you want to be any good," I explained. "If you can dribble without looking at the ball, then you'll be able to see if the other players are open, as well as spot when you have a chance to score."
I continued working with them on perfecting their technique, since we had two basketballs, and I corrected them whenever they were guilty of committing an infraction, such as a double-dribble, palming or a carrying violation. After we'd done this for a while, I worked with them on their passing techniques next, similar to what I'd done with the older pair. I just had to allow them some leeway when doing this, since they didn't have the strength their brothers had and their hands were smaller.
"What about shooting?" Justin asked, once we'd finished the passing drills. "I want to be able to score too."
"That's another area that will be slightly different from how I taught your brothers," I offered. "Since you don't have the strength, for the time being your shots will probably start at your waist, so you can use the upward momentum to lift the ball above the rim. For now, just work on focusing on the target and learning to judge the distance. Let's start in close and work on banking the shot for lay-ups first and then we'll start moving slightly farther away."
We did this until they started to get tired, so I went in to get the older pair next. Marcus and Justin stuck around and listened to what I taught them, since they'd eventually have to learn these things too. After I watched Dylan and Tyler run through the skills I'd worked with them on the previous day, I also made sure that Marcus and Justin took note of how to jump-stop, before I was ready to show the older pair something new.
I felt this might be a good time to teach them the proper way to set a pick, since it's a fundamental team skill. First, I explained that when you are setting a pick, you do it close to the person you were trying to pick off, without running or bumping into him. I then told them that they had to be set before the defender was brushed off using the screen and they weren't allowed to lean or move after getting into position, otherwise they'd be called for a foul.
Then, I explained the proper technique for the other person to rub off his defender when utilizing the pick. I stated that the player should almost brush shoulders with the person setting the screen and this would ensure there wouldn't be enough space for the defender to squeeze through between them. It would also give the person time to get open to receive a pass if he didn't already have the ball, an opportunity to dribble past his defender or free him up to score. I demonstrated this technique several times, both setting and using the pick, until I felt they understood.
I then used all four boys, putting two on offense and two on defense, to practice this skill. I rotated them around so they got to do each step, and once they seemed to understand how this worked, I taught them the pick and roll play next. It was the next logical progression and one of the most fundamental plays in basketball. After I'd demonstrated how the pick and roll worked, I had them practice it until they were getting fairly good doing it, and then I decided to call it a day.
"We'll pick up from here next time, but you can practice those things on your own before then. You can do it at home, since there will always be two of you, but we'll also do it here the next time we're all together again. Now, it's time for Justin and Dylan to grab their things so I can take them home."
When we went inside, I told Andrew to get his stuff too and then I had all three get into the car, so I could drop them off at their house. They thanked me for the fun weekend and said they couldn't wait to stay with us again.
The school week was fairly uneventful, since the boys would arrive home from school and do their homework first, before I'd allow them to do anything else. A few times I had to sit down with one of them to explain something he was having difficulty with at the time, but for the most part they did their work without any help from me. I would merely scan over their assignments after they had finished them, but it was just to make sure they'd completed their assignment and hadn't been careless. I wasn't, however, going to correct every problem or do their work for them.
That weekend, the Cochrans were going to have the boys stay at their place, since they'd all been with me the weekend before. Don told them he'd take them to the high school football game too, but I was grateful that he asked if I wanted to go with them. I wasn't sure if he did this for the moral support or for the adult conversation, but it didn't matter. I accepted his offer and went along with them, just so I wasn't alone. Unfortunately, that only took care of Friday night.
I dreaded it when the boys weren't with me, because the house always seemed so big and empty when they were away. I not only missed them terribly, but I quickly became bored as well. It would stay like that until they returned home, so I needed to find something else to occupy my time until then. What made the situation even worse was that the college football season wasn't officially starting until the following week and nothing else on TV grabbed my attention, so I was kind of limited on what else I could do.
Saturday was rapidly leaving me lonely and frustrated, so I tried to focus my attention on what I might be able to do for Dylan and Justin on their birthdays, since I had already done something special for Andrew. Not having the others here certainly gave me plenty of time to check out various possibilities, so I started doing a little research. Unfortunately, nothing jumped out at me right away and I kept searching for something appropriate I'd be able to do with them.
I can't tell you how pleased I was when Sunday afternoon rolled around and the Cochrans brought the boys home again. I spoke with Don and Cherie briefly after they arrived and they told me how the boys had behaved and what they'd done, but I was sure I would hear all about it from my three later. I politely thanked Cherie and Don for what they'd done and told them the following weekend the boys could all stay with me again.
After we ate, Marcus and Ethan reminded me they hadn't been able to sleep with me like they'd planned, because they'd been away. That's when I told them they could sleep with me tonight, so I'd be able to keep my promise. They were thrilled by my offer and cuddled up against me later, as content as two puppies in a litter.
The school week went pretty much the same as the previous one, since the boys were busy with their schoolwork each night. During the week, Tyler informed me that the varsity football team had an away game this week and the school they were playing wasn't exactly close by, so that wasn't going to be an option for something to do with them. Fortunately, there would be college games on TV Thursday night, Friday night and all day Saturday, so we had that option instead. Thank goodness the college season was getting underway.
Friday night, the boys were all waiting for me when I got home from work, since they rode home with my three on the buses. I was really glad to see them again, although I was somewhat surprised that Dylan and Tyler followed me to my bedroom when I went upstairs to change.
"What's up, fellas?" I asked, sensing something was on their minds.
"I want to ask you a big favor, Uncle Blake," Dylan announced, looking very serious. "I want to have a sleep over party for my birthday, so Tyler and my other friends can spend the night, but I know my parents probably won't want to do it. It wouldn't be as much fun doing it at my house either, so I was wondering if you'd let me have my party here instead?" I looked at him momentarily before I responded.
"Don't you think your parents will want to have your party at home?" I asked, looking at him dubiously. "How do you think they will react if you tell them you want to have it here?"
"I was hoping that if you were the one who suggested it to them, then they might be ok with the idea," he offered. "It's the week we're all supposed to be staying at our house, so they can still have Marcus, Ethan and Andrew stay there with Justin. It will also help you, because then you won't have to worry about the other boys seeing anything they shouldn't this time."
"Why? What are you planning to do that they shouldn't see?" I followed, slightly concerned.
"Nothing really, but you know what happens when a bunch of horny guys our age get together," he answered, while emitting a nervous giggle. "I want to invite the guys in our grade that we played baseball with and they'll remember what we did at Tyler's party and might want to do some of it again. I thought I'd ask a few other guys too, like the ones that said they were going to try out for the basketball team, so we could get to know them better. I want our basketball team to be as tight as our baseball team was."
"Tyler won't be fully released from the doctor's restrictions by then, so we can't have any rough housing if I agree to do this," I pointed out.
"Come on! It will be just a few days until October and that's when the doctor said I could pretty much do everything again," Tyler whined, trying to change my mind. "It will be less than a week away, so I'm sure it won't make that much of a difference." I had to think about this for a few seconds first, before I was ready to respond.
"We might be able to figure out a few things that will be fun for you to do and won't put Tyler at risk," I concurred. "I take it you're hoping I'll speak with your parents about this when I take you home on Sunday?"
"Yeah, if you would," Dylan agreed. "That way I'll know if I can start inviting people or not, or if I have to figure out something lame to do at home."
"I'm sure your parents wouldn't appreciate hearing you phrase it quite that way," I pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, but it's true," he grumbled. "The only way this party will be any fun is if I can have it here. Mom and Dad can come over when we have the cake and ice cream and do stuff like that, but the sleepover has to be here."
"Ok, I'll ask your parents, but it will totally be up to them," I warned. "When were you planning to have your party?"
"The 25th and 26th, since my birthday's on the 27th," he quickly responded. "That's how me and Tyler figured out it was the weekend that my parents would have had Tyler, Marcus and Ethan staying with us. This way, those guys can still do that, but me and Tyler will be here with you."
Suddenly, this idea was sounding better, since I wouldn't be all alone that weekend if we did this. "Ok, I'll suggest it when I take you boys home," I concurred, which caused Dylan to leap into the air and pump his fist a couple of times, before he wrapped his arms around my body and gave me a tremendous squeeze. Then he kissed me, rather aggressively too.
"Ok, I know you're happy, but you need to calm down a little. It will still be up to your parents, so nothing is set yet," I reminded him. "Now, let me finish changing and then I'll come down to join you boys for the rest of the night."
They agreed and when I got downstairs I decided I wasn't really in the mood to cook, so I asked the boys if they wanted Chinese or a pizza. Of course, they wanted pizza, so I called and ordered two large pizzas for delivery and then went into the kitchen to fix everyone a bowl of salad to go with it.
After we finished eating, the boys decided that since we weren't going to the high school game that they'd watch a college game with me instead. Therefore, we all filed into the family room and I turned on the TV. Once I'd located the channel with the game, Ethan sat on one side and Justin and Marcus sat on the other side of me on the couch, while Andrew climbed onto my lap. Dylan and Tyler sat of the floor, on either side of my legs, as we became immersed in the action.
When the game ended, Marcus made an unexpected comment. "We talked it over earlier and want to see if this is ok with you," he stated, and I immediately concluded he was talking about Justin, Andrew, Ethan and himself when he'd said 'we'. "Dylan and Tyler can stay with you tonight, but Justin and Andrew want to sleep with you tomorrow. Then, you can sleep with me and Ethan on Sunday again. Is that alright with you?"
As I glanced around the room, I quickly noticed the shocked expressions on Tyler and Dylan's faces, since I think they felt they'd be with me both nights. I didn't see any way I could deny Marcus' request though, unless I told all of the boys that I was sleeping alone each night. If I did that, I would be punishing myself more than any of them, so I decided to go along with the request.
"Ok, I don't see a problem doing that," I replied, which brought an immediate smile to the faces of the four youngest boys. The same was not true for Dylan and Tyler, however, because they still had this incredulous look on their faces as they wondered how they had just been out maneuvered.
After I sent the four little ones upstairs to get ready to shower, I just glanced at the older pair and made a quick comment. "I think this goes back to last weekend when they joined us in my bedroom on Saturday morning."
That basically let them know this was partially their fault, since Dylan had failed to lock my bedroom door after using the other toilet during the night. Each of their faces was covered with this dejected expression, as I turned to go upstairs and get ready for my next duty.
The little ones were in a really good mood when I got there, since they had just scored a major coup. I washed each one of them, but since it was getting a little tight in the stall with all of us in there together, I decided to broach another topic.
"Fellas, we might have to start doing this in pairs," I informed them. "I don't know if you are getting bigger or if I'm just getting fatter, but this seems to be getting more crowded lately."
"We're getting bigger," Andrew shouted, since he wanted to let me know they were all growing up.
"And you're getting fatter too," Marcus teased, before releasing a giggle. Seeing I'd just been offended, I reached over and began to tickle him to get even. As he started flailing around, the others ended up getting kicked and bumped, which elicited another comment.
"Yeah, it really is getting crowded in here," Marcus stated, as he broke free from my grip, opened the door of the shower stall and escaped.
"We can do it like we did before, when we took baths," Ethan suggested, since the rest of us were still there. "Me and Andrew can go first, then Marcus and Justin, and you can shower with Dylan and Tyler last."
"Ok, that's sounds as if it might be the best way," I agreed. "I really liked doing this with the four of you together, because it saved time, but you're no longer little boys that will fit in here with me."
"We'll still get naked together and then the ones you aren't washing can watch from outside," Justin suggested, since he didn't want to miss seeing all of the boy meat.
"Ok, we'll do it like that then," I confirmed.
This brought a smile to each of their faces. Not only was I going to continue showering with them, but I'd also basically agreed that they were all growing up and not little kids any longer. After they'd each dried off and brushed their teeth, I tucked them in bed, kissed them goodnight and bid them sweet dreams. Then, I went back to my room, only to discover the other pair waiting for me.
"This kind of sucks, because now we won't be able to do stuff with you both nights," Dylan grumbled. "Would you do both of us tonight before we go to sleep and then again when we wake up in the morning? That way it won't be so bad."
"Dang! Nothing like making demands," I joked, as I eyed their reaction.
"We're not demanding," Dylan snapped back. "I only asked, because I don't like for there to be a long time before I can do stuff with you again."
"I kind of figured that, but you two can still do these things with each other tomorrow night," I reminded them.
"Yeah, that's nice too, but we both really like doing it with you best," Dylan confessed, as his face reddened slightly. "I guess you just do it better or something, but I always feel better when you help me out, than when me and Tyler do it to each other." As he finished saying this, I spied Tyler out of the corner of my eye nodding his head in agreement.
Well, that was a boost to my ego, but it also let me know that they weren't about to wean themselves from doing this anytime soon. It's not that I wanted them to, because I've been looking forward to these encounters as much as they had, but I also knew all good things must eventually come to an end. Since that wasn't going to be tonight, I chased them into the master bath so we could take our shower and then get the party started, so to speak.
Since they obviously both preferred to have me take care of their needs, I merely asked who was going first. Dylan immediately said he was, since Tyler went first the last time. Once he was ready, I attacked his body like a hungry jackal that hadn't eaten in weeks. He was thrashing about, squealing and moaning in delight, as I first rimmed him and then latched onto his penis like a greedy calf at its mother's udder. After I'd drained him of all of the juices his body had just produced, I let his penis slip from between my lips and watched as it plopped down against his belly. It looked as if it was completely siphoned of life, as well as drained of its juices. It was certainly much different than the blood engorged organ that had first awaited my attention.
As soon as he was satisfied, I moved over to Tyler and began working on him next. He was already slightly aroused from having watched the show Dylan and I had just put on, so I didn't waste any time getting started. Tyler was just as reactive and animated as Dylan had been when I rimmed him, and by the time I got to his pride and joy he was making it known that he was enjoying this attention just as much too. He was mirroring my every action and was an active participant, not merely a passive partner. His body was bouncing up and down on the mattress, similar but not quite as acrobatic as a circus performer on a trampoline. However, after a few minutes of this energetic activity, he whitewashed my tonsils with his alabaster juices and I drank them down like a thirsty man who'd been lost in the desert for several days.
Now that it was my turn to be serviced, Tyler had me get on all fours so he could rim me while Dylan crawled under my body and sucked me off. The little bugger had opted to do it this way, like we were doing a sixty-nine, so his groin was right below my head. After I noticed him dramatically thrusting his hips into the air a few times, I got the message that he wanted me to help him get off again. I was wondering if he'd even be able to ejaculate again this quickly, but I still leaned down, took his penis into my mouth and began sucking on it. Even though I released my load first, Dylan still managed to cum in my mouth and enjoyed his second orgasm in about a half-hour.
"Hey, that's not fair," Tyler whined when he realized what had just happened. I merely turned and shrugged my shoulders in response, while Dylan giggled.
"I didn't ask him to do it," he protested.
"No, he merely tried to spear my face with his penis while he was working on me," I offered in jest, which caused Dylan to burst out laughing.
"Ok, maybe I did do that," he meekly confessed after a brief delay, "but I didn't ask him to suck me off again."
"Maybe not in words, but your actions spoke volumes," I countered, which caused him to giggle again.
"Can I get you to do it to me again too?" Tyler followed, while looking at me with hope-filled eyes.
"So I'm doing you two twice tonight, instead of tomorrow morning?" I offered, just to see their reactions.
"NO!" they both shouted.
"This is just a bonus, because you love us so much and you're such a great guy!" Dylan stated, while fluttering his eyelids at me coyly.
"Damn, if this keeps up we're going to have to shovel all of the manure out of the room first, before we'll be able to go to sleep," I joked and both of the boys gave me dirty looks.
"We're not spewing crap," Tyler responded. "Dylan meant every word and I do too, because we know you love us as much as we love you and you ARE a really great guy!"
"Ok, enough of this before I lapse into a diabetic coma from all this sugary flattery," I added, tongue-in-cheek. "But seeing I sucked Dylan off twice, I guess I should do the same for you too, if you want."
"I do!" Tyler shouted, as he got into position for me to service him again.
As I was working on Tyler for the second time, he and Dylan started kissing, which helped get Tyler's juices boiling and sped up the process a little. We were all tired and didn't want to stay up too late, because they were still hoping I'd do this with them again when we woke up. That meant we'd have to be up before the other boys, because if the little ones were awake first then there would be no way I could do anything with this pair again.
As soon as Tyler busted another nut and his penis had given me its creamy filling, we went to wipe off, pee and get a drink next, before we cuddled together in bed. They each kissed me on the cheek before they got settled in, as another thank you for what we'd just done. I don't think it took any of us very long before we fell into a very restful slumber.
Surprise, surprise! Dylan woke up first and then reached across my body and nudged Tyler until he opened his eyes too. Since neither boy wanted to wake me directly, they merely hopped in and out of bed and made trips back and forth to the master bath until I finally woke up too.
"I'm sorry. Did we bother you and wake you up?" Dylan asked, in mock concern.
"Yep, just like you intended," I shot back, to let him know he wasn't fooling anyone.
