Erastes

All the World's a Stage

Chapters 50-58

Chapter 51
The Campout

The boys were ready to eat the minute they woke up Saturday, so I immediately started to organize them so they could fix breakfast. I'd already planned it out in my mind and merely got the boys set to pull it off. I'd made mental notes of the various food their parents sent, so I had a pretty good idea about how to do this. I'd also gone shopping after Gary had first suggested about doing this and picked up a few things I thought we'd need as well.

"Guys, I want you to listen up," I began. "While we're fixing breakfast, I suggest that each you go put something on, even if it's just your underwear and a tee-shirt. That should be enough to keep the hot grease or anything else splattering on your boy bits."

"Yeah, that would hurt and wouldn't be good," Hunter agreed quickly. And once they'd gone to do as I asked, I grabbed a few items so I'd be ready when they returned to the kitchen to get started.

I'd decided that we'd fix scrambled eggs, home fries, sausages, bacon, and toast, because their dads had brought most of the items we'd need, and I had the other things. All I had to do was to get the boys organized.

"Braedon and Jon, the first thing I want is for each of you to cover one of the cookie sheets with aluminum foil. Once you're done with that, I want Braedon to grab two packages of sausage links out of the freezer, open the package, and spread the sausages out on the cookie sheet so we can put them in the oven. Just be careful when you're doing that, because I've already set the temperature on the oven so it will be hot."

"Jon, I want you to take two packages of bacon out of the fridge and place them on the other cookie sheet, and then we'll put that in the oven too. And please heed the warning I just gave to Braedon about the oven being hot." I was doing the sausages and bacon in the oven because I only had a limited number of frying pans that we could use.

"Gary and Nolan, I want each of you to take one of these bowls and a dozen eggs. You're going to crack the eggs and put the contents in the bowls, but be careful that you don't let any of the shells fall into the bowl with the eggs."

"Tucker and Hunter, I want each of you to open a can of sliced potatoes that I've set out on the counter and drain them. Once you've done that, I want you to cut each potato slice into quarters so we can fry them."

"Will, I want you to get a small onion out of the crisper and chop it into pieces about the length of an app on your smart phone so we can add them to the potatoes to make home fries."

"Braedon and Jon, as soon as you've put the cookie sheets in the oven, I want you to wash your hands. When you've done that, I want you to take eight glasses out of the cupboard, grab the galloon of orange juice out of the fridge, and fill each of the glasses. When you're done with that, take eight plates and the appropriate silverware out to the table, along with the glasses of juice."

I then went over to see if Gary and Nolan were ready for the next step. They had just finished cracking open the last of the eggs, so I gave each one a fork to break the yokes. Once they'd done that, I told them how much milk to add and had them mix it all together. I also had them set the temp on two burners to medium-high, spray two frying pans with Pam, and then pour the contents of their bowl into one of the frying pans. I also gave them each a wooden spoon so they could use to stir the pan to make sure the eggs were cooked all the way through.

"When the eggs are done, empty the frying pan into this large bowl and take it out to the table."

"Will, now that there's a burner open, put a thin coating of cooking oil in this last frying pan and then add the potatoes and a quarter cup of onions." I handed him the appropriate measuring cup and another wooden spoon, "Keep stirring everything together so it doesn't burn, and when it's all nice and brown, dump it all into this bowl and take it into the dining room."

"Tucker and Hunter, take the loaf of bread and butter out of the fridge and start making toast. Use the entire loaf and butter each slice as soon as it pops up. Stack them on this platter and bring it into the dining room with you when it's all done."

Once all of the food had been taken out to the table, we sat down to eat and started passing the various items around so each boy could take what he wanted.

"Dang. This is pretty good," Tucker commented. "I didn't know we could cook this good."

"With a little direction, you might be surprised what you can do."

After the boys and I devoured everything, we began the clean up. As soon as the dishes, glasses, cooking utensils, and frying pans had been placed in the dishwasher, I added the detergent and started the next load. I also had the boys wipe down the table and counters for me, and as soon as everything was looking good, I nodded in approval and spoke.

"So what do you want to do now?"

"We were thinkin' we could have sex and fuck each other again," Will offered.

