Erastes

All the World's a Stage

Chapters 26-33

Chapter 26
Interesting Times

I rushed out of school on Friday, because I knew the boys would be coming over. I stopped to pick up some snacks and a galloon of milk first, and then I went to the apartment and carried everything inside. I didn't have to wait long before they showed up, because I'd taken longer at the store this time, since I wasn't sure what I wanted to get for them to snack on. I looked around the bakery first and didn't find anything of interest, so I ended up buying a bag of apples and some popcorn. I was popping it when I heard a knock and the boys came rushing inside.

"Guess what, Mr. Roberson? Ms. Atkins asked me and Braedon to stay after school on Monday, cuz she wants us to tryout for 'Oliver!'," Jon nearly shouted as he rushed up to me.

"Wow! That's great! She mentioned to me that she was going to do that next week, but she never told me who would be auditioning."

"That's the word she used too, but I couldn't remember it."

"So what part are you and Braedon auditioning for?"

"Oliver."

"Oh, so you're both auditioning for the lead role?"

"Yep. I'm not sure if there will be others too, but she said one of us would prolly get the part and someone else would be the backup. She said we'd still be in the play, even if we don't get to be Oliver, so I'm excited. Ms. Atkins said she thought about having me tryout after she saw what a good job I did in The Secret Garden."

"I'm sure that helped, because you were awesome in that play. I'm just sorry that two friends will be going head-to-head for the same role."

"It's ok. Me and Braedon talked it over and we don't care who gets it, as long as we're still in the show. Braedon says he's got to get his parents permission first, but I know mine won't care if I'm in this too."

"That's fantastic news and I'll be there Monday as well, because Ms. Atkins has asked me to help with the auditions. She wants me to see if each person can do the speaking part too."

"Neat. We won't be as nervous if you're there, cuz me and Braedon really like you."

"Thank you, and I can't wait to hear you sing. I was there when you sang in the chorus, but your voice blended in with the others, so I couldn't really hear you."

"Enough talk. Let's get started," Gary urged, sounding desperate. "I want you to fuck me today, and I want you to do it like you did with Nolan. I want to see if you can make me cum that way too."

"Ok, but don't you want a snack first?"

"Yeah, the popcorn smells good," Will stated.

"And I have apples and a gallon of milk as well."

"Ok, let's have that first, but we gotta hurry," Gary conceded. "My butt is itching cuz it wants your dick in it."

I had the boys pour themselves a glass of milk and I put the bowl of popcorn on the table. I gave each of them an apple too, and they devoured everything faster than it took me to buy it. As soon as they were done, Gary grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me toward the bedroom. "Come on. I really want to do this."

"Gee, I couldn't tell."

The boys undressed and arranged themselves on the mattress like they had the previous time, so they could watch what I was doing with Gary. He was undressed and laying on the bed waiting for me before the rest of us were even half undressed. I knew he liked doing this, but I've never seen him quite this anxious before.

"Come on. What's takin' you so long?" he urged. Yep, he's really eager to do this.

After I'd slipped on the condom and lubed it and Gary up, he pulled his legs back to his chest and waited for me to get started. Since he was a little farther back than I wanted, I placed my hands on his hips and pulled butt toward me, so it was slightly overhanging the side of the mattress. Then, I moved closer, lined my penis up with his hole, and gently eased into him.

"Damn, that's what I want," he moaned as I entered him.

Before long, I was sliding in and out of his backside, and he was oohing and ahhing to beat the band. Just like I had with Nolan, I tried to angle the action toward his prostate, and the more I did it, the louder he was getting.

"Quiet down or we'll have to stop."

"Ok," he grunted, "but this feels better than ever." He was definitely quieter after the warning, but by no means silent.

We'd been doing this for over ten minutes and I was enjoying a nice leisurely pace when suddenly his butt muscles clamped down on my penis like a vice. I stopped moving, because I was afraid the added pressure would pull the condom off, and then a string of his pearly semen came spurting out of Gary's penis. It didn't travel nearly as far as had happened with Nolan, but he'd definitely cum, so I hoped he was satisfied now.

As his muscles began to relax and loosened their death grip on my manhood, I started thrusting in and out of him again, seeking my own relief. Gary was now lost in a post orgasmic fog, but there was a noticeable grin on his face. After a couple more minutes I was on the brink of my orgasm, and when I finished filling the condom with my semen, Gary was beginning to come to again. As he looked up at me, his grin broadened.

"That was fuckin' great and I finally did it. It was wonderful, and I'm really glad you were able to do that for me."

"I'm glad I was too, and I'm thrilled you approve. Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Nah, I'm happy with what we just did. Man, I can't believe you finally made me cum while you were fuckin' me. I want to do it this same way from now on."

"That's fine with me."

As I looked around, the other pairs had finished up what they were doing as well, so I collapsed on the bed next to Gary. I hadn't laid there for very long before I felt several lips on my face and other parts of my body. When I opened my eyes, all of the boys were gathered around me.

"Ok, what's going on? What are you boys up to?"

"Nothin," Will answered.

"We just thought we'd show you how much we like you," Tucker added.

"And that we appreciate everything you do for us," Nolan followed.

"And that you make us feel really good," Gary chipped in.

"We've all been a lot happier since we started doin' this stuff with you," Jon offered.

"Well, I definitely feel the same way about you boys. I've never been as happy as I've been since you've joined the drama club and started coming over here to see me."

"And we're never gonna stop doin' this with you!" Gary stated. "Well, at least not until we go to college."

"Yeah, we agree!" the others chimed in.

"I'm not going to argue with you," I replied. "I enjoy you boys far too much to ever let you go."

Suddenly, I was covered in another round of kisses, but this time I pulled each one to me so I could kiss him properly. I truly loved these boys, and it wasn't just because of the sex either. As I said before, that was just the icing on the cake. There was a lot more to our relationship than just getting off.

We finally decided to clean up and get dressed, and then we went out to the living room and talked some more, but this time it was all about 'Oliver!' We all knew that Jon and Braedon were going to be involved, but the other boys wanted to know if there was a part I'd suggest for them.

"Unless you've got a good singing voice, there aren't a lot of other parts that have lines to say. We'll need about a dozen boys for Fagin's gang, but only one of them speaks, and that's Charlie Bates. We can also use another group for the workhouse orphans, so more of you can be involved, but other than that there's only a few other non-singing male roles that have something to say. There's Noah Claypole who works for the undertaker, and Oliver's grandfather – Mr. Brownlow, and Mr. Browlow's friend – Dr. Grimwig, and then there's the magistrate and the policeman."

"I want to be part of this too, but I guess I don't need a speakin' role," Will stated.

"Yeah, we want to be in it too, and I wouldn't mind being Charley Bates," Gary added. "Is he related to Norman?" Nolan laughed, but the other boys looked lost.

"Norman Bates is the guy from the Bates Motel and Psycho," I clarified, but they still looked confused. "He's a serial killer in the movies and on TV." Suddenly they caught on. "And no, Gary. They're not related. They're only a century and an ocean apart."

"I was just wondering."

"I guess I wouldn't mind bein' that Noah Claypool," Nolan followed. "What exactly does he do?"

"It's Clay-POLE," I corrected, "and he's the undertakers assistant. When Oliver is sold to the undertaker, Noah is not very nice to him. One day after Noah says something rotten about Oliver's mother, Oliver attacks Noah and they get into a fight. After Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte pull Oliver off of Noah, they end up stuffing Oliver in a coffin and then they sit on the lid so he can't get out."

"That sounds like fun, so I want to try out for that," Nolan agreed.

"I could be one of Fagin's boys or the policeman," Will stated.

"I'll just be one of those boys too," Tucker offered, meaning part of Fagin's gang.

"I suppose we could probably do that, but I'll have to check with Ms. Atkins, since this is her baby."

"Ok," they all agreed.

We had just decided to end our discussion, because the boys said they'd better start heading home, when Tucker suddenly blurted out something else! "Damn, me and Jon forgot to have you use the big dildo on us."

"Shit, that's right," Jon agreed.

"Sorry. We'll have to do it next time now. I'll try to remember, just in case you two forget again."

"Alright, but I'm tired of waitin'," Tucker responded.

"Me too," Jon concurred.

After I walked the boys to the door, I watched as they scooted across the parking lot. Once they'd all disappeared from sight, I went inside, closed the door, and started thinking about the musical and the things the boys had just told me. I quickly jotted it all down so I wouldn't forget anything, and then I began thinking about what I was going to do for dinner. Since I'd concluded it was too late to fix something, and I didn't really feel up to it anyway, I hopped in the car and drove to the diner.

When I got back to the apartment later, I packed my gym bag so I'd be ready for the morning, and doing that got me thinking about the three boys I'd be with there. Life certainly is interesting and full of surprises. When I first took this teaching job, I never imagined I'd be swimming with three boys on Saturday, and then eight others on Sunday (counting Rory and Nigel), and I'd be seeing them all naked too. Not only that, but I would also be having sex with the group that left here earlier. I'd never really pictured myself doing these things with boys this young, but when you find a pot of gold, you don't waste time looking around for the leprechaun so you can give it back.

I slept really well that night, but my dreams were much different this time. Instead of being aroused by visions of messing around with the boys, or even seeing them naked, we were just sitting around, talking, and getting to know each other better. We had deep conversations that were filled with our feelings, not with jokes or talk of sex. I guess what the boys had said before leaving yesterday afternoon had left an impression in my brain that sent my subconscious in this direction. It was truly a remarkable and very touching experience as I slumbered.

When I awoke, I almost felt guilty about the way I'd previously been thinking about the boys and always wanting to see them naked. At least I knew it wasn't totally about that now, or the other things I did with them. However, I didn't feel guilty enough to pass up the chance to continue doing those things with them, seeing I wasn't forcing anyone to do something he didn't want to do.

When I got to the Y, Devin, Hunter, and Gabe were waiting for me, still dressed in their street clothes. I was unable to figure out why they hadn't changed before I got there, unless it was because they were afraid I wasn't going to show.

"We all liked the play last week," Hunter told me as I approached them. "Your drama club did a really good job."

"Yeah, they did," Gabe agreed.

"The play was good, but swimming last week wasn't as much fun without you," Devin added. "I'm really glad you're here now."

"So you like me cracking the whip on your bare butts," I joked, startling the boys momentarily before they began to giggle.

As we were undressing, I heard Devin call my name, so I turned in his direction. "Mr. Roberson, have you got your whip?" he asked, as all three wiggled their bare butts at me.

I couldn't let that pass, so I moved quickly and swatted a bare cheek on each boy with my hand, causing them to yelp. "That should teach each of you not to be a smart ass."

"I'm not a smart ass, but now I got a sore ass," Gabe replied as he rubbed his backside.

"Ok, let's finish changing so we can go work out."

I chuckled to myself as I watched them putting on their swimsuits, because each boy had an area on one of his butt cheeks that was starting to turn red. I didn't think I'd swatted them that hard, but obviously I'd used more force than I'd intended.

I also worked the boys harder in the pool this time too, at least harder than the other times I'd done this with them, because I was trying to make up for missing the previous Saturday. Not only did we swim four sets this time, but I swam the last two laps of the first set, and the first two laps of the last set faster than usual too. I also went all out when I swam sets two and three, so the boys were all sucking wind when we finished, but they'd done their best to keep up with me again. None of them were able to say anything right away, and no one spoke until we were in the locker room and had been sitting on the bench for several minutes.

"Damn, you never worked us that hard before," Devin finally gasped. "Were you mad about what we did or something?"

"Yeah, I thought you were tryin' to kill us," Hunter added.

"I wasn't mad, and I wasn't trying to kill you. I was just making up for missing my workout last week because of the play."

"But we didn't miss last week, cuz we worked out on our own," Gabe stated, finally able to speak. "So why did we have to suffer?"

"I didn't mean for you to suffer, and you could have stopped at any time or just fell behind. You didn't have to try keeping up with me."

"You should have told us that before we started then," Devin countered as he made a face.

"Sorry. I probably should have, and I most likely would have if you hadn't distracted me by wiggling your butts."

"I guess we paid for that twice then," Hunter joked, and then he started rubbing his rear end again.

By this time we were ready to head to the shower, so I led the boys as we made our way there. Hunter stood across from me again and started asking me questions about whether there would be any more plays. He also wanted to know if I'd come to watch some of their lacrosse games, and I figured he was doing whatever he could to keep my eyes focused on him. I was also slightly worried that his boy parts might shrivel up or fall off, because he kept scrubbing them as he spoke. Of course, this helped to keep at least part of my attention focused on his groin, so was this intentional, or just something he did to keep busy while chatting with me?

When we finished up in there, we dried off, and got dressed again. I eventually said goodbye to the boys as I prepared to take off, and they each said something in return about seeing me next Saturday, although they hoped I wouldn't work them quite as hard again.

Since the other boys had been to see me the day before, there wasn't anything left for me to look forward to until the following day. I thought about going to see a movie or doing something else, but I ended up doing more laundry, working on my lesson plans, and tidying up the apartment.

It was around 3:30 when my phone rang, but I couldn't imagine who would be calling. I answered it and was stunned when I realized who was on the other end.

"Mr. Roberson, it's me, Gary. Are you still gonna look for someplace else to live?"

"Yes, I am, but why are you calling?"

"I just heard my dad talkin' bout somthin' that might be perfect for you. Can I come over so I can tell you about it and show you where it is?"

"Gary, I've still got a couple of months before I'll be able to move, so we don't need to rush things. You can tell me about it the next time I see you, and then I'll decide if I want to go see it. Ok?"

"But I can't tell you tomorrow, cuz Braedon will be there. He doesn't realize that we know where you live or that we visit you."

"Like I said, there's still plenty of time and there will be other chances when you can tell me about it."

"Yeah, I suppose, but don't forget to ask me what I was talkin' bout, in case I forget. I really think this place would be perfect."

"Ok, we'll talk about it later. Thanks for calling and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, ok. Bye."

I loved the fact that he was thinking about this, but it was probably due to his eagerness to be able to come over more often. However, I wouldn't be able to move until May, so I was out of here by June 1st,, which meant there would be plenty of time to find a place. Although I appreciated his enthusiasm, even if I did what he wanted it wouldn't mean I'd be able to move any sooner. I was curious, though, about what he might have in mind. Being a kid, I wasn't sure if he'd make the best choices where this was concerned, but I was willing to listen to what he had to say. I might even be willing to check it out at some point, if it sounded interesting.

For the next hour I kept wondering what type of place Gary might be thinking about. I still had plenty of time to check it out, but now I couldn't get what he said out of my mind. Why would he call me, unless he considered it to be the answer to my situation? Then again, he might be willing to grasp at any straw if he thought it meant he could come over and get off more often.

I eventually pushed it from my mind and turned my attention to getting ready to meet up with the boys the next day at the Y. Since my swimsuit was still drying, I couldn't pack it in the gym bag yet, so I spent the time trying to think of something else we might be able to do in the pool to change things up a bit. The Y doesn't typically allow playthings in the pool, but I was thinking about stopping somewhere to buy an inflatable beach ball and then asking the lifeguard if he'd mind if we used it. After thinking about this for a few minutes, the idea suddenly crashed and burned on its own when I realized it would be difficult to find an inflatable beach ball for sale anywhere, seeing it early March. However, it was something I might consider later, especially if we located an outdoor pool to use instead.

In the end, I didn't come up with anything else we could do, but the boys seemed happy enough with what we'd been doing. When I went to bed later, I was already looking forward to seeing the boys the following afternoon.

I woke up refreshed and rearing to go in the morning, and I even took time to fix a better than average breakfast, since I seemed to have extra energy to burn today. I put it to good use by fixing French Toast, which I rarely ever did, and scrambled eggs. I didn't worry about the large meal slowing me down, though, because I'd only be playing games with the boys, not swimming laps.

I got to the Y ahead of the boys again, and when they showed up Braedon was the first one to rush up to me. "Mr. Roberson, did you know that Ms. Atkins asked me to audition to be Oliver?"

"Yes, Jon mentioned that she'd asked the two of you." Braedon suddenly wheeled around and scowled at Jon before he turned back to me. "When did he do that?"

"I ran into him in the hallway at school at the end of the day on Friday."

"Oh," he said, looking very disappointed, just as Rory and Nigel walked in to join us.

"I think it's great that she asked you to do it, though, and I'll be there when you audition tomorrow," I said as we all began to take off our clothes.

"You will?"

"Yes, Ms. Atkins asked me to be there when she auditioned people for the various singing roles."

"Good. That makes me feel better."

As soon as he was naked, Braedon asked me another question. "Mr. Roberson, do you think I'd make a good Oliver?"

Once I was looking at him, he wiggled his naked body and caused his penis to sway back and forth. I thought Rory or Nigel might say something about what he was doing, but they just shook their heads and chuckled.

"Yes, I think either of you would do well in that part, but I didn't know you boys could sing so well."

"I guess we do, or Ms. Atkins wouldn't have asked us to do it."

"I agree, so I'm looking forward to hearing you sing. By the way, do either of you know any of the songs from the musical already?"

"I don't," Braedon answered.

"Me either," Jon concurred.

"Then I guess you'll both be learning them together. There's one song that Oliver sings by himself, and another that others start and then he has a solo, and there are a couple more songs he sings as part of a group."

"Yeah, Ms. Atkins said we'd be doin' a lot of singing, and it has a big speaking part too."

"Absolutely, since Oliver is the main character and this story is all about him." Both Braedon and Jon nodded their heads, smiled, and blushed.

Everyone had their swimsuits on by now, so we headed out to the pool. There were a handful of other people there already, mostly guys older than me, so we weren't able to play tag. We merely got in the water and stayed on one side of the pool chatting and horsing around until the last of the other guys left, and then we played tag for a while before calling it a day.

"I hope they're not gonna be here every Sunday from now on," Rory offered when we got to the locker room. "It wasn't as much fun with them there too."

"I agree, and I guess we'll see."

The boys continued talking about the situation as we removed our swimsuits and went to shower. They were so busy chatting with each other that they didn't notice I was busy checking each of them out, even though I'd seen each one many times before and had even handled some of the goods. Hey, what can I say? I just can't get my fill of visually examining them, no matter how many times I do it.

"I'll see you on Monday, Mr. Roberson," Braedon said as he was getting ready to take off. "I'll see you in class and then again when I go to sing for Ms. Atkins."

"Yes, I'll be there both times."

I walked all of the boys out to the lobby, but then I left them there to wait for their rides as I went out to my car. I was just about to start the engine when Nolan's mother drove in, so I waited and hoped she wouldn't notice me. Once she had loaded the boys inside and driven off, I waited another couple of minutes before taking off.

When I got back to the apartment, I saw Jennifer standing in front of her window looking out, and we waved at each other before I went inside. At least with the boys being in 'Oliver!', it would continue giving them an excuse for coming over to see me. Of course, that was in addition to our other cover story that I was tutoring them too.

I took it fairly easy for the rest of the day, while finishing up some odd jobs I'd been working on and watching a couple of shows on TV that evening. I also put my things together so I wouldn't forget to take them with me when I left for school in the morning, and then I got ready for bed. Tomorrow would be the start of the auditions for the singing roles, and they would continue throughout the week. It was just that tomorrow would be the most important audition, both if you considered the role and who was trying out for it.