"Come on. Can you blame us?" Dylan wondered aloud. "We knew we had to do this before the other boys started knocking on the door and wanting breakfast or we'd lose out."
"Just as long as you don't mind if I doze off while I'm helping you with basketball then," I countered, not giving an inch.
Since that's what they wanted, I sucked both of them off quickly, because we were pretty sure we didn't have much time. It was merely a wham, bam, thank you man and we were done. I didn't even ask them to return the favor, and as soon as they had each released their load, I sent them across the hall to get dressed, while I did the same.
We then went downstairs together and I started getting things together for breakfast, but none of the others came down until about forty minutes later. In between, I had to listen to the this pair whine.
"We could have taken our time and you could have rimmed us too," Dylan groaned. "Why did you make us hurry?"
"We could have even done you again too," Tyler added, just as upset as his buddy.
"Or there might have been a knock on the door and we would have had to stop in the middle of everything," I offered, presenting another alternative. "Even though I didn't know they were planning anything, I have a feeling those boys must have stayed up and fooled around with each other after I'd put them to bed. Either that or they were just really tired."
"Dang! I wish I knew about this stuff when I was their age, because I never got to do anything like this until Tyler's birthday party," Dylan observed.
"Yeah, they are getting a much earlier start than we did," Tyler agreed, as he silently wished he was able to travel back in time.
When the other boys eventually joined us, I fed them too and then we planned our day. There were more college football games on TV, like all day long, so we found out when UGA (the University of Georgia) was playing and scheduled our other activities around that. Since the four older boys wanted me to work with them on basketball again, Andrew and Ethan agreed to stay in the family room and watch cartoons. I think Justin and Marcus were tempted to join them, but they didn't and went outside with us instead.
Chapter 57
Many Plans
When I finally took the four older boys outside to work on their basketball skills Saturday morning, it was still quite early. That meant it hadn't had time to get extremely hot outside yet, which was good. We started out by going over everything I'd worked on with them so far, with the younger pair doing as much as they could while we worked our way through the drills. When it became apparent they couldn't do all of the same things, I gave each pair one of the basketballs and let them do as much as they could. That's when Dylan made a suggestion.
"What if I ask my mom and dad to buy me and Justin basketballs for our birthday, seeing the ball we have at home really sucks? Then we could bring them with us when we stay over and we'd each have a basketball to use. That would speed things up and we could get more done."
"Yeah, and then we'd have good basketballs that we could use at home too, because that other one isn't good for shooting hoops. It is way too bouncy, like a playground ball," Justin offered.
"Well that would be between you and your parents, but it sounds like a good idea to me," I agreed. "We could definitely get more done if you each had a ball to use, rather than sharing."
"And maybe we could get Dad to buy us a hoop too," Justin suggested.
"If not a portable hoop like the one here, then maybe just a backboard with a hoop on it that he can hang from the garage," Dylan added. "We can tell Dad that we want to play basketball and get really good at it, so having our own hoop would help a lot, since they don't like for us to go to the park alone."
"That certainly might work," I agreed, as we started working on the drills again.
Once we had gone through everything, I decided to work on defensive fundamentals next. I felt we'd spent enough time on the offensive side for now, so this would be a good change for them. After I demonstrated a good defensive stance and had them practice it, I started to explain the principles of how to play defense.
"Ok, now we'll work on individual defensive skills," I explained, as the four of them looked at me. "Defense is played mostly with your feet and your head, meaning your brain. You use your feet to beat your man to the spot where he wants to go and cut him off, while your hands should be ready to block or intercept passes or shots. If you use your head, you'll remember whether the guy you're defending likes to go to his right or left and then you can overplay him slightly to that side and try to force him to go the other way, meaning where he has less confidence and most likely will be less successful."
Once I'd finished explaining this, I demonstrated what I meant by playing defense against each of the boys. Then I had them do this against each other, working in pairs and switching back and forth from offense to defense. When they had this down fairly well, I decided to move on to playing the man without the ball.
"When you play on a team, the man you're guarding won't always have the ball, so you'll need to know how to play him when another player has the basketball instead," I explained. "First of all, you'll need to position yourself using the 'triangle' method. The man with the ball is the first point of the triangle and the man you're defending is the second, so you become the third. You always position yourself so you can see both your man and the basketball, and that way you'll be ready to cut off a pass or help out a teammate. How close you stay to your man will depend on how far away he is from the ball."
I then moved the boys around to demonstrate what I meant by this. As soon as I thought they had the idea, I had one of them play defense on one of the others, while the rest of us passed the ball back and forth. The defensive man had to readjust his position as the ball changed hands and I'd correct him whenever he messed up. This process was very time consuming, since I had to keep stopping and correcting the defensive player, while explaining what he'd done wrong, which meant we were at this for quite a while. When I finally felt the boys understood this skill fairly well, I decided to end the session for now and led them inside. They wiped off the sweat and used the bathroom to sponge off their bodies quickly, as they attempted to cool down a bit. While they were doing that, I went to fix them lunch.
We were eating a little early today, because UGA was playing at noon and we didn't want to miss any of the football game. I had originally suggested we should eat at halftime, but the boys were hungry after their workout and didn't want to wait that long. As soon as we finished our meal, we went into the family room to enjoy the action on TV.
The game was exciting and really close most of the way, but UGA won on a last minute drive. When it was over, the four older boys wanted to go outside and do some more work on basketball. Since it was overcast today and wasn't that hot out, I agreed and we went over each of the offensive skills first, before we practiced the defense positioning again. We spent a couple of hours doing this, so by the time we came inside the boys were ready to shower, because they felt they'd done enough basketball for one day.
"Uncle Blake, will you shower with me and Marcus now?" Justin wanted to know.
"Sure. I worked up a sweat out there too, so I can use a shower myself," I agreed. As those two raced up the stairs ahead of me, Dylan and Tyler approached next.
"We want you to shower with us too and then maybe we can do something afterward," Dylan suggested.
"If we do, it will have to be quick, because I'm sure the others won't leave us alone for very long," I offered, to clarify the situation.
"That's ok, as long as me and Tyler can get off for now, because we won't be staying with you tonight," he reminded me, since I'd agreed to let Justin and Andrew sleep with me later.
As soon as I finished washing Marcus and Justin, they got dressed and then went downstairs to spend time with the younger pair. Dylan and Tyler came into the shower shortly after that, but when I finished up with them, I went out first to shut and lock the bedroom door. Once that had been taken care of, I joined the older duo on the bed. Seeing I'd already told them this had to be quick, I merely sucked each of them off and sated their raging hormones for the time being. If that didn't suffice for the rest of the day, then they could take care of each other later.
We then went downstairs to rejoin everyone else, but the four younger boys were busy playing the baseball game on the dining room table. Since they seemed satisfied with what they were doing, the rest of us went into the family room and watched another football game on the tube.
During halftime, I went out to the kitchen to prepare dinner and then I let it cook during the second half. I got up to check on it during the commercials and ended up turning the temp on the oven down so we could finish watching the game without ruining our meal. Then, we ate just as soon as it ended.
I guess I wasn't really thinking earlier, because when bedtime rolled around I realized I had to take another shower, but with Ethan and Andrew this time. After I'd finished washing them, Andrew stayed in my room, while I went over to tuck Ethan and Marcus in bed. Justin was in with Marcus at the time, so I sent him over to wait with Andrew, since the two of them wanted to sleep with me tonight. When I got back to the bedroom, they got in bed and cuddled against me, one on either side. I was actually touched that this seemed to mean so much to them.
Sunday morning, I decided I should do something with Andrew and Ethan for a while, since I'd spent most of my time with the four older boys so far. After I asked them what they wanted to do, they suggested we could watch the children's shows of PBS, since that's what they were planning to do anyway. I agreed that would be fine and sat on the couch with them, so I could hold them tightly against me while we watched Curious George, Sid the Science Kid, Dinosaur Train and The Cat in the Hat.
I had no idea what the others were doing while the three of us were watching TV, but as soon as the last show ended the other four came in and asked me if we could go out and work on basketball again. I had no problem doing that, and Andrew and Ethan were cool with it, so I spent some time helping the others practice the skills we'd worked on previously, and we did this both before and after lunch. I was actually quite pleased with the progress each one had made so far and happily told them so.
When it was time to take the other three home, I left Tyler with his brothers at our place, because I knew I'd be spending some time chatting with Don and Cherie. After I'd dropped Andrew off and spoke with Sally briefly, I headed over to the Cochran's next. I'd been practicing what I was going to say to them, since I didn't want this to come off like I was trying to force this particular choice on them.
When we got to the house, I told Don and Cherie that I had something to discuss with them, so they led me out to their dining room and Cherie poured us all a cup of coffee, as we sat down at their dining room table. After a brief delay, where we exchanged a few other pleasantries, I finally broached the subject with them.
"After spending time with the boys this weekend, I've discovered that Dylan wants to have a sleepover party for his birthday, like Tyler had. Since I wasn't sure how you might feel about this, or if Dylan had even mentioned it to you yet, I thought maybe I could offer my help." I looked at each of them, as they hurriedly glanced at each other.
"No, Dylan hasn't mentioned that to us," Don responded, "and I'm not sure it would even be an option. I guess it would depend on how many boys he wanted to invite."
"When I asked him that question, he said there would be twelve others, plus Tyler and him. It's about the same number that Tyler had at his party," I replied. "Some are the boys that played baseball with them last year, and most likely will be on the team with them this year too. The others are boys that will be trying out for the basketball team and he said most of them played on the 7th grade team last year. I take it you know that Dylan and Tyler are going to tryout for the 8th grade basketball team this year. Am I right?"
"Yes, Dylan has mentioned that he and Tyler were hoping to play basketball this year," Cherie confirmed. "I don't see that as a problem though, but fourteen here for his birthday might be more than we can accommodate."
"In that case, maybe I can give you an option," I offered. "Our house is probably better suited for doing these things, because the boys can use the family room and living room to sleep in, since the two rooms are next to each other. I think our rotating schedule of swapping weekends with the boys would have them staying with you that weekend, so why don't you take Ethan and Marcus, and then I'll have the sleepover at our place. We can have pizza for the boys after they arrive on Saturday and then have the cake and ice cream afterward. You can come over and join us for that and then I'll set up some activities to keep the boys entertained for the rest of the evening."
"That would definitely help and allow Dylan to have the party he wants," Cherie agreed, "but are you sure you really want to do this. It will be a lot of work and I'm sure you know boys that age can be pretty rambunctious."
"Oh, I'm well aware of that, since most of those same boys were at our house for Tyler's party, but it will make Dylan and Tyler both happy, so I'm willing to do it," I confessed.
"If you'll let me pay for everything, then I'll agree to it," Don conceded. "I'll pay for the pizzas and give you enough extra to cover what you'll need to feed them breakfast too. Cherie and I will bring the other boys over with us later and do everything needed so we can have a cookout and feed everyone supper."
"That sounds like an excellent suggestion and we can have the cake and ice cream then, rather than earlier," I concurred. "I'll plan some activities for between the time they arrive and dinner, but I'll also sleep close by when they turn in later, to make sure things don't get out of hand."
"I'm not sure if you are very brave or extremely foolish for doing this, but it will definitely help us out. It will also make Dylan very happy and keep him off our backs," Don agreed.
"Yes, Blake, you are truly a godsend for agreeing to do this for Dylan and the boys, Don and I all realize how very fortunate we are to have you as a friend," Cherie chimed in.
"I think I told you before, I'm only trying to make it so the boys remember the good times from their childhood and not just that it was when they lost their parents. If helping their friends will help make that happen, then I'm happy to do it," I answered and then Cherie called for Dylan.
"Dylan, your Uncle Blake has told us that you want to have a sleepover party for your birthday. Is that true?" Dylan nodded his head in response. "Well he's also agreed to let you do this at his house, so what do you think about that idea?" Cherie asked while appraising her son's reaction. I could tell Dylan was trying to contain his excitement, so his parents wouldn't get the wrong impression when he answered.
"That would be great," he agreed, rather nonchalantly. "I was going to ask you about that later tonight, but this will work out super. Me and Justin wanted to talk to you about that, along with what we wanted for our birthdays, so I'll go get him."
"Just hold on a second. We can do that after Uncle Blake goes home," Cherie stated, "but don't you think it's kind of rude that you haven't thanked him yet for offering to do this for you."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Thanks, Uncle Blake," he added with a grin. "You're great and I can't wait to tell Tyler and the others about this."
"I'll do something else for you too. I'll make up the invitations on the computer, like I did for Tyler's party, and then he can give them to you at school. That way you can pass them out to those you are planning to invite and it will have all of the information on it that their parents will need, including our address and my phone numbers."
"That would be super! Thanks again, Uncle Blake," Dylan stated.
Since everything had been settled, I got up to leave and Dylan walked over to give me a hug before I took off. He almost forgot and started to give me a kiss too, but he caught himself in time, since that wouldn't have gone over well. His father didn't have a problem with the hugs, since he had seen professional athletes hugging each other, plus Dylan and Tyler's baseball team had done it quite often as well. Regardless, nothing inappropriate happened, so I went back home and filled Tyler in on everything that had been agreed to.
After he'd been brought up to date, I sat down at the computer and made up the invitations. Then, I gave them to Tyler to put in his backpack, so he could give them to Dylan the next day. This way, Dylan could pass them out to whomever he wanted when he saw them next.
"Thank you for talking Uncle Don and Aunt Cherie into letting you do this for Dylan," Tyler responded when I gave him the invitations. "I know Dylan must be super excited about his party now and it's going to be great. I can't wait to see who's coming and what we do."
"I will think of something fun for everyone to do on Saturday afternoon, like we did for your party, but I'm just not sure what it will be yet," I offered. That wasn't exactly true, because I had a few vague ideas at the time, but I wasn't ready to discuss them with him just yet.
"There's something else I've been wanting to talk to you about, but I keep forgetting," Tyler added before he took off. "I want to get that last dildo from you, because I'm ready for it now."
"So you've been working with the last one I gave you?" I followed, since I wanted to be certain.
"Yeah, I have," Tyler confirmed. "Dylan and I used them all last night, since we couldn't be in with you, so I'm ready for the next one now."
"Will you humor me and let me see how you're handling it first?" I asked, while studying his reaction.
"Sure, if you'll suck me off after I show you. It's the only time we'll have to do that and it would help me out a lot, since you promised to let Ethan and Marcus sleep with you tonight," he agreed. He had a huge grin on his face, since he felt he'd just out foxed me.
"Ok. Go up and get ready, but we'll do it in your room," I concurred. "I'll go get dinner started and check in on your brothers first, before I come upstairs to join you."
"Ok," he replied, as he turned to go up to his bedroom.
I went out and got things started for dinner and then went to see what Ethan and Marcus were up to. I found them in the family room watching Nickelodeon.
"Did you want something, Uncle Blake?" Marcus asked when he saw me pop my head through the doorway.
"Nah, just checking to see what you were doing," I answered.
"Just watching our shows. Want to join us?" he followed, as he looked at me hopefully.
"I'm starting dinner and I need to do something else first, but I'll spend some time with you after we eat," I offered in return.
"Ok," he agreed.
"And we're sleeping with you too. Aren't we?" Ethan quickly followed.
"Yes, I haven't forgotten that I promised to let you do that too," I confirmed. "I just thought we'd do something else together first."
"Yeah, we can do that," Ethan agreed, as he and Marcus smiled at me.
Since they were busy, I went upstairs to join Tyler. He was already naked and lying on his bed, with the dildo hidden by his side. After I entered his room, I shut and locked the door, before going over to join him on the bed.
"I got it ready while I was waiting for you to get here," he stated as he held the dildo out and showed that he'd slipped a condom over it and had lubed it up already. "I put that stuff on my butt too."
I nodded and he immediately reached down and put the dildo at his opening. He added a little pressure and the head slipped past his anal ring, but I didn't notice any distress or discomfort registering on his face. After a slight pause, he continued to push on it until it was all the way in and then he started working it in and out. He was staring at me and I was able to read the satisfaction registering on his face, as he silently gloated that he'd done it so easily.
"Will you give me the other one now?" he followed, now that he'd proved his point.
"Yes, I'll be right back," I agreed, as I went over to my room to get the last dildo for him. When I rejoined him, I shut and locked the door again.
"This one is quite a bit bigger, so are you sure you are ready to do this?" I asked, just to see his response. He looked at the ample head on the dildo as I held it out and I noticed his eyes reflexively opening wider, as he mentally compared it to the one he'd just used.
"Uh, maybe you should help me with it," he responded, as he looked up at me with a pleading expression on his face.
"I can do that for you, but we don't have time right now," I countered. "We won't have time later either, because your bothers will be with me, but if you really want to do this, then we can try using it tomorrow night."
"Yeah, that will be ok," he said with a nod. "I think I want you to help me with it the first time, just to make sure it goes all right. I guess I forgot how much bigger it was."
"I'm sorry that I don't have another size in between those two, but this is all they had when I bought them for you," I offered sympathetically. "I can stop on my way home tomorrow and see if they have an in between size now, but that's up to you."