"And maybe we could do the same thing after lunch and dinner too," Nolan suggested.

"Damn, I thought this was a campout, not a honeymoon," I teased.

"Unless you're too old to get it up that much," Gary added, throwing down the gauntlet. How could I let him get away with that?

"No, I can keep up with you young bucks if that's what you want, but I thought we were going to do more than just have sex."

"Oh, we'll do other stuff too," Tucker stated. "We were also talkin' bout walkin' over to the pool after we had sex."

"And that would cool us off and clean us up at the same time," Jon reasoned.

"Hunter and Braedon, you haven't said anything. What do you think about this?"

"I like the idea," Braedon replied.

"Yeah, me too," Hunter concurred.

"Well, since you're all in agreement, I'll do what you want," I replied.

"Then I'm with you and I want to try doing it like Gary did, so I can see what that's like," Tucker stated as he began to dance around with excitement.

"And I want to try it that way too, when it's my turn,' Jon chimed in.

"Me too," Braedon agreed, since they were the three who were next in line to be with me if we did this after each meal today.

"I'm willing to give it a try," I concurred.

"Ok, let's go back to the bedroom then," Nolan urged.

As soon as we got there, the boys took off the few items of clothing they had on, selected a partner, and got started. As soon as Tucker was laying on the mat, he had a suggestion. "I want you to rim me first."

"No problem, because I was planning to do that anyway."

He smiled, pulled back his legs, and offered his pink pucker to me, so I bent down and began to feast on that luscious snack. Tucker was squirming, cooing, and sighing as I did this to him, which showed he was totally enjoying my ministrations. When I finally stopped, I stretched and lubed his hole next, and then I slipped on a condom and lubed it up, ready to penetrate him. As I was sliding into his tight hole, he wrapped his arms and legs around me and pulled my head down so he could give me a kiss.

"I love doin' this with you," he said when the kiss ended.

"And I love doing it with you as well."

I didn't have any problems lifting him and standing up, seeing he was so light, and then as I was hoisting him up and down so my penis would slide in and out of his bowels, he started kissing me again. He not only kissed my mouth, but he kissed my entire face and neck as well, purring contentedly as I was fucking him. He hadn't cum by the time I fired my load into the condom, but it certainly didn't ruin the experience for him, because he seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed what we'd just done. I could tell because of the passionate kisses he was giving me, but then he verbally admitted it as well.

"I always get really excited when I know it's my turn to be with you," he said before kissing me again. "I like doin' it with the other guys too, but doin' it with you is the best."

"I'm glad you enjoy it, because I certainly do too. Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Yeah, if it's ok."

"Ok course it is," I confirmed as I set him down on the mat again.

Once I was no longer holding him, I took off the condom, tossed it away, and cleaned myself off, and Tucker was ready and waiting for me when I returned. I got into position for him to begin, and he turned into the Energizer Bunny as soon as he slipped his penis into me. When he began to hump my backside, he put any normal rabbit to shame, which meant it only took him a little over a minute before he grunted and filled the condom with his immature seed. After he was completely drained, he collapsed on my chest, and this time it was my turn to kiss him.

Everyone else had finished by the time Tucker had shot his wad, so after we cleaned up I told the boys to put on their swimsuits and a tee-shirt, grab a towel, and put something on their feet. Once they were ready, we walked over to Memorial Pool. I'd never been there before, so I was interested in seeing what it was like.

It was still pretty early, so there wasn't a very big crowd. The pool was open from 9:00 to 9:00, just like the park, but not a lot of people showed up until it got closer to noon. After we put our tee-shirts and footwear in a wire basket, we went out and jumped in the water, and we actually had some room to move around.

"Hey, this isn't bad," Braedon observed. "I thought it was gonna be more crowded."

"It will be this afternoon," Hunter replied. "That's when you'll barely have enough room to bob up and down in the water."

"Then I'm glad we got here early," Jon stated. "Let's do this tomorrow too."

We stayed there until it became too crowded to play tag or do much of anything else, and then we got out, dried, put our footwear and tee-shirts on, and headed back to the house. "I'm hungry," Will said as we walked through the door.