Chapter 27
Auditions

The day seemed to drag by on Monday, because I was looking forward to the audition and seeing how well Jon and Braedon did. I was also planning on asking Gina about how she'd selected those two boys to audition, but it seemed as if the hours were passing slowly and it was taking forever until it happened. As soon as the final bell rang, I rushed down to Gina's classroom so I could talk to her in private before the boys showed up.

"Gina, I didn't realize Braedon was in the chorus."

"Yes, he's been a part of the chorus since he was in fifth grade."

"So he and Jon have really strong singing voices? That surprises me, because you've never had either of them sing a solo?"

"Marshall, when I choose a soloist, I not only look for someone with good tonal quality and who can stay on key, but I also want them to have a strong voice so they'll stand out from the rest of the chorus. That's not what I'm looking for here. It's still important that either boy can carry the melody and not sing out of key, but this time I'm looking for someone with a sweetness and a vulnerability in his voice. Oliver is supposed to be a young child who has been mistreated, so I didn't feel he should have a strong, mature voice. The boys I've chosen to audition have voices that display the qualities I'm looking for."

"That's good to know and I can't wait to hear them."

We continued talking until the boys showed up, and I was stunned that there was a third boy I didn't know. Gina saw the look on my face and she filled me in. "I take it you don't know Tim. He's another sixth grader who fits the requirements I was looking for. One of these three boys will probably end up being Oliver, and another one will be his backup. The third boy will wind up as part of Fagin's gang."

She then reached out a tambourine and held it above their heads. "There are three folded slips of paper on the tambourine, and I want each of you to pick one. There is a number on each slip that will determine the order in which you'll audition."

The boys reached up and selected one of the pieces of paper, and then they unfolded them to see who would go first, second, and third. Jon selected the paper with the number one on it, Tim got number two, and Braedon ended up with number three.

"I'm going to have you sing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" to warm up your vocal chords first, and I want you to sing it as a round. Jon, you'll start, and Tim you'll come in when Jon starts to sing 'Merrily, merrily, merrily', and Braedon, you'll do the same when Tim begins to sing 'Merrily, merrily, merrily'. I want each you will stop after you sing 'Life is but a dream'."

I listened as she accompanied them on the piano, and as soon as they finished, Gina told Tim to start the song this time, with Braedon coming in second, followed by Jon. Then they sang it one more time with Braedon starting, Jon coming in second, and Tim going last. I listened carefully each time and decided that Gina was correct – they all had sweet singing voices, which meant it was going to be difficult to choose one over the others.

When they'd finished warming up, Gina explained what they'd be doing next. "I'm going to teach you a song from the musical, and I'll give each of you a sheet of paper with the lyrics. I'll then play two different recordings of the song so you can hear it sung by someone who has played the part before, and I want you to follow the lyrics. Once you've heard both of those versions, I'll play the song on the piano and have you practice singing it together first, before I have each of you sing it alone."

Once she finished telling them this information, she played the first recording of "Where Is Love?", followed by the other recording, sung by a different soloist. This way the boys got to listen to two different boys singing the song and were able to hear the little differences in how they approached it. Gina also had them follow the lyrics on the paper she'd given them as they listened to each recording, because she felt this would help them become familiar with the song before it was their turn to sing.

Once the boys had heard the recordings and were somewhat familiar with the song, Gina had them practice singing it together first, as she accompanied them on the piano. After doing that for a second time, she had each boy sing it alone, in the order they'd been selected earlier.

I thought each one did an incredible job, especially for just having heard the song for the first time earlier, and I didn't really see where one was better than the other two. I suspected I didn't have the expertise or background to make such a determination, so I was going to rely on Gina's judgment. I thought each of the boys looked the part as well, since they all had slight builds and a look that would have made any mother want to run up and give them a hug.

After they finished singing, Gina turned to me and spoke. "Ok, it's your turn to see how they'll do with the speaking part."

I pulled out ten large, numbered envelopes and asked each boy to choose a number from one to ten. When they told me their number, I took the envelope with that number, opened it, and extracted the two sets of papers inside. Although each envelope contained different short scripts I had used with the drama club, the two copies in each envelope were identical. I handed the boy one copy, while keeping the other for myself, and told him to read and study it. After I'd given them time to do that, I had each boy read the highlighted sections, while I read the other parts. I was going to use this process to judge their vocal control, enunciation, and inflection, along with seeing where they placed the emphasis within the lines to strengthen the meaning.

After I gave them a chance to read it over first, because I didn't want this to be merely about how well they could read, but how well they could act, we began. I worked with the boys in the same order they'd sung earlier, as Gina and I listened and I judged the characteristics I'd mentioned earlier.

After each one had completed his turn, Gina told them they were done and could go home. She advised them that she'd let them know who would get the part on the following Monday, which caused the boys to nod in understanding before taking off. I stayed behind so I could discuss how they'd done with Gina, but I imagined I'd be hearing from Jon and Braedon eventually, so they could ask how I thought they'd done.

"How do you think they did?" Gina asked once the boys had gone.

"I thought all three did well, and I feel any of them would be able to do the job, but I think Tim was the weakest of the three when it came to acting out the lines I'd given him. Of course that might not be exactly fair, since Jon had the advantage of having acted before, but I felt Tim was more mechanical and lacked a connection to the lines while he was reading them."

"Jon's acting in your plays was one of the reasons I asked him to audition, seeing he'd already proven he could do that, and quite well too. However, if it was based solely on their voices, I'd pick Braedon, because he has a sweet, angelic quality when he sings. The other two did an excellent job with their vocals as well, but I agree with you. Out of the three, Tim was the weakest."

"I'm glad we agree, because it would be very awkward if we'd rated them completely opposite. So what are we doing tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we'll see the girls I asked to audition for Nancy and Bet. On Wednesday there will be four boys auditioning for The Artful Dodger, Thursday there will be two boys for Bill Sikes, and then Friday will be an assortment of kids who will be auditioning for Mr. & Mrs. Sowerberry and Mrs. Bedwin."

"So that will take care of all the singing roles?"

"Except for the two remaining adult roles, Mr. Bumble and Widow Courney, and I still have to choose the kids for the "Who Will Buy?" solos, but they really don't need to audition. I already have a pretty good idea who I want to use as soloists from their time in the chorus."

"So have you had any volunteers for Mr. Bumble and Widow Courney?"

"Actually, I've had more than I expected, and we'll audition them Wednesday and Thursday during the lunch hour."

"Gina, I've been thinking about what you said about having a primary and backup for Oliver. Do you think it's fair to have both boys learn the role, but only one of them will get to perform?"

"I'm going to have a backup for all the singing roles, because all sorts of things can happen that might cause them to be unable to perform when the time comes."

"It's too bad there aren't more performances, because then we could just have two casts, rather than a primary and a backup. That way if there's a problem, the person playing that particular part in the other cast could perform with both groups."

"Actually, that's a great idea, and I think I can arrange it. I'll work it so each group will be able to perform twice, just like we'd originally planned."

"But how are you going to do that?"

"We'll have two dress rehearsals and then two performances for the parents. I'll invite the elementary students to come for the first dress rehearsal, which we can hold on Thursday, and then we'll do it for the Middle School on Friday with the other group. We can also put it on Saturday and Sunday at 1:00 for the parents, with a different group doing it each day. The backups can perform on Thursday and Saturday, and the primaries on Friday and Sunday, and their parents can come to watch their performance on the weekend. Seeing we'll be selling tickets to cover our expenses, this will give us a better chance of making sure we don't fall short financially."

"Rather than calling them backups and primaries, why don't we call the primaries cast one, and the backups cast two."

"Sounds good to me, and I like your suggestion much better."

"And now I understand why you had more than two boys audition for Oliver."

"And it will be the same for every singing role. We'll just narrow it down to one person for cast one and another for cast two, and then we'll be ready to start rehearsals."

"Then it looks as if I'll have to double up on the rehearsals too, so cast one and cast two will have their own days."

"I hope that's not a problem?"

"No, not at all. I'll manage just fine, but I expect you'll probably want to be there too, so they can also practice the songs."

"Yes, I'll be there as well, but I feel badly that you'll now have twice as much work. The musical is my responsibility, so I accept that, but you only volunteered to help."

"Don't worry about it. It was my suggestion to have two casts, and being part of the musical was covered in the agreement I made when I accepted the position leading the drama club, so I'm fine. What about the chorus? Will they have to be at all four performances?"

"No, I can split them into two groups as well, since I have such a large group."

"That sounds great. Have you thought about the type of set you want to use?"

"Not really. I thought you might have a better idea about that."

"Actually, I do. I saw a production when I was in college where they used a minimalist set. It was all constructed on stage and could be altered to differentiate the various locations, so I think it would probably work best for us."

"Then let's go with that."

"Ok, I'll draw it out and then talk to Bob Krivyanik about helping me, because it will be more about construction than art."

"Sounds good, so I'll see you tomorrow."

I went back to my classroom and grabbed a few things I wanted to take with me, and by the time I got to the apartment, I was already trying to work out how I was going to do this. I decided to have cast one rehearse on Monday and Wednesday, and then cast two would rehearse on Tuesday and Thursday. Since each act had six scenes, I'd split Act One in half the first week, doing three scenes at each rehearsal, and then I'd do the same with Act Two the following week. After that we'd spend two weeks doing Act One at the first rehearsal and Act Two at the second, and we'd finish up spending two weeks doing the entire play at each rehearsal.

Now that I had this worked out, I realized I could now split the non-singing roles the same way, so more kids could be involved. In fact, if there were enough chorus members who wanted to be part of this, we could also have two groups of Fagin's boys and two different groups of workhouse orphans. If not, we could always use the same kids for the orphans and Fagin's boys by merely having them alter their costumes slightly for each role. We could always have them just wear a tattered white shirt and pants as orphans, and then we'd just add a vest, jacket, or a cap when they became part of Fagin's group. That should be enough to make them appear different.

During the lunch hour on Tuesday, I talked to Bob Krivyanik about helping me construct the set and showed him my sketches. He agreed to help and said there were some students he could ask to assist us. I thanked him and that was another issue that had been solved.

Later, after school, I joined Gina when she auditioned the girls for the roles of Nancy and Bet. When she finally decided on the two she preferred for Nancy, we agreed to have the two other girls play Bet. Before I left, I asked Gina another question.

"If you think enough of your chorus members might want to be involved, I was thinking of something else we could do to get more kids involved. We could have two different groups of workhouse orphans, as well as two other groups playing Fagin's gang. If not, we can just use two groups and have them play both roles."

"Let me see how many want to be involved and I'll let you know. I'm sure there will be quite a few, and that way we won't have so many standing on the risers next to the orchestra."

"Just tell anyone who's interested in being in the musical to come see me next week so I can take down their names. Once I know how many are interested, then I'll be able to decide how we'll do this."

"Certainly, I'll be happy to do that for you. I'm really excited about this now, because I feel we've got an excellent group. I'm also going to contact the instrumental music teacher at the high school so I can ask if he'd be willing to put together a group to accompany us during the performances. If he has enough of his students who want to be in it, then he might even want to use two groups as well, but I'll just play the piano during the rehearsals."

"It sounds as if we have all of the bases covered now."

"Yes, I believe we do, and I'm thrilled that this will allow even more kids to become involved. Thank you, because I never would have considered doing all of this without your help."

"Maybe you should wait to thank me until we actually pull it off."

"Oh, I'm sure it will go just as well and as smoothly as your plays."

During the lunch hour on Wednesday we auditioned the faculty and staff members who had volunteered to play Mr. Bumble. Two of them had the right look and were capable of singing either 'Oliver!' or 'I Shall Scream' with the Widow Courney, as well as 'It's Your Funeral' with Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry. The problem was, Gina didn't feel that either one had a good enough voice to do justice to 'Boy For Sale'. I thought this was going to present a major problem, but then Gina came up with a possible solution.

"Marshall, would you be willing to sing 'Boy For Sale' instead?"

"Gina, how can I do that? I'll be Fagin and won't be able to transform myself to look like Bumble just to sing that one song."

"You won't have to. When the song comes up in the scene, I'll have Mr. Bumble appear to be struggling with Oliver as he pulls him along while trying to sell him. You can sing the song offstage as he's doing that."

"So I'll have a mic and merely sing into it?"

"Yes, and you certainly have the voice to pull it off."

"I suppose if it's the best or only option you have, then I'll do it."

"Great, then we have our Bumbles too."

Later that afternoon we auditioned those wanting to be The Artful Dodger, but only one of the boys seemed to have the combination of personality, charm, and vocal ability for the role. Neither Gina or I cared for the others, but after watching the boy we adored, I had an idea.

"Gina, do you know Gary Dunn?"

"Yes, I do. He was Huck Finn in your last play."

"Yes, that's him. Do you know if he can sing?"

"I heard him when he was younger and he had a nice voice, but I don't know if that changed when he reached puberty."

"I don't know either, but he's definitely got the same type of charm and personality as the boy we like for The Artful Dodger. What if I ask him to audition for you on Friday during the lunch hour?"

"If he's willing, I'd like to hear what he can do, because I wasn't thrilled with our other choices."

"I know. I felt the same way."

"Ok, then let me know if he agrees."

When I got home after we finished up, I called Gary to see what he had to say. "Gary, I think you'd be perfect to play the part of The Artful Dodger, but it's a singing role. Would you be willing to audition for it?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I thought you had to be in the chorus to have a singing part."

"No, I've already talked to Ms. Atkins about you and she's agreed to let you audition during the lunch hour on Friday, if you're willing to do it. What do you think?"

"Yeah, ok. I'm willin' to give it a try."

"Super."

During the noon hour on Thursday, we agreed on the two women we thought would be great as Widow Courney, so another role was set. After school we auditioned a couple of boys for the role of Bill Sikes. Sikes was supposed to be a burly and badass with a deep voice, so Gina had selected boys who's voices had already changed and deepened. I was pleased to see that they also happened to be bigger than most of the other students, which made them look the part as well, and they actually turned out to be pretty good. This meant we'd now filled another major singing role.

"When they're not playing Bill Sikes, I'm going to ask them if they'll sing the knife grinder's solo in the Who Will Buy? scene."

"I can see why you'd want them to do that, but doesn't it mean they'll be in both groups and will have to attend all of the rehearsals?"

"No, they can rehearse both parts at the same rehearsal, but they'll have to be willing to be in all four performances. There just aren't that many boys whose voice has deepened and they can still sing fairly well. The knife grinder doesn't have much to do beside walk across the stage as he sings his part, and since Sikes isn't in that scene, he can practice doing it at the same rehearsal."

"Ok, that makes sense."

I considered everything we'd decided so far, and then I thought ahead to the following day. We were almost done with the auditions for the singing roles and only had a few more parts to fill, but I was thinking about one role in particular. I'd recruited the person trying out for it and hoped neither of us ended up being disappointed.

I was a nervous wreck as the noon hour approached on Friday, and as I was getting ready to leave my classroom to go join Gina, Gary showed up. "Hi, Mr. Roberson. You didn't tell me where I'm sposed to do this?"

"In Ms. Atkins classroom. Since I'm going to be there too, I'll walk down with you."

"Ok. I was surprised when you asked me to do this."

"Actually, I was too, but I think you'll be perfect for the part. Ms. Atkins will tell you what she wants you to do when we get there, and then she'll decide if you can sing well enough for this role."

"Ok. I'll do my best then."

Gina put Gary through his paces, and then we told him we'd let him know what we'd decided on Monday. After he'd left to go eat his lunch, I turned to Gina to get her reaction. "So what did you think?"

"I have to admit he did a pretty good job." She hesitated after saying this, and her answer made me think there was a 'but' coming next. "But I believe that after you have a chance to work with him that he'll do a great job!"

I had a feeling there was a 'but' coming, although it wasn't exactly what I was expecting. "So you want to use him?"

"Definitely. He'll be the other Artful Dodger, although I have a feeling he'll do just as well, maybe even better, than the other boy. I'm glad you thought of him."

"Me too!"

Now all we had left to do was the audition after school when we'd listen to those trying out for Mr. Sowerberry, Mrs. Sowerberry, and Mrs. Bedwin. Once we saw each of them, we made our choices and filled the last of the singing roles.

"I can make my list of who will have the singing roles in cast one and cast two over the weekend, and then I'll post it on Monday. You'll just have to fill the other roles as soon as you can."

"I'll do it once I've seen who I have to choose from. I'll give you the names of those who signed up to play the workhouse orphans and Fagin's gang so you can choose who you want, because they are singing roles too. The only exception will be the boys playing Charlie Bates. He's one of Fagin's boys, but he also has a few lines to say, so I'll cast him. In fact, I already have two boys in mind."

"Great! So when should we give everyone the scripts?"

"If you have them ready, when you post the list of who got the roles, just include a note for them to come see me during the lunch hour or after school on Monday and I'll pass the scripts out then. I'll make sure the others with speaking parts are given scripts at our next drama club meeting. They don't have as many lines to memorize, so it shouldn't take them as long, and by then I'll have made my decision about whom I'm going to use for the other roles."

"I'll include that note then. So when do you plan on starting the rehearsals?"

"The following Monday."

"Great. That will give most of them a week to study their lines."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Don't you just love it when a plan comes together," she quipped, causing me to do a double take.

"I wouldn't have figured you for an A-Team fan."

"Then maybe I'm just as full of surprises as you seem to be." She laughed after saying this, leaving me to interpret her meaning.

After we'd gone our separate ways, I began to contemplate the meaning behind her previous comment. Was she referring to my stage and singing ability, or something else? Did she know I was gay? It probably wouldn't matter if she did, because she didn't seem the type who would make an issue of it, but it made me wonder.

Following dinner, I began to prepare for the next day, because it was going to be another long one. I'd start by working out with the three lacrosse players, and then the other boys would be coming over at 12:30. We'd do whatever they wanted first, but afterward I was going to have them watch the DVD of the 1968 movie version of Oliver! I felt it would give Gary a better idea about The Artful Dodger role, since I felt Jack Wild was spectacular in his portrayal. Jon would also be able to hear the other songs that Oliver sings, as performed by Mark Lester.

After I'd placed the DVD on the TV stand, I packed my gym bag. I also checked to make sure I still had enough condoms left, since I'd bought a gross of regular condoms when I'd last picked them up. Of course I didn't do that locally, so I'd avoid any awkward questions about why I needed so many. However, the young guy running the cash register looked at me strangely for a few seconds when he first saw what I was buying, and then he gave me a knowing grin of approval. However, in the future I'd order what I needed online from condomdepot.com.

When I noticed that Tucker was having to hold the base of his condom because it was too big for him, I purchase two dozen small condoms for him. I also noticed we were going to need some more lube soon, so I'd pick that up after I left the Y. Now that everything was set, I watched TV for a short time before turning in.

When I got up in the morning, I hurried through my morning routine and then set out for the Y. I beat the boys this time, and I'd just begun to undress when they came racing into the locker room.