"No, we'll just use this one, because I don't want to wait even longer and then have to practice with more of them before I can do it with you," he answered, while looking at me dubiously. "I think I'll be alright, as long as you help me with it. Then I can practice on my own until I'm finally ready to do it with you."
"Tyler, there's no need to rush this," I countered. "If I get a size in between these two, then it will prepare you better and make it easier when the time comes. It wouldn't take that much longer either, but It might help save some problems for you later."
"No! I've waited long enough already," he nearly screamed. "I've been waiting a long time to do this and I don't want it to take any longer."
"Tyler, how can you say you've waited a long time for this?" I pressed. "I haven't even lived with you for a year yet, so how long could it be?"
"Well, it's been a few months already and that sure seems like a long time," he challenged, although his voice didn't sound quite as confident this time. "Please don't make me wait even longer now, because I really want to do this with you."
"We'll still do it, but I just want to make certain that you aren't injured in the attempt," I stated, trying to show as much concern and compassion as possible. "I'm more worried about doing no harm, than I am about fulfilling your wish."
"I know and I appreciate that, but it's something I really want to do," he told me. "I know you're worried about hurting me, but you won't and I just need to do this. It means a lot to me. Once we do it, then I'll know that I'm yours and we will always be together."
"Tyler, that's a given, so you've nothing to worry about and nothing to prove," I assured him. "I'll happily agree to be with you for as long as you want and we don't have to do this just for you to prove a point."
"It's not just to prove a point," he shot back. "Once you are in me like that and we make love, then you'll fill me up with your love and your cum, so we really will be one."
"Even if we do this, I'm going to use a condom, so I won't really be filling you up with my semen," I explained, while studying his face. His reaction was immediate.
"No! I want to feel you inside me when we do it," he nearly screamed. "I don't want to feel anything but you."
"It's just to be safe," I pointed out, hoping to calm him down.
"From what? You don't got nothing, so I'm not worried," he challenged.
"Tyler, I've had other partners, so I just wanted it to be as safe as possible," I explained.
"But you haven't been with anyone else for a long time, right?" he countered, staring into my face. "You said it's been years since you and your boyfriend we're together."
"Yes, that's true but -" I started, except Tyler cut me off.
"And you've been to see the doctor and had tests since then, haven't you?" he pressed, demanding an answer.
"Yes, that's also true -" I began, only to be cut off again.
"Then I just want to feel you in me when we do this," he insisted. "That will make it special and join us together forever. You've got to agree to do this for me."
"We'll talk about it again when we get closer to that time," I offered, trying to calm him down.
"We have to do it that way! I mean it!" he stated, not relenting. "It will be like our wedding night." Suddenly, I began to realize that he'd built this fantasy up in his mind where we would not only become lovers, but also spouses of a sort, at least in his juvenile brain.
"I'm not saying no, but I'm not agreeing to this yet either," I answered, still hoping to sidestep the issue for now. He looked at me for a second before he spoke.
"Ok, as long as you're not saying we have to use a condom," he reluctantly agreed. "Just remember that it will make it much more special for me if we don't use one."
I guess that parting shot was to make me feel guilty and ensure I'd continue to think about it. Anyway, I knew I'd spent as much time with him as I could, because I didn't want dinner to burn or the younger pair to ask what we'd been doing, so I explained to Tyler that we didn't have enough time for me to suck him off. To his dismay and disappointment, I left Tyler's room and hurried down to the kitchen.
After dinner, I went to the family room with all of the boys, once I'd cleaned up the kitchen. I let them choose what they wanted to watch, as Marcus and Tyler sat on either side and Ethan sat on my lap. I was well aware that Tyler kept glancing over at me throughout the night, because I could see him doing it out of the corner of my eye. I also realized he was trying to figure out if I was going to give in to him and do it bareback when the time came. Since I knew he wouldn't say anything in front of his brothers, I didn't let him know that I realized what he was up to.
I watched a couple of shows with the boys and then I took the two younger ones upstairs for their shower. Tyler didn't come with us, so I washed those two and we all got ready for bed. I heard the shower going in the other bathroom, so I figured Tyler was getting ready for bed as well. Therefore, I waited in the hall to kiss him goodnight, before I got into bed with his brothers.
When he came out a few minutes later, he looked at me and had a questioning expression on his face. "What?" he asked as he stared at me.
"I was just waiting to kiss you goodnight," I replied, as I gave him a peck on the forehead.
"Sorry. I was just surprised to see you waiting for me," he responded, looking sheepish. "I figured maybe you thought I'd done something wrong or you were going to say 'no' about what we talked about earlier. Since you waited for me, I'll even let you tuck me in to make up for how I just acted." He grinned at me after saying this.
"Oh, so the king is going to grant his poor subject this special privilege," I teased, as I followed and tickled him from behind.
"Stop it!" he squealed, as he giggled and squirmed away from me. "I just thought maybe you'd like to do that so I could give you a better kiss."
"Ok, I think that sounds worth it then," I agreed, as we headed into his room.
Tyler quickly slipped on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and hopped into bed, so I pulled the covers up over him and bent down to kiss him again. He was definitely true to his word and gave me a very passionate kiss goodnight this time, which was quite different from the quick peck I'd given him on the forehead in the hallway. However, I gave him an additional kiss on the forehead before leaving and going back to my room.
Ethan and Marcus were waiting for me, so I got into bed between them and then they cuddled up against my side. "Thank you for letting us do this," Ethan said, before closing his eyes.
"You're welcome, but I enjoy snuggling with you guys too," I told them, as we got comfortable and prepared to sleep.
Chapter 58
More Favors
Monday night, I had to honor the promise I'd made to Tyler the previous evening. After I'd showered with the little ones and put them to bed, I had Tyler grab the items we were going to use and asked him to bring them over to my bedroom. I told him we'd need the two largest dildos, not just the last one I'd given him, since we would use the smaller one to start the process of getting him prepared to handle the final item.
When we were ready to begin, I used the thinner of the two dildos on him first, the same one he had demonstrated he could handle the previous night. After I'd inserted it in his bottom, I worked it around until I felt his rectum was as loose as that dildo could make it. Once I'd removed it, I quickly replaced it with three of my fingers and continued stretching his hole. I could tell the width of my three digits was just about Tyler's limit, especially when I had my fingers inserted as far as they would go, but it was necessary to adequately prepare him for what was to come.
Although he never complained and did his best not to show any signs of discomfort, I could tell this wasn't easy for him. I carefully continued to work my fingers in his rectum for several more minutes, doing my best not to hurt him, as I gradually got him ready to accept the final dildo.
"How are you doing?" I asked, after I withdrew my fingers and began to slip a condom over the largest dildo so I could lube it up.
"I'm ok and I'm going to prove to you that it won't be long before I'm ready for you too," he stated with as much moxie as he could muster at the moment.
"Tyler, there's no rush. We can slow down and take as much time as you need," I suggested, but he immediately balked at the idea.
"No! I'm fine and I can do this," he insisted, as I finished getting everything ready.
Since he seemed determined, I placed the dildo at his opening and began to apply enough pressure to insert it. As the large, bulbous head began to pry his anal ring open, I saw him wince slightly, although he was trying very hard to hide his discomfort. It was fairly obvious though, at least to me, that this wasn't easy for him to do, but he refused to give in. Instead, he pushed out with his rectal muscles and permitted the head to pop past the resilient guardian. I froze momentarily when this happened and gave him a few moments to adjust and get accustomed to the intruder before I continued.
"Are you ok?" I asked, giving him another chance to change his mind.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he wheezed. I could tell he was doing his best to answer my question, while at the same time attempting to prevent me from discovering the process was causing him some distress. For that reason, I refused to go further and we stayed like that for several more minutes.
"Keep going. I'm fine," Tyler finally urged, but this time without exuding the same level of discomfort in his voice.
Since he sounded under control and seemed to be handling this better, I agreed to continue. The worse part was probably over for him, since the head seemed to be wider than the shaft, at least initially. Slowly, I continued to guide the dildo into his intestinal tract, while watching his face and listening for any sign of distress. Since I didn't notice either, I continued pushing the dildo even deeper, until the base finally came to rest against his butt cheeks.
"Is it all in?" Tyler basically grunted, since his rectum was completely stuffed.
"Yes, it's all in now, but I'm going to wait a couple of minutes before I start working it back and forth," I advise him.
"See, I told you I could do it," he added, almost in a hiss. I could tell it was taking nearly everything he had not to complain or whine about how much the dildo was stretching him, but he appeared determined to keep that bit of information to himself.
After I felt he'd had time to adequately adjust to the intrusion, I pulled the dildo back slightly, before pushing it forward again. I did this multiple times and I withdrew it a little farther on each successive attempt before pushing it back in. Tyler gave a muffled grunt on each occasion, but no matter how difficult this was for him, he seemed determined to keep me from noticing how he was struggling. He didn't want me to stop, now that he'd gotten this far, and wasn't about to backtrack or give me any reason to doubt his success.
After several more minutes of this activity, I finally withdrew the dildo completely. After I'd given him a few seconds to relax, I placed it at his opening again and reinserted it. I heard an 'oof' this time when the head popped past his anal ring and expected him to say something, possibly to even ask me to wait a moment or two, but he never did. He was being stubborn and unwilling to show any sign of distress. Seeing he wasn't objecting, I slid the dildo in and out of his chute for a few minutes, before extracting it completely again. Then, I reinserted it one more time and repeated the process. After doing this over and over, I felt we had done enough and removed the dildo for the final time.
"Is that it? Are we done?" Tyler wanted to know as I started to move away.
"Yes, that's enough for now," I confirmed. "You can either practice on yourself from this point on or you can ask me to do this for you again. I'm willing to continue helping out, if you still want me to."
"Let me try it on my own tomorrow and then I'll tell you if I need your help again," he stated as he started to get up.
As soon as he had cleaned up and put everything away, I offered to let him sleep with me. I wanted him to be close by, in case he had any lingering side effects from doing this, and Tyler was thrilled that I had offered to let him stay with me on a school night. I also agreed to suck him off before we did that, so he would sleep better, but Tyler suggested we sixty-nine instead. I didn't argue and did what he wanted, and then he cuddled against me as we dozed off.
The rest of the week proceeded much the same as the others, with school and work dominating our time. During the evenings, I spent some time concentrating on the types of things the boys could do at Dylan's party and I talked to Tyler about what I had come up with so far. He seemed excited about my suggestions, so I asked him to discuss the ideas with Dylan next. As soon as Dylan also agreed with my proposals, I told him to go ahead and inform the others about the things they would need to bring with them to the party.
A short time after he'd done that, Dylan began to hear back from those he'd invited and they all seemed excited about coming. The boys from the baseball team were thrilled that the party was going to be held at our house, but Tyler assured me it wasn't just because they knew me. He said they had confessed to him that they felt the party would be a lot of fun if I'd helped to plan it. I was pleased they felt this way, but now I had the added pressure of their high expectations to live up to and didn't want to let any of them down, especially Dylan.
My boys and Andrew were staying with the Cochrans over the following weekend, but I was pleased when Don asked me to join them when he took everyone to the high school football game. I guess he wanted some adult company again, since he knew the boys would be going off with their friends, but I was happy to accept. By joining him, it would leave me with fewer hours to miss the boys. When I arrived at their house for this outing, Cherie said she had a question for me and asked if I would speak with her in private. My mind immediately began to race as I considered what this might be about, but I listened carefully when she began to speak.
"You seem to be really good at planning parties that the boys enjoy, so I was hoping maybe you could give me some ideas for Justin's party. Since all of your boys have had parties that they and their guests have been thrilled with, I wanted to make sure Justin's party would be a lot of fun too." I merely looked at her and nodded before I spoke.
"I appreciate that you think I have some sort of special gift for doing this and I'll be happy to try to come up with an idea for you," I agreed. "I'll think about it over the weekend and then give you a call when I come up with something."
Once that had been settled, the rest of us took off for the football game. It was a fairly well played contest and extremely close, but the local team lost when their opponents kicked a field goal with a little over a minute left in the game. Although our team moved the ball pretty well after the other team had scored, the drive stalled on the 27 yard line as time expired, costing them the victory.
Once we got back to the Cochrans' house, I said goodbye to everyone and went home alone. Since it was fairly late, I merely showered and hopped into bed. I fell asleep while thinking about what possible suggestions I might offer Cherie about Justin's party.
Saturday wasn't too bad either, because there was plenty for me to do. I spent most of the morning researching ideas for Justin's birthday party and came up with three possibilities. I would tell Cherie about these ideas tomorrow when they brought the boys back and see if she liked any of them. After that, I found plenty of college football games to watch on television and spent the afternoon and evening going from one game to another.
It was late when the last game ended, since it had been played on the west coast, so I just turned everything off and went to bed. I didn't even bother to do more than merely brush my teeth because I was so tired, and then I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I slept soundly for the rest of the night and didn't wake up until late the following morning. Then, I got up, took a quick shower and headed downstairs to fix a little something to eat. It was only a couple of hours later when I heard the Cochrans pull into the driveway with the boys.
I went outside to greet them and asked Don and Cherie if I could speak with them alone for a few minutes. They agreed, since they obviously knew what this was about, so I invited them in for a cup of coffee, while the boys stayed outside to play.
"Ok, I've been doing a little research and have come up with three possibilities," I began once we had our coffee and were seated at the dining room table. "I'll tell you a little about each one first and then you can decide which, if any, appeal to you."
I then went into great detail about each of my three suggestions, since I wasn't sure how familiar they were with any of them. When I finished, Don and Cherie discussed the ideas between themselves briefly, before Cherie turned toward me and spoke.
"They all seem acceptable and something Justin might like, so would you mind if I called him in and let him make up his mind about which he'd prefer to do?" Cherie wondered. "I told him he could invite six friends, in addition to your boys and Andrew, so there will be about 12 boys in total."
I agreed that giving the choice to Justin would be fine, so she went outside to get him. He looked a bit nervous when he came into the dining room with his mother, so I felt she hadn't told him why he had been summoned. Therefore, the first thing I did was to try to ease his apprehension.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," I began. "It's just that your mother asked me to come up with some ideas for your birthday party and now she wants to give you the chance to pick which one you think would be best." Justin looked totally relieved and listened carefully to what I said next. "The first choice is to go to Helen, Georgia and attend the Oktoberfest festival."
After telling him this, I went into great detail describing the architecture of Helen and explaining how the area looked like a Bavarian Alpine village. Then, I told him about the various types of activities they could do there, because the town held many special events and had additional activities set up to amuse those showing up for this celebration.
"Your second and third choices are kind of similar, but I think either would be fun because they would both utilize a Halloween attraction for your party. One is the Lawrenceville Ghost Tour and the other is the Lawrenceville Haunted Cemetery Tour." I then described each of these activities in detail and explained what it would include. Then, I asked if he was interested in doing any of those things.
"Yeah, I think the Ghost Tour would be great!" he agreed. "It sounds like they're gonna take us to different places and the person leading us around will tell us a ghost story about each place we stop at. Because my birthday is so close to Halloween, I think that will be fun and it will probably scare the crap out of my friends too."
I quickly glanced over at Cherie and Don to see their reactions to what Justin had just said. Cherie merely rolled her eyes back in her head and tried to suppress a giggle, while Don simply shook his head from side to side. However, neither had an objection to his choice, although possibly some amusement over why he had chosen it over the other possibilities. After that had been taken care of, we sent Justin back out with the other boys while I talked about his choice in more detail with Don and Cherie.
The three of us also discussed what other things the boys might like to do at the party, since the Ghost tour wouldn't begin until 7:00. Don and Cherie had already decided they would advise the other boys to arrive around 1:00 and then they could play some games and do some other things first. Since they didn't have any idea about what to do during that time, I promised to talk to Justin about what kind of activities he would like to include.
I also offered to organize those activities for them when the time came, since they didn't seem too thrilled about doing it. Don said they would appreciate any the help I could give them and they would order pizza to be delivered at 5:00, so there would be plenty of time to eat first, before we had to leave. That would be followed by the cake and ice cream, before we took everyone to the Ghost Tour. It would take about 90 minutes to complete the tour, so Don said he'd advise the parents that they could pick up their sons between 9:00 and 9:30.
As soon as all of that had been agreed to, I advised them that I would be willing to take some of the boys to the Ghost Tour in the Outback, along with my group. Don then asked me where I had rented the van I'd used for the other boys' parties, because he was planning to rent one too. He felt the van and Outback would be sufficient to transport everyone back and forth, so they'd only need those two vehicles. Since Dylan's party came first, we still had plenty of time to iron out any of the remaining details for Justin's party, but Don also decided to rent a van for Dylan's party too. He did it after I told him about the activities I had planned for those boys and that we'd need to get them from our house to another destination for one of them.
Don and Cherie each thanked me for what I'd already done and for offering to do even more, before they went to get Dylan and Justin so they could head home. After we all said goodbye to each other and they drove off, my three wanted to know what I'd done while they were away. After giving them a quick rundown about what I'd been up to, they told me about the things they had done, which included a trip to the movie theater the night before.