"There's plenty of lunch meat for sandwiches in the fridge, and there are chips, pretzels, and cheese puffs on the counter. I also have a large jar of pickles in the fridge, if any of you are interested," I offered.

The boys made their own sandwiches and took whatever else they wanted to go with it, along with a drink, and then we went into the dining room to eat. "What are we gonna do next?" Hunter asked with his mouth half-full.

"I've got some things set up out back, and there are some other things we can take out with us," I replied.

"We saw the volleyball net up last night when we were setting up the tents," Nolan confessed, "so do you have a volleyball?"

"Of course I do. It wouldn't be much good if I didn't."

"Do you have anything else?" Jon followed.

"The former owner had made horseshoe pits that I've restored, and I found the horseshoes in the garage. I also bought a bean bag toss like the one Gary had at the barbeque, and I've got a playground ball as well. I figured we could go over to the park and play kickball on the softball field at some point."

"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Tucker agreed.

After we finished eating, we changed out of our swimsuits and put on our underwear, shorts, and tee-shirts, and then we waited a few more minutes to let our meal settle before we went outside and got started. We played volleyball first, but it was a little tougher on us than when we played at Gary's house, because there were only four people on each side. After we'd played a couple of games, some of the boys and I tried our hand at horseshoes next, while the rest played the bean bag toss instead. When they got tired of doing that, we grabbed the playground ball and walked over to the park.

We had just gotten started when some other kids came over and wanted to know if they could play too, so before long we had ten people on each side, as opposed to the four we'd started with. They were all kids we knew from the park already, and some of them were also part of the acting program, so it was a great deal of fun.

While we were playing, I noticed that some of the boys were very friendly with two particular boys who were part of the acting program. Braedon and Hunter seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Danny Romaldini, who'd told me previously he was going to be in eighth grade in the fall. At the same time, Tucker and Jon were spending a lot of time chatting with Alex Garcia, and I believe he said he was going to be a seventh grader this year. It was nice to see the boys were making new friends.

When the game ended, Brandon, Hunter, Tucker, and Jon came up to ask me a question. "Can Danny and Alex come back to your house with us?" Tucker asked directly.

Danny and Alex weren't with them at the time, because they were chatting with the other boys about the game, so I was able to answer the boys freely. "I don't think that would be a good idea. First of all, their parents wouldn't know where they went, and I'm not sure it would be a good idea to let them know how close you boys are to me."

"They kinda know that already, cuz they saw us walking with you to the pool and back to your house again before we came here," Jon explained. "Since they saw us, we kinda told them we were camping out in your backyard."

"But they don't know about the other things we do."

"But we're pretty sure they're both gay or bi, cuz we've told each other we're cute," Braedon admitted. "You don't say that to another boy unless you're either gay or bi."

"That may be true, and they might want to do some things with you boys, but they might freak out if they discover you're doing that stuff with me too."

"I don't think they would," Hunter challenged. "They're both pretty cool."

"I don't think I can take that chance, or it might force us to end the campout early."

"Why?" Braedon challenged.

"If we took them to the house, and then they came back on their own again later, they might see you boys running around with no clothes on. If that happens, they might tell some of the other kids about what they saw, and that's not the kind of thing I want to get around."

"They might want to do those things too," Hunter whined. "Please just let them come over with us so we can find out."

"And how are you going to do that? Are you planning to just take your clothes off and hope they'll do the same?"

"No, but we could tell them we've all seen each other naked when we change at the Y and see what they say."

"That could go really wrong too," I pointed out.

"You've got a hose, doncha?" Jon asked.

"Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"We're all hot and sweaty from playing kickball, so we can ask them if they want to get naked with us so you could spray us with the hose."

"Oh, yeah. I'd love to have them tell their parents that they did that at my place."

"We'll make sure they won't tell anyone else," Hunter stated.

"Yeah, that's how we'll ask them if they want to come with us," Tucker confirmed. "We'll tell them we're thinking of doin' that and having you spray us. That way we'll see how they react."

"And if they don't like the idea, then they'll have a really bad impression of me."

"Nah, we'll tell them we haven't asked you yet, but we will if they want to do it," Braedon suggested.