"Hey, how come you didn't wait for us before you started takin' your clothes off?" Hunter demanded when he saw me.

"I didn't know I was supposed to wait. In fact, I've always wondered why you boys wait to change until I get here."

"Cuz it's more fun when we all do it together."

"If you say so, but so far I've only removed my shoes, socks, and shirt, so I've got plenty left to take off."

"Ok, but if you beat us here again, then just wait until we all get here before you start changin'."

"Yes, sir," I replied as I snapped off a salute. However, Hunter didn't find it amusing.

We then undressed, put on our swimsuits, and headed out to the pool. There were two other gentlemen there when we first arrived, so I asked the boys if they wanted to wait until the others left, or if they'd be willing to swim laps in pairs, since I didn't want to take the chance of anyone crashing into the other men.

"We can wait a few minutes," Devin offered, "but if they don't leave soon, I guess we'll have to split up."

"Then I'm swimming with Mr. Roberson," Hunter quickly stated.

As soon as we jumped in the water and began to loosen up and splash around, the other two got out of the pool and left, so that allowed us to swim together again. I was impressed that Devin and Hunter were keeping up with me, and Gabe wasn't very far off our pace during any of the sets. I assumed that working out with us must be helping him, because he was doing much better.

When we finished, we went back to the locker room to shower. As soon as we were under the spray, Hunter asked a question. "Mr. Roberson, are you gonna work with Ms. Atkins on the musical?"

"I sure am."

"Really? I'm in the chorus, so I'm gonna see if I can be in that too."

"I didn't know you were in chorus."

"Yep, I am. I'm not one of the best singers, but I do pretty good."

"There's nothing wrong with that, and I'm glad to hear you want to be involved in the musical too. Do you know what part you might like to play?"

"I know they use a bunch of kids for different things, so I want to be in one of those groups."

"Great. We'll need orphans for the workhouse and even more for Fagin's boys."

"Do they all sing?"

"Yes, the workhouse orphans have one song and Fagin's boys have two."

"Are you directing, or is Ms. Atkins?"

"I'm directing, but Ms. Atkins has also asked me to play Fagin."

"You gonna be in this too?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then I want to be one of Fagin's boys." He flashed me a toothy grin after saying this.

"Then why didn't you stop by my classroom and tell me you were interested after Ms. Atkins told the chorus members to do that?"

"She did? I wasn't there the last time they practiced and didn't know I was sposed to do that."

"Ok, I'll just tell her I forgot to put your name on the list then."

As I told him this, I thought I also saw his penis start to rise, but then I realized he had done a little hop to celebrate, and that had caused his penis to appear as if it was starting to stand at attention. However, it was still fairly obvious that he was excited about the idea of spending more time with me by being in the musical. I was also beginning to accept the explanation that he was looking at me as a father figure, because it seemed to describe what was going on with him better than anything else.

Once we finished showering and had changed, I said goodbye to the boys and got ready to leave. However, I stopped momentarily when Hunter asked another question. "Mr. Roberson, when do we start practicin' then?"

"A week from either Monday or Tuesday, depending on which group you're in, because there will be two different casts. Check with Ms. Atkins on Monday and I'll let her know that you'd like to be one of Fagin's boys."

"K. I'll check with her then, and I'm excited that I'm gonna get to do this with you."

"I'm glad you want to be part of this too."

I was chuckling to myself as I was driving away from the Y, because I was thinking about how Hunter was willing to do almost anything, just so he could spend a little more time with me.

Chapter 28
New Horizons

I stopped at a Rite Aid on the way back from the Y and picked up more lube. When I got to the apartment, I hadn't been there very long before the boys showed up, and they began asking a bunch of questions.

"Who's gonna be Oliver?" Jon wanted to know. "Me or Braedon?"

"Actually, you both are. We're going to have two different casts, and each of you will get to perform in a dress rehearsal at school and then do a show for the parents."

"How are we gonna do that?"

I took a few minutes to explain how one cast would do the dress rehearsal in front of the elementary students, while the other cast in front of the middle school students. And then I told them about the Saturday and Sunday afternoon performances.

"Wow! That's way different than we did with the plays," Tucker responded.

"Not really different, because each group will still have a dress rehearsal and then perform in front of their families."

"But why are you having two casts?" Nolan asked next.

"It's so more people can get involved. This way, two people get to play each of the roles."

"So two people will be playing all of the parts?" Will wondered.

"All but one that I know of."

"Which one is that?" Gary asked.

"Fagin."

"Why? Who's doin' that?" Tucker wanted to know.

"That would be me."

"Really? You're gonna be in the play too, not just directin' it?" Jon followed, as he looked at me in awe.

"Yep."

"Doesn't Fagin sing?" Nolan asked, looking at me dubiously.

"Yes, he does."

"You can sing?" they all asked in unison.

"Yes, I can, and I had to audition for Ms. Atkins too."

"I thought it would just be us kids," Gary stated as he looked at me strangely.

"There will be three adults in each cast. Me, and two others who will be playing Mr. Bumble and the Widow Courney."

"Who's playin' those parts?" Nolan asked, so I told him. "Am I still gonna be Noah Claypole?"

"No, I'm going to have you be Charlie Bates for one cast, and I've selected Will for that part in the other cast."

"Really? Me?" Will asked, while appearing to be in a mild state of shock.

"Yes, you."

"But I thought Gary was gonna do that," Will mumbled.

"He was, but not any longer. Gary will be playing the Artful Dodger in one cast."

"Isn't that a singin' role too?" Nolan blurted out.

"Yes, and I had Gary audition on Friday."

"Gary, you can sing too?" the other boys wondered simultaneously. Gary merely nodded, so I answered for him. "Actually, he sang very well and Ms. Atkins was impressed."

"But he isn't even in the chorus!" Jon pointed out.

"Maybe not, but it doesn't mean he's unable to sing. He has a nice voice."

"Damn, that's interesting. So how often are we gonna practice?" Will asked.

"Two days each. One group will do it on Monday and Wednesday, and the other on Tuesday and Thursday."

"So you're gonna have to be there for all the practices?" Nolan followed while studying my face.

"Yes."

"Can we come to all of them, if we want?" Nolan continued.

"I suppose you can come watch when you're not rehearsing, as long as you don't create a problem and your parents don't mind."

"Then I'm doin' that," Nolan stated.

"Me too," the others chimed in.

"And me and Tucker will talk to Braedon about doin' that too," Jon offered.

"That's fine, and before you leave today, I want you to watch the movie with me. It will give you a better idea about some of the things we'll be doing."

"K, so we'd better go back to your bedroom and get started then," Will suggested. I grabbed the bag with the lube I'd purchased earlier and carried it to the bedroom. As soon as we got there, the boys quickly undressed and were ready to begin.

"I want you to do it to me like you did it with Nolan and Gary," Will said.

"I can do that, if you want, but you may not react to it the same way they did, just like they didn't respond to doing it the other way like you did."

"I know, but I still want to try it that way so I can see what it's like."

"Mr. Roberson, me and Tucker want you to use the large dildo on us first, so we can do the other stuff with everyone else while you're fuckin' Will."

"Ok, I suppose I can do that too. So which of you is going first?"

"I will," Tucker answered.

I thought this was pretty brave of him, since he'd been the one who was most worried about trying the blue dildo at first, for fear it would hurt. This time he didn't hesitate at all and hopped on the bed, and the pulled his legs back to his chest, exposing his hole to me. I could tell he was already pushing out, so I didn't have to request that he do it, and I put the bulbous head against his rectum and added enough pressure to push it forward.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh," he groaned as it began to force its way inside.

"Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I'm gonna do this," he hissed between clenched teeth.

"But does it hurt?"

"A little, but keep going," he said in the same manner.

Since he urged me to keep going, I added a little more pressure and watched as the muscular ring grudgingly gave way and allowed more of the dildo to enter. Tucker was grunting throughout the entire process, but he gave no sign that he wanted me to stop, so I continued what I was doing. After quite a few seconds and a great deal of effort on Tucker's part, the head of the dildo popped inside and his muscular ring clamped down behind it.

"I did it!" Tucker announced triumphantly. Even though he'd passed the first test, I hoped it didn't turn out to be a Pyrrhic victory, where it had caused more harm than good.

"You did the hard part and the head is in you now, but there's a lot more to still get inside you. You'll have to be able to do that before I can even think of doing anything with you."

"Then keep goin'."

I took my time and slowly worked the rest of the shaft into him. I stopped every inch or so and gave him a chance to adjust to it before I continued. Once it was all the way in, I left it there for a minute before I began sliding it back and forth. Tucker was gritting his teeth and grunting when I started doing it, but he never complained. After continuing for a couple of minutes, I removed the dildo from his butt.

"Put it back in me," Tucker urged.

"Maybe you should wait until next time to do that."

"No! We can do it then too, but I want you to do it now."

I didn't fully agree with him, but I did what he wanted. It wasn't much easier and still took a minor struggle to get it inside him again, but he did it. I then worked it in and out a few more times before I finally removed it. "We'll do this next time too, and if you handle it better, I might even consider doing what you what the time after that."

"Ok, but at least I'm a little closer to doing it with you," he stated as his chest puffed out in pride.

I got the dildo ready so I could do the same thing with Jon, and Tucker merely scooted over and let Jon get on the mattress beside him. As soon as I had the dildo was prepared, Jon pulled back his legs so I could do this with him too. I placed the head at his opening and began to push, and slowly his sphincter gave way and allowed the head to pop inside. When that happened, I looked up at Jon's face, totally amazed.

"I remembered one of the other guys said he used a bottle to practice with, so I found one I could use too. I've been usin' it for a couple of weeks now."

"I see, and it seems to have helped."

"Yeah, cuz I want to do this with you too."

"Do you think you could help me get a bottle to practice with?" Tucker asked Jon.

"Yeah, prolly. My neighbor puts a lot of them in the recycle bin, so I just took one and washed it really good. If you want, I can take another one out and bring it over to your house so you can wash it and use it too."

"Yeah, I want you to do that," Tucker agreed.

While the boys had been chatting, I slid the dildo the rest of the way into Jon's bowels, and then I started sliding it in and out of him. After I'd done that for a while, I removed the dildo and was ready to move on to Will.

"Can me and Jon be together today?" Tucker asked.

"Sure, that's fine with me, as long as the others agree." Since Nolan and Gary didn't have a problem with it, that's what they did.

Will was already in position at the foot of the bed while the others were getting in place too. I'd finished slipping on a condom and lubing it up, so I lubed and stretched out Will quickly, and then I eased into him. I immediately began thrusting in and out of his butt, but I also angled the action at his prostate, as I was getting into a nice, steady rhythm.

"Damn, this feels even better than the other way we did it!" he gasped after a minute.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

We did that for about ten minutes and then Will's body began to tense up, as his bowels tightened around my penis. When I glanced down, his penis began spitting out the pearly strands of his boy seed.

"Damn, he's doing it again," Gary gasped. "I wish I could do that every time like he does."

"Yeah, he does it no matter what way Mr. Roberson fucks him," Nolan added.

The same thing also happened to me as had happened before, because his muscles squeezed my penis when he began to orgasm and caused me to do the same thing. As my man seed was filling the condom, Will began to calm down, since he'd finished spewing his load. I thrust a few more times as the last of my fluids drained into the latex sheath, and after I'd finished ejaculating, I pulled out of Will. Before I went to clean up, I tossed him the towel I'd placed on the bed so he could wipe up when we finished.

When I got back, I asked Will a question. "Are you all set, or do you want to take your turn now?"

"Nah, I'm good."

I then turned to address the other boys about a comment they made earlier. "Just because Will has been able to ejaculate while I've been fucking him, it doesn't mean it will happen every time, or when he's with someone else. You've all been fucking each other for a while now, and it's never happened for him except when he's done it with me. It might just be something about how my penis fits into him that causes his reaction."

"Maybe, but I wish it fit into me like that," Gary quipped.

"You and Nolan have had it happen to you too, although only in the one position, while it doesn't seem to make a difference for Will."

"Are there other ways you can fuck him?" Nolan wondered.

"Yes, there are."

"Then you should try to see if he'll cum when you do it those ways too," Nolan suggested.

"Yeah, I'm willin' to try doin' that!" Will agreed.

"Somehow I thought you probably would," I teased.

Seeing the other boys had stopped to watch us, they hadn't quite finished up yet, so I started putting my clothes on while they were still going at it. As soon as I finished dressing, I went out to the kitchen to get a drink, and a minute later Tucker came running out to speak with me before he'd put his cloths on.

"Mr. Roberson, if Braedon's gonna be in the musical now, should I start bringing him over so he can spend time doin' this stuff too? That way we can get him ready to do it with the rest of us?"

Since I hadn't thought about this, I couldn't give Tucker an answer. "Let me think about it and I'll let you know later."

"K," he said as he raced back to the bedroom.

Before long, all of the boys came out to join me, and I poured them all a drink before we went into the living room to watch the movie. I was keeping an eye on them, as much as I was focusing on the screen, and I felt they were all enjoying it. When the movie ended, we talked about it briefly before we agreed it was time for them to go. They'd been here longer than usual, so I just hoped their parents wouldn't ask them where they'd been or what they'd been doing.

I went outside to say goodbye to them and watched as they raced across the parking lot. I was just about to go back into my apartment when I saw Jennifer heading out to her car.

"I see the boys were here again," she said as she waved at me.

"Yes, we just watched the movie Oliver! together, in preparation for putting it on."

"So they're going to be in that too?"

"Yes, along with many other students."

"Do you know the dates yet?"

"Yes, I do, and this time you'll have a choice. We're going to have two different casts, and one will be performing on Saturday, May 13, and the other group will do it the following day. Both performances will begin at 1:00, so you can come either time."

"Why are you using two casts?"

"So more kids are able to participate, since we had so many who wanted to be involved."

"Ah, I see, so I'll come both times. I'll be there on Saturday by myself so I can enjoy watching it, and then I'll bring Duane with me on Sunday."

"That works for me, but you'll have to buy a ticket for each performance."

"No problem, because I'm sure I'll enjoy it. So which cast will these boys be in?"

"A few of them will be in each cast, since some of them will be playing the same part."

"Ah, I see, so I'll definitely want to see both performances then. It will be worth it, especially if I enjoy it as much as I did the play."

"Then I hope you do."

As she continued making her way to the car, I went inside and got busy doing other things. I was also thinking about why Jennifer had said she'd be going to both shows. Was it so she could see if each of the boys who showed up at my apartment were truly part of this, or was it merely so she could watch each of them in action? I had no way of knowing for sure, so I put it out of my mind.

I returned to focusing on the other chores I had to get out of the way over the weekend, including going to Lowe's to order the materials needed to build the set and having them delivered. When I got back, I finished my household chores, and then I started looking forward to seeing the boys at the Y the following day. I continued doing that until it was time to go to bed, and I fell asleep thinking about seeing the boys again.

When I got up the next morning, I finished making the list of who would be taking the non-singing roles in each cast so I could give it to Gina. I did that until it was time to leave, and then I put the list away, planning to finish it up when I got back later.

I barely got there ahead of the boys this time and nearly got spotted by Nolan's mother as she was dropping them off, so I'd have to be more careful in the future.

"Mr. Roberson, when are you gonna decide who's gonna be Oliver?" Braedon asked almost as soon as he saw me.

"We've already made that decision. Your going to be Oliver with one cast, and Jon will be Oliver for the other cast."

"We're going to have two casts?"

"Yes, so more kids can be involved in this. I'll explain it to you later, but now it's time to get ready to swim."

"K."

Nigel and Rory had showed up while I'd been chatting with Braedon, so we all started to undress and put on our swimsuits. Once the boys were all set, we headed out to the pool and discovered there was just one other guy in the pool. He was also getting out of the water and drying off when we got there, so we had the place to ourselves. Right away the kids wanted to play tag, and they made me 'it' first. I wasn't sure why they'd done this, but I accepted the challenge and chased them around. However, Braedon didn't try very hard to get away, so I ended up tagging him and making him 'it' next.

We played around for quite a while, and then the boys wanted to race again. Of course, I had to go up against, Rory, Gary, and Nolan, but then the other boys made Nigel swim against us too.

"That way one of us can win this time," Will stated, speaking for the others.

Nigel wasn't happy about this, since he assumed he would finish last, but he actually did better than he thought. I beat them all, while Rory came in ahead of the others, and Nigel was nearly even with Gary and Nolan when they finished. I think he felt really good about that, and then we watched the other group as they competed with each other.

Will ended up winning that race, but the outcome could have at least been partly due to the fact that he was older and more physically mature than the other three. He was in eighth grade, while Tucker and Braedon were in seventh grade, and Jon was in sixth. I don't think the other boys really cared about any of that, because they were happy they'd finished closer together this time, than when they raced against Nigel too. They took that as a minor victory and were satisfied, so now that we'd finished racing, we horsed around for a while longer before we decide to head back to the locker room.

After we'd showered and changed, the boys said goodbye to me as I prepared to leave. "I'll see you in class," Braedon added, as if I didn't already know that, so I merely nodded before walking out the door.

I finished the list I'd been working on earlier, and then I checked it over to make sure I hadn't missed or forgotten anything. Once I was convinced it was complete, I placed it where I'd remember it when I left for school in the morning. Then, I mentally went over everything I'd be doing the following day, to make sure I wouldn't need anything else and hadn't forgotten something.

When I finished doing those things, I watched the movie again, but this time I focused on how Ron Moody portrayed Fagin. I wasn't planning on copying his style, but watching him gave me an idea about how I might approach the role. After that, I hopped on the internet, went to YouTube, and listened to several different recordings of 'Oliver!', as performed by various London and Broadway casts. I did this to see how the various actors playing Fagin had interpreted the songs, and there was quite a wide range in how they used inflection to alter how it sounded. After listening to the various interpretations, I had a pretty good idea about what I was going to do as well.

The first thing I did when I arrived at school in the morning was to go see Gina. "I think I unintentionally omitted a name from the list I gave you for the workhouse orphans and Fagin's gang." I then told her about Hunter.

"He would be great in Fagin's gang," Gina replied. "I'll add his name to one of the casts, since there's no set number for how many kids we can use."

"Great, because I would feel guilty if I was responsible for him being left out."

"That won't happen now, and I've posted the lists so the kids will know who will be playing each part. I also added a note for them to see you during the noon hour or after school to get their copy of the script."

"I'm all ready for them."

When my lunch hour began, I got my lunch and took it back to my classroom so I could eat in between passing out the scripts. As soon as the final bell rang at the end of the day, I handed out the rest of the scripts to the kids with the singing roles. They generally had the most lines to memorize, so this would give them more time to learn them. I'd hand out the scripts to those with the other speaking roles at our next drama club meeting on Wednesday.

Once everyone had shown up and been given their scripts, including the adults playing Mr. Bumble and Widow Courney, I packed up what I was taking with me and headed to the office to sign out. When I got there, Mr. Baldwin had something to tell me.

"Marshall, I didn't know you were still here. The things you ordered from Lowe's were delivered, and I had the janitorial staff assist the driver in taking everything to the stage."

"That's perfect. Thank you. Now, Bob Krivyanik and I can start building the set."