The three of them seemed happy about the time they'd spent with the Cochrans, but then they wanted to know if I would watch the Atlanta Falcons football game with them next. As soon as I agreed, they told me to sit on the sofa and then Ethan and Tyler took their places beside me, while Marcus plopped down on my lap. That's the way we stayed throughout the first half, but then I got up to fix diner during halftime. When I returned to watch the rest of the game with them, the only thing that changed was that Ethan climbed onto my lap this time, while Marcus and Tyler sat beside me. They all seemed to like the closeness we enjoyed, and I did too, as we cheered the Falcons on to victory.
After dinner, I left the boys to entertain themselves, while I went into my office to work out some more details for both Dylan and Justin's parties. I also took care of a few unfinished matters concerning the little surprise I had planned for Justin and Dylan in between, since it would be a joint present from our family. While I was working on those things, Tyler came in to speak with me.
"So is everything ready for Dylan's birthday party? It's not this weekend, but the weekend after. Right?" he asked, as he awaited my answer.
"Yes and I think everything is pretty much set," I replied. "I put on the invitations that the boys should arrive around 1:00, so I'll have pizza with you before they get here. Once Dylan's guests arrive, then you and he can shoot hoops with the other boys until we begin the first activity. After that, we'll move on to the next item I have planned, and by the time we get back from that Dylan's parents should be here to get the cookout started. We'll have the cake and ice cream after that and then Don, Cherie and the younger boys can go back to their place."
"What about later? Will you tell us another ghost story?" Tyler pressed, and I could read the hope in his eyes.
"I suppose I can come up with something, if you want me to," I agreed and Tyler immediately grinned.
"Yeah, I do, but not the same one you told at my party. Ok?" he asked, just to make sure. "Some of the guys were there too, so I don't want you telling the same one again."
"I won't do that," I assured him. "I think I'll be able to come up with something before then." He smiled and seemed satisfied.
"Ya know, Dylan told me before that he was hoping he might get a pair of Jordan Aj Xx9 basketball shoes for his birthday, but he's afraid they might be too expensive for his parents to buy for him," Tyler followed. I momentarily wondered if he was hinting that we should get them for Dylan instead, but I didn't comment. Instead, I waited to see what he was going to say next. "I talked to the other guys that he invited and asked if they'd all be willing to chip in to buy him a pair. They said they would, but we'll need you to take Dylan to pick them out and try them on."
"Sure, I can do that, as long as there's enough money to pay for them," I agreed.
"Yeah, the other guys agreed to ask their parents for $20.00 each toward the gift, so there should be plenty of money," he confirmed. "If not, just have Dylan pick out a different pair, but I don't think he'll have to do that."
"Ok, it sounds good," I concurred, but Tyler just stood there looking at me. "Is there something else you need?" I wondered and a grin suddenly spread across his face.
"Yeah. Would it be alright if I slept with you tonight?" he wanted to know. I intentionally hesitated before I responded, just to see how he'd react. When I saw him starting to get nervous and even beginning to look panicked, I finally responded.
"Well I suppose we might be able to arrange something after I put your brothers to bed," I answered, I had done this to keep him from discovering that I was eager to do it as well.
"Do you think we can do – you know?" he followed immediately afterward.
"Can't we just sleep? I'm kind of tired tonight," I shot back, just to gauge his reaction.
"Please, can't we do something?" he whined and I almost felt guilty for doing this to him.
"I just hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of it, but if that's what you want," I grumbled, and suddenly Tyler's face lit up.
"Yeah, it is!" he immediately replied. "I've been practicing with the biggest dildo since you helped me, so do you think we could -" but I didn't let him finish what he was going to ask.
"No. If that's what you have in mind, then maybe you should stay in your own room tonight," I countered, drawing a worried expression in return.
"We can do something else then! Ok?" he nearly shouted. "I'll do whatever you want, as long as I can get off and I'm able to sleep with you." I hesitated a few more seconds before I replied.
"Alright, but I'm going to warn you that it will be a while before I'm ready to do the other thing you want," I stated so there would be no doubt.
"But I'm almost ready now," he insisted. "I've been able to use the last dildo without you helping me, so that should prove it."
"Practice makes perfect, so just keep working with it," I replied, tongue-in-cheek. "And you don't need to keep asking me to do it either, because I'll let you know when I'm ready."
"Come on! You're just going to make me wait!" he whined, in an effort to get me to change my mind.
"Yes, I'm going to make you wait until I think we're both ready to make that move," I confessed, much to his dismay. I could tell he wasn't happy and I knew he wasn't about to give up either.
"Alright, Dylan and I will practice with it again this weekend, so we'll be ready when you are," he responded, but now it was my turn to be shocked and upset.
"Whoa! Hold on there!" I quickly shot back. "I think you're operating under a misconception. I've agreed to do it with you at some point, but it's not something I'm willing to do with Dylan too."
"Why not? He loves you and he wants to do it with you, the same as me," Tyler reasoned.
"That may be, but I'm not willing to do it with him," I replied and I could tell my voice was shaking slightly as I did so. "If that's what you two had planned, then maybe I shouldn't do it with either of you."
"No! Wait!" Tyler screeched. "Why don't you want to do it with Dylan?"
"Tyler, I only agreed to do it with you because I love you so very much," I confessed. "I didn't realize how much until you were laying in that hospital bed and I thought I might lose you. While I was sitting by your bedside and praying that you'd get better, I made up my mind that if you pulled through I'd do that for you, if it was what you wanted and it would make you happy."
"See! I knew I heard you praying and asking God to help me get better, but you said I had only dreamed it," he shot back, while glaring at me.
"Ok, I'll admit I prayed and then misled you about doing it, but I wasn't ready to admit it to you back then. I was afraid you'd use the information to push me into having sex with you before you were completely healed," I admitted, rather sheepishly.
"So now that you've agreed to do it with me, you're finally willing to admit that you prayed and promised God to take care of me and do whatever you could to make me happy?" he pressed, not letting up at all.
"Yes, I said something like that, but I didn't mention anything specific that I would do and I didn't put a time table on when I'd do it either," I hedged, trying to find some wiggle room. "I'm willing to do certain things to make you happy, and I think I have so far, but some things I'll only do when we're both ready for it."
"But if you love Dylan too, then why won't you do it with him?" Tyler continued, as he shifted back to the topic that had started this discussion in the first place.
"It's because I love you and Dylan in different ways, although that wasn't always true," I answered. "At one point I loved all of you boys like sons, but since you were injured I've begun to realize that I love you in a slightly different way. I still love all of you boys, but I think I'm slowly falling IN love with you."
"Does that mean you're willing for us to always be together," Tyler pressed as he looked at me hopefully.
"I still have questions about the age difference and still feel you would be better off finding someone closer to your own age," I admitted, "but as long as it is what YOU want, then I won't fight it. I love you too much to ever push you away."
Suddenly, Tyler launched himself in my direction, wrapped his arms around my neck and started kissing me. I guess I must have said what he wanted to hear, because he was all over me for the next few minutes. Finally, I had to push him away before he was tempted to start ripping the clothes off both of us.
"Slow down, champ," I urged, as he looked at me quizzically. "I told you we could do something later, but not now, especially not where your brothers might walk in on us at any second."
It finally registered with him why I had stopped his actions and he blushed slightly before he responded. "Sorry, but I was just so happy."
"I could tell, but I'm not ready to explain those same things to your brothers," I cautioned. "Just hold in there until we go to bed."
He then went up to his room and I stayed in my office for a while longer. Eventually, I glanced at the clock and noticed the time, so I went to get the younger pair and took them upstairs for their shower.
I was somewhat surprised that neither one was curious about where Tyler or I had been, but maybe that was because they hadn't seen us together. After they realized Tyler was in his bedroom when we went upstairs, I guess they must have just assumed he'd been there the entire time. I didn't mind, because it kept me from having to answer any potentially uncomfortable questions.
While we were cleaning up, Marcus asked me why Aunt Cherie had called Justin into the dining room earlier, so I explained that I was helping Justin's mom and dad plan something for his birthday. Marcus immediately wanted to know what it was, but I told him he'd find out when he went to the party. That didn't seem to deter him and he continued trying to pry the information out of me, but I wouldn't give in. I figured he would probably get Justin to tell him later, but it was Justin's birthday, so I'd leave the decision up to him as to whether he'd tell Marcus.
After we got out of the shower, I dried them off, we brushed our teeth and then I followed them to their rooms. I tucked Ethan in bed first, after he had put on his pajamas, and then I kissed him on the forehead and wished him sweet dreams. After I left his room, I went next door and did the same thing with Marcus.
I heard Tyler in the shower in the boys' bathroom when I came out, so I figured he was doing that to throw his brothers off from suspecting what he had planned. I was fairly certain the other pair were already asleep by the time Tyler finished, because he had taken a really long shower. Then, he came directly to my bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He had obviously learned a lesson about consequences after the incident when Dylan had forgotten to do the same thing the previous weekend.
As soon as that had been taken care of, Tyler raced toward the bed, leaped into the air and landed beside me on the mattress. Then, he started to giggle hysterically.
"What's so funny?" I wondered as I looked at him.
"Betcha didn't expect me to do that?" he shot back. "You looked like you thought I was going to land on you."
"I didn't think you were aiming for me, but I was mildly surprised by your antics," I confirmed. "What the heck was that all about anyway?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just really happy about what you told me downstairs," he confessed, as a goofy grin covered his face.
"Do you mean that I agreed to do something with you tonight?" I shot back, although I'd already concluded it probably wasn't what he meant.
"No! That you're falling in love with me," he corrected. "I've been in love with you for months and I was wondering how long it would take before you felt the same way. I was pretty sure you did, but I wasn't sure if you would ever admit it."
"Maybe I was reluctant at first, but that all changed when I thought I might lose you," I confirmed, as honestly as I could. "I just wasn't sure if I'd be able to live without you in my life."
"So even though what happened to me was terrible, it still really worked out good," he said, while grinning. "It's not the way I would have picked to get you to realize that you loved me, but as long as it worked out and I'm gonna be all right, then I guess it was a good thing."
"Let's forget about that for now, unless you've changed your mind about doing something tonight," I pointed out.
"No! I want to do that too, but I'm still happy that you told me you're in love with me," he responded without hesitation.
"What would you say if I offered to rim you first and then suck you off? Would that work for you?" I offered, hoping he'd agree.
"How bout you rim me and then I rim you, and then we sixty-nine?" he countered, undeterred.
"Ok, I'm fine with that too," I confirmed after thinking about it for a few moments. "How do you want to do this then?"
He chose to be on his back, with his knees pulled back to his chest, so I happily dove in and did exactly what he wanted. I hadn't shaved all weekend, so the stubble around my mouth and chin seemed to cause him to wiggle and squirm even more than usual. However, I wasn't sure if this was happening because my actions were so pleasurable or if my whiskers served as an irritant. After we finished, I decided to ask him about it, so I'd be sure.
"Your whiskers kinda tickled," he confirmed, while releasing a giggle. "It kinda made me want to move to get away from you, but what you were doing felt really good at the same time, so I didn't want you to stop. It was like you were tickling me down there, but you were also making me feel good too, so I didn't know what I should do."
I guess that answered my question, so I got into position for him to rim me next. Tyler was just as aggressive at doing this as he had been an active participant in having it done to him. It always amazed me that he and Dylan had no hang-ups with this activity, since I felt most kids would initially find it repulsive. I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the fact that they knew we all cleaned the area really well first or that they enjoyed having it done to them. Either way, they never hesitated to return the favor and were always eager to reciprocate.
Once he'd finished, we got in the classic sixty-nine position and sucked each other off. He was just as aggressive at doing this, but he was also slowly learning how to take more of me every time we had oral sex together. He still unloaded first, but he was gradually reducing the time between when each of us ejaculated.
After we'd both enjoyed our orgasms, he cuddled up against me, but then he turned in my direction, grabbed my face and pulled it toward him, so he could kiss me. It wasn't just a peck on the cheek or lips either, because he immediately attacked my mouth with his tongue and began kissing me very passionately. I hadn't expected this, so I looked at him confused when he finally pulled away.
"That was to thank you for tonight and for everything else you do for us, like having Dylan's party here and helping to get his gift," he informed me. After that we settled in and fell asleep cuddled against each other.
Chapter 59
Dylan's Party
The next two weeks seemed to fly by and I soon discovered it was the Friday before Dylan's birthday party. Dylan had managed to talk his parents into letting him stay over with us on Friday night too, so he could help us get everything ready for the sleepover, and rode the bus home with Tyler. As soon as I got home from work, he assisted with moving most of the furniture out of the family room and into the living room, so there would be plenty of room for the boys to spread out their sleeping bags. I planned on sleeping on the sofa in the living room that night, so I would be close by in case of any unforeseen problems.
Once everything had been moved, we quickly ran the vacuum and made sure everything was set. Then, I collapsed on the sofa, somewhat exhausted from lifting the various pieces of furniture. I'd been on one end of each piece we moved by myself, while Dylan, Marcus and Ethan were on the other side, so I'd had quite a workout. I didn't let Tyler take part in this, because I didn't want to take a chance that he might re-injure himself.
As soon as I'd recuperated, I drove Marcus and Ethan over to the Cochran's house, since they were going to spend the weekend with Justin. Andrew was going to be there as well, so they should have a good time too. On the way back home, I stopped to pick up some take-out from the Chinese restaurant and Dylan was apparently rearing to go by the time we finished eating and had cleaned up afterward.
"Are you going to give me my birthday present now?" Dylan asked while looking at me hopefully. His comment confused me slightly, so I stared at him momentarily.
"I thought I already had," I answered, mildly confused.
"No, not the kind you buy, but the kind I'd really enjoy tonight and would make me feel good," he shot back as a grin crept over his face.
"Your party isn't until tomorrow," I pointed out, not giving him any satisfaction. I had a fairly good idea what he was hinting at, because he hadn't been very subtle, but I was going to make him squirm a little before giving in.
"I know, but I thought we could all take a shower together and then you might surprise me by doing something I'd really enjoy," he replied without coming right out and saying what he wanted.
"Oh, so you're hoping for a late night snack," I teased, getting a scowl in return.
"I was thinking I'd be giving you something to snack on," he snapped back, figuring I'd catch his drift now.
"Well that would be really nice of you," I agreed. "There's some pudding cups in the fridge and I'll take one of those and a glass of ice tea." He was beginning to look frustrated now that he'd heard my response.
"Come on, you know that's not what I mean," he groaned, while looking as morose as if his best friend had just told him to go to hell. "I was thinking about something we could do in your bed."
"I can eat and drink in bed. We've done that before," I teased, as I waited for him to spell out what he wanted. I noticed Tyler standing behind Dylan and doing his best not to break out laughing.
"I want you to make me feel good and help me get off," he whined, as he started to get more specific and I'm sure he reasoned that I had to know what he wanted now.
"I suppose I could give you a massage on my bed and then help you get off of it afterward, so you can go over to Tyler's room," I countered, as Dylan's eyes snapped wide open and his lower jaw dropped toward the floor. I also heard Tyler snicker.
"Quit playing games with me," he barked, this time glaring at me. "I want you to rim me and suck me off. Then, I want you to let me do the same things to you."
"Oh, so you want to do something sexual. Well why didn't you just say that to begin with?" I offered, as he glared at me and looked incredulous.
"I figured you'd know what I meant, since we've done it before," he groaned. "I didn't think I had to come right out and say it."
"It's always best to be clear about what you want," I shot back, which drew an exasperated sigh in response.
"So will you do that for me or not?" he pleaded and I knew it was time to let him off the hook.
"Well I suppose I could do it, if that's what you want," I offered, as he suddenly let out the breath he'd been holding in.
"Of course I do," he moaned. "Didn't I just say that?"
"Ok, then let's hit the shower," I offered, as Tyler grasped Dylan by the arm and tugged him toward the bathroom.
"Didn't you figure out that he was only teasing and trying to make you suffer," Tyler pointed out as they entered the master bath. "He does that to me all the time."
"You could have warned me or pointed it out before now," Dylan snapped, while flashing Tyler a disgusted glare.
"I could have, but I wanted to see how long it would take you to figure it out," Tyler replied and then giggled. "It was really funny watching your reaction."
"I'm glad you thought so," Dylan shot back, "but I didn't think Uncle Blake was like that."
"Oh, he gets in one of those moods every now and then and doesn't let up until he thinks you can't take it any more," Tyler responded.
"I'll have to remember that," Dylan groaned, as he looked over his shoulder to see if I was coming behind them.
Tyler had the water adjusted by the time I got there, so we all hopped into the shower and I began to scrub Dylan down. Since Dylan still looked slightly upset about my teasing him earlier, I decided to see if I could lighten his mood. As I was washing his body, I began to tickle his rib cage, which caused him to squirm around as he attempted to break free. As soon as I promised not to do that to him any more, he stopped using Tyler as a shield and moved beside me again. To make up for that, I reached down and stroked his penis for a short time, which immediately made him feel much better.