"Are their parents at the park too?" I challenged. "That could create a real problem, especially if they saw their sons going off with us."

"I'm pretty sure they're alone, but I'll ask," Jon replied. "If they are here by themselves, can I ask them about gettin' sprayed with the hose?"

I hesitated as I thought about it. "If you mention it to them, you'll have to make sure they know you haven't asked me yet. I'm really hesitant about letting you do this, but if you trust them and don't think they'll mess things up for us, then go ahead. Just remember, this could put an end to what we've been doing and I could lose my teaching job or even end up in prison for a long time if anyone else finds out about this."

"We'll be really careful, cuz we don't want that to happen."

A few minutes later, the boys came back with Danny and Alex in tow. "Mr. Roberson, will you spray us with your hose when we get back to the house?" Jon asked.

"Sure, I suppose I could do that if you want to cool down."

"Can Danny and Alex come with us?" Hunter followed.

"Won't your parents be worried if you just wander off?"

"Nah, they're at home, so they won't know," Alex responded.

"Well, I guess we can do it then. I'll just have to get the hose out of the garage and hook it up first."

The boys quickly told Nolan, Gary, and Will what we were going to do, and then they started heading over to the house while I followed behind. I was still wondering if I should be allowing this, but Danny and Alex seemed to be up for doing it too. I saw the boys whispering to each other as we made our way there, but I couldn't hear what they were saying, and then I went to get the hose out of the garage while they headed out back. When I lugged the hose out to hook it up to the spigot behind the house, the boys were already naked.

"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing?" I asked, as they all began to giggle.

"We didn't want to get our clothes wet, so we agreed to do it like this," Tucker answered.

"Man, your parents are going to come over here and lynch me if they find out about this."

"We won't tell them," Danny quickly offered.

"Yeah, we won't tell nobody. We promise," Alex quickly added.

"You'd better not, because I'd be the one in the most trouble."

"Don't worry. We won't tell nobody," Braedon added, with the others all agreeing.

"What made you think you could do this in the first place?" I asked, trying to convince Danny and Alex this wasn't normal.

"You've seen most of us naked at the Y when we were changin' or showerin'," Nolan answered, "so we didn't think this would be a big deal either."

"And me and Alex thought it sounded like fun too," Danny admitted.

"Yeah, we wanted to see the other guys naked too," Alex concurred, "and we didn't care if you saw us like this either."

"We just hoped nobody would think our dicks are deformed," Danny added. After he said this, I noticed they were both uncircumcised.

"Nah, we've got friends that are uncut to and they've explained it to us," Will responded.

"Yeah, they've even showed us the difference and how they can slide the skin back to make their dicks look like ours," Gary confirmed.

"That's good, but my dad just says our dicks are natural," Alex stated. "He doesn't call it uncut or uncircumcised and just says we're natural, cuz it's the way we were born."

"Yeah, we know," Tucker confirmed, "so none of us will say anything about your dicks."

By this time I had finished hooking up the hose, so I turned on the water and began to spray them. While this was going on, I noticed the boys were grabbing each other's penis and giving them a quick jerk, so before long they were all running back and forth with erections. I didn't say anything about this, since most people would feel it was just boys being boys, so I let it go as long as no one complained – and none of them did. In fact, I thought Danny and Alex seemed to be enjoying doing this more than the others, since they'd probably never touched another penis before.

By the time I turned the water off, the boys were all laughing and grabbing each other more and more. "This is really fun," Danny said as he grabbed Gary's penis.

"How would you guys like it if we jerked each other off now?" Will asked, and Danny and Alex's mouths dropped open and their eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they looked over at me.

"Don't worry, Mr. Roberson won't say nothin', as long as you want to do it. We've done it with each other before and he says all boys experiment like this when they're growin' up."

"So he doesn't care?" Alex asked to make sure.

"Nah, he's really cool and doesn't care as long as everyone wants to do it," Nolan stated. "That's why we like him so much."

Once the boys started pairing up to jerk each other off, I went inside, so it couldn't be said that I was participating or gawking at the boys while they were doing this. About twenty minutes later, the boys had finished up and began coming inside, still completely naked and joking around about what they'd just done.