Once that had been cleared up, I drove back to my apartment. I couldn't be sure, but I suspected I was probably more excited about all of this than Gina now, because it meant I would be spending even more time with the boys, including Hunter. What could be better than that?

Chapter 29
Possibilities

On Tuesday, I went to see Bob Krivyanik about constructing the set, and we agreed to work on it during our lunch hours and after school. When I told him I had a drama club meeting on Wednesday after school, he said it wouldn't be a problem and he and the two students he'd recruited would just continue working on it without me. I thanked him, because now I wouldn't have to cancel the meeting or fall behind on constructing the set.

When I met with the drama club on Wednesday afternoon, I explained that we'd be having two casts and advised them about when each cast would perform. I also hung up the lists showing who I'd selected for each of the roles in both casts, and I gave everyone a chance to look at those first, to see if they'd been given a part. I then had those with a speaking role to come up and get their script, and once that had been taken care of, I explained how rehearsals would work and when they'd meet. After I dismissed them, I pulled Tucker aside before he left.

"Since you and the other boys aren't coming over until after we finish swimming on Sunday, I thought you could bring Braedon over on Saturday afternoon."

"Great! I'll tell him to meet me at my house at 1:00, and then I'll bring him over to see you."

"Ok, but don't tell him what we'll be doing. Let me explain that part to him, because I want to see how he reacts to the news."

"I think he'll love it."

Throughout the rest of the week, I could tell that the kids in both casts were very excited. They would smile and wave at me in the hall, or even while they were sitting in one of my classes, and occasionally one of them would come up to me and say, "I'll see you Monday (or Tuesday) at rehearsal." It was cute seeing how much this seemed to mean to them.

I also talked to Gina several times throughout that period, so we could discuss what we were going to do at the rehearsals, as well as chatting about our observations of how the kids were reacting. We were both very pleased that we were off to a good start.

By the time I got to the apartment on Friday night, I was already thinking ahead to the next two days. I'd be swimming with the three boys in the morning, and then Tucker would be bringing Braedon over that afternoon, so it looked like I'd finally get to do something sexual with Braedon too. Then I'd be swimming with the rest of the group on Sunday, and then they'd be coming over to have more sex with me afterward. It was going to be a busy, and wonderfully satisfying weekend.

Before I went to sleep, I packed my gym bag so it would be ready to go in the morning. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas Eve, but instead of looking forward to having Santa drop off my gifts, Braedon would be bringing mine. I'd dreamed about doing something with him for weeks now, ever since he started coming to the Y with Tucker and I saw him naked for the first time. Now, I'd finally get a chance to unwrap and play with my present.

As I thought about how excited I was about doing this, I also realized how unusual the situation had become. Up until a few months ago, I would have vehemently denied that I was attracted to boys, at least not since I was that age too. However, since Nolan and the others first approached me about doing these things with them, my entire life has changed. Instead of thinking about guys around my age, my focus now revolved around a group of young, teenage boys.

My excitement made it difficult to fall asleep right away, and then when I did drift off, my dreams were filled with images of Braedon. I'm not sure why it didn't cause me to have a nocturnal emission, but I woke up dry, and relieved that it hadn't happened. I then raced through my morning routine and grabbed a quick bite to eat before driving to the Y. I wasn't surprised when I discovered I was there about twenty minutes ahead of my normal arrival time, seeing I was in a huge hurry to get the day started.

Since Hunter had scolded me the previous week and told me to wait for them before I changed, I walked around the Y and checked out some of the other areas first, and then I went back to wait for them. I was sitting on the bench when the boys showed up, and Hunter was the first to say anything.

"I'm glad you waited this time," he stated as he drew nearer.

"I was afraid you'd beat me up if I didn't wait," I teased, causing him to shake his fist at me.

"I would have just spanked your bare bottom, like you did to us," he counter, and then he laughed hysterically. I noticed the other two were chuckling and nodding in agreement.

After we all stripped down and put on our swimsuits, I led them to the pool and we got started. There was seldom anyone else around when we got here, so I began to think that people must either party on Friday night or just liked to sleep in late on Saturday, at least those who didn't have to work. That was fine with us, though, because it allowed us to do what we wanted when working out.

I warned the boys I was going to go hard again, in case they chose not to keep up with me, so I was surprised by their reaction. "That's ok, and we'll do everything you do. The coach told us tryouts for the lacrosse team would be held the last week of March, so it means we'll only have one more chance to do this after today and before tryouts start."

"So does that mean you're going to stop doing this after next week?"

"NO!" Hunter shouted. "We're still going to come do this with you, at least I am, unless we have a practice or a game on Saturday."

"Yeah, we agree," the other two chimed in.

I worked them fairly hard again, and was impressed that they were all doing better every time we worked out. Even Gabe was doing better at keeping up, so I was proud of each of them. I made sure to tell them that when we finished up.

"I'm really proud of how well each of you have been doing," I told them as we were getting ready to shower.

"Even me?" Gabe asked.

"Especially you. I think you've improved the most since you first joined us." That caused Gabe to smile broadly, and I was glad he was so pleased by what I'd just said.

As soon as we were in the shower, Hunter spoke, drawing my attention to him again. "So we start rehearsals this week?"

"Yes, we do, so how is that going to work with your lacrosse practices?"

"Damn, I never thought about that. Does it mean I can only do one or the other?"

"I have a feeling the rehearsals are going to conflict with your practices. I know you'll probably be practicing every day with the lacrosse team, and possibly on Saturday too, so how will you be able to rehearse with the others?"

"Shit. What am I gonna do?"

"Talk to your coach first, and see what he has to say. Explain the situation to him, but you may have to choose which one you'd rather do."

"But I want to do both!"

"That may not be possible, but I'll talk to you more about this after you talk to your coach."

I could tell Hunter was bummed out, and even though he wasn't vying for my attention, I kept an eye on him to see how he was handling the situation. He was moping around as we finished up in the shower, and then we dried off and got dressed. It was very obvious he wasn't as chipper as he normally would have been when we said goodbye.

Once I left the Y, I hurried home to prepare for Tucker and Braedon to arrive. I was getting excited again and stayed close to the door until I heard Tucker knock. I hadn't left it ajar this time, because I didn't want to explain to Braedon why I'd done that, but I opened it as soon as I could.

"Hi, Mr. Roberson," Tucker said. "I brought Braedon over to see where you live."

"Oh, that was nice of you. Come in," I said as I stepped aside.

"Hi, Mr. Roberson," Braedon said as he walked up to me, so I gave him a little hug.

"So did you come by for any particular reason?"

"Uh, kinda," Tucker answered. "I know Braedon wants to do stuff with me and Jon, but we don't got no place to do it. We thought maybe you'd let us do that here."

"Sure. I suppose you could either use my bedroom or do it out here, and I'll give you boys some privacy."

"Why? You've seen us with nuttin on before," Braedon stated. "I was hoping you'd want to do somethin' with us too."

"That could get me in big trouble."

"No, cuz we won't say nuttin. Will we, Tucker?"

"I won't," Tucker agreed.

"See, and I won't either, so nuttin will happen. Please, just do it with us. You can show us how, cuz I've never done nuttin before." The expression on Braedon's face was pleading with me to agree.

"You don't need me to show you. I'd be willing to bet that you both masturbate, so just do that to each other."

"What's massa-whatever?" Braedon asked.

"He means jerkin' off," Tucker explained.

"Yeah, we do that, but there must be other stuff you could show us. Please, I want you to do somethin' with me too."

"I wouldn't mind that either," Tucker added. "See," Braedon pressed.

"So you want me to masturbate you then?"

"Yeah, or you could do somethin' else," Braedon agreed.

"Maybe you could do a couple of different things with us," Tucker suggested with a devilish grin. Of course he'd think of doing more than one sexual activity today.

"If I do this, then you can never tell anyone else. I don't want your parents finding out about any of this."

"I don't either," Braedon agreed, "so we won't tell nobody."

Since Tucker was nodding in agreement, as I knew he would, I'd already made up my mind that I was going to give in. I was only doing this to make Braedon think I was hesitant about doing this with them. "Ok, but I'm trusting you to keep me from getting into trouble."

Both boys started to dance around and cheer, although Braedon was cheering louder, so I quickly told him they had to keep the noise down. "Please try to be quieter. I don't want my neighbors to know you guys are here, or they might suspect what we're doing."

"K, we'll be quiet then," Braedon agreed.

I'd made my bed before I left for the Y earlier, so I took them back to my bedroom to get started. Both boys were already taking their clothes off before we got there and tossed their shirts on the floor as they began to remove their pants. Before long, there were two naked boys laying on my bed.

"So who do I do this to first?"

"Me," Braedon answered.

Since he was so eager, I reached out and massaged his scrotum and penis with my palm, which immediately caused his penis to firm up. Within seconds, it was standing out from his body and twitching in anticipation, so I wrapped my hand around it and began sliding it up and down. This caused Braedon to moan in appreciation, and I only had to do this for a couple of minutes before he grunted and a fairly clear ejaculate spurted from his penis. I stroked it a few more times to drain what remained in the tubes, and then I went to get a towel so he could wipe up.

When I got back, Braedon was still lost in his post-orgasmic fog, so I laid the towel across his legs and began working on Tucker. When Braedon finally recovered, I was still working on Tucker because he hadn't ejaculated yet. After Braedon wiped the semen off of his body, he unexpectedly hugged me from behind.

"Thank you, that was wonderful. It was way better than when I do it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Braedon then moved so he could watch me do it to Tucker too, and he gasped when Tucker's semen spurted from the tip. "I've never seen another boy do this before, and that was neat. He shoots a lot farther than me, though."

"Yes, it's different for everyone. Some boys shoot a long way, others a short way, and for some it merely oozes out of the tip."

"Oh," he acknowledged, as I took the towel from where he'd left it and gave it to Tucker to use.

As soon as Tucker recovered, he immediately asked a question. "Can we do something else now?"

"I think you need to take a break first, so how would you like something to drink?"

"Ok," they both agreed, and then they got up and began following me to the kitchen.

"If anyone comes to the door, I want you to hurry back to my bedroom, because I don't want anyone seeing you like this."

"We don't either," Braedon agreed.

We each took time to consume a beverage, as they had a glass of milk and I had a cup of coffee. We also chatted while we were finishing them, and then the boys were eager to get back to the bedroom.

"Come on, Mr. Roberson. We gotta do somethin' else before we hafta go," Braedon urged.

"Yeah, come on," Tucker agreed.

When we got back to the bedroom, Braedon spoke again. "What are we gonna do this time?"

"Do you know what oral sex is?"

"You mean a blowjob?"

"That's the common term for it. So do you know how it's done?"

"Kinda, but I've never seen it or had anybody do it to me," Braedon agreed.

"How would you like me to do it to you?"

"Yeah, let's do that then."

Since he'd agreed to do this, I had him lay down on the mattress again, and I got between his legs. I licked his scrotum and his shaft first, causing it to inflate again. Once he was hard, I lowered my mouth over his pride and joy and began to bob up and down, while also using my tongue and adding suction. Almost as soon as I got started, his hips began bouncing up and down on the mattress, as his instincts took over.

Once again, this didn't take very long, and he was soon releasing a few drops of his immature ejaculate into my mouth. I sucked on it a little while after that happened to drain as much as I could, and then I released his penis from my mouth and let it fall against his abdomen. Then, I watched as he slowly recovered.

"That was even better then when you jerked me off," he confirmed. "But you didn't blow on it, so why is it called a blowjob?"

"I'm not sure, but you suck on it, not blow. It's almost the same as using your hand to get off, but someone does it using his mouth instead."

"Well I liked it. Now, I want to watch you do it to Tucker."

I merely nodded, since I knew Tucker wouldn't have a problem with that, and after a couple of minutes he filled my mouth with a reduced amount of ejaculate too.

"You swallowed that stuff?" Braedon wanted to know.

"Yes, I did. There's nothing wrong with doing it, and many other guys like doing that too."

"What's it taste like?"

"It's different for nearly everyone, but yours was kind of sweet."

"K, maybe I'll try it the next time I jerk off."

I then had both boys get dressed, and then I said goodbye as I walked them to the door. "Can we do this again sometime?" Braedon asked, obviously eager to have a repeat performance.

"I suppose, but remember that you can't talk about this when you're not here, or even when you're with each other, because I don't want anyone else to overhear. I'll let you know when you can come over again."

"K, we'll see you at school then."

They scampered out the door after I'd opened it and I watched them jog across the parking lot. Once they were gone, I collapsed on the sofa and mentally relished every moment I'd just spent with them. It was something I had looked forward to for quite a while, and it was just as satisfying as I'd imagined, especially since if had been Braedon's idea. I loved the fact that he wanted me to do those things to him as much as I did.

I continued to have flashbacks of what I'd done with him for the rest of the day, and then I began looking forward to swimming with them at the Y. I wished he was ready to be included in that group too, but I'd also enjoy the time I got to do these things with him and Tucker for as long as I could.

Sunday morning I woke up refreshed and rearing to go. I got to the Y early and then waited for the boys to show up, and Braedon gave me a very special grin when I saw him. He didn't say anything about what we did, but I knew he was thinking about it, because he started to firm up before he put on his swimsuit. He hurriedly covered his blossoming erection so the others wouldn't see it, and I'm sure it went down as soon as we hopped into the pool.

The older men were there again, so we stayed off to one side of the pool and didn't play tag. Fortunately, they left about a half hour later, so we finally got to do what the boys wanted. We did that for about forty minutes before calling it quits, and then we headed back to the locker room to shower and change.

Braedon took the showerhead next to mine again, and I was just about done rinsing off when he suddenly raced out of the shower. I thought I caught a glimpse of his erection as he darted out of the archway, and I think that was confirmed when Jon asked him about why he'd done that when we reached the lockers.

"Why did you leave the shower before the rest of us?"

"I had to go to the bathroom really bad and knew it couldn't wait."

"Oh, ok," Jon said as he thought about it. I knew this probably meant that Braedon stood at the toilet until his erection went down.

After we got dressed, I said goodbye to the boys, knowing I'd see all but Braedon, Nigel, and Rory again within the hour. I drove back to the apartment and left the door ajar, and they showed up right on schedule.

"I'm with you today," Nolan announced once the door was shut.

"That's fine with me," I agreed.

"But you got to use the big dildo on me and Jon first."

"I can do that too," I confirmed.

When we got back to the bedroom and had all undressed, I retrieved the dildo, the condoms, and lube from the nightstand, ready to begin. Once I had the dildo ready for action, Tucker pulled his legs back and got ready for me to insert it. To my complete surprise, it went in much easier this time. When he saw me looking at him amazed, Tucker decided to explain.

"Jon got me a bottle and I've been usin' it every night before I go to bed and every morning when I get up."

"It's obviously worked."

"I almost got caught too. My mom saw the bottle on my dresser and asked why I had it, so I told her I thought it looked good there. She's also been after me all week because I was takin' longer to get ready for school in the mornin', and she threatened to come into my room to make me move faster."

"I think you can stop doing it so often and just do it at night, so your mom doesn't catch you."

"Yeah, and does this mean you can start doin' it with me now?"

"Yes, I suppose we can put you into the rotation too. Since Will went first and Gary went last, I'll do it with you the week after I do it with Gary."

"Can't I do it now?"

"I want to do it with the dildo one more week first, just to be sure you're ready, and then you can do it with me the week after that."

"It's my turn now," Jon stated as he jumped on the mattress. Then, he laid back and pulled his knees back to his chest.

Jon took it just as easy as Tucker had, so I agreed to put him into the rotation the week after Tucker. "I wish I could do it sooner, but I'll wait."

"You're not the only one who's gonna have to wait, because now we'll all have to wait an extra two weeks in between as well."

"Yeah, I didn't think about that," Jon agreed.

Nolan was in a hurry for me to do something with him now, so I got the other boys started first. Nolan took up his position at the foot of the bed, because he wanted to do it the same way to see if I could make him cum again. When he lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders, I eased forward and entered him. Nolan was really getting into it this time as was moaning loudly, so I had to remind him about keeping the noise down.

"I'll try, but it really feels good doin' it this way. I don't know why, but I keep feeling something like little shocks when you fuck me this way and it feels wonderful."

"I think that's probably my penis hitting your prostate, and I want you to enjoy it, but just try not to be so loud."

"K," he agreed, as I continued to pound his butt.

We'd been going at it a few more minutes when once again my rhythm was suddenly interrupted, but this time it happened when Nolan enjoyed another hands-free orgasm. I didn't have a problem with waiting for him when his muscles clamped down on my penis, since having this happen made him so happy. I merely waited until his muscles relaxed again, and then I continued until I blasted off in the condom and enjoyed my own release.

I was amazed that the boys seemed content after this happened and never wanted to fuck me after I'd fucked them. It looked as if having an orgasm satisfied them for the time being, and that was fine with me, as long as it was their idea. Once the others finished up, I had them clean up and get ready to leave.

As the others were heading toward the door, Gary spoke to them. "You guys can go without me. I want to talk to Mr. Roberson about somethin'."

Although they looked at him oddly, they didn't say anything and just took off. Once they were gone, Gary turned toward me. "I wanted to tell you about the place I'd called you about the other day."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"It's perfect, cuz it's really private and no one would know when we came to see you."

"Ok, so where is it?" "On River Street, between Burgett Park and St. Elizabeth's cemetery. My dad knew the guy who used to live there with his wife, and he took me with him a couple of times when he went to see him."

"I've never noticed a house there."

"That's why it so good. It sits way back, so you can't see it from the road, and since there isn't a lot of traffic on that part of River Street, I doubt anyone would see us when we came to visit you. We could also get there by going through the park or the cemetery, but I don't think we'll have to do that."

"So what's the house like?"

"The outside is stone and siding, and it's not very big, but it's not really small either. The guy bought the land when the park stopped storing their equipment there and started keeping it at the city garage. He was working as the superintendent of the cemetery at the time, so he bought the land to build a house on, cuz it would be easy for him to get to work and keep an eye on things. When he had the house built, it was just him and his wife, so the place isn't very big, but it would be perfect for you."

"So is it for rent now?"

"After the guy and his wife both died, they left it to a relative and he's been trying to sell it."

"I can't afford to buy a place."

"Since it's been for sale for a couple of years, I think he'll probably be willing to rent it, so it doesn't sit empty."

"But is there a reason no one's bought it yet?"

"My dad said it because it's small and only has two bedrooms. He says the master bedroom is a good size, but the other bedroom is small. The guy used it for his office, so that would be good for you too. My mom says nobody's bought it because there's nothin' else nearby and no one wants to live that close to a graveyard."

"I certainly don't have a problem with that."

"The other day my dad joked that it would be a great place for a drug gang, cuz no one could see what they were doin'. That's why I called you, cuz no one could see what we were doin' either. Can I take you over to see it now?"

"Not today, but I'm willing to do it next Sunday. You boys are coming over next Saturday at 3:00, so I won't have anything else to do on Sunday, and that would be a perfect time to check it out."

"Ok. I'm just glad you're willing to go see it. I think you'll love it."

"As long as the owner will be willing to rent it to me."