Once both boys were clean, they combined forces to wash me next. Dylan tried to get even by tickling me too, but since he wasn't having much success and I threatened to forget about my promise earlier to do something with him, he finally gave up. Yes, the threat of withholding sex can be an extremely powerful motivator.
Once we finished up in the bathroom, I followed the boys to my bed and they quickly got into position for me to service them. I merely stood at the foot of the mattress and admired the view.
"Aren't you going to do anything?" Dylan pressed after a couple of minutes had passed by.
"Oh, you're waiting on me?" I responded, trying to stifle a laugh.
"This isn't turning out to be a very good birthday present," he groaned, since he wasn't finding my antics amusing.
"Then think of all the presents I've given you every other time I've done this with the two of you," I pointed out, which made him relent slightly.
"Ok, I get it, but can we just do this now?" he followed, this time looking hopeful.
"Sure," I quickly agreed. "Who's going first?"
"The birthday boy," Tyler answered without hesitation. When I looked at Dylan, he had a huge grin on his face.
"Of course," I agreed, as Dylan was pulling his legs onto his chest. I glanced down at his rosebud and it appeared to be winking at me.
That was all the invitation I needed, as I bent forward and dived into his butt with my tongue. Dylan nearly rocketed off the bed when I made the initial contact, but then he settled down and began to enjoy what I was doing to him. I realized he always seemed to enjoy this when I did it to him, but tonight he seemed to be even more appreciative than usual. He was making a series of throaty, guttural sounds as I licked, sucked and paid attention to the entire area and then he began to purr. He almost sounded like a contented kitten enjoying a belly rub. Since I was doing this as an additional birthday present tonight, I kept at it twice as long as I normally would have. Dylan certainly wasn't about to complain and Tyler was having fun merely watching his best buddy enjoying himself.
When I finally ceased doing that to him, I had Dylan lower his legs and he instinctively spread them wide in the process, to give me complete access to his family jewels. I immediately leaned over and began to work on his scrotum, as I nipped and tugged at the fleshy sack with my teeth and toyed with the with the watery orbs contained within using my lips and tongue. When I had him squirming around on the mattress, I began to lick my way up his shaft until I reached the spongy head. Then, I opened my mouth and lowered it over the tip, until my lips came into contact with his pubic mound.
I continued to use my tongue, but I also added suction every time my head rose upward and then I rapidly lowered it again and repeated the process. Dylan started to buck his hips to assist my effort and we continued this rhythmic dance until his body arched skyward, as he thrust his penis into my throat and his body surrendered its creamy nectar. I didn't release his shaft after that happened and continued to nurse on his wilting boyhood until I'd drained him completely. Once I was sure there was nothing left to offer, I let his penis fall from my lips. When that happened, he finally relaxed and his body crashed down on the mattress again, as he swooned in post-orgasmic delight.
While Dylan was enjoying the pleasurable feelings still coursing through his frame, I proceeded to do the same thing to Tyler. I didn't rim him quite as long as I had Dylan before I began to suck him off too, but it didn't take long before he was enjoying his own release. After he had relinquished every drop of boy cream his body had produced, he spent a few more minutes recovering from his own pleasurable experience.
Just as soon as Dylan and Tyler were both ready to continue, I let them start on me. Tyler graciously told Dylan he could do either or both activities if he wanted, since this was in honor of his birthday, and Dylan didn't hesitate to accept the offer. While he was doing those things to my body, Tyler decided to move up and kiss me, but he was also tweaking my nipples at the same time. Then, he opted to move his head lower so he could nip and suck on the erect nubs for a short time, before moving up to my neck and then back to my mouth again.
This dual stimulation proved to be very effective and I was soon depositing my own load into Dylan's mouth. He never hesitated accepting it and greedily drank down the juices offered, as Tyler and I continued to make out. Once I had a chance to fully enjoy my release, we all snuggled together on the bed and rapidly fell into a very pleasant slumber.
We slept later than usual the following morning, since we were so relaxed, but we were also pretty tired from the previous day's activities. We were currently the only ones in the house, so there was no one else to disturb us either. After we got out of bed and dressed, I asked the boys if they'd rather have breakfast or an early lunch. They chose to have me order the pizza and have it delivered early, so that's how we started our day. Then, Dylan and Tyler went out to mess around with the basketballs, while they waited for the other boys to show up.
As soon as each individual arrived, either Dylan or Tyler would bring the boy inside so he could leave the things he'd brought in the family room for later, and they did this until everyone was there. The boys that already knew me stopped to say hello on the way through, while Dylan or Tyler introduced me the boys that I hadn't met before.
Those invited from the baseball team included Carlos, Curtis, D'Wayne, Jamal, Jon, Paul and Stanton, while I met Adam, Anthony, Chris, Derrick and Karl, who were some of the better players from last years 7th grade basketball team. It didn't surprise me that Anthony, Derrick and Karl were black, but I was slightly amused to learn that it seemed the three of them had talked to D'Wayne and Jamal about coming to the party first, before they accepted the invitation. It appeared that we must have gotten favorable reviews from the latter pair, because they had all showed up.
Once everyone was at the house, I suggested they could play a game of basketball first, since Dylan and Tyler wanted to see how they'd do against the other boys. I had called Dr. Flatow on Friday to see if he thought it would be all right for Tyler to do this and he said it would be fine, as long as the game didn't get too rough. I told him I'd make sure that didn't happen, because I would referee.
I let Jamal and D'Wayne chose up teams, since they were about the same height and had both played on the 7th grade team too, which I hadn't previously been aware of. They also knew all of the other boys and what they were capable of, although some of the baseball players weren't as enthusiastic about participating. Jon and Paul were not only shorter, but they felt less skilled than everyone else, so they weren't overly enthusiastic about playing. They eventually agreed to do so, just as long as no one else made fun of them. Carlos and Stanton weren't eager to play either, although Stanton didn't dislike the idea as much as Carlos did. Therefore, those four agreed to be the subs, since there were 14 boys in total.
I was impressed by the level of play, and even though the boys wanted their team to win, no one played overly rough or dirty. They also didn't try to take advantage of the subs when they came in to play later. Even though those boys hadn't seemed enthusiastic about doing this, they played fairly well too, but what really impressed me was how well Dylan and Tyler were doing. They weren't backing down at all and were performing just as well as the boys that had played the previous season. I thought this was a good sign and let the game continue until they all began to grow tired. Then, I took everyone inside so they could replenish their bodily fluids, as well as giving them a chance to rest and cool down in the air conditioning.
"Damn, you two played really good," Anthony told Dylan and Tyler. "Why didn't you tryout for the team last year?"
"I guess we didn't think we were good enough, and we probably weren't back then either. We got a lot better after Uncle Blake started working with us," Dylan answered, with Tyler nodding his head in agreement.
"Shit, if he helps you guys as much as he did in baseball," Jamal chimed in, "then you guys will probably end up being starters."
"We'll be happy if we just make the team and get to play," Tyler countered. "Me and Dylan will try out as guards, but Anthony, Karl, Adam and Chris all look pretty good too."
"Some of us can play forward too and that's probably what the coach will do with the taller guys," Karl replied. "You both handled the ball pretty well though and you surprised me that you could go strong with either hand."
"And you both shot pretty good too," Chris chimed in, "and the coaches like to keep the scorers in the game longer."
"If you do as good at the tryouts as you did here, then you'll have no trouble making the team," Adam added. "I just hope you don't knock some of us off the team when you do."
"I doubt that will happen," Dylan countered. "Like Tyler said, we just hope to make the team."
"I don't think that will be a problem," D'Wayne assured them.
While the boys had been chatting, I used the time to give the Cochrans a quick call, since one of them was going to help with the next activity. Cherie answered the phone and told me she'd be right over. As soon as I knew she was on her way, I told the boys to grab their towels and swim trunks, because we were heading over to the local YMCA to use the pool. I'd made the necessary arrangements with the management earlier in the week and had also taken care of the required fees.
Cherie showed up driving the van they'd rented for the day and we split the boys up into two groups, some going with her and the rest with me in the Outback. Since the four youngest boys were going to join us too, seeing they didn't want to be left out of this, they were already in the van with Cherie.
I had told our guests to leave their valuables at the house and I took a couple of locks with me to keep our clothes and shoes safe while we were in the water. Once we arrived at the Y, I went over and gave Cherie the key to our house and told her to come back at 5:45, because that's when the place shut down for the day. She agreed and the rest of us went inside.
When we got to the locker room, I went to the middle section, because I didn't like to be in the traffic flow at the front or in with those wishing to hide from everyone else in the back. I was surprised when all of the boys followed me to that area too and then began to undress. I guess that since they had all done stuff like this before and had taken group showers after games and practices, they had no problem doing this now. Of course, none of my group had any problem doing it either, so everyone began to change.
I noticed the younger boys checking the other boys out, but I also glanced around to see how the baseball players might have changed since I saw them at Tyler's party. I didn't hesitate to glance at the others as well, but I attempted to do it without becoming too obvious about what I was up to. I would merely let my eyes wander about as I took their clothes and placed them in one of the lockers, but I was able to get at least a glimpse of each of them. I could also see that Andrew, Justin, Ethan and Marcus were nearly on overload from being able to check out all the dangling boy meat, because it was there, no matter which way they turned.
The Y had a fantastic indoor pool and some of the boys thought this was a real treat. I guess they'd only used outdoor pools before and this one was not only beautiful, but it was also suitable for competitions as well. We stayed in the pool for as long as we could, and during that time some of the boys challenged some of the others to race, but there was a little horsing around going on too. I never let it get bad enough to warrant a whistle from the lifeguard, so the boys had fun without getting into trouble.
When we got back to the locker room, I gave everyone back their things and then we all headed for the shower so we could rinse off the strong smell from the chlorine. Once again, no one was bashful, even with me, the younger boys and a few others being in there too, and this time I got a much better look at the boys I hadn't seen before.
Once we dried off and got dressed again, we headed out to the parking lot. Cherie was there waiting for us, so the boys riding with her got into the van, while the others hopped in the Outback with me. When we got to the house, we discovered that Don already had the grill fired up and he and Cherie had brought over everything for the meal while we'd been swimming.
Since the boys had been extremely active since they first arrived, they went through the food like a pride of hungry lions after killing a water buffalo, followed by a pack of starving hyenas. I think Don and Cherie were glad that they had brought so much food with them, because it didn't appear as if there would be much, if anything, left over. Fortunately, by the time that happened everyone was full, including Don, Cherie and myself, so I was grateful that no one would go hungry.
After we finished eating, I had the boys throw their disposable dinnerware in the large trash bag I was carrying around. Once that had been taken care of, Dylan introduced his parents to the boys they didn't know and then we all sat around and got to know each other a little better. After we'd waited a decent amount of time, Don and Cherie went to the kitchen and grabbed the cake and ice cream so we could have it next.
After Cherie put the candles on the cake and lit them, we all sang happy birthday to Dylan, before he blew them out. Chris then handed Dylan a card, since he'd somehow been chosen spokesperson for the group. When Dylan opened it, he saw the card was signed by all of the boys there except for my crew, and there was a gift card included with it.
"There should be enough on it so you can get the pair of Jordan Aj Xx9 basketball shoes that you want," Chris informed him. "We all chipped in to do this, because we know how expensive they are."
"Thanks, guys! How did you know I wanted a pair of those?" he followed as he looked from face to face.
"Tyler said you'd mentioned it to him before," Chris answered.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about doing that," Dylan stated. "Thanks again. This is great and I really appreciate it."
After that, Andrew came outside carrying a square package for Dylan. We weren't sure what it was, but after Dylan opened it he discovered it was a really nice basketball.
"Your mom told my mom you wanted that, so it's from us," Andrew told him.
"Thanks, little bro. That was really nice of you," Dylan shot back and his comment elicited a huge smile from Andrew in return.
Once that was out of the way, Cherie cut the cake and began to pass it out, while Don and I scooped out the ice cream. When everyone had their share, we cleaned up the mess again and put things away. Then, Don and Cherie got the little ones ready to go back with them and they wished the other boys a good time for the rest of the night.
As soon as they had left, the boys headed for the family room so they could lounge around for a while, since everyone was stuffed and worn out. Before he joined them, Dylan asked me to hold on to the gift card for him, since Tyler explained I would take him to pick up the basketball shoes later. It wasn't very long after he disappeared, before the boys called me in to join them, although I didn't know why.
"Dylan told us that you were the one who planned the things we did today. Is that true?" Chris wanted to know.
"Guilty as charged!" I responded tongue-in-cheek, although I had no idea if he thought those activities were a good thing or not.
"What we did so far was fun," Karl offered next. "I wasn't sure if I wanted to come to this at first, because I thought it might be lame, but I'm glad I listened to Jamal and D'Wayne now."
"Yeah, and I'm glad I came too," Anthony quickly chimed in, with many of the others nodding their heads or adding comments in agreement. "At first I was afraid the adults would try to make us play a bunch of kid games, but the basketball game and swimming was perfect."
"I'm glad you all joined us as well and enjoyed what we had planned," I concurred, hoping that would make them all feel good.
"Dylan said it was why he wanted to have his party at your house, because it would be more fun that way," Chris offered next.
"I hope it was, but don't go spreading that around, because I don't want Dylan's parents to feel badly. Besides, they paid for everything and held the cookout," I suggested and I saw the boys nod in response.
"That was pretty good too," Derrick added.
"And the younger boys were pretty cool at the Y too," Adam chimed in. "They didn't have a problem getting naked with the rest of us when we were changing into our swim trunks or when they showered with us afterward. I guess that could have been because they were busy checking the rest of us out and staring at our equipment." Some of the boys giggled after he'd said this.
"Yes, they are pretty open about their bodies, since they've all been naked around each other when they're here and they've even done it with some of their friends before," I agreed. "They all stay with us quite often and end up taking showers together, but just like the rest of you, they like to check out everyone else's package too. They just want to see how they compare and what they might have to look forward to."
"They were still pretty cool and we didn't mind," Derrick offered. "We're pretty used to that stuff, but I don't think my little brother would have been that cool doing it with people he didn't know. I've caught him checking me out at home though, so I guess all kids must do that."
"My brother wasn't willing to do things like that either, until he started hanging out with Tyler's brothers," Dylan added. "Now, he is just as willing to get naked as everyone else and doesn't have any more hang-ups about it. I think it's been really good for him."
"Yeah, because there are a lot of older guys that still have problems doing stuff like that in a group too, so your brothers put all of those wusses to shame," Stanton offered. "Marcus was cool about doing that at Tyler's party too and he even cracked us up a few times, but the other three boys weren't there then."
"How did he crack you up?" Chris wanted to know.
"Oh, he told us that we had penises, not dicks, while telling us that was the correct name for them. He said he sometimes got 'rections too," Stanton answered, before giggling again.
"I'm afraid that was my fault, since we'd just had some heart-to-heart sex chats shortly before Tyler's party," I admitted, somewhat sheepishly.
"You should be proud of him," Curtis offered. "I thought it was neat that he knew the proper name for things and was aware about that stuff. I wish my dad had been more open about things like that when I was younger."
"Yeah, he'll have a head start on everyone else when he gets older," Adam agreed.
It seemed as if the boys were impressed by the younger group and Derrick even joked that he might have to send his brother over to spend some time with us too. Once we got through that discussion, I sat down with the boys to chat for a while, but actually it was so I could tell them my spooky story, although none of them knew that's what I was doing at the time.
"Hey, do any of you have a dog or know of any dogs living nearby?" I asked to get things started. Rather quickly, most of them let me know that they either had a dog or there were dogs in their neighborhood, which set things up for me nicely.
"Then have you heard about what's happening in some parts of the country?" I followed, while waiting for them to respond.
"No, what are you talking about?" Paul wanted to know, since he'd indicated that he had a dog at home.
"Well something is effecting dogs all over the country and scientists think it may have something to do with the dog food," I answered.
"Why? What's happening?" Paul demanded, definitely concerned.
"Well they don't know for sure and the dogs don't show any outward signs that something is wrong with them until it's too late," I answered, which got all of the boys leaning forward to listen, as they stared at me intently. "There have been instances where dogs have suddenly become really aggressive. I've heard there have been cases where a dog bit its owner's throat while the man was sleeping and killed him. There have been other reports that dogs have chewed off a body part from a person instead."
"Fuck, you've got to be kidding me!" Karl shot back. "This isn't true, is it?"
"It's been on the news," I replied, while trying to keep a straight face.
"Then I'm not going to sleep at home unless my bedroom door is shut and locked first and I know the dog is somewhere else!" Paul gasped, obviously afraid.
Ironically, at that moment we suddenly heard some dogs barking outside. I think all of the boys' eyes snapped wide opened when that happened, as their heads swiveled toward the window, but it was too dark to really see anything.
"Is it happening around here?" Jon followed, as soon as he turned back and looked at me with his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"I think I heard about it happening in Mississippi and maybe Alabama too. There might have also been a report about it happening in Tennessee as well, but I can't remember. I haven't heard about anything happening in Georgia though, at least not that I can remember," I answered, as Jon released some of the breath he'd been holding in.