"That was really neat," Danny said. "I had never done it to anybody else before."

"And I had never touched a cock that wasn't natural," Alex chipped in.

"So you've touched other dicks before?" Danny shot back.

"Yeah, I did it with a couple of my cousins," Alex confessed. "One's a year older than me and the other's a year younger. We just checked each other out and pulled the skin back and forth on each other's cock, but we didn't jerk each other off."

"I don't know about you, but I hope I can come back here sometime so I can do it again," Danny admitted, catching me by surprise.

"Yeah, me too," Alex concurred. "I know I'm not really into girls, so this was really great."

"You're gay too?" Danny asked, looking amazed. "Me too."

"I think we all are, or at least bi," Tucker admitted for the rest of them.

"So do you guys do this a lot?" Alex asked, his mouth hanging slightly open.

"As much as we can," Will answered.

"Can we join you when you do it next time?" Danny quickly asked, looking hopeful.

"Prolly," Jon agreed. "We'll let you know during the week when we might do it again."

"K, cuz I want to do it as much as I can," Danny confessed.

"Me too," Alex concurred.

"Should you boys be getting dressed and heading back to the park?" I asked. "Will anybody be looking for you?"

"Nah, I don't have to go. My parents won't be expecting me home until it's time to eat dinner," Alex answered.

"It's pretty much the same thing for me too," Danny confirmed.

"And you guys don't have a problem about running around my house butt naked?"

"No, not at all," Danny replied. "It's kinda fun doing this with all these other guys."

"Yeah, I like doing it too," Alex agreed.

Since my comments weren't discouraging them or encouraging anyone to leave, I decided to just keep quiet and let the boys enjoy themselves. When it got closer to the time to eat again, I got out the charcoal grill, filled it with briquettes, and started the fire. I also took the chrome cooking grill inside and cleaned it really well, because I'd just pulled it out of the garage.

Once I'd cleaned it the best that I could, I put aluminum foil over it, because we were going to have hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner. I also took out the large bowl of potato salad that the boys' dads had left with us the previous day, so the boys could have it with the hot dogs and hamburgers, along with the left over chips, pretzels, and cheese puffs. I also pulled out the jar of pickles again.

"I think me and Danny better get dressed and head home now," Alex stated when he saw me getting the food out. "We have to get home to have dinner with our families too, but thanks for lettin' us come over and do this stuff with you."

"Yeah, it was a blast, and I hope we can do it again," Danny followed.

"Just remember that you can't tell anyone else about today, or I could get me into a lot of trouble," I reminded them.

"Yeah, we know, and we promise not to do anything like that," Alex confirmed.

"And we hope you'll let us do this again, so we won't say nothin' to nobody," Danny agreed. His use of a double-negative would have worried me, but I know it was meant just the way it sounded.

After they left, I got out the packages of hot dogs and the hamburger patties their parents had sent with them, along with the different types of buns, ketchup, and mustard. "Let me and Gary cook the meat," Nolan offered. "We've seen our dads do it loads of times, so we'll take care of it for you."

"Thanks, that will help out a lot. Here's a platter to put those items on when they're cooked all the way through." I also gave them a slotted spatula to use to flip the burgers and a pair of tongs for the hot dogs.

I was keeping an eye on them and I saw Will go over to help out. However, when Will took the spatula and attempted to press the juices out of one of the burgers, Gary scolded him. "Don't do that. My dad says you have to let the juices cook in the hamburgers so they stay moist. If you do what you're doin', they end up dry and hard to swallow."

I was impressed he knew this, because squeezing out the juices was a common mistake made by amateurs. However, that was the only problem I observed, and before long they were coming inside with a plate stacked with hot dogs and hamburgers. That's when we had everyone grab a plate and take whatever they wanted.

After we ate, we cleaned up, and then we all went to the living room to chat. "Today was fun. I'm glad you let Danny and Alex come over here to join us," Tucker stated.

"Yeah, it was fun playing with their dicks," Jon agreed. "They're different from ours, and I liked rollin' the extra skin back and forth."

"And you should let us ask them to join us when we come over here to eat lunch too," Gary suggested.