After Gary left, I thought about what he'd told some more, but then I decided to wait until I saw if the owner would rent it before I got too excited about it. I'd go with Gary next weekend so he could show it to me, although I could have probably found it by myself, but since he told me about it, I'd go with him. If it looked halfway decent, then I'd call the owner and try to talk him into renting it to me.

Chapter 30
A Possible Hideaway

Monday was the first of the rehearsals for Oliver! We practiced scenes one through three of Act One with the two casts after school on the first two days of the week. These practices covered the scene with the orphans at the workhouse, and the next scene was between Mr. Bumble and Widow Courney, and the third took place at the Undertaker's shop, after Mr. Bumble sold Oliver to Mr. Sowerberry.

After the practices ended and before they left to go home, I pulled Tucker and Braedon aside and told them that if they wanted to come over to my apartment again, they'd have to do it Friday after school. Neither one had a problem with doing this, and I could tell that Braedon was eager for round two.

On Wednesday and Thursday we rehearsed scenes four through six of Act One. Scene four was where Oliver meets the Artful Dodger, the next was when Oliver was introduced to Fagin and taught about the business, and the last was where Oliver joins the rest of Fagan's boys going out on a job.

I think Gina and I were both pleased and mildly optimistic when these rehearsals ended, because we saw it all starting to come together. We also agreed that we had selected the right people for the various roles, and in addition to that, Gina got to see how I had decided to play Fagin, and she seemed mildly amused.

"Even though the movie showed him to be fairly likeable, I've always thought Fagin should be portrayed as a villain," she said in between giggles.

"He might be a villain in one sense, but he's primarily a con-man who has to appear friendly enough to convince the boys to do his bidding, including Sikes. He also has to be clever enough to keep everyone off his back and prevent them from finding out that he's pilfering a few things for himself. He can't come off threatening, like Sikes, because he doesn't have the physical build or strength to back it up. Besides, he's an old man and not very intimidating, so he has to rely on his wits and his charm."

"Ok, I get it now, and I can't wait to see how this all comes together. I have to admit, though, that I've liked what I've seen so far."

I felt good knowing she approved, but I had a lot of refining left to my portrayal to make this work, such as finding the right gestures and mannerisms to fit Fagin's wily character.

Friday was the only day that I got to leave school right after the final bell, and I rushed home so I'd be there when Tucker and Braedon arrived. I had time to make the bed and grab a quick snack before they got here, and this time I left the door ajar so they could come right in.

"Mr. Roberson, did you know your door wasn't shut tight?" Braedon asked once he was inside.

"Yes, I left it that way so you wouldn't have to wait. I also did it so people wouldn't see you coming to visit me, because they might get suspicious and wonder what we're doing."

"Oh, ok. I get it now."

Even though I offered them a snack, they were too eager to get started to waste time doing anything else. We went back to the bedroom and both boys were out of their clothes before I pulled the covers back. "Wow, you two are in a hurry today," I teased.

"We like doin' this and can't wait to get started," Braedon replied.

"Yeah," Tucker added in agreement.

"So what do you want to do this time?"

"Like we did last time," Braedon quickly answered.

"Mr. Roberson, do you have any of those things to stick in our butts?" Tucker immediately followed. This let me know that he was more concerned about getting Braedon ready to join the other group.

"I do. I've had them since I was a little older than you guys, and not too long ago I ran across them in a box I was digging through while looking for something else. I placed them in my nightstand, if you want to see them."

"Yeah, I do," Tucker agreed.

"Yeah, me too," Braedon followed.

I pulled them out and laid them on the bed. "They're called dildos."

"They look like different size cocks," Braedon observed. "This one," he said while pointing at the smallest, "Is about the same size as me and Tucker. Can I touch it?"

"Yes, it's clean."

He picked it up and held it next to his penis, before holding it beside Tucker's penis. "Help us get hard so I can do that again," he added as he moved toward me.

Tucker followed his lead, so I reached a hand out toward both boys and slowly rubbed the scrotums and stroked their dicks. They firmed up very quickly, and then Braedon held the dildo next to each of them again. "See, it's the same size as us."

"Can we try having you stick that in our butts?" Tucker followed.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yeah, I want to see what it's like," Braedon responded before Tucker had a chance. Since he was so eager, I agreed to do it for him.

"Before I do this, I want to get you boys ready first. Are you ok with that?"

"Yeah, I guess. What are you gonna do?" Braedon answered, a little more hesitantly this time.

"First, I'm going to rim you, so that area is nice and slick, and then I'm going to use a finger to see how you deal with that going into your butt."

"Ok, I'll do that."

"Me too," Tucker agreed.

I thought I should do it to Braedon first, because I felt he might back out after he saw me doing it to Tucker. Since he hadn't asked what it meant when I said I was going to rim him, I assumed he thought it was something I was going to do with my finger. I lifted his legs and pushed them back to his chest, and before he could change his mind or ask what I was going to do, I dove down and began to run my tongue around his hole.

"Tucker, he's lickin' my butt hole," Braedon gasped and then giggled.

"I know. I can see that. How does it feel?"

"Funny, but kinda good."

I did that to him for a brief time and even forced my tongue inside to get him nice and loose, as well as relaxed. When I thought I'd done that long enough, I added lube to my fingers so I could insert the first one. "Push out a little, like your trying to poop."

He did, and my finger popped all the way inside. That was a good sign, so I slid it back and forth a few times. "Does that mean you're fuckin' me with your finger?"

"It's the same motion, but I'm just trying to make sure your loose. I'm going to use two fingers now, so push out again."

He did, but there was a little more resistance this time. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it kinda feels like when I put my fingers in my mouth and stretch the sides when I make a face."

"Ok, I'm glad to hear that."

Seeing he wasn't in pain, I pushed both fingers all the way in, and then I slid them back and forth a few times before I grabbed the dildo. "To keep the dildo clean, I'm going to put this protective device over it. It's called a condom or a rubber, and it's what guys use on their penis to keep from getting a girl pregnant."

"Yeah, my dad told me about that stuff, but he doesn't know I never want to do it with a girl."

I didn't comment and got the dildo ready, and then I added the lube. When I placed it at his orifice, I told him to push out again. The dildo went in without much resistance, much to my surprise. I wasn't sure why it was so easy for him, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, I slid it back and forth a few times, eliciting a giggle. "That tickles," Braedon stated.

I continued doing it a few more times, and then I withdrew the dildo. Since I didn't want Braedon to know that Tucker had done this before, I did exactly the same things to him next. Once I'd finished with both of them, Tucker spoke. "That wasn't so bad. I thought it would be a lot worse, so why don't you use the blue one on us next time."

"Yeah, I think I can do that one too," Braedon agreed.

"That's a lot bigger," I pointed out.

"I know, but I think I can do it. One time when I forgot to flush the toilet after taking a poop, my mom saw it and said it was as big as hers." I guess that might explain why he didn't have any problems today.

"Ok, I guess I could try that with you then, if you both want," I replied. "Would you like me to suck you off now?"

"Yeah, we'd like that," they both agreed.

They were soon laying next to each other again, waiting for me to begin. I licked their scrotums, and shafts first, before I swallowed their miniature organs and bobbed up and down on them. Braedon was bucking into me again, just like the last time, so he was catching on to everything a lot faster than most kids his age, at least the ones I was familiar with.

After they'd both ejaculated into my mouth, I told them to get dressed. "Next time I'll show you some other things too."

"What things?" Braedon asked, momentarily stopping what he was doing.

"I want it to be a surprise, but I'm pretty sure you're going to like it too."

"K. When can we do this next?"

"Not this Sunday, but the one after that. You can come here after we finish swimming."

"Why can't we do it this Sunday?" Braedon pressed.

"Because I have other plans."

"Ok, we'll come back then."

I believe this made him realize I had other things in my life too, not just doing things for them, so he opted not to push his luck. He and Tucker finished dressing, and then I walked them to the door and said goodbye.

"Thanks for doin' this for us," Braedon said before he left, but after I'd opened the door.

I thought about what he'd just said and tried to analyze it in case someone else had overheard. I felt it was innocuous enough that I could explain it away if anyone asked, saying he was grateful for me helping him with his lines or with his school work. However, next time we were alone I would impress upon him that he could only say things like that behind closed doors from now on.

When I woke up the next morning, I hurried to get ready to head to the Y for my workout. I was also anxious to discover if Hunter had talked to his lacrosse coach. If he had, I wondered what had been decided.

When I walked into the locker room, I found Hunter was already there. I looked at him confused, because he was alone, but he soon explained the reason to me. "I came early, cuz I wanted to talk to you before the other guys show up. The lacrosse coach said there's no way he can let me miss that many practices."

"I was afraid of that."

"Can I still be in the play?"

"I don't know how you can do that either, unless you rehearse with your group. There's songs you'll have to learn and things you'll have to do on stage. I know you don't want to hear this, but you're going to have to make a choice. You won't be able to do both."

I thought he was going to start crying, but he fought back the tears and looked up at me. "Then I wanna be in the play. That's why I came early, cuz I knew Devin and Gabe wouldn't understand."

"But they're going to find out."

"I know, but I just wanted to talk to you alone first. I was pretty sure that's what you were gonna tell me, so I'd already made up my mind. I wanted to tell you before I told them."

"Are you sure you want to do this? The musical is just a one time thing, but if you don't play lacrosse this year, it may affect you playing it in the future too."

"I know, but I'm not as good as Devin, so I'll prolly be on the bench. Since I won't be playin' very much, then I'd rather do this. Then next year I'll join the drama club, so I can do the plays with you too."

"You seem to have thought this out, but I just hope you don't regret your decision later."

"I won't, cuz I'd rather do stuff with you." I was wondering if his statement might have had other implications, but I didn't have time to follow up on that, because Devin and Gabe came into the locker room at that point.

"How come you came here alone?" Devin demanded.

"I had my mom drop me off, cuz I wanted to talk to Mr. Roberson about somethin'. I talked to the lacrosse coach and he said I couldn't miss practices to be in 'Oliver!'..."

"So you just came to tell him you won't be in the musical?" Gabe asked, cutting him off.

"No, I came to see if I could still be in 'Oliver!' if I played lacrosse, and he told me the same thing. I've decided I'd rather do that than play lacrosse, so I'm not going out for the team."

"What?" the other two boys screamed.

"I'm not gonna play lacrosse. I'd prolly spend most of my time on the bench anyway, so I'd rather do this."

Gabe and Devin were arguing with him about his decision and told him he might still end up playing instead of being on the bench, but Hunter wasn't about to change his mind. After allowing this to go on for a couple of minutes, I called a halt to their discussion.

"Let's drop this for now and get changed," I suggested. "Then, I want you two to go out to the pool while I chat with Hunter alone. We'll come out and join you to workout when we're done."

Devin and Gabe weren't happy, but they did as I asked. As soon as they were gone, I looked at Hunter and spoke. "Have you talked this over with your mom and dad?"

"There's just my mom, and she doesn't care."

"I didn't realize that, but do you mind if I ask where your dad is?"

"Don't know. Never seen him." That answered a bunch of questions for me.

"So are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Yep, I'm positive."

Seeing his mind was made up, we walked out to the pool with the others. "Are you gonna play lacrosse?" Devin asked before we got in the water.

"No," Hunter answered tersely.

"Then why are you still workin' out?" Gabe followed. "Cuz I like doin' this."

Seeing we were the only ones there except for the lifeguard, we started our workout. When we took a break after each set, Devin and Gabe tried to come up with another reason why Hunter should play lacrosse, but he wasn't giving in. They continued this approach while we were taking off our swimsuits too, but Hunter finally had enough.

"Just leave me alone. I'm not playing and you're not gonna change my mind!" Gabe started to say something else, but Hunter cut him off first. "Don't say it. Just be quiet and leave me alone."

Devin and Gabe finally took the hint and didn't bother to say anything while we were in the shower, and Hunter shared my nozzle so they couldn't get near him. That meant our penises sometimes brushed against each other, as his occasionally touched my leg, or mine came into contact with one of his arms, but he ignored it. He used me as his defensive shield, along with the sound of the water to drown out any verbal attempt on their part, even though they weren't making any.

Nothing was said while we were getting dressed either, and Hunter told them he would ask me to drive him home if they were going to start up again in the car. They promised they'd wouldn't say anything else, so he agreed to ride back with Devin and Gabe. In a way I was a little disappointed. Now that I realized he didn't have a father and probably looked at me in that way, I wanted to see where he lived. Now I'd have to wait and do that some other time.

I'd almost forgotten the other boys were coming over to the apartment and just barely beat them there. As I pulled into my parking space, they came walking out of the woods toward my car. "You're late," Jon scolded.

"Sorry, I forgot you were coming at this time."

"Yeah, it gets confusing now that we keep switchin' times," Will agreed.

They followed me over to the door and we went inside. As soon as the door was closed, Gary made an announcement. "It's my turn to have you fuck me today, and I want you to do it the same as last time."

"I will, but I'm going to use the dildo on Tucker and Jon first."

"Start with me," Jon stated, so I looked at Tucker.

"Go ahead. I went first last time." He didn't sound too happy about it, but it prevented an argument.

Neither one had any trouble this week, so when I finished doing it with them, Tucker wanted to clear the air. "So I get to do it with you next time?"

"Yes, I promised you could."

"And I get to do it with you the week after that?" Jon chimed in.

"Yes, you do."

"I like all the other guys, but it's startin' to suck that we'll have to wait so long in between doin' it with you now," Will complained.

"How do you think we felt?" Tucker challenged. "We've had to watch you doin' it with Mr. Roberson and we weren't able to for a really long time."

"Ok, you're right. I'm bein' unfair, but I just wish I could do it more with Mr. Roberson too."

"Can we split the group and come at different times?" Gary asked.

"Maybe when I get a different place, but I don't think I want my neighbors seeing you coming around that often. Remember, that's why we switched to one time a week and started rotating days."

"Yeah, ok. But I'm ready for my turn, since you've finished doing that with Tucker and Jon now."

The other four paired up and moved to the head of the bed, with Jon and Tucker choosing to be with each other. That left Nolan and Will as partners, but they didn't seem to mind either. Before long we all got started, and I was thrusting into Gary, while he was moaning like a two-bit whore.

"Quiet down," I kept telling him. "You're making too much noise."

Then I heard Will moaning while Nolan was fucking him, so I issued a similar warning to him. "Guys, quiet down or we're going to have to stop."

Gary quieted down a little, but he didn't stop until he spewed his boy cream all over his body. Will was nearly as bad, and I was in awe when he had a hands-free orgasm while Nolan fucked him, totally messing up the sheet.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roberson," Will apologize. "I didn't expect that to happen, but Nolan was doing something different this time." I instinctively looked at Nolan next.

"Instead of being on my knees while I was fucking him, I stood on the mattress and squatted down a bit. I guess that must have changed the angle, kinda like you did when you changed positions with us."

I hadn't really noticed, since I was so busy trying to quiet Gary down and they were on the far side of the bed, partially blocked by the other pair. I merely went to get a towel to clean it up the mess, but fortunately they'd already switched and finished up. I merely tossed the towel to Gary, pulled the sheets off the bed, and threw them in the dirty laundry as the boys were getting dressed. Then, I walked them to the door, as soon as I'd put my clothes on too.

Once the boys were gone, I spent my time looking forward to the upcoming week and planning what I wanted to accomplish at the practices. I also studied my lines, since I didn't want to set a bad example by messing up. I did that until bedtime and then I prepared for a good night's sleep.

After waking up the next morning, I studied my lines while I ate breakfast, including the hour after I'd finished. When I noticed it was time to start getting ready to go to the Y to meet with the boys, I went in to brush my teeth and then I got dressed. I left so I'd get to the Y ahead of the boys again, and then I sat in the locker room and waited for them to arrive.

They were all in a fairly good mood, especially Braedon. He kept staring at me, and when I'd look up he'd break into a huge grin. As he was getting undressed I was afraid he'd start boning up again, but it didn't happen, for which I was grateful, because I didn't want that to happen in front of Nigel and Rory.

Once we had our swimsuits on, we went out to the pool and spent the next two hours playing around, just like we did every week. I kept an eye on Braedon while he was showering too, but once again he didn't get hard. I was beginning to think the previous week had just been a fluke when he whispered to me.

"I jerked off twice before comin' today so it wouldn't happen again."

I didn't realize he knew I'd seen what happened the previous week, but obviously he had. In order to prevent it from happening again, he took the situation in hand and did what he could to make sure it didn't happen again. Once we were all dressed, I said goodbye to the boys and took off.

Gary hadn't said anything, but I knew he would be over fairly soon, so I went back to the apartment to wait for him. He showed up about thirty minutes later.

"Ok, I'll show you were to go," he said after I opened the door when he knocked. We went directly to my car, got in, and took off. "Do you know where River Street is?"

"I do, but it's a pretty long street, since it runs along side of the river on that side of town."

"I know, but we want the part between Elm and Maple Street."

"Ok, I know where I'm going then." Once I crossed over Elm, Gary spoke again.

"Slow down. You're gonna make a left up here. Right there," he said while pointing at a macadam path that looked like it belonged on a golf course for the golf carts.

I pulled down it and it turned out to be a long driveway that led back to a small ranch style house. As Gary had said, the bottom appeared to be stone, but I immediately recognized it was just a decorative front against a wood frame home. The top half was covered with white, vinyl siding, and the roof appeared to have a few good years left on it. There was also a detached two-car garage with a double-wide overhead door on tracks. Although it was locked, I could tell it was wide enough for my car with enough extra space for storage.

We then walked around the exterior and I soon discovered it was built in a U-shape, since there was an elongated wing on both sides. I tried to peek in the windows but couldn't make out very much, so Gary offered to show how much property was included. On the side against the park, there was a four-foot high chain-link fence with signs facing the park. I lifted Gary over the fence to see what the sign said, and he told me it read. "End of Park, Private Property Beyond."

"I think I remember my dad sayin' somethin' about the guy gripin' about the kids comin' on his property from the park, so the city musta put the fence up to keep them out."

"I'm surprised it's so short. I would have expected it to be six-feet high."

"I think they made it shorter so the deer could jump over it without getting knocked out or catching their antlers on the branches hanging down from the trees." I wasn't sure how accurate his explanation was, but I didn't argue with him.

On the other side of the property there was a cinderblock wall built against the embankment. The cemetery had obviously dug part of the bank away and then built the wall to shore it up, thus making it harder for someone to climb up to get into the cemetery that way. Either that, or it was meant to discourage others from going onto private property, since it was quite a formidable drop down. After considering the owner of the house had also been the superintendent of the cemetery, I began to think the later reason was more likely. However, Gary showed me a place near the back of the property where there was no wall and the angle of the bank was easily passable, but that was a long way from the house.

"See, we can get here either thru the cemetery using this, or from the park by climbing the fence."

"It wouldn't exactly be easy for you to come visit using either of those ways, but it is pretty secluded and I doubt anyone would think twice if they saw you riding your bikes back here, since you can't exactly see the house from the street."

"So what do you think? Would this be great or what?"