"So they're just attacking their owners?" Chris asked, since he hadn't indicated that he owned a dog.
"I'm afraid not. I guess some of the dogs involved had either been running around loose or had somehow gotten out of the house before they began attacking total strangers," I confirmed, much to his dismay.
"There are all kinds of dogs where we live," Chris blurted out. "I'm about ready to lock myself in the house when I get back."
"Uncle Blake, is this one of your horror stories just so you can scare us?" Dylan followed, while eyeing me suspiciously.
"Would I do something like that?" was my retort, without admitting or denying anything.
"Yes!" Tyler screamed. "You said you'd tell us a ghost story tonight, not scare the crap out of us by telling us stories about stuff like this."
"Well I'm sure this must have scared you as well as any ghost story would have," I stated, after which I heard several groans.
"So is this real or not," Stanton pressed, while staring at me.
"Maybe, maybe not," I answered, leaving them hanging. "I'll let you figure that out for yourselves."
"Damn, you really had us going there!" D'Wayne chimed in while grinning at me. "That was even better than the story you told us at Tyler's party and you almost had us shitting our pants then."
There were a few murmurs of agreement, while a few of the boys told me I was cruel and they probably wouldn't be able to sleep now. I merely shrugged my shoulders, bid them goodnight and headed out the family room to go to sleep in the living room.
It was about a half hour later and I was lying comfortably on the sofa when I saw Jon and Paul exit the family room and head in my direction. They were just in their underwear and I felt they might be too scared to fall asleep. I was beginning to feel badly about what I'd done when Paul spoke up.
"Mr. Blake, I'm sure you must have seen us earlier when we were changing at the Y and we're wondering what's wrong with us?" he began, leaving me somewhat confused.
"I'm not sure what you're getting at," I stated, as I sat up and looked at him for an answer.
"This!" he suddenly stated, as he lowered the front of his briefs. A moment later, Jon was doing the same thing. "You saw both of us at Tyler's birthday party too, so why haven't we changed and got bigger like everyone else? What's wrong with us?"
Both boys were still in the very early stages of puberty, although they had slightly more pubes than the last time I'd seen them and their penises might have been a shade bigger. However, they were both still very small for their age and obviously in a hurry to be more like everyone else.
"Guys, there's nothing wrong with you, but not everyone's body matures at the same time or at the same rate," I answered. At the same time I was considering why they hadn't remembered what I'd told them at Tyler's party, since they had mentioned the same problem then. "When are your birthdays and how old will you be then?"
They both told me and I did some quick mental calculations that led me to conclude they must also be among the very youngest in their grade. "It may just be that you're just much younger than the others in your grade or you might just be late bloomers, which means your body clocks aren't set to start the process until you're a little older. There is nothing to worry about though."
"Maybe not for you, but this sucks!" Jon complained. "It's not easy being one of the smallest and least mature kids in your class."
"I'm sure it isn't, but as I explained to you at Tyler's party, there's nothing you can do to speed things up either," I commiserated. "It would be best if you just learned to accept the way things are and not let others get to you about it."
"That's not easy to do," Jon griped, before lowering his face so he was staring at the floor.
"Maybe not, but what you want will only happen when your bodies decide it's time," I stated. Since I could see they were both still down, I decided to make them an offer that I hoped would help them feel a little better. "Hey, how would you two like to spend the night in here with me?"
"Can we?" Paul asked rhetorically, as Jon and he pulled their underwear back up. "That might help, seeing you also got us scared about that dog crap."
"Ok, then why don't you go grab your sleeping bags and I'll sleep on the floor with you," I agreed. "I'll just move my pillow and blanket down so I can join you."
They nodded in agreement and then scampered off, but they soon returned carrying their bedding with them. They hurriedly placed it down beside me, with one on each side, but they arranged themselves so close to me that I barely had room to move. I guess that was the price I had to pay for scaring them half to death earlier, but they fell asleep rather quickly after they got settled in, while it took me a little longer to enter dreamland.
Chapter 60
Surprises and Planning
I was the first one to wake up Sunday morning, but it was probably because I was stiff and hadn't slept very well. Jon and Paul had kept inching closer to me all night long until they were almost attached to my body, so I was unable to move around or shift my position. I understood why they did this and it might have even been a unconscious reaction to the story I'd told the previous night about the dogs. In one way, I was pleased they both felt comfortable enough to come to me and expose their problem, quite literally, while asking for my advice. On the other hand, I'd felt cramped and confined the entire night.
As soon as I dared, I started to sit up and attempted to move away from there, so I could stretch for a few minutes and loosen up the muscles again. I also wanted to go out to the kitchen and get things ready for breakfast. Unfortunately, I woke both boys up in the process.
"You two can go back to sleep if you want, because I don't think anyone else is up yet," I urged.
Jon immediately laid down again, but I thought Paul was going to get up with me instead. After considering his options for a few seconds, Paul decided to just use the toilet and then return to his sleeping bag, since he realized he was still tired. When I went in to check on them again later, those two were snuggled up against each other.
Once I was alone, I started to mix the ingredients for scrambled eggs, so I'd only have to pour it into the frying pan when the boys were ready to eat. I also had everything ready to make a large batch of home fries and I set the boxes of cereal out, in case someone wanted that instead or planned on having it to go along with the other things I'd prepared. I would also fix them toast, if they wanted it, and I got the bacon and sausage links out so I could fry that up as needed. When the boys began to wake up and started coming out to join me, I asked what they wanted for breakfast and then began to prepare it. Tyler offered to take care of the toast though, which left me one less thing to worry about.
I think the smell of the food woke some of the other boys up, because they seemed to be following their noses as they walked into the dining room. Everyone was still in their underwear and I urged each of them to go to the toilet right after they gave me their order. I did that because their morning erections were tenting out the front of their underwear and leaving no illusions about how well they were hung.
As soon as everyone was fed, I had the boys get all of their things together for when their parents arrived to pick them up, although a few went back in to lay down again after they ate. Some of the others went outside to shoot hoops, while a few more stayed in the family room and started playing video games, once Tyler got things set up.
"Thanks, Uncle Blake. This was a fantastic party and I'm pretty sure all of my friends had a great time. Even your silly dog story didn't ruin it," Dylan teased, as he punched me lightly in the shoulder. "I know my party wouldn't have been half this good though, without you helping out and letting me have it here."
"I'm just glad your parents agreed to let me do this for you," I replied, as I gave him a hug.
"Me too," he whispered, before we broke the embrace.
Over the next few hours the various sets of parents stopped by to pick up their sons. Each of the boys thanked both Dylan and me, while assuring us they had a great time. I, in turn, thanked them for being so well behaved and such a pleasure to be with.
Shortly after the last of our guests had departed, Don and Cherie showed up to get Dylan and drop off Ethan and Marcus. Before they left, however, I asked Dylan to help Marcus, Ethan and me move the correct pieces of furniture back into the family room. That's when Don spoke up. "Why don't Dylan and me take one end, and then Marcus and Ethan can help you on the other?"
That sounded great to me, so I quickly agreed. Once we had each the pieces moved back to the family room again, I asked Tyler, Marcus and Ethan to finish straightening up the family and living rooms for me, while I took a few minutes to chat with the Cochrans.
"So how did things go after we left?" Don asked almost as soon as we'd moved into the dining room. "I see you're still standing and the house is in one piece and looking good, so it couldn't have gone too badly."
"No, it went great!" Dylan gushed. "Everyone had a fantastic time, especially me." Cherie just looked over and gave me a knowing grin.
"Well, Blake, it looks like you did it again," Don chuckled. "I'm certainly glad it was you and not me though."
"I actually think I enjoyed it as much as they did," I confessed. "I only refereed the basketball game, but I enjoyed the swim and I got a kick out of fooling them with a story I made up."
"Oh? What did you tell them?" Cherie wanted to know.
"I'll let Dylan fill you in about it later, once you're home and you can't do me bodily harm," I joked and the boys giggled. Cherie quickly flashed me a questioning look after hearing my answer, but I didn't add anything further.
"I know my party will be just as good," Justin chimed in. "I'm so happy your helping me too."
"So are we," Don chimed in, while flashing me an appreciative grin.
Once they left and went to drop Andrew off, I headed into the family room and collapsed on the sofa. Before long, the boys came in to join me and we watched a movie together, before the Falcon's game started. They remained basically stuck against my body on both sides and in front too, until the Falcons won again and we got up to eat dinner.
Tyler came out to speak to me while I was cleaning up, because he wanted to thank me for the great time he'd had at Dylan's party. "I can't believe how well Dylan and I did playing against those other guys and that they thought we should both make the team," he gushed and he couldn't seem to suppress the huge smile that had spread across his lips.
"You both played really well and I was impressed watching you two," I assured him.
"But we couldn't have done that without your help," Tyler blurted out next.
"Just like with baseball, I only showed you the skills you needed to learn, but you two did all of the work," I replied. "How much you improved depended on your athleticism and hard work, so it is both of you, not me, that deserves the praise."
"But even the guys on our baseball team know we wouldn't have done so well without your help, and now the basketball players know it too," Tyler insisted, while looking smug.
"When a team wins a game, who is more responsible? The players or the coach?" I asked next.
"Both!" Tyler responded, without hesitation. "The players have to go out and do everything during the game, but the coach helps them get ready to play and makes the decisions during the game to help them win."
"Ok, I'll give you that much, but my old coach used to say it's the team that wins the games, but the coach is responsible for the losses," I followed. "I can only show you what you should be able to do, but it's not any good if you can't do it. I can tell you all kinds of things, but if you aren't capable of doing them, then it will all be a waste of time. I, or any coach, is worthless without athletes that can actually do what we teach them, so for me this is more about you and Dylan, than about me."
Tyler thought about this for a few minutes and then shrugged, so I took that to mean he wasn't about to argue the point further. "So when are you going to take Dylan to pick up his basketball shoes?" Tyler followed, while staring at me.
"There isn't really any hurry to do it, since you've got a month before basketball tryouts are held, but he's going to be here next weekend too," I pointed out. "If he wants, I can take him then."
"Yeah, I'll let him know then and thanks for everything, Uncle Blake," Tyler countered, before he turned to leave the room.
"Oh, and when you talk to Dylan, make sure you tell him and Justin to bring some good clothes with them next weekend, because I've made some other plans for us too," I offered before he disappeared.
"Why? What are we going to do?" Tyler wanted to know.
"I want it to be a surprise, but you should be dressed better than usual for it," I offered in response.
"Like when we went to see the Lion King?" Tyler asked, while staring at me.
"Yes, that type of clothing would be fine," I answered, without giving him a hint about what we'd be doing. I could tell that Tyler was frustrated before he finally left, but I wasn't about to spoil the surprise. That reminded me to call Sally too, so I could tell her the same thing, because I wanted to make sure Andrew had something appropriate to wear as well.
The rest of the evening was fairly quiet, but then Tyler asked if he could sleep with me again later. I agreed and he hopped into bed with me after we showered.
"I forgot to ask you earlier, but some of us were wondering why Jon and Paul went to the living room to sleep with you at the party," Tyler wondered, while waiting for me to answer.
"I'll tell you, but only if you promise not to spread this around to anyone else," I replied.
"Not even Dylan?" Tyler followed.
"Ok, you can tell Dylan too, but only if he promises not to tell anyone else," I agreed. Tyler nodded, so I answered his question. "They came to ask me why they weren't developing physically like the rest of you. They were concerned that they're so much smaller and only just starting puberty, while the rest of you passed that milestone quite a while ago."
"Oh," Tyler gasped. "We thought they did it because your story scared them."
"That might have been part of it too, but they mostly wanted my opinion and didn't feel that there was anyone else to ask. Since they still looked troubled after I explained things to them, I offered to let them sleep next to me too," I stated, as Tyler began to nod.
"Yeah, all my friends trust you and feel comfortable talking to you about stuff like that, especially knowing that you've helped me and Marcus too," Tyler admitted.
"And did anything happen in the family room after I'd left, like at your party?" I asked, while observing his reaction.
"A little, but not like the last time," Tyler admitted. "After some of the others fell asleep, I saw a couple of the guys jerking off and a couple more jerking off each other." Then he looked into my eyes and grinned. "Are you gonna help me out with my problem now?" After saying this, he began shaking his penis at me and I merely nodded in response. "Can we sixty-nine?"
I merely nodded again and slid into position. We attacked each other like two greedy calves and kept at it until we were both drained and satisfied. Then, Tyler cuddled against me and placed his head on my chest, as we eventually drifted off to sleep.
The following week was basically uneventful, as we moved into the month of October. The boys were firmly entrenched at school and focused on their studies, which pleased me. They were all doing very well, so this weekend's surprise wasn't only for Dylan and Justin, but to reward each of them as well. I would point this out to them before we went, so they'd understand.
When Justin and Dylan showed up on Friday night, we went to the diner for dinner, before heading over to watch another high school football game. The boys were all happy to see Auntie Ann again and she was thrilled to spend a little time with them as well. I'd invited Don to join us, but he opted to spend the time alone with Cherie instead, which was fine with us. It was a good game and the high school team won, so the boys were all in a fairly good mood when we got back to the house.
We immediately started the shower rotation, since we were now doing it in pairs again. I took Ethan and Andrew in first, with Justin and Marcus waiting just outside and watching our every move. Then those groups switched and I began washing the next pair.
"It was neat seeing all of those other boys naked when we went swimming with you guys last Saturday," Justin announced, with the other three quickly chiming in their agreement.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it and they were impressed that the four of you didn't hesitate to change or shower with them either," I pointed out. "They told me they thought you boys were really cool."
There were smiles all around, before Justin spoke again. "Yeah, but I would never have done that before I started coming over here. I'm really glad that you taught me it's ok to do stuff like that."
"You can thank your brother too, since he was the one that pointed out you would need to take group showers if you wanted to play sports," I reminded him and Justin nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot about that, but he didn't tell me it would be a lot of fun too," Justin admitted and then he giggled.
"Yes, I could see that you were all enjoying it," I agreed, as four heads bobbed up and down to confirm my statement.
Once that group was in bed, Dylan and Tyler wanted to shower with me too. I was beginning to wonder if my body was going to start shriveling up like a giant prune from taking three showers each time all of the boys were here.
I wasn't surprised when Dylan and Tyler began begging me to do something with them after we got out of the shower. Although I feigned reluctance, I eventually gave in to them and rimmed and sucked each one off before they did the same thing to me. Then, they cuddled against my side as we fell asleep.
When we got up the next morning, I fed the boys, but I also took the opportunity to talk to them while they were eating. "I've made some special plans for today, so I want you to get dressed in your good clothes in about an hour."
"Why? What are we gonna do?" Marcus wanted to know.
"I want to keep that a surprise for a little longer, but I will tell you this," I responded. "This is sort of a combined birthday gift for Dylan and Justin from the four of us, but it's also a reward for the three of you for doing so well on your schoolwork. It's also to reward Andrew for being so helpful at home, because I know his mother really appreciates that. I'm proud of all of you boys and that's why I don't mind doing things like this for you."
They all thanked me for saying that, but they also attempted to wheedle more information out of me about what we were going to do. I refused to give in and they continued to hound me as we were cleaning up from breakfast, and it continued while we were getting dressed and preparing to leave the house.
Once we were all in the Outback, they began making guesses about where we were heading. I think they eventually all agreed we were going to Atlanta, although they hadn't figured out why. There was so much we might possibly do there that they came up with several different guesses, although one of them was that we were going to the Fox theater again. They eventually figured out that was what we were doing when we passed the building on our way to the parking garage.
"What are we going to see?" they all demanded, now that they knew our destination.
"You all enjoyed the Lion King so much that I thought you would like to see this too," I answered, before we got out of the Outback. "This musical is called 'Newsies' and it's about a bunch of boys that sold newspapers to make money for their families or themselves."
"So kids had to work?" Ethan wondered, as he looked at me incredulously.
"Yes, back then the newsboys were probably between eleven and eighteen, with the average age being about fourteen," I replied.
"So that means me, Marcus, Dylan and Tyler might have had to do that too?" Justin asked, after he'd heard my answer.
"It's very possible, but it would depend on your family situation. Most of the boys worked if their families were poor or if they were left on their own," I told him. "Back in the late 1800s and early 1900s, people didn't live as long as they do now, so many children found themselves living in very poor homes, while others were orphaned, so they were forced to survive on their own."
"What's orphaned mean?" Andrew asked innocently.
"Orphaned, means their parents were dead, like my brothers and me," Tyler injected, which caused me to realize the comment had struck a nerve. I immediately understood that I would have to do something later to soften the damaging effect, because I didn't want any of them to get down.
"Yes, but back then many of those kids had no one else to take them in, so some ended up in orphanages while others lived on the street and had to take care of themselves," I responded. "For that reason, many of those kids had to work to get the things they needed to survive, like food, clothes and even a place to sleep."
"I'm glad we had you then," Marcus quickly added, with his brothers agreeing with his comment.