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Will agreed.

"If they start coming over, then I won't be able to continue doing those things with you."

"Why not? They wouldn't mind?" Braedon stated, annoyed. "Alex even told me he'd like to see your cock, and he said he bet it was really big."

"Yeah, and Danny asked me if you'd ever let one of us jerk you off too," Hunter stated.

"See, so you should let us tell them to start bringin' their lunch so they can come here with us," Nolan urged.

"I'll have to think about that," I replied in an effort to put the decision off for as long as I could.

They continued teasing me about letting Danny and Alex join us, but I wouldn't give them a definite yes or no. I think it frustrated them, but they eventually let it drop, however it was only because they were ready to go back to the bedroom to have some more fun.

Chapter 52
A Long Weekend

"It's my turn to be with you this time," Jon reminded me before we left the living room. "I can't believe we forgot to do this after lunch."

"That's because you boys wanted to play games instead."

"Yeah, we screwed up," Braedon stated. "Now we're gonna have to do it before we go to bed too, so I can have my turn."

"Then we'd better get started so I'll have a little time to rest up in between," I urged.

They eagerly agreed, so we all headed back to the bedroom. Jon quickly laid down on the mat and pulled his legs back so I could rim him, and then I prepared both of us. As I was sliding into his very tight hole, he wrapped his arms and legs around my body and gave me a quick kiss, and then I picked him up, and stood with him impaled on my penis. It took a lot less effort to lift him up and down on my joy stick, and his tight chute was bringing me off much faster than with the other boys.

I was almost at the point of no return when his body shuddered and his penis exploded, sending his immature seed all over both of us. His eyes nearly popped out his head when it happened, since he was so surprised, but eventually his head rolled back in an orgasmic fog as he enjoyed the feelings coursing through his body. He recovered fairly quickly while I was enjoying my release, and then he spoke.

"You made me cum this way. It was fun," he announced, and then he began to kiss me with his tongue invading my mouth.

I didn't hesitate and responded to his kiss, and we continued kissing as I knelt down and laid him on the floor again. "Thank you. That was really special," he sighed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but now we have to shower."

While we were in the shower stall, the other boys finished up and came into the bathroom to clean up too. And then we headed to the living room to see what was on TV.

Once we got there, Jon wanted to sit on my lap again. This was a little trickier, since we were still naked, but since I'd just fucked him, I agreed. However, that led to some complaints from Hunter, Tucker, and Braedon.

"Hey, he sat on your lap the last time," Hunter complained. "I want to do it now."

"Me too," Tucker added.

"And I want to do it too," Braedon concurred.

"Since Jon was the first to let me know he wanted to do this again, I'll let him sit with me this time, but next time we'll find a way to decide which of you three will do this. My only question is, don't you guys think you're a little old to be doing this?"

"No, cuz we like being close to you," Hunter answered first.

"And you make us all feel special," Tucker added.

"And you've made it so I could see what it's like to be gay," Braedon followed. "You've given us a chance to do stuff without havin' to be scared about bein' beaten up."

"You mean your dad would beat you up if he knew you was gay?" Jon asked looking totally shocked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he would have tried to beat the gay part out of me," Braedon confirmed.

"You can't beat the gay out of someone," Tucker stated doubtfully.

"I don't think so either, but I think my dad thinks you can," Braedon replied, totally convinced his father would do that to him.

"That's sick!" Hunter observed.

"Yeah, but that's the way he thinks."

"And there are some other guys at school that might try to beat us up if they knew we were gay too," Hunter added.

"Yeah, I've heard some of those idiots makin' jokes about gays, so Hunter's right," Nolan agreed.

We actually spent more time listening to the boys talk about these things, rather than spending the time watching TV, but I didn't get involved in their conversation. I felt I could learn more from just listening, but this shook me up as well. If that's the way Braedon's father thinks and feels, then what would he do if he found out what Braedon had been involved in while he was with us. And now I'll start watching out for other students who might feel this way and be a threat to gay students as well.

When the boys decided it was time to have sex again before we turned in for the night, I finally asked Braedon a question. "Do you think your dad would go around trying to spy on what you were doing?"