"I'll admit that it has a lot of advantages, but I want to see the inside of the house and the garage first, before I'll even consider making a decision. Do you know how I can get a hold of the owner?"

"Yeah, there used to be a sign next to the road with his phone number on it, and I'll bet it's still there somewhere."

On the way out I stopped long enough to locate the sign and I took a picture of it with my cell phone to call later. Then, I asked Gary if he could show me how to get to the street where they always parked their bikes.

"Yeah, I can do that too, and I can also tell you how to get back to the apartment complex from there."

"Then guide me to that location and I'll drop you off to get your bike."

He did what I asked and showed me how to get there, but he also explained how to get back to the apartment from there too. I said goodbye to him as he got out of the car, and I thanked him for his help. Then I watched as he pedaled away, and then I made my way back to my apartment.

Chapter 31
Let's Make a Deal

I'd just got back from dropping Gary off at his bike, and was on my way to my apartment when Jennifer came outside. "Hi, Marshall. How are things going?" she greeted me.

"Not bad. What are you up to?"

"I'm just going out for a brisk walk," she said, and I noticed she was in a jogging suit and was wearing athletic shoes.

"Exercise is always good. I like to get mine by swimming."

"That's good cardio too." She hesitated a second before she spoke again. "Marshall, I have a question for you. Were one of the boys sick yesterday? I thought I heard some moaning coming from your apartment."

Needless to say, I was in shock, but I had to come up with something quickly. "I'll bet you heard some sobbing too," I countered. "I was doing some role playing with the boys, hoping to get them to identify with the characters in the musical. First, I asked them to show me how they would feel if their parents had died, without using words. Of course, the first thing they thought of was crying and looking sad."

"Very interesting, but why where they moaning?"

"They did that when I asked them to show me, again without using words, how they would feel if they never got enough to eat, and when they were fed all they ever got was gruel."

"And they knew what gruel was?"

"No, I had to tell them it was like plain oatmeal. That's when they began to moan and rub their bellies, to let me know their stomachs were empty and hurting."

"Ok, now I understand what was going on. So you think they have to identify with what the characters are feeling to play the roles?"

"Yes, especially the orphans. They can't be all bright and cheery when their lives have been miserable and they're in pain."

"The boys are lucky to have you to teach them those things. Well, I'd better get started on my walk, because I don't want it to take all day."

"Ok, have fun and enjoy."

She took off at a very brisk pace, while I hurried inside my apartment, shaking like a leaf. Damn, I told the boys they had to keep the noise down, because now she appears to be suspicious. Was it possible that she could tell the difference between moaning caused by being hungry, as opposed to when they were being sexually satisfied? Did she realize I was lying through my teeth?

I was kind of proud of myself for coming up with that story with so little time to think, but did she buy it? Did she accept what I told her, or did she see right through the charade? Damn, I'm going to have to tell the boys about this and maybe even have them stop coming over for a while. No, I can't do that either, because it would probably make her even more suspicious if they suddenly stopped showing up after she mentioned this. Fuck! This was really difficult and scary.

Whatever I was thinking about doing earlier was now forgotten. My thoughts were consumed with what Jennifer and Duane might be thinking. Even worse, who else did they tell about this? Was my world about to crash and burn? Or did she believe what I'd just told her?

I was planning on grabbing a bite to eat when I got back, but now my stomach was in knots and I knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything now. Shit! Was this going to be the end of my teaching career, just as it was getting started? I had to calm myself down.

I suddenly thought that I shouldn't overreact and should wait until I saw how see acted toward me the next time we ran into each other. I wanted to see if she was acting suspicious, or if she'd bought my explanation. I did my best to calm down, but it just wasn't working. Instead, I kept seeing law enforcement showing up at my door and hauling me away. I also imagined the police streaming into the school and questioning all the boys about what they'd been doing when they were with me. Would they tell? Would the cops threaten them until they gave me up?

I thought that maybe if I worked on my lesson plans I'd quit worrying, but I couldn't concentrate on anything else. That's when I had another thought. Was I turning into a real life Fagin? Had I conned the boys into thinking this was what they wanted to do? Was I conning others in order to avoid being arrested? Was I going to come to the same bad end as Fagin?

When dinnertime rolled around I still didn't feel as if I could eat anything, so I wondered if Jennifer would hear some more moaning coming from my apartment, but this time from me – due to my hunger pangs? However, I was able to manage drinking some milk instead, since I knew it was important to stay hydrated, but even that was difficult to get down. My throat was so tight that it was hard to swallow and I nearly choked. After that, I merely took sips from the glass.

I had difficulty sleeping that night as well, and tossed and turned for quite a while. When I was able to doze off, I experienced troubling dreams, so I was tired and cranky when the alarm went off in the morning. I thought about calling into work sick, but I wanted to get out of the apartment, so I got ready to go to work.

As I was getting dressed, I remembered we had a rehearsal later and I would need to be there for that as well, since Fagin played a rather large role in the second act. I sucked it up, tried to force down some breakfast, and then headed into work.

After signing in quickly, I went straight to my classroom. I wanted to avoid as many others as possible, so they wouldn't be able to ask any questions about why I appeared in such bad shape. The kids asked about it, though, but I was able to brush them off for the most part. Then, I stayed in the room during the lunch hour, as I hid from the rest of the world.

That luxury ended when the final bell rang, because I knew Gina would be at the rehearsal too. I tried to avoid her for as long as I could, but when she saw me, she made a comment.

"Marshall, you look terrible. What's wrong?"

"I just haven't been feeling well."

"Why don't you go home and rest then. I can handle this."

"Can you play Fagin too? He's in these scenes."

"Then let's get started so we can get you out of here as quickly as we can."

We were doing the first three scenes from Act Two, and the first one was at the Inn where Fagin, Sikes, and Nancy were discussing what might happen now that Oliver had been caught. The next scene was at Mr. Brownlow's house after Oliver was taken there, and the final scene was at Fagin's hideout where Fagin and the others made plans to kidnap Oliver to prevent him from snitching on them.

The practice went fairly well, although I wasn't really up to it and didn't do a very good job as Fagin, but everyone gave me a free pass for today, after Gina explained I wasn't feeling well. As soon as we were done, I left, tired and starving.

I hadn't had much to eat over the past 24-hours, but I didn't think I had the strength to fix anything either, so I stopped at the diner on the way back. I felt a little better after finally putting something in my stomach, and then I went to the apartment planning to go to bed early. Fortunately, I didn't see anyone between the parking lot and the front door, so I went inside, shut the door, and started my nightly ritual. Then I turned in, trying to make up for the previous night.

I slept better this time, although my slumber was still plagued by some fairly unsettling dreams. Since I'd been in bed for about twelve hours, I managed to get enough rest so I not only looked better, but I was able to function better as well. We were also rehearsing the same scenes from Act Two, but with the other cast this time, so I was able to make up for my miserable showing the previous day.

I saw Jennifer staring out her window when I got to the apartment later, so I waved at her, but her presence gave me an unsettling feeling. Did she just happen to be looking out her window, or was she watching to see who else was with me? I quickly pushed that thought from my mind, unlocked the door, and went inside.

I once again began to question whether I should stop the boys from coming over this weekend, but I concluded it might cause even more suspicion on Jennifer's part. I'd just tell the boys about what had happened and emphasize that they needed to be much quieter from now on, or we'd have to stop having sex. That made me feel a little better, but I was unable to shake the thought that she might have already told others about her suspicions.

Wednesday and Thursday were almost identical, because both casts were rehearsing the final three scenes from Act Two. The first of the scenes was back at the workhouse, when Brownlow went there trying to find out about Oliver's parentage. The next scene took place at Brownlow's home, when Nancy went there to request that he be at the London Bridge at midnight so she could give Oliver back to him. The final scene took place at London Bridge, when Sikes kills Nancy, the police kill Sikes, and then Fagin and the boys all take off as they attempt to escape before they get picked up by the cops. This meant the week was nearly over, which would usually have made me happy, but this time I was worried about something going wrong.

By the time school ended on Friday, I was conflicted about how I was thinking about the weekend. I was looking forward to swimming with the three boys the next morning, although I was wondering if they'd forgiven Hunter for deciding not to try out for the lacrosse team. The tryouts were being held throughout the week, and since I had seen Hunter at the rehearsals and he seemed happy to be part of the cast, I was still concerned. Even if he decided to change his mind now, it was probably too late to go out for the team.

Tucker and Braedon were supposed to come over at 3:00 tomorrow as well, and I knew they wanted to continue doing things with me, but was it too dangerous to do that with them now? If Jennifer saw them arriving, would she be listening to see if she heard anything out of the ordinary, as she attempted to determine if we were doing anything illegal? I wasn't sure, but we'd have to be careful.

When I went to bed that night, I was wondering what I was going to be facing the next day. Would it still be enjoyable, which it would have been if Jennifer hadn't asked me about the previous week, or would it be a total disaster? I guess the only way I was going to find out was to wait and see what happened.

When I got to the Y, Hunter was the only one in the locker room when I arrived. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I soon discovered why the other two were missing.

"Where's Devin and Gabe?"

"They had lacrosse practice this morning, and they probably will have until the season starts."

"So it will be just you and me?"

"Yep, it's just us."

He had a huge grin on his face as he said this, and then he began to undress. He was facing me as he was doing this, and he kept glancing up to see what I was doing too, but I think he liked the idea of having me all to himself. As soon as he was naked, he decided to ask me a question.

"Mr. Roberson, have I been doin' alright when we practice?"

"Yes, Hunter, you've been doing fine."

"K, I just wanted to make sure."

As he was telling me this, his penis was starting to rise. I tried to ignore what was happening, but he drew my attention to it.

"I don't know why this keeps happenin' to me, since it's just the two of us here."

"You're a teenager, and you can't always control that thing. Sometimes it has a mind of its own."

"Yep, it sure does."

He was in no hurry to cover it though, and since I was afraid that looking at his penis was going to cause me to have an erection too, I hurried and put my swimsuit on. When he saw me doing that, he put his on as well, but I think he did it so I wouldn't go out to the pool without him.

We went through our normal workout, and Hunter was keeping up with me, even if I was giving it my all. When we stopped for our second rest break, I looked up and saw the lifeguard smile at us, and then he spoke.

"There aren't as many of you today."

"The other two had lacrosse practice." He nodded and we didn't say anything else.

When we finished the final set, we went to the locker room and rested for a couple of minutes first, before we undressed and headed to the shower. Hunter took the shower next to mine this time, rather than the one across from me, and after a few minutes I noticed he had a full-blown erection.

"It's doin' it again," he said when he saw that I'd noticed.

"So it is."

I didn't elaborate on it, because I wasn't sure how he'd respond and we were in a public area. He just kept rinsing off, while never turning away, and then he turned his shower off as soon as I turned off the one I was using. We then walked back to our lockers with his penis pointing the way.

Once we were dressed, I said goodbye to Hunter, but then I felt I should ask him a question. "How are you getting home?"

"I have to call my mom."

"No sense in doing that, because I can give you a ride instead."

He smiled and threw his arms around my waist, as he gave me a big hug. "Thanks, that's really nice of you. I like you a lot and I'm glad you're willing to do all these things for me."

"It's not a problem and I'm glad I can help."

When Hunter told me his address, I realized he lived in an older, and once stately, section of the city, one that now wasn't taken care of as well as it should. When I pulled up in front of the house, I noticed it was quite a large building and in need of painting and a few other repairs.

"Do you guys own this place?"

"Nah, we rent. There's four apartments, two on the first floor and two on the second. We live on the first floor on the right side."

"I see. Well take care and I'm glad I could help."

I don't think he wanted to get out of the car, but he finally did, and then he turned and waved as I drove off. I'd learned a lot about him now, including where he lived and that his father had never been part of his life, but I was curious about what his mother did for a living. I knew it wasn't easy for a single parent, especially a single mother, so I'd have to see if there was a way I could help.

I still had plenty of time before Tucker and Braedon showed up, so I fixed something for lunch. As I was eating, I had another thought about how I could keep Jennifer from hearing anything that would make her suspicious. I got out my laptop and set it up on the end stand next to the sofa, ready for the boys to arrive.

As it got closer to 3:00, I went over and left the door ajar so the boys wouldn't have to wait before entering. I heard a single knock, saw the door swing open, and the two boys came inside. Tucker made sure to shut the door behind them, as Braedon was walking toward me as I sat on the sofa.

"Hi, Mr. Roberson. Can we do like we did last time?"

"Sure, if that's what you want. I'll go get the things we'll need from my bedroom, because we're going to do it in here this time."

"How come?"

"So I can mask any noise you boys make, and it will be less noticeable if I do it while we're in the living room."

"Oh, ok."

Braedon and Tucker began to take their clothes off as I went to get the dildos, condoms, and lube, and they were totally naked when I returned. After setting the things I'd brought back with me on the end stand, I pulled up YouTube on my laptop, found a theatrical recording of Oliver and began playing it at a fairly loud volume, but not blaring. That should cover any noise the boys made and would seem appropriate, since I was working with them on this musical.

Braedon wanted to go first again, so I rimmed him and used the smallest dildo on him first. When I finished doing that, he looked up at me and spoke. "Use the next one on me too!"

"Are you sure. That one's much bigger."

"It's ok. I'm pretty sure I can do it."

I prepared the blue dildo for him next, and he only appeared to have minor discomfort as I eased it into his rectum. After watching how the other boys had reacted to doing this, his ease at accepting it was highly unusual, and I wasn't sure shitting big turds would account for this. Was he already using something on himself? I didn't know for sure, but now I was suspicious.

Once I finished doing that with Braedon, I sucked him off, and then I did the same thing with Tucker. Since Braedon didn't have much trouble with the blue dildo, Tucker didn't feel he had to pretend to either, so it went smoothly and quickly. I then took the dildos and other items back to my bedroom while the boys were getting dressed.

"I thought you were gonna show us some other stuff today," Braedon stated when I returned.

"You're right, and I forgot. I'll try to remember doing that next time."

He seemed fine with that, so we sat and talked for a while next, with the musical still playing in the background, although it was a different recording. It had worked out well, so it was what I'd do tomorrow too, when the other boys were here.

When these two were finally ready to leave, Braedon gave me a hug as he was saying goodbye, so Tucker did the same thing. Then I watched as they walked across the parking lot and disappeared over the hill.

I was sitting and relaxing as I thought about what we'd just done when I suddenly had another thought. I pulled up the photo I'd taken of the sign that was in front of the house and dialed the number. The call was answered on the third ring.

"Are you the person who owns the house on River Street, between the park and the cemetery?"

"Yes, my uncle left it to me when he died."

"I looked at the exterior the other day and I'm interested in seeing the interior. Would you be able to meet me sometime to show it to me?"

"I'd love to do that. When did you have in mind?"

"Whenever is convenient for you."

"I can leave now and be there in twenty minutes. Would that work for you?"

"Sounds good, so I'll meet you there."

I was somewhat amazed that he was willing to do this so quickly, so maybe he was desperate. If that was the case, then this might work out in my favor. I left the apartment and drove over to that location, knowing I'd arrive before he did. I pulled up in front of the garage, turned off the engine, and waited. He showed up a few minutes later.

"I hope I didn't hold you up?"

"No, not at all."

"I'm going to warn you that the house has been vacant for three years and I only go inside occasionally to make sure things are alright. I usually do that on one of my trips when I mow the lawn or do other things around here."

"It's not a problem."

He then led me inside so I could look around. After passing through the front door, I found myself in a small foyer, with a coat closet on the left side, and the dining room off to the right. There was also an archway straight ahead that I soon discovered led to the kitchen. As I entered the dining room I immediately noticed the hardwood floors, and they seemed to be in fairly good condition. There was also a nice looking cherry table with six chairs, along with a matching china cabinet. I also noticed there was a long, narrow opening between the dining room and the kitchen where items could be passed through.

After we walked through the dining room, we entered a long living room that extended beyond the kitchen. It also had hardwood floors, and at the very back was a pair of French doors with large windows in each one, and beyond that was an enclosed patio that now served as a sun room. It had windows on the three exterior walls that allowed plenty of sunlight inside, and it also had indoor-outdoor carpeting over the concrete slab.

Then I went back to inspect the large, stone fireplace that was located in the center of the exterior wall of the living room. It was comprised of a stone hearth, a stone mantle, and a stone chimney and it was a very impressive focal point of the room. There were also a few pieces of furniture scattered about, which included a leather recliner, a comfortable looking chair, and a sectional sofa. That was comprised of two straight sections about the length of a love seat and a corner piece with a rounded back. It was located at one end of the living room, and I surmised these things must have belonged to the previous owner.

When I turned to inspect the opposite wall, I discovered an opening into the kitchen. As I went in to inspect that area, I noticed a large refrigerator with the door propped open, a gas stove, and a built in dishwasher. There was also plenty of cupboards and counter space, and there was a large window above the double sink that allowed for plenty of natural light and overlooked the backyard.

We then returned to the foyer on our way to the other side of the house. In the front corner on that side was a large master bedroom, and there was still a bed, dresser, and chest of drawers in there. As we walked down the hallway in that wing, I noticed a gap in the wall on the left hand side, just beyond the master bedroom. That opening led into a short hallway that led to an exterior door. Across from that short hallway was a huge bathroom, with a tub and a large shower.

"My uncle had the shower installed well after the rest of the house had been built, when his wife became ill. It was easier for him to take her in there, have her sit on a stool, and then he could wash her, rather than trying to lift her in and out of the tub. That's why it's so large too, so he could move around while he was washing her."

"Makes sense to me, and I prefer a shower anyway."

Just past the bathroom was the laundry room, which contained an older washer and dryer, along with a utility sink and cupboard above the washer and dryer for storage. Across the hall from the laundry room was the smaller bedroom that I'd been told the owner used as an office. When I looked inside, I noticed a desk and a couple of tall bookcases. After having looked around, it appeared as if the current owner had merely removed their clothing and personal items, while leaving the furniture where it was.

"So what do you think? Are you interested in this place?"

"May I see the garage first?"

"Of course." He then led me out the side door to the detached garage. He'd grabbed the remote on the way out and used it to open the overhead door. The garage was slightly larger than the typical two car garage, and beside an open space where the owner's car had most likely been parked, there was an old John Deere lawn tractor and an assortment of other tools.

"So what do you think?"

"I'm interested, but my lease doesn't run out until June 1st."

"No problem, because it will probably take that long to close."

"Look, I'm not ready to purchase a home yet, because I just started teaching and haven't had a chance to set aside a down payment. Since it's been empty for quite a while, I thought you might be willing to rent it for now."

"I'd prefer to sell it, so would you be interested in a rent to own contract? I'm tired on paying the taxes out of my pocket and running over here to take care of the yard and check on things."

"I hadn't thought about the idea of renting to own, but that would work for me too."

"If you're willing to take care of the property, including the yard work so I won't have to come over here to do it, I'll give you a better deal on the rent."

"That wouldn't be a problem at all and I'd be happy to do that for you."

"And we can split the costs of any repairs that might be needed while you're renting. You can just have the problem taken care of and keep the bill to show me, and I'll reimburse you for half. In fact, you could probably just deduct it from your next rent payment."