"I'm glad I was able to help out too," I assured them, as I looked at each one and made eye contact with him, to let him know I was being sincere. "I'm sure the actors you'll see today in this show will be a little older than the kids they're portraying, but now you know that the actual newsies were probably younger when this happened. I'm telling you this because the show is based on a real event that happened in 1899, when the owners of the newspapers started charging the newsies more for the bundle of newspapers they sold. The newsboys had to pay for the papers up front, so not only did they have to pay for all 100 newspapers that were in the bundle, but they would also lose money if they were unable to sell all of them. The increase price cut even further into how much money they could make and many found they could no longer make enough to survive. As a way to try to change that, they went on strike hoping to get the newspaper owners to stop making it so hard on them."
"Did they win?" Justin wanted to know.
"They got the owners to compromise with them, so it wasn't as bad as it had been," I answered. "They still had to buy the same amount of newspapers at the increased price, but the owners agreed to buy back any newspapers they couldn't sell, so they wouldn't lose so much money."
"That's good," Ethan chirped in response. That told me he was taking everything in.
"Ok, let's get moving now, so we can wander around the place for a while first and you can check the building out again. Then, we can sit and listen to the organist until the show starts," I urged. They had no problem with my suggestion, so we all hopped out of the Outback and took off for the theater.
The boys seemed to enjoy this musical too. I could tell, because I noticed they were all sitting on the edge of their seats and leaning forward during most of it. There was a lot of dancing in the show too, but much of it seemed to be more acrobatic, almost gymnastic, as it was performed on the stage. As soon as the show ended, the boys all began clapping and cheering, which proved to me that they'd really liked it. They also thanked me on the way out and began asking more questions about what had happened to the real newsies.
On the way home, I decided it was the perfect time to stop at Foot Locker and have Dylan get his basketball shoes. He wasn't expecting to do this today, but he was more than agreeable to go along with my suggestion. The other boys went in with us and looked around while Dylan was getting fitted. After we used the gift card to pay for them, I discovered he was a little short, but it was less than a dollar so I just pulled out a buck and made up the difference.
When we got back in the Outback, I decided to make another stop before returning home. I pulled into O'Charley's next and took the boys inside for dinner. It would save me from having to cook, and since the boys were already dressed up and looking nice, I felt this would be a perfect ending to a special day.
After we finished up there, I took the boys home and we sat down to chat for a while. We talked about a lot of different things, including Halloween and whether they were planning to go trick-or-treating this year. I told them they could have a party instead, but I also mentioned that I'd learned that Lawrenceville was going to have its annual Halloween parade on Saturday night, even though Halloween fell on a Sunday this year. The boys thought it might be fun to march as a group in the parade, but only if we could figure out costumes that would let everyone know that they were all together in one group. We didn't come up with anything right away, but we agreed to continue thinking about it.
After that, we went into the family room, found a college football game to watch and then settled in. It was kind of comical as I watched how the boys kept switching places at the end of every quarter so each one could have a chance to be near me, but it was also very touching. I made sure to show each of them some special attention and gave them a little affection when they were near me, which usually got a big smile or some other sign of approval from them in return.
When the game ended, I took the boys upstairs, had them change out of their good clothes and started giving them their showers. After we went through the rotation with the younger boys, I put them to bed and found Dylan and Tyler waiting for me again. I knew they wanted me to shower with them too, but I had a feeling there was something else on their minds as well. I wasn't sure if it was more than usual though, but I knew it wouldn't be long before they filled me in.
"Uncle Blake, I was playing a game with Justin and my parents after we went home last week and it gave me an idea," he began. "It has to do with our costumes for Halloween."
"Really? I've been thinking about that too, but I'm still having trouble coming up with any really good ideas," I admitted, while looking at him hopefully.
"I'm not sure mine is a really good idea either, but it would let people know we're all a group," he advised me. "We were using dice in the game, and since there are six sides to each one, I thought maybe we could each all go dressed like that. We could each have a different number showing in front so the people could see the difference, but still know we were all part of the same group."
"Yes, I think that's an excellent idea," I agreed. "We could get various size boxes, paint them white and then put black dots on them to indicate the various sides of the dice. It would be easy to do and it would definitely show you were all together."
"Won't it look funny that we're all different sizes?" Tyler asked, while looking at me quizzically. "I mean, the costumes probably won't be as big for the younger boys and we're all different heights, so won't that be a problem?"
"Not at all," I retorted. "In fact I think it will look even cuter that way. Ethan and Andrew can be 1 and 2, Marcus and Justin 3 and 4 and you and Dylan 5 and 6. I don't think anyone would have trouble seeing each pair being slightly different in size, with the bigger numbers on the front of the largest boys."
"Ok, that's cool," Tyler agreed. "So are we going to do it then?"
"Let's talk to the others tomorrow and see what they think, but I have a feeling everyone will go along with the idea," I confirmed, while looking at Dylan. "I think it's a great idea and I'm really glad you came up with it."
"Thanks, but I guess I was just lucky," he confessed.
"Maybe so, but you kept your eyes open and used your head to put it all together, so good job," I followed, with Dylan looking pleased with my comment.
As soon as we finished our shower, the duo talked me into messing around with them again, although it didn't really take much persuasion. I was happy to give in to them, but I didn't want them to realize how eager I was to accommodate their sexual desires. I needed to maintain the upper hand and make them believe that they were merely able to talk me into doing these things most of the time.
After we'd each satisfied our sexual urges, the boys cuddled up against me and we fell asleep. They both dozed off before I was able to, so I spent a few minutes glancing at each of them, as I considered the idea Tyler had posed to me earlier in the week. First, I looked at him and then at Dylan, and although they were both very good looking and wonderful boys, I just didn't have the same feelings for Dylan that I had for Tyler. Sure, I was willing to do some stuff with him too and I helped him out to a certain extent, but when it came to anal sex, it was the line I wasn't prepared to cross with Dylan.
After breakfast the following morning, I spent a few minutes discussing Dylan's costume suggestion with the other boys. They each seemed to like the idea, especially that they were being paired up size and number wise with their best buddies, so I agreed to round up the items we would need to make this happen. We still had four weeks until Halloween, so there was still plenty of time to pull it off.
I also spent quite a few minutes talking to Justin about the types of games he wanted to have at his party, which would take up the early portion of the day. He liked some of the things I'd done at both Marcus and Ethan's parties, so I agreed to do some of those same things again. He was thrilled that I agreed to do this for him, which made him even more excited about his birthday weekend. I noticed that he was barely able to contain himself now and suspected he would have to struggle to hold on until it finally happened.
The rest of the day was kind of laid back and we spent some of the time watching the Falcon's game again. It wasn't exactly a happy experience for us though, since they lost this time, but we still managed to enjoy each other's company. By the time the game ended, it was also time for the other three boys to return home, so we all piled in the Outback and I dropped them off. Each one thanked me for the wonderful weekend, especially the trip to the Fox Theater to see 'Newsies', and I told them they were very welcome. Then we returned home so I could spend a little more time with my three before I put them to bed.
Chapter 61
Justin's Party
The next two weeks passed by fairly quickly. The boys spent the first weekend with the Cochrans, so I used the time to make sure I was prepared for the following weekend, in order to keep my promise to Justin. Almost before any of us were ready, it was the night before his birthday party. Normally, this would have meant the boys would all be staying at our place, but doing that would have messed things up for the party. For that reason, Don, Cherie and I agreed we would skip this weekend on our alternating schedule of having the boys stay with us. Andrew would still come over, because he would be going to Justin's party with us too, but other than that it was a free weekend.
Once I drove over to pick up Andrew, I took the boys to the diner to eat. Ann waited on us again and immediately wanted to know where the other pair was, so I explained to her about the party so she'd understand. Once we finished our meals, however, I was planning to drive over and pick up Dylan and Justin next, because they wanted to go to the football game with us. I would drop them off at their place afterward, because their mom and dad had decided they could attend the game with us, as long as they returned home when it was over.
From the minute they hopped in the Outback, I could tell that Justin was totally wired and extremely hyper about his party the following afternoon. After asking me several times if I was all set for his big day, he told me he was meeting up with some of the boys that were going to come to his party while we were at the game. Then he informed me that they were all excited about coming too and I found it interesting that the boys were getting together the night before the party as well. I just hoped the distraction of the game might have a calming effect on Justin.
It turned out to be a very disappointing game though, because our team was having difficulty finding plays that would work against the other team's defense. Without an effective offense they didn't score and lost the game, so Justin was convinced this was a bad omen to start the weekend. I did my best to make him understand that the game had nothing to do with his party and was finally able to get him to see reason, so he was feeling a little better by the time I dropped Dylan and him off at home. I also tried to be as cheerful as possible when I told him that we'd see him the following day, so he wouldn't continue to worry.
When we got back to our house, Andrew asked if Marcus could shower with Ethan and him, because Justin wasn't there. Since I didn't think it would be too crowded in the shower stall with the three boys and myself, I agreed. Andrew was thrilled, but so was Marcus, because he didn't like the idea of possibly having to shower alone.
Before I took them upstairs to do this though, I got all of the boys to agree that they would help me in the morning, since I was going to need their assistance to get things ready for the party. There was quite a lot left to do and some of it couldn't be done too far in advance, because those things might not last until the party. That was why I needed the boys to help me, because it was just too much for one person to accomplish in a limited amount of time.
After I took a quick shower with the boys, I made sure they were all in bed fairly early, so they'd be well rested when I woke them in the morning. Then, I headed downstairs again, but only after explaining to Tyler that he would have to shower alone. When he began to protest, I merely told him that I had things I needed to get ready for the morning and I was going to do some of it now. He finally said he understood and gave me the space I needed to get it done.
The first thing I did was to go to the laundry room and grab two of the laundry baskets I kept there. Then, I rounded up a bunch of other items that I had purchased just for this purpose, as well as digging out a few other items that I knew I would need for this purpose. After doing all of this, I went into the kitchen and took an assortment of plates out of the cupboard and then I placed everything on the kitchen counter, so it would be waiting for us in the morning. As soon as I was satisfied, I headed upstairs to go to bed.
I was only mildly surprised to find Tyler waiting for me when I got to the bedroom. He was lying naked on the bed and I just looked at him and shook my head. When he finally noticed me, a big grin spread across his face.
"Hey, you didn't say I couldn't sleep with you or that we couldn't do anything," he pointed out. "You just said you had some other stuff to do first."
"I know, but I'm really tired and I have to get up early," I replied, but his smile only dimmed slightly.
"How about we just sixty-nine then," Tyler offered. "It will help us both sleep better and I'll do whatever you want to help out after we get up in the morning."
"I guess that sounds like a doable compromise," I conceded after a slight pause. Then, I took off my clothes and slid into the bed beside him.
Tyler was correct and it did help us both sleep better, but he was also true to his word the following morning. Before we woke the other boys, Tyler cracked all of the eggs I was planning to use and deposited their contents in a mixing bowl, so they would be ready for me to make scrambled eggs later. While he was doing that, I spent my time taking care of getting the home fries ready. Then, as I was mixing the milk into the eggs, setting out the frying pans and lighting the burners, Tyler took the bacon and sausage links out fridge for me. After he finished doing that, he set the table and poured the drinks for everyone, before going upstairs to wake the younger boys.
After making sure they were all stuffed, I split the boys into two groups for the next project. Justin wanted to play some of the same balloon games that we'd played at Ethan and Marcus' parties, so I had Tyler and Marcus blow up the larger balloons and gave them an 8-inch [20 cm] plate to judge the size by. At the same time, I had Ethan and Andrew blow up the smaller balloons and gave them a 6-inch [15 cm] plate to use as their gauge. This was what I was afraid to do too far in advance, because I was worried the air would leak out and leave the balloons unusable for our purposes.
As soon as each boy had inflated a balloon, he would bring it over to me and I'd compare it to the plates I had where I was sitting. If the balloon looked to be the correct size, I would tie a knot in the stem and then toss it into one of the laundry baskets. We did that until a sufficient number of balloons were ready for use.
Since we would need more of the smaller balloons than the larger ones, it took Ethan and Andrew longer to complete their task, so Marcus and Tyler were done first. Once the older pair had finished what they were doing, I gave them some string and a ruler and asked them to cut off lengths of string for another activity I had planned. When they finished doing that, I then had them put those items and the scissors into a bag that I placed in the laundry basket, along with the balloons. Then, while they were helping the youngest pair finish blowing up the smaller balloons, I threw a couple of bags of un-inflated balloons into the laundry basket with everything else, because we'd need those later as well.
Once everything was set, I had the boys go upstairs and change. After they were dressed, we loaded everything into the Outback and took off. When we arrived at the Cochran's house, Dylan and Justin came rushing out to greet us and helped to carry the things we'd brought inside. The boys and I had showed up a little early, because Cherie had invited us to have lunch with them first, before the other boys arrived.
While we were eating, Justin kept asking if I had everything I'd need for the various games he wanted to play and I assured him several times that everything was set. I had never seen him act so nervous or excited before and his parents were getting a kick out of the way he was behaving.
"What did you think of the portable basketball hoop when you pulled in the driveway?" Don asked changing the subject, and then he looked abound the table at my boys too.
"It looks like a pretty good one," I replied, to let him know he'd done well. I saw Tyler and Marcus nod in agreement with my comment.
"Thanks. It was getting to the point where I was afraid these guys were going to strangle me if I didn't get it for them as a joint present for their birthdays," he followed. "I sure hope they get plenty of use out of it."
"Oh, I'm sure they will," I countered. "They are constantly using the one at our house, so I'm positive they'll all be practicing on it when they're over here for the weekend too."
Shortly after we'd finished eating, the doorbell started to ring, as Justin's guests began to arrive. As soon as the other boys were all there, we headed out to the backyard to get things started.
"Hi, I'm Justin's Uncle Blake and he asked me to get everything organized for his party, but he chose the various activities we're going to do," I began, once I got the boys' attention. "The first game we're going to play will help to get you loosened up and put you all in a good mood, because we're going to play 'Simon Says' first. Does everyone know how to play?" They all assured me they did, but I still warned them that they were to only do the things after I had said 'Simon Says'.
Don and Cherie were sitting at the picnic table watching what we were doing, while the boys, including Dylan and Tyler, were trying their best to keep up with me. In addition to the usual stuff, I kept adding crazy stunts to catch the boys off guard as well. There was one instance where I suddenly pointed up at the sky and yelled 'Look at that!' and then I had all the boys who looked where I was pointing sit down until the next game got underway. Another time, I shouted 'Look out!' and then fell to the ground like I was trying to avoid something, and anyone who did the same was out of the game.
I had decided to include these types of gimmicks to see how many of the boys I could catch, and I'll admit that I fooled a lot of them. Luckily, after they first grumbled about it being unfair, the boys began to laugh at the way I'd tricked them and got a kick out my stunts. They also seemed to enjoy this game, in fact so much that they teased me to play it several more times.
After that, I asked Dylan and Tyler to go grab the laundry baskets we'd brought over, so we could start the next game. "Now we're going to have a balloon race, but this is probably different from anything you've done before. I and my assistants are going to give each of you one of the smaller balloons we brought with us and you'll have to put it between your knees, maybe slightly higher if you want, but you have keep it there the entire time without touching it with your hands."
Seeing the boys were looking at me strangely, I had Dylan and Tyler demonstrate, since that pair wouldn't be competing. After we'd given one of the smaller balloons to each boy, I sent the oldest pair out about twenty yards [18 m] to form the finish line. Once they were set and the other boys were ready to begin, I shouted 'go' and the boys took off. I heard a lot of good-natured grumbling and even a few cuss words when one of the balloons popped or if a boy lost his balloon and then had to backtrack to get it before continuing on. However, they were all laughing and having a good time when the race ended, so much so that they wanted to do it two more times.
Once we put the surviving balloons back in the laundry basket, I informed them about what they were going to do next. "This is another balloon race, but this time you'll need a partner. We're going to use a larger balloon to do this, because you'll have to race with it trapped between your heads." I then had Dylan and Tyler demonstrate this too, before they returned to their places at the finish line.
After I'd shouted 'go', a couple of groups had their balloons pop on them because they tried to apply too much pressure to keep it in place, and this caused them to bump their heads together. The results were never very severe, but enough to make them groan or say 'ouch' first, before breaking into hysterical giggles. Others didn't apply enough pressure and the balloon drifted away from between their heads and landed behind them on the ground, so they had to stop, go back and pick it up before they could continue. Once we declared a winner, the boys wanted to do this again too, so I let them compete once more. Actually, we did it three more times, until I finally had to refuse to do it again and started a new game.
"This time we're going to play a game called 'Balloon Stomp', so we've got to get each of you ready first," I informed them. Dylan and Tyler took out the string at that point and helped me fasten one of the smaller balloons to each boy's non-dominant leg. Once they were set, I explained the object of the game to them next.
After I yelled 'go', the boys were shouting and laughing as they tried to stomp on each other's balloon. Since our youngest four had done this before, they seemed to be making out slightly better than the others. I allowed the boys to do this three more times too, once we attached a new balloon to the string tied to their leg after the other balloon had popped. When the final game ended, I went around and cut off the string that had been tied to their leg, before letting the boys take a little breather.