"He might, but he thinks all of these guys are all straight, so I doubt he'd do it while I was with them. But if he thought I was hangin' out with guys who were gay, he might do it."

I hoped he wasn't doing it now, because he might have seen the boys running around naked earlier, and he'd definitely have noticed that the boys weren't sleeping in the tents. I was fairly certain he couldn't see inside the house, since I had blinds and curtains on all of the windows, but he might be able to hear something if he was right outside one of the windows. Maybe I should get a dog after all.

I put Braedon's father out of my mind once we got to the bedroom, even though it was his son's turn to be with me. I certainly didn't want Braedon to think I had any doubts about doing this with him now, especially after what he'd just told us. Therefore, I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I asked him a question.

"So how do you want to do this?"

"Like Jon did. I want to see if you can make me cum that way too."

After he told me this, he laid down on the mat and pulled his legs back so I could rim him, and he began to giggle as I did it. "What's so funny?" I finally asked.

"It tickles, but it feels good too."

I had just been running my tongue around his hole and toying with the wrinkled pucker, so that must have been what he thought had tickled. Changing tactics slightly, I attempted to thrust my tongue inside the opening next, to see if he continued to giggle. However, as my tongue pushed its way past the muscle guarding his inner sanctum, he began to sigh instead, so I felt I'd just discovered the answer to my question.

After I'd worked on his bottom like that for a couple of minutes, I lubed and stretched his opening, and then I prepared myself to penetrate him. "Thanks for doing this with me," he whispered as my penis began its journey into the depths of his bowels.

He's also wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as soon as my penis was completely inside him, and he kissed me on the cheek. That's when I picked him up, worked my way into a standing position, and began lifting him up and down on my shaft.

"This feels really good even if I don't cum from doin' it this way, and I can kiss you too," he said just before his lips came into contact with mine and his tongue shot out like a snake sniffing the air.

We tongue dueled as I bounced him up and down on my erection and built up a very pleasurable rhythm. He was not only kissing me, but he was also sighing into my mouth and making a slight grunting noise each time my penis skewered him completely. I held out for as long as I could within the warm and tight confines of his intestinal tract, but eventually it just became too much for me to bear. After fifteen minutes of this enjoyable coupling, I couldn't take it any longer and let nature take its course.

As my semen shot up the tubes in my penis and blasted into the condom, I began to grunt with each spasm that catapulted my seed from the tip. Braedon's body shook too, but he didn't cum, so he must have been merely reacting to my thrusting into him and the warmth of my ejaculate filling the condom's tip. As soon as I regained my senses, I looked at Braedon and he seemed to be glowing, but there was also a sadness in his expression.

"I didn't cum from doin' it this way, but I still liked it," he offered in explanation.

"Then I imagine you'll want to fuck me too," I countered, and he began nodding his head. "While you're getting ready, I'll go clean up quickly."

"K," he replied, and after I laid him down on the floor again, he went to get a condom and the lube.

When I got back, I laid down on the mat and pulled my legs back so he could fuck me. Much to my surprise, he bent down and started to rim me first, something I wasn't expecting. After he did that for a brief time, he put some lube on my hole and on the condom, and then he thrust into me. He sighed again once he was all the way inside, and after a short pause, he began to thrust in and out of my backside.

Braedon only lasted a few minutes, but I knew he really enjoyed it just from watching the expressions on his face while he was doing it. After he filled the condom with his boy seed and his penis slipped out of my hole, we went to the bathroom to clean up. The others had already finished and cleaned up, so Braedon and I did it quickly and then headed to the living room to join them.

"I talked it over with Tucker and Jon, and they're gonna let me and Braedon sleep with you tonight," Hunter announced.

"Is that what you want to do too, Braedon?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Are we going to bed now?" I followed, looking from face to face.

"Yeah, and then we can get up early, eat breakfast, have sex, and then go to the pool before everyone else shows up again," Gary answered.

"Ok, sounds like a plan to me," I agreed.

I made sure the boys were settled down in the living room first, before I led Braedon and Hunter back to the bedroom. They had me get in the middle and then they both cuddled against me. "I'm so glad you let me sleep with you," Braedon stated as he was getting settled. "My dad would never let me do nothin' like this with him."