"That sounds fair. What if I want to paint some of the rooms?"

"Feel free, but you'll have to buy the paint yourself. You can even keep any of the furniture you want, because my wife and I have taken everything we wanted. In fact, I don't mind if you want to move in before June either, and we won't start the rent payments until then. I'll even rent one of those huge garbage containers for you to use too, and then you can clean out the place and throw away anything you don't want to keep. That will save me from having to do that too."

"It sounds good, but we haven't talked about an amount yet."

He quickly told me what he'd rent the place for, seeing I'd agreed to take care of everything, along with the percentage of the rent that would go toward the down payment. We also agreed on a sale price for the house, for when I was ready to buy, and he said he'd make it for a ten-year term. At the end of that time I could either seek funding to purchase the property or merely walk away, but I wouldn't get any money back.

"Ok, I'll do it."

"Then I'll have the lawyer who handled my uncle's estate draw up a contract. Give me your name and phone number, and then I or the lawyer will call you when it's ready to be signed. We'll probably have to do that in his office, and I'll give you the keys at that time."

"Sounds great. Thank you."

We then shook hands and I gave him my name and phone number. I was excited, and couldn't wait to tell the boys, especially Gary, since he was instrumental in helping me find this place.

Chapter 32
A New Beginning

I was excited as I drove back to the apartment, because I might have found a way of getting out of this place and away from prying eyes (and ears). Hopefully, this should take care of any problems I was anticipating and I'd be able to convince some of the people I work with to help me move. After a week of having a queasy stomach and my nerves on edge, I might finally be able to relax and put this situation behind me.

I already began to look forward to seeing the boys the next day, so I could tell them the good news. There would be a lot of work to do, but if it meant I would gain some privacy so I could be with the boys, it would be well worth it.

After having some restless nights with little sleep, I slept peacefully on Saturday night and awoke refreshed the next morning. I even went out for brunch to celebrate my good fortune, and I took my gym bag with me so I wouldn't have to go back to the apartment first. I wouldn't tell the boys about this just yet, and I'd wait until they came over after we finished swimming, but I was certain they'd be as excited about this as I was.

I got to the Y pretty early and sat on the bench waiting for the boys to show up. They arrived several minutes later, and we were still exchanging hellos when Rory and Nigel showed up. They didn't look happy, and I had no idea why, but I figured we'd probably find out the reason for their melancholy before long, and I was right.

"Our mom doesn't want to keep bringing us here each week," Nigel explained in a weak, halting voice.

"Yeah, she says it takes up too much of her time and uses too much gas, because it's not that close to where we live now," Rory added.

The boys told them they were sorry to hear this and asked if there might be another solution. "Not unless you want to come to a place that's closer to where we live, but then your parents would probably feel the same way."

"Yeah, my mom probably would, since she drives us all here," Nolan concurred. "We've enjoyed spending time with you again and we'll miss you if you can't come here any more. Maybe we can figure out something else later."

"Thanks, and I hope we can do that," Nigel responded. "We're gonna miss you guys too. This has been fun and we even liked havin' your teacher do this with us too."

"I'm gonna keep trying to change Mom's mind, but she can be pretty stubborn about stuff like this," Rory added.

We changed and went out to spend time in the pool with each other, but it wasn't as much fun as usual, which was due to the boys being so morose and somber since none of us were sure if we'd see the twins again. We played tag, but the boys only seemed to be going through the motions, primarily the twins and the boys who were closest to them. Braedon, Tucker, and Jon seemed to show a little more life than the others, but they tried to keep from appearing to be having too much fun, since they knew the others were slightly bummed out.

We stopped earlier than normal too, since most of the boys didn't seem to be having much fun, and the boys were trying to figure out if there was something else they could do to help Nigel and Rory as they showered. They tossed around several ideas, but couldn't agree on anything, and after we got dressed again, we said goodbye to the twins, not knowing if we'd see them again.

I wanted to say something to the others before I left, but since Braedon wouldn't be coming to my place with the rest of the group, I decided to wait. I'd tell them the good news when they showed up later, hoping that might perk them up again.

When I got to the apartment, I brought out the things we would need and took them to the living room, because we'd do everything there this time. However, I placed the items where no one else would see them, in case someone else showed up, and I also had my laptop ready to play the recordings of Oliver. I chose to do it in the living room this time, because I didn't want the neighbors to realize the music was being played in the bedroom while the boys were here.

They showed up about forty-five minutes later, and most of them were still dragging as they came inside. I felt I would tell them the good news immediately, hoping it would perk them up.

"Guys, come in here and sit down. I have something I want to tell you." They did as I asked, but they were all looking at me oddly. I waited until they were all comfortable before I began. "Gary took me to see a house last weekend, and I called the owner yesterday and went to check it out. I'm just waiting to hear from his lawyer, who is drawing up a contract, but it looks like I'll be moving there."

"Really? When? And where is it?" they pretty much blurted out in unison.

"That depends on when I sign the agreement, but he's agreed to give me immediate access as soon as I do. The place will need to be cleaned first, since it hasn't been lived in for a while, but I might be able to move in as early as May."

They all began to cheer, and suddenly the long faces they'd arrived with were now being replaced with smiles. When they began to quiet down again, Gary looked at me and spoke.

"We're on spring break, in a couple of weeks, so what if we help you clean up the place. Could you move in sooner if we do that?" The other boys were all agreeing that they'd help me clean the house too.

"It's possible, but I'll need to ask some of the people I work with if they'll help me move first."

"We can help you do that too." The boys were all agreeing about doing that as well. "We're all pretty strong, and you don't have very much to move anyway, so we can help you do it."

"You're right, I don't have very much, and I'd really appreciate if you guys would be willing to help." They all agreed they'd be happy too, so I was a step closer to pulling this off.

Since the other boys wanted to know where the house was, Gary told them all about it. They said that wouldn't be any farther for them to travel to get to see me, but it was in the opposite direction from their house than where I lived now. They even said they were going to go over there next weekend to check it out, and I told them I thought it would be alright, but I would like them to tell me in advance before they did it. They said they would, so I'd soon be getting their reaction to what they thought about the place too.

"If we help you clean up the place, do you think we might be able to do other stuff too?" Will asked.

"I suppose we could do that, as my way of thanking you for your help, and I'll make sure to take all that stuff with me so we'll have it to use."

"And does this mean we'll be able to come over on Saturday and Sunday again," Jon followed.

"I suppose we could do that too, seeing its so isolated."

"How about Friday, Saturday, and Sunday then," Nolan asked next.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I joked, but Tucker took me seriously.

"No, we just want to be with you as much as we can," he responded.

"I know. That was a joke, and I might be able to let you come over on Friday after school too." That led to another round of cheers.

"The noise level just reminded me of something else. After I got back from checking on this place with Gary last Sunday, I ran into Jennifer when I got back. She wanted to know if one of you boys had been ill the day before, because she heard some moaning coming from the apartment."

"That was Gary and Will," Jon stated as he gave each one a dirty look.

"What did you tell her?" Nolan wondered.

"I told her I was role playing with you boys. I said she might have heard some crying first, because I asked you to show me how you would feel if your parents died, without using words. Then, I said I asked you to show how you'd feel if you were never given enough to eat and were only given gruel, so that's why you boys were moaning."

"Good thinking, but what's gruel?" Will asked. "They used that word in the movie too."

"Gruel is kind of cereal, sort of like a plain oatmeal."

"You mean without brown sugar or syrup?" Jon asked.

"Yes."

"That would be awful," Jon responded.

"But that's basically what the orphans got in Oliver!"

"I wouldn't want to be an orphan then," Tucker confirmed.

"Ok, I think we're getting off track now. The point I was trying to make is that if we do anything else while I'm still in this apartment, then you'll have to be a lot quieter than you have been."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Gary replied.

"I am too," Will agreed.

"And we'll all be quieter from now on," the others agreed.

"Are we gonna do somethin' now, cuz it's my turn to be with you?" Tucker wondered, and his expression told me he was afraid I was going to say 'no' because of what I just talked about. "This will be my first time with you and I don't want to miss out."

"I know, and we'll do it, but we'll do it in here this time. I'm going to play the sound track of 'Oliver!' at the same time, to help drown out any other noises."

"Good idea," they agreed.

I cued up the recording while the boys were getting undressed, and I carried in some towels when I got the condoms and lube out so we could get started. "Just put the towels under you, in case there are more accidents," I urged.

After I'd undressed too, I had Tucker get on the sofa, with his butt at the edge of the cushion, and I got on my knees on the floor. After I rimmed him first, I lubed him up and stretch him out, and then I asked if he was ready.

"Yeah, I've been ready to do this for weeks," he answered.

Seeing it didn't appear that he was going to back out, I inched my way forward and began to push my way into his bowels. "Uhhh, uhhh," he grunted as my penis penetrated his sphincter.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO! I'm gonna do this."

I continued sliding farther into him, but this time I heard him sigh. Once my thighs were touching his butt cheeks, I waited briefly before I began my thrusting motions. "This is a lot better than the dildo. Your dick doesn't feel as hard, and it's warm too."

"Oh, it's pretty warm inside you too," I agreed.

I continued to slide in and out of Tucker for the next fifteen or twenty minutes before I had my orgasm and filled the condom with my fluids. As I withdrew from him, Tucker looked at me, smiled, and spoke.

"I liked you doin' this to me, and it felt better than when the other guys fuck me, but I was hoping you'd make me cum."

"You're ejaculate is still pretty clear, so it's possible your not quite mature enough for that to happen yet."

"Oh," was all he responded.

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Yeah, cuz I didn't cum."

I helped him get ready and then he took his turn. I could tell he was happy that I'd finally fucked him, and I was still concentrating on Tucker when Jon turned to me and spoke. "Next time you're doing it to me."

"Yes, I am."

Once we were done, we cleaned up, got dressed, and then the boys wanted to talk more about the new place. They seemed to be just as excited about it as I was, probably because they were hoping it meant they could spend more time with me. I also took time to explain what the place looked like, and even though it would be considered small for a house, there would be twice as much room as in my apartment.

When the boys left they were all in a good mood, and each one said he'd see me at his next rehearsal. This week we were doing all of Act One on Monday and Tuesday, and then we were doing all of Act Two on Wednesday and Thursday. I was interested in seeing how all of this was coming together.

Monday's rehearsal went quite well, and I was expecting Tuesday's to go the same way. I always turned my phone off when I was at school, and when I turned it on to check my messages before I went to lunch on Tuesday, I discovered I had a message from a number I didn't know. After listening to it, I discovered it was from the owner's lawyer and he wanted me to call him back. I immediately dialed the number he'd left to see what he wanted.

"Mr. Roberson, my name is Peter Morgan and my client asked me to draw up a contract so you'd be able to 'lease to own' one of his properties. If you will give me your email address, I'll send you a copy of the contract to look over, and we can also schedule a time for you to come to the office to sign it later in the week."

"I have a pretty busy schedule, because I'm currently involved in a number of things, but I could come in during my lunch hour on Friday or early Saturday morning to sign it."

We quickly agreed on lunch time on Friday. "Just call me if you find anything in the contract that you have a problem with."

"I will, and thank you."

I was on cloud-nine for the rest of the day, because I might have the keys to the house by Friday. That meant I'd have the weekend and the entire next week to get it ready so I could move in. Depending on how much help the boys were, I might even be able to move in before I returned to school after the break. I was almost unable to contain my excitement.

Rehearsal went really well that afternoon, and Gina noticed the changed in my demeanor. "Marshall, what's up with you today? You seem to be a bit distracted, although in a good way."

"I got a call today that my offer has been accepted on a new place. It looks like I'm going to be moving?"

"Are you buying a house?"

"Sort of. It's a rent to own contract, because I didn't have a down payment, but I'm still excited."

"Congratulations. Now I understand why you're acting differently today."

"I hope I wasn't affecting the rehearsal."

"You were hitting your cues and delivering your lines, but you seemed to be oblivious to everything else going on around you. It wasn't a problem and didn't affect anything while you were playing Fagin, it's just that you seemed to be in another world when you weren't doing that, seeing he wasn't in every scene."

"Yes, I suppose I was, but it's just for today."

"Don't worry about it, and I understand."

The boys who were at Tuesday's rehearsal noticed it to, and they even heard a little of my conversation with Gina. That got them excited too, so they asked me about it after we finished rehearsing.

"So you got the house?" Nolan wanted to know.

"I'll sign the contract on Friday."

"Then we'll meet you there on Saturday so we can see it. We'll also help you clean up and then we can do other stuff there. We'll come over on Sunday too, and all of next week, cuz we don't have school."

"I appreciate that, and the timing couldn't be better. It means I'll definitely be out of my apartment by the end of the month. I'll still have to pay the rent on the apartment for May, but the owner of the house agreed not to charge me anything until June, so this will work out great."

"We'll tell the other guys too, so they'll know we'll all be busy helpin' you."

"Ok, that sounds good. I've got to get going now, because I have things to do to get ready."

After I left the rehearsal, I drove over to the hardware store to buy supplies. I bought three buckets, a couple packages of sponges, household cleaners, furniture polish, and several Swiffer products so I could sweep, mop, and dust the house. I stored those items in the trunk of my car for when I'd need them, and then I went back to the apartment to dig up some other items I'd need. I pulled out some old undershirts and cut up a couple of old towels into usable sizes as cleaning rags, and then I took those out to the car and placed them in one of the buckets as well. I felt I now had everything I'd need to get started with the cleanup.

On Wednesday during my lunch period, I took time to make a couple of calls. The first was to have someone come over to the house to spray for bugs, since it had been closed up for so long. They agreed to meet me after rehearsal on Thursday, which worked out fine. I also called to have the utilities put into my name and connected, so we would be able to work late cleaning the place, and we'd have water to clean with. I was told everything would be connected either on Friday or early Saturday morning, so this was going to work out perfectly.

Wednesday and Thursday's practices went well too, and some of the boys wanted to know if they could meet me at the house on Friday after school so we could get started. However, Braedon and Tucker were supposed to come to my apartment then, so I told them I had other things to do and I'd see them at the house Saturday afternoon, after I finished my workout at the Y. They weren't exactly happy about having to wait, but since they'd be helping me Saturday and Sunday afternoon, as well as all of the following week, they began to settle down.

After rehearsal on Thursday, I raced over to the house to meet the person taking care of spraying for bugs. I'd arranged to do this when no one else would be at the house for several hours, so we wouldn't be breathing in the fumes. When he showed up, I gave him a quick tour of the house and explained the situation, and then I walked around outside while he was doing the work. When he finished, I signed the work order and thanked him.

By the time I got to the apartment that evening, I was excited and hardly able to contain my joy. I had looked over the contract the lawyer had sent me, and it contained everything the owner and I had agreed on. This included the rental amount, the percentage of rent going toward the down payment, splitting repair costs, no rent until June, the purchase price, and that I had ten years to seek funding. It was perfect, and I'd have a nice, secluded location to meet with the boys. What more could I ask for?

I was antsy throughout my morning classes on Friday, because I was looking forward to going to the lawyer's office to sign the contract and pick up the keys. Once I did that, I was so giddy that I found it nearly impossible to teach my afternoon classes, but somehow I made it through the day. I was still floating on air as I drove to the apartment so I'd be there before Tucker and Braedon showed up.

I left the door ajar for them, so they came in and raced over to me. "We can't wait to do this again," Braedon stated while hopping around with excitement. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to do anything like this and I want to thank you for makin' it happen."

"You're welcome, and I'm glad to help out."

Both boys quickly got undressed, and I rimmed and used both dildos on each of them. I didn't suck them off this time, because I had another idea I thought they might like better. As soon as I finished using the dildos on them, I looked at them and spoke.

"Seeing you boys aren't having any problems with the dildos, I thought maybe you'd like to fuck each other this time, instead of having me suck you off."

"Really? We can do that?" Braedon asked while looking at me in awe.

"Sure. I don't see why not, unless you don't want to do it."

"We do, don't we Tucker!" Braedon quickly responded as he looked over at his buddy.

"Yeah, I'd like to try that too." Tucker was doing a good job keeping Braedon from discovering that he'd been doing that with the rest of us for quite some time now.

Since they had both agreed, I started the recording of Oliver again and asked who was going first. They debated about it for a minute before agreeing that Tucker would fuck Braedon first. I got out the small condoms and explained how to put one on, although Tucker was an old pro at doing it by now, and then I had Braedon get on all fours so Tucker could enter him. Since he'd already done so well taking both dildos, I felt this should be a breeze for Braedon, since the blue dildo was considerably larger than Tucker's penis.

I watched as Tucker eased into Braedon and then began thrusting back and forth. Braedon looked over at me and smiled as this was happening. "I like it," he admitted as Tucker pounded his backside.

They continued for a couple of minutes before Tucker blew his load into the condom, and then it took a few more seconds before he withdrew from Braedon's backside. As soon as that happened, Braedon wheeled around to face Tucker.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Great! A lot better than jerkin' off."

"Can I do it to you now?"

"Yeah, sure. You just let me do it to you, so why wouldn't I let you do it to me?"

"I don't know. I was just askin'."

The boys switched and I watched as Braedon slipped on the condom, and I gave him a few pointers along the way. I also guided him verbally as he inserted his penis into Tucker, but then his instincts took control once he was all the way in.

"Damn, it's warm in there," he gasped, referring to having his penis in Tucker's bowels.

"Yes, it certainly is," I agreed.

It didn't take Braedon quite as long as it had taken Tucker before he busted a nut and filled the condom, and then he collapsed on Tucker's back, as he enjoyed the results of his first fuck. He never actually withdrew from Tucker either, and his penis merely deflated and slipped out of Tucker's rectum. Once he recovered, Braedon turned to Tucker and spoke to him first, before turning to me.

"Tucker, thanks for letting me do that, and you were right. It was a whole lot better than jerkin' off." And then he looked over at me.

"Thanks for showin' us all this stuff and lettin' us do it here. I was wonderin' if I'd ever get to do any of this and was afraid it would never happen. I knew I couldn't invite anyone to my house to do it with them there, cuz of my parents. I didn't think I could let anyone else know about me either, cuz I didn't want my dad to find out, so how would anyone know to invite me to his house to do this either?"

"I know you were in a difficult situation, so I'm glad Tucker and I were able to help you out. I just hope your father never finds out about this, because it could get me in a whole bunch of trouble, and it wouldn't be very good for Tucker either."

"I know, so I'll make sure he never learns about any of this stuff."

I let the boys clean up and get dressed after that, and then we sat around and chatted for a while about the musical. "I can't believe I got picked to be Oliver," Braedon admitted. "It's a lot of fun and I really enjoy doing it."

"Are your parents going to come see you when we put it on?"

"I'm not sure. My mom might, but I doubt my dad will. He doesn't like this stuff."

"That's too bad and it will be his loss, but I think you've been doing a wonderful job so far."

"Thanks. That means a lot to me," he replied as he looked into my eyes and grinned.

"I'm glad, and you mean a lot to me too."

His grinned broadened, and I made an instantaneous decision. I reached out and pulled him to me so I could give him a big hug. He didn't resist or hesitate, as he did the same to me. "My dad's never done this to me before," he whispered in my ear. "Thank you again."