While we were doing those things, I sent Dylan and Tyler off to complete one more task for me. They hurriedly grabbed what they needed and headed toward the house. Then, they went inside and came out again about twenty minutes later carrying a laundry basket with more balloons in it – except these balloons weren't filled with air. As soon as they set the laundry basket down, I announced the final game.
"Now we're going to play one last game," I announced, "but this one is a balloon toss. You will need the same partner you had for the partner race, but I want you to form up in two lines, with the partners in different lines and facing each other." After we got them all arranged and had spaced the two lines accordingly, we handed a balloon to one of the partners.
"These balloons are filled with water," I explained, "and you're going to toss them back and forth, but you'll only do that on my command. You will keep doing it each time I tell you until there is only one group left with a balloon that hasn't busted. You are to toss the balloons underhand and the idea of the game is to catch the balloon so it doesn't break. I don't want to see anyone trying to intentionally get their partner wet or you won't be allowed to play in any more games. That's because I suspect you are going to want to play this more than one time."
The boys seemed fine with my warning, so I had them toss the balloons back and forth, but only when I told them to do so. The winning group was able to complete three successful tosses, while one member of the other groups got a little wet. Once a winner was declared, we gave a new balloon to the partner who had been the first to receive the pass in the last game and then we did it all over. I was surprised that we had enough balloons to play this four times and the boys all seemed to enjoy it.
When the last game ended, I told the boys to take a little break, because we were going to eat next. I could tell they all thought this sounded like a good idea too, plus it gave them a chance to dry off a bit from the previous game. Justin and Dylan passed out towels to anyone that needed one, but only a couple of the boys had gotten wet enough to actually require a towel.
"That was really fun and Justin says we're still gonna do more stuff," one of Justin's guests told me after we'd finished and I nodded that he was correct.
"Yep, after we eat, we've got one more activity planned," I confirmed verbally.
"I've never had so much fun with balloons before," another boy added. "I always thought they were for babies, but now I know they're not."
"I wish we'd done some of those things at my party," someone else chimed in, and I thought he sounded a little disappointed that his party hadn't been as much fun.
"Thanks, Uncle Blake," Justin gushed, with an ear-to-ear grin. "The party has been super so far and we still haven't had the pizza, cake and ice cream or gone on the ghost tour." He added that last part in a whisper, since he hadn't told his friends about what else we'd be doing.
"I'm glad you're having a good time, but I think you're parents just shouted for everyone to come get something to eat," I replied, after I'd heard Cherie summon the boys inside.
We each filled a plate and grabbed a drink before going outside again. I sat with the boys on the grass until Don and Cherie eventually came out to join us and then I got up and sat at the picnic table with them.
"Blake Hunter, you're obviously just a big kid at heart," Cherie teased. "No wonder the boys like to spend so much time with you and enjoy the parties you arrange."
"Alright, I'll admit it. I'm just one of those guys that never grew up and has a perpetual Peter Pan complex," I agreed, as I smiled across the table at her.
"I'm glad Justin asked you to do this for him, because we would have never thought of doing any of those things, even though we might have done them when we were younger too," Don offered next. "Maybe Cherie's right and you are just a big kid at heart and that's why you remember the fun things you did when you were growing up."
I could tell that Don meant this as a compliment and realized it was just his way of thanking me for doing these things for his sons. It was very touching that he felt the need to verbalize this, but I was left speechless after hearing his comment, especially after thinking about some of the other things I'd done for his boys. Since I didn't know how to respond, I stuffed my mouth with food so I didn't have to say anything.
"Oh, and we heard about last weekend too," Cherie added, since I hadn't bothered to comment. "You went and gave the boys another present by taking them to the Fox Theater again, even though you'd given them presents and done so much already."
"Actually, I did that for several reasons," I stated, as I studied her reaction. I wanted to make sure this came out right, so she would understand. "It was partially for their birthdays, but it was also to reward all of the boys for being such great kids and for helping with different things, like when Tyler was injured or just doing chores around the house. Primarily, though, it was a reward for them doing so well on their schoolwork."
"I'll certainly agree with you on those points, because Dylan and Justin's grades improved before the end of last year and they've kept it up so far this year too," Don offered. "The problem is, you are also making it tough on us, as we attempt to keep them just as happy when they're here." He laughed after making this comment, so I knew he was just making a joke.
"I wasn't trying to make this a competition, but I was hoping it would keep them doing all of those things without backsliding," I responded, in an attempt to explain my actions.
"Well you've certainly done that and you've made a major impact on our sons, which has helped us out tremendously," Don followed with a grin. "I'm not sure how we got so lucky, but I'm sure glad your boys got along so well with ours and we all got to know you."
"I think the other four and I have benefited just as much from knowing your family too," I indicated as sincerely as I could. I was including Andrew too, along with my three. "You're help has been invaluable at different times and I don't know how I'd have got my three around or been able to do so much for them without your assistance."
At that point we noticed the boys were finishing up, even after some of them had returned for seconds, so we had them throw their trash away and take a little breather before the cake and ice cream were served. While we were waiting, Andrew and two of the other boys went inside, so I assumed they might have had to use the toilet. However, when they came back outside, they were carrying presents.
Although I hadn't noticed that Andrew had brought it with him, he was holding onto a square package about a foot [30 cm] square, while the other two were carrying a longer package, a little over a yard [1 m] in length. After staring at it for a few seconds, I realized there was another, flat package resting on top of that one too. They placed these items on the picnic table, so Justin could open them up after we sang to him and he blew out the candles on his cake.
At about the same time they were bringing those things outside, Marcus came over and whispered into my ear. "Justin told me who he was inviting, so I told them they should all chip in and buy a present together. I knew that way Justin would get something nice."
"Smart boy!" I praised him. "You're definitely learning."
After waiting a short time, we adults went inside and came out carrying a few other items. After Cherie set the cake down and lit the candles, we sang happy birthday to Justin and he blew out the candles, then his mother started cutting the cake into squares. As she passed the cake out, the boys then came over to where Don and I were standing to tell us what kind of ice cream they wanted. Then they went and sat down to enjoy it.
When they finished, the boys threw away their trash and Justin opened his presents. The gift from Andrew was a basketball, just like the one he'd given to Dylan, since Justin wanted one too. This way they could both practice on the new hoop they'd got from their parents at the same time.
When Justin opened the smaller flat package, it turned out to be a Doinkit Dart board with kid-safe darts, which meant the darts had no metal points. The other package concealed a table top air hockey game and I was pretty sure all of the boys would get plenty of use out of those items when they stayed over at the Cochran's house again.
After he had opened his gifts, Justin explained to his friends that my boys and I had given him a bat pack earlier, so he could use it during baseball season, and then he added that we had also taken him to see the Lion King and Newsies at the Fox Theater, so they wouldn't think we hadn't given him anything. He also told them about the basketball hoop and other gifts his parents had given him as well.
A short time after Justin had thanked everyone for the presents, we decided it was time to load into the vehicles and head to our next destination. Don and Cherie took Justin and his friends in the van, while the rest of the boys rode with me in the Outback. Don followed behind me to where the Ghost Tour was going to start out and then we had to wait a short time until it got underway.
During the tour we went to several of the historic sites around Lawrenceville, which was established in 1820. We stopped at the County Courthouse first and were told stories about an assortment of really bad men that had been condemned to death for their crimes after being tried in that famous building first. The men were executed a short time later at a nearby location and a few of the men sentenced to death continued to protest and maintain their innocence until the very end. Some of those men even threatened to return and haunt the place until their names were cleared, as a way to emphasize their claims. For that reason, several ghosts have been said to haunt the building and we were told about some of the shocking occurrences that had happened to people who were either visiting the place or just working there.
After that, we went to 'Little Gardens', which had been a plantation house back in the 1800s, but was now a restaurant. This place was said to be haunted by a woman that died there in the early 1900s. It's claimed that she will often move silverware and dishes around, but sometimes she will even throw those items at people. There have also been reports of other shadowy figures lurking about the property and it is suspected that those apparitions are the ghosts of people that died, or were possibly even murdered, while working on the plantation.
We were also taken to the original jail house and told about Alex, a slave who had been accused of killing his master. Alex always claimed that his master had come at him with a sword first and he accidentally killed the man while trying to protect himself. No one seemed to care about his version of events though and Alex was arrested. Later, Alex tried to escape, but when his attempt failed he was chained to the jail so there would be no chance he'd be able to get away. While he was chained up awaiting execution, it is said that Alex passed the time singing a very mournful and haunting melody that people claim they can still sometimes hear when they are nearby.
Those were just a few of the places we visited and the stories we were told, but I could tell those tales were having the desired effect upon the boys. I noticed they all seemed to be staying in very tight groups so they'd feel safer, and a few had even gone as far as to seek out one of us adults for added protection. As we were walking back to the vehicles and getting ready to leave, I overheard some of the boys chatting with each other.
"Dang, it was really scary being at those places when it was getting dark and then hearing those spooky stories too," the first one stated.
"I thought I heard that Alex guy singing when we were walking away from the jail," another claimed in.
"I think it was just the wind you heard," another boy responded. I wasn't sure if he was saying that to calm the speaker down or whether he thought it was actually true. Possibly it was just an attempt to control his own fears.
"I don't think so," the other boy shot back, "because it sounded like music, not wind."
"And I thought I saw someone moving around at Little Gardens, but when I looked again the thing I saw just disappeared," one of the other boys confessed.
"It was pretty scary," another boy admitted, "but it was fun too. I really had a great time at your party, Justin, so I hope you will invite me next year too."
Suddenly all of the other boys were seconding that suggestion and Justin was beaming, knowing that his friends had a good time today. A few seconds later he was walking by my side and grinning up at me, as he offered a whispered 'thank you'.
It wasn't very long after we got back to their house that the other parents began to pick up their sons. I heard some of the boys telling their parents about what a great time they'd had, as they began regaling their parents about everything they'd done. The parents were smiling as they listened and led their sons away, but I wondered how many of them would be swearing at us later, when their sons had trouble falling asleep or woke up after having a bad dream.
After the last of the other boys had gone, I chatted with Don and Cherie for a few more minutes before I started rounding up my boys and Andrew, so I could take them back to our place. Justin and Dylan immediately asked if they could come with us too, since they were supposed to be staying with us this weekend anyway. We'd actually just moved the rotation back one week, but since they still wanted to come, I merely looked at Don and Cherie to see what they had to say.
"Hey, if you're ok with it, then we are too," Don stated with a wry grin. "If any of them have a nightmare later, you might as well be the one to deal with them, seeing you planned this activity in the first place." Don and Cherie both laughed after Don said this, so I told Justin and Dylan to go grab their things and they could go with us if they wanted.
When we got to the house, I hurried the boys through their showers and got them ready for bed. The four youngest asked if they could sleep with me, which didn't really surprise me, so I told them they could. Dylan and Tyler agreed they'd be all right being together in Tyler's room, so I masturbated each of them as I was giving them their shower. That was my way of thanking them for being so good about letting the other boys spend the night with me, but I also hoped it might help them sleep better too.
When I went to join the other boys, Marcus and Ethan agreed to let Justin and Andrew sleep next to me, if I agreed to let them sleep with me the following night. I quickly stated that would be fine, but I was sure Tyler wouldn't be very happy about this arrangement, so I'd have to do something extra to make it up to him in return.
Once we got in bed, Justin and Andrew clung to me like two shipwrecked sailors grasping a hold of flotsam so they wouldn't drown. They weren't the only ones doing this though, because Marcus and Ethan were clinging to them as well, while at the same time extending one of their arms out so they could touch me too. I wondered if this was going to turn out to be a very long and sleepless night, although I was convinced I'd find out before long.
Miraculously, nothing serious happened and I was only aware of a few minor problems, such as some unusual groaning or some restless thrashing around at various points, but no one woke me up intentionally. However, there was also an instance where I thought I heard Justin gasp and possibly release a strangled shriek, but it only partially registered with me at the time. He might have even sat up in bed for a moment too, but by the time it registered in my weary brain and I'd chased the fog of sleep from my mind, he had settled down again and was merely clinging to me tightly. Since he didn't seem overly distraught, I merely wrapped my arm around him and pulled him tightly against my side, before drifting off to sleep again.
By the time the sun came up the following morning, the boys were all sleeping soundly and appeared content. I decided to remain in bed with them a little while longer, because I didn't want to get up and wake them in the process. I was pretty sure they had all spent at least part of the night awake, since I'd been able to tell some of them had trouble falling asleep at first and I had my suspicions that at least a few of them had woken up later, possibly after having a troubling dream.
The good thing was that no one woke up screaming, but that might have been prevented because they weren't alone. We were all snuggled tightly together, so even if they had awoken at some point, they must have felt comforted being surrounded by so many others. No matter why they'd been unable to sleep, the result was that it was well after 10:00 before they finally got up. This included Tyler and Dylan, and this surprised me as well, because we had gone to bed long before midnight.
As soon as everyone was awake, I took them all downstairs and fixed a large, filling breakfast for them, which consisted of pancakes and scrambled eggs. I felt that should hold them over until dinnertime, since it was nearly lunchtime before we sat down to eat.
"Yesterday was a lot fun, but I had a really bad dream last night because of the ghost tour and it woke me up. I was glad you let me sleep next to you, because when I saw you it made me start to feel better," Justin admitted, while glancing around the table to see how the others were reacting. I didn't let on that I was aware of when it had happened, but Justin was eyeing me as if he knew better. It was probably because I had wrapped my arm around him and caressed him against my body.
"Why? What did you dream?" Dylan pressed, not realizing the silent communication going on between Justin and myself. He was too busy looking at his brother concerned.
"I thought one of the guys that had been hung was blaming me for what happened to him," Justin replied. "I dreamed he was coming after me to get even and I woke up just as he was about to stab me with a knife."
"Dang! I must have had the same dream then, because it felt like someone was stabbing me in the leg," I teased, trying to turn this into a joke and make it seem less frightening.
It must have worked, because my comment caused Justin to blush and then grin slightly, since I was convinced he realized I was referring to his morning erection poking me in the thigh before we got up. Doing this helped to make his dream seem slightly more comical than scary. On the other side of the table, Dylan and Tyler were busy snickering too, because I'd accused them of the same thing on different occasions. I think Marcus caught on to my meaning as well, but my comment sailed harmlessly over Ethan and Andrew's heads.
"Justin's right and that was pretty scary last night," Andrew chipped in innocently.
"So you wouldn't want to do anything like that again?" I pressed, to see what his reaction would be.
"No, I would do it again, because it was fun too, but it was still kinda scary," Andrew clarified.
"Out of all the birthdays, there's no way anyone can say one of the parties was better than the others, because they were all different and really great," Dylan eventually added. "Uncle Blake planned each one special for us and he did a really terrific job making them fun."
The boys all chimed in their agreement with this, but it left me with the challenge of how I was going to top or even just match the same level of success the following year on their birthdays. I didn't think about this for very long though, because the boys began asking what we were going to do today.
It happened to be the Falcons off week, so there would be no game to watch. After I explained this to them, the four oldest boys asked if we could go out and work on basketball again. Even though Dylan and Justin hadn't brought their basketballs with them, we still had our two, so I agreed to do it. Andrew and Ethan said they were going to stay inside and watch cartoons, so I gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and then went outside with the older group.
Marcus and Justin were trying their hardest to do everything just like their brothers were doing it, especially after they heard how well Dylan and Tyler had done against the other boys at Dylan's birthday party. The younger duo wanted to get an early start on things as well, because they knew their school had a 5th-6th grade intramural league that they'd be eligible to participate in this year.
After we did that for a little over an hour, we went inside to cool down and then we all watched a movie together. When it ended, I had Andrew, Justin and Dylan grab their things so I could take them home. The other boys wanted to go along too, so we all hopped in the Outback and I dropped the other three off at their homes.
After dinner, I went up with my boys to shower. I did Ethan and Marcus together, but afterward I showered with Tyler too. While we were doing that, I informed him about the promise I'd made to his brothers and he was sort of bummed out by the news. He said he'd been planning on sleeping with me, since he didn't get to do it the night before. In an effort to make him feel better, I offered to suck him off there instead.
He quickly agreed and leaned against the wall of the shower stall, as I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth. I worked on him for a couple of minutes, but I remained in front of him after he had released his load, just to make sure that he didn't collapse and had enough time to recover first. As soon as he was ready, I let him wash me too, but I told him we didn't have time for him to return the favor. I explained that his brothers were waiting for me and I was sure they would start asking a lot of questions if I didn't show up soon. He wasn't happy about it, but at least he'd been able to get off first, before going to his room alone.
Marcus and Ethan were already in my bed when Tyler and I came out, since they wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten my promise. I assured them I hadn't and got into bed with them, and then they snuggled against me and we all fell asleep. Sometime later, Tyler came back to my room and crawled into bed on the other side of Ethan, so I guess he wasn't prepared to sleep alone after all.
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