I held onto him a little longer, seeing I now realized how much it meant to him, and then as he was pulling away, I kissed him on the forehead. "You're a very special kid and I'm glad I can do these things for you."

I then gave Tucker a hug too, and then they both got ready to leave. "Bye, Mr. Roberson. I'll see you Sunday at the Y," Braedon stated.

"Ok, I'll see you then," I concurred as I watched him leave with Tucker and head across the parking lot.

Chapter 33
Hard Work

When I got to the Y the next morning, Hunter was waiting for me. He was alone again, so after we said hello to one another, I asked him a question. "Are Devin and Gabe still mad at you?"

"Yeah, a little, but not as mad as they were at first."

"I'm glad to hear that. So do you miss playing lacrosse with them?"

"Sometimes, but I really like being in 'Oliver1' with you."

"I'm glad that you don't regret the decision you made."

"Nope. Not at all."

We then undressed and put our swimsuits on. When we got to the pool there were a couple of older guys there, but it would still leave us enough room to workout without bothering them. I put Hunter next to the side of the pool and I swam closer to the center, but we left one half of the pool for the other guys to use as we began our workout.

When we stopped to take our first break, one of the older guys spoke to us. "That's pretty impressive. I was amazed that your son could keep up with you."

"Thanks. We've been doing this for a while now."

As soon as the guy moved away, Hunter looked up at me and grinned. "He thought I was your son."

"Yes, it seems he did, but I don't know how he came to that conclusion. I'm only about ten years older than you."

Hunter giggled before he spoke. "Did that bother you?"

"No, I was just amused."

"I liked that he thought that." Hunter was grinning broadly, but I didn't respond. I merely smiled at him, and then we started our next set.

After we finished all four sets, we went to the locker room to shower and change. While we were under the spray, Hunter asked me another question. "Can you give me a ride home again?"

"Sure, I can do that."

Although I didn't tell him this, it wasn't that far away from where I was going. The park and the cemetery were located in the older part of the city too, although Hunter lived on the other side of the river, on Front Street. There were bridges that crossed over the river on both Maple and Elm Streets, so it would be easy to get back to where I needed to be. It appeared that the city had originally grown up around the river and used it as a means of transportation, and they probably used ferries to go back and forth before the bridges were built, so there's an older section of the city along each bank.

"Bye, Mr. Roberson, and thanks for the ride," he said when I dropped him off. "I'll see you at school on Monday."

"No, you won't. Did you forget we're on Spring Break?"

"Oh, yeah. I did."

"I'll see you when we go swimming on Saturday then," I responded before I pulled away.

I drove directly to the house next, knowing the boys would be showing up within the hour. After I unlocked the front door, I carried all of the supplies from the trunk and took them inside, and then I took the vacuum cleaner and folding stepstool out of the back seat. I'd put it in there before I went to the Y, and now I took them into the house as well. Once I had everything inside, I started to set things up for when the boys got there.

There was a knock on the door about forty minutes later, and when I opened it, all five boys were standing there with huge grins on their faces. "Guys, please start using the doorbell instead of knocking, because there are places in the house where I might not be able to hear a knock on the door."

"Ok," Nolan said as he came inside and started looking around. "Hey, this place is nice."

"And we never knew a house was here until we got near the end of the driveway," Will added.

"And we didn't see anyone else after we turned onto River Street," Gary announced.

"So no one saw us when we rode our bikes down your driveway," Jon added.

"What's the big dumpster for?" Tucker asked, commenting about the large container the owner provided.

"It's so I can throw anything I don't want into it, and then when I'm done it will be taken to the local dump."

"So are you gonna show us around?" Jon followed.

"Of course. Follow me."

I took them through the dining room and into the living room first. They were busy looking around both areas, and then one of them spoke. "Whose furniture is this?" Will wondered.

"It used to belong to the previous owners, but I was told I could keep any of it I wanted and just discard the rest."

"It's not in bad shape," Nolan observed. "That's a really nice dining room set."

"I know, and I plan on keeping it. I think I'll keep the living room furniture too, along with some of the other stuff that's here. It will really help out a lot."

"Since there's a sectional here, what are you gonna do with your sofa?"

"There's plenty of room for that in there as well, so I plan on keeping it too. It may not match with the other stuff, but it will give you boys more room to sit down to talk, or do other things." They all smirked when I said 'other things'.

"Yes, there will be lots of room to do other things," Gary joked.

"What about your table and chairs?" Tucker followed.

"Did you notice that there's a sun room attached to the end of the house, behind the living room?"

There were a pair of French doors with large windows in each one at the rear of the living room, and beyond that was an enclosed patio with windows on three sides, looking out on the backyard. There was also a door leading outside, and there was indoor-outdoor carpeting on the floor. "I plan on putting the table and chairs I have out there, so I can use it as sort of a sunny breakfast nook."

"Yeah, that sounds nice," they agreed.

I then led them through the kitchen and showed them the other side of the house, starting with the master bedroom. "Hey, there's a bed and other stuff in here too," Tucker observed.

"Yes, and it's much nicer than my bedroom set, and since the bed is the same size as the one I have, I'll just get rid of the mattress and box springs that's here. I'll then use my mattress and box springs with the bed instead, and I'm going to keep the dresser and chest of drawers too."

"What are you gonna do with your bed?" Jon wanted to know.

"It's just a frame, so I'll store it in the garage for the time being, in case I decide to add a room or expand the room the previous owner used as an office."

That seemed to suffice, so I showed them the rest of the place. "Where's that go?" Nolan asked pointing to the hallway with the door at the end.

"That leads outdoors and you can get to the garage from there."

"Wow! look at that shower!" Gary observed when we got to the bathroom. "I never noticed that before. It's huge. A couple of us could even get in there and shower with you."

"Yes, the previous owner had it put in so he could help his wife after she became ill. It was easier than trying to use the tub."

"It's really nice," Nolan agreed before I led them over to the office.

"Hey, that's perfect for you to use when you're working on your school stuff," Tucker stated.

"Yes, I'll probably do that, but I'm used to doing those things when I'm sitting on the sofa or working at the table."

"So now you've got another place to do it," Will added.

Seeing I had now showed them the entire house, I divided the boys into work groups. I put Nolan, Gary, and Jon in the dining room and gave the older pair a couple of buckets, sponges, and the stepstool so they could clean the light fixture and wash the wallpaper for me. I then gave Jon the Swiffer duster to use on the furniture, but I also gave him a couple of cloths and the furniture polish so he could make everything shine afterward.

While they were doing that, I gave Tucker the vacuum and asked him to vacuum off the furniture in the living room first, and then I gave him the Swiffer Sweeper to sweep the hardwood floor. While he was doing that, Will and I went into the kitchen and got started. I had Will use a bucket and a sponge to clean off the counters and the outside of the dishwasher, stove, and refrigerator, while I cleaned out the cupboards. I found dishes, pots, and pans while I was doing that, so I chose which items I might want to keep and the rest I carried outside and tossed in the dumpster.

When Gary, Nolan, and Jon finished doing the things I'd asked in the dining room, I had Gary finish polishing the china cabinet, because Jon was unable to reach the upper areas, while Jon ran the Swiffer Sweeper over the dining room and kitchen floors, followed by Nolan with the Swiffer mop. When Gary finished with the china cabinet, I asked him to go in and dust and polish the bedroom furniture, while Tucker took the Swiffer mop to use on the hardwood floors in the living room. I also had Will and Nolan help me carry the mattress and box springs out to the dumpster, and we tossed them in there as well.

I figured I'd worked the boys hard enough for one day and sent them home to have dinner with their parents. I told them I'd see them again the following day at the Y, and they said they'd come over to help me again once we got done there.

I continued cleaning after the boys left and washed down the sink and the inside of the refrigerator, and then I attacked the oven. I only stopped long enough to go out for a quick bite to eat, and then I returned and started cleaning some more. I did that for a couple more hours, and then I turned the lights off, locked the doors, and went back to the apartment for the night. After taking a nice, long, hot, shower, I crawled into bed, totally exhausted.

I was feeling better than I thought I would when I woke up the next day, and then I hurried through my morning preparations and packed my gym bag for the Y. Shortly after I got to the locker room, the boys showed up, with the exception of Nigel and Rory. It seemed they hadn't been able to get their mother to change her mind, so they would no longer be joining us. Undeterred, we went out to the pool and carried on as we normally would. The only difference was that the boys kept reminding me that they'd be over to help me again after we finished up here, although they only did it when Braedon couldn't hear.

When we went back to shower, I could tell most of the boys were starting to get a little antsy about getting over to my new place. They knew they'd have to work first, but I think they were also hoping to be able to do some other things too. I'd already concluded that might happen, so I tossed the condoms and lube into a shopping bag and took it with me this morning, leaving it in the car while we were at the Y. When we finished up, I said goodbye to the boys and headed over to the house, while they rode back with Nolan's mother.

When I got to my new place, I took the bag with the condoms and lube and placed it on the kitchen counter, and then I picked up where I'd left off the day before. This time I loaded the dishwasher with the dishes I was planning to keep from the previous owner. Seeing I merely had the basic necessities at the apartment, I decided to keep a nice set of matching dinnerware that I could use whenever I had people over. I'd just use my current dishes for everyday use.

The boys showed up while the first load of dishes was going through the cycle, so I put them to work washing the walls in the bedroom and office next. I was planning on painting the bedroom before I moved in, but I wanted the walls clean before I did that, so I was going to take advantage of the boys' offer to help. We took the bed frame apart, seeing we'd already discarded the mattress and box springs, and the boys helped me move the furniture into the center of the room.

I then ran out to purchase an inexpensive tarp, painter's tape, paint brushes, rollers, a couple of paint pans, and the necessary paint. While I was gone, I left the boys to vacuum those rooms and finish up the other things they'd been doing. I also ran back to the apartment and grabbed a bunch of old sheets that I could use to cover the carpet while I was painting, and then I went back to the house.

I started putting the painter's tape where the wall met the ceiling, as well as around the windows while the boys put the painter's tape along the molding near the floor. Then, I had them lay the sheets down so I wouldn't get paint on the carpet.

"We're gonna help you paint," they announced.

"No. I don't want you getting paint on your clothes, because then you might have to explain to your parents how it got there."

"Then we'll paint naked," Gary offered next. It almost sounded as if he'd already planned on doing this before our discussion. "We can wash up in your shower afterward."

"But I don't have any towels here."

"Then go back to your apartment and get them, and we'll start paintin' while you're gone."

I wasn't sure about doing this, but the boys were insistent that they would be fine, so I ran back to the apartment and picked up a stack of towels, along with soap and shampoo. I also stopped at the store to buy drinks and snacks for everyone, since we'd been working for quite a while. I was surprised to see they were nearly done in the bedroom when I returned, so I gave each of them a drink and a snack before finishing up. The room looked much brighter by the time we'd finished, now that it had a fresh coat of flat, white paint.

We then went into the shower in groups of three, with Tucker and Jon going in with me. After everyone had taken his turn, I checked them over to make sure they hadn't missed anything, and then Jon made an announcement.

"Let's have some fun now. And it's my turn to have Mr. Roberson fuck me."

The other boys liked that idea, so I grabbed the bag that contained the condoms and lube off of the kitchen counter and headed into the living room.

"I guess this means were going to christen the house," I teased.

"Yep, this will be our second home from now on," Nolan added. "We can come here when we want to have some fun."

"He means have sex," Gary corrected, and then he laughed.

We all paired up and got started, using some of the same towels we'd just dried with to lay on. I had Jon get on one end of the sectional instead, with his butt hanging over the edge as I entered him, and he took me like a pro. I had to push his legs back in order to lift his butt up a little, and then I began rocking in and out of his tight little bottom.

Even though I'd entered him fairly easily, his insides griped me a lot tighter than any of the others. I knew this probably meant I wasn't going to last very long, but it didn't matter. I was enjoying myself, and obviously so was Jon. He was moaning and grinning the entire time, and his body even shuddered a couple of times as he experienced dry orgasms. He didn't say anything about it, because I suspected he didn't want Tucker to feel badly, but he winked at me after each time it happened.

"That was great!" he said after I'd ejaculated too. "It was fun and I really liked doing it with you."

"And you were a lot tighter, so it was a different experience for me as well," I agreed.

"Thank you. I can't wait to do this with you again."

Jon didn't have any desire to fuck me, seeing he'd already enjoyed two dry orgasms, so after we'd finished, we got dressed and the boys got ready to leave.

"Mr. Roberson, when are we gonna move your stuff?" Gary asked.

"Probably on Wednesday. I'll have to pack up some of my things before then, so I'll stop and get some boxes to do it."

"Then we'll come to the apartment and help you pack up tomorrow," Will offered.

"I'm not sure how much you boys will be able to do. I'll just need you to help me load and unload the truck."

"We'll do that too, but we'll also come over to help you pack," Nolan reiterated.

"Ok, but there may not be a lot for you to do. And we won't be having sex while we're there."

"Yeah, that's ok. We just want to get you moved here as soon as we can."

I wasn't going to argue with them, as long as they agreed to the limits I'd set. After I watched them ride off on their bikes, I drove over to the grocery store and picked up a bunch of boxes and some packing tape for the move, and then I stopped for a bite to eat before going back to the apartment. As I was unloading the car and carrying everything inside, Jennifer came out to talk to me.

"Marshall, what's all this for? Are you going to use it for the musical?"

"No, I'm moving."

"Really? I'm going to miss you. Where are you moving to?"

"I found a place that I can eventually buy, so it was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up."

"Damn, you're going to buy a house? Duane and I aren't ready to do that yet, and you're single and already moving into your first home."

"What can I say? It just kind of fell into my lap and was too good to pass up."

"Well, good luck, but I'll miss seeing you and the boys around. I'll stop to say 'hi' when I come to see 'Oliver!', though. So when are you moving out?"

"My lease isn't up until the end of next month, but I'll be renting a truck to move my things on Wednesday. I want to get it out of the way while we're on Spring Break."

"I hope you have help."

"Yes, the boys offered to give me a hand, since I don't have a lot to move."

"That's nice of them. I guess they must really like having you for a teacher."

"Yes, we've become close since they joined the drama club."

I then said goodbye to her, explaining that I had a lot to do, and she wished me good luck. I wondered if she was being sincere while we were discussing this, or if she had something else in mind. I took her at face value, though, and went inside, ready to start packing up some of my clothes.

I did that for the next few hours, while also packing up the extra bedding, towels, and a few other items at the same time. I only left myself a couple changes of clothes, one towel, and the bedding on the bed, as I took the boxes I'd just packed into the living room and stacked them against the wall near the door. I then decided to turn in, since I was tired from running around and working all day.

I slept well that night and woke up ready to go. I'd just finished eating a quick breakfast when there was a knock at the door. I thought it was too early to be the boys and wondered if it might be Jennifer, but when I opened the door, the boys were all standing there smiling at me.

"We brought some things you might need," Gary said as he and the others came inside carrying plastic shopping bags filled with newspapers. "My mom always used a lot of newspaper whenever she helped someone move, so I thought you would need some too."

"Yes, they come in handy for wrapping the dishes," I confirmed.

"So what do you want us to do?" Tucker followed.

"I'll carry the dishes out to the table and show you how to wrap the different items. Then you boys can wrap the rest, and then I'll pack those things in the boxes."

I only left enough dishes behind so I could have breakfast the next couple of mornings, but I'd wash and reuse them after I was finished. I would eat lunch and dinner out until I'd moved into the house.

We finished packing all of those things up by lunchtime, so I drove the boys over to Subway and bought them lunch, as payment for helping me. As they were finishing the final few bites and drinking the last of their soda, Jon asked a question.

"What are we gonna do next?"

"I'm not sure, since we finished sooner than I'd anticipated. I figured I'd be doing most of this by myself, so I thought it would take a lot longer."

"Is there somethin' we can do at the house?" Will asked next.

"I guess if you don't mind riding over there to help. We can always move the furniture out of the office and paint that room next. That's the only thing I can think of."

"Yeah, let's do that," they all agreed.

I drove them back to where they'd left their bikes so they could ride them over to the house. Of course, I got there first, so I left the door unlocked so they could come inside when they arrived. I went to check the paint in the bedroom first, to see if it was dry, but I decided to wait another day before we moved the furniture against the walls.

When the boys showed up, I had them help me carry the desk and bookcases into the hallway, but I had to unscrew the bookcases first, because they were bolted in place to prevent them from tipping over. Then I let one group wash the walls, while I took another group to the bedroom to remove the painter's tape.

"Just be careful not to touch the paint, since it's not completely dry."

I let them take the tape off the molding and lower half of the windows, while I used the stepstool to remove it from the ceiling and upper half of the windows. When we finished, I went over to check on the other group.

Those boys were just about finished, so I had the group who'd just removed the painter's tape from the bedroom help me put more tape up in the office. It was a much smaller room so it didn't take as long, and once we finished, the other group had completed their cleaning job.

"Why don't we take a break and let the walls dry before we start painting this room."

"K, and we can have sex with each other while we're waiting," Will suggested. I felt his idea probably had something to do with it being his turn to be with me.

"Yeah, we'll get undressed to do that, and then we'll be ready to paint too, since we're gonna do that naked," Gary confirmed.

It sounded good to me, so we all headed to the living room. I was grateful their were blinds on all the windows, since I'd taken the curtains and drapes down to launder. I wasn't sure I was going to use them again, but even if I didn't, I wanted them cleaned before I packed them away. When we got to the living room, the towels the boys had used the previous day were still there and had dried overnight. Therefore, they'd be able to use them again, and they knew which one was theirs, since they remembered where they'd left them.

Since I was with Will, and the boys wanted me to try a different position with him to see if he'd cum while I was fucking him again, I thought about how we'd do it. After thinking about it briefly, I had Will lay on his side on the towel that was on the floor, and after I'd put on the condom and prepared him, I laid down behind him. I then lifted Will's upper leg, inched my body forward, and slowly guided my penis into his body. As soon as I was all the way in, I began thrusting my hips back and forth.

I had arranged the towels so the boys could see what was going on, because I knew they were curious about whether Will would cum this way. After going at it for about fifteen minutes, Will's body stiffened, he grunted, and his penis released the strands of pearly ejaculate.

"Damn, he did it again," Tucker gasped. "I hope I can do that sometime."

The other boys were still busily talking about what had just happened when I had my orgasm, hastened by Will's muscular spasms. As soon as Will recovered, he looked at me and spoke. "What am I gonna use to dry with, now that my towel is covered in cum?"

"You can use my towel and I'll wait to shower until I get back to the apartment."

"K. Thanks."

Once everyone was finished, we stopped to have another drink, and then we went in to paint the office. I had the boys bring the sheets from the bedroom and lay them over the rug in this room first, and then we painted it fairly quickly. I was pleased, since I only had the bathroom and laundry room left to paint, and I could do them at my leisure. The dining room had wallpaper, and the living room was covered in real knotty pine, not just paneling, so the last thing we had to do was wash the living room walls and clean the fireplace. I'd definitely be able to move in on Wednesday.

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