"I'm glad that you were able to stay over so you can do this with me too."

"Yeah, me too," Hunter chimed in as both boys kissed me on the cheek.

I was beginning to like being the center of these human sandwiches. Not only could I show the boys my love, but I felt equally loved in return and slept extremely well for the entire night.

When I woke up in the morning I tried to slip out of bed without waking the boys, but seeing they were entwined around my body like two vines, they woke up when I moved. They both gave me a quick kiss on the cheek again, and then they leaped out of bed and raced to the bathroom with their morning wood leading the way. As I followed them at a more leisurely pace, I could hear two streams hitting the water in the toilet bowl, and as soon as they finished, I took my turn next. After we washed our hands, we headed out to the kitchen to fix breakfast.

I decided to make pancakes this morning, so I got out the big box of Bisquick, milk, and eggs so I could whip up a large batch of pancake batter. I then got out three frying pans, a can of Pam, but I must have been making too much noise, because the other boys soon came staggering out of the living room. While they were emptying their bladders, I took a quarter-cup measuring cup and used it to dip the batter out of the bowl and into each of the frying pans. As soon as I had everything set up, I began making pancakes as fast as I could.

While I was doing that, I had Braedon take the butter and syrup out to the table, while Hunter started pouring eight glasses of orange juice. I then had Braedon pull eight plates out of the cabinet, and I began putting two pancakes on each plate before I had one of the boys take it out and begin eating. The other boys had all returned and were ready to chow down too, and it took about fifteen minutes to get them all their first plate of pancakes. By the time I had given the last boy his pancakes and had started eating, I began making seconds for those who wanted more. Once the boys were all full, I made some more pancakes for myself and sat down at the table with the boys.

Now that everyone was full, the boys helped me clean up afterward and I asked if they were ready to go to the pool. "No! We want to have sex first, and then we'll go to the pool."

"Ok, and we'll probably still get there before the crowd starts showing up," I agreed.

"And Hunter, you can be with Mr. Roberson this time, cuz you haven't been getting a turn with him," Nolan added.

"That's ok, cuz I don't want to mess things up for the rest of you."

"No, Will can be with him after lunch, and then I'll be with Mr. Roberson after dinner, so we'll each have had a turn this weekend," Nolan replied.

"Great! That means I get to be with you now," Hunter stated cheerfully as he leaned against me.

"So how do you want to do it?" I asked.

"Like the other boys have been doin' it," he answered, so we headed to the bedroom to get started. This was going to be Hunter's first time with me in front of the other boys, so for all they knew it was his first time with me period, except for rimming and sucking him off at lunchtime.

Once he was on the mat, I rimmed him first, and then we started out just like I had with the others. The same as Tucker had done, Hunter began to kiss me very passionately the second I was on my feet, and then I started hoisting him up and down on my erection. Even though our lips were connected and our tongues were sparring, he was also moaning into my mouth at the same time. I felt this meant he was really getting into this and enjoying what we were doing, and we'd been going at for quite a few minutes when he pulled his mouth off mine, his eyes slowly rolled back in his head, and then his penis went off like a high-pressure water pipe springing a leak.

"Holy shit! Hunter just cummed his first time with Mr. Roberson," Tucker gasped.

"Maybe he's like Will and will cum every time Mr. Roberson fucks him," Nolan stated.

"It's certainly possible," Gary agreed.

"Then we've got to make sure he stays in the rotation from now on, even if it means we have to wait a little longer for our turn," Will insisted, with the others immediately agreeing. "I want to see if it happens to him every time too."

I think the conversation impressed Hunter, even if he was mostly out of it at the moment, but it soon became apparent he'd still heard what the boys had said. I think it made him feel good that he'd impressed them and they felt strongly enough that they'd agreed to wait a little longer for their turn with me from now on.

Shortly after I laid him back on the mat and had extracted my penis from his butt, we went into the bathroom to shower. The other boys had already finished up, so I told them to put on their swimsuits and grab a towel, and then Hunter and I finished our shower and followed suit. On the walk over to the pool, Gary suddenly realized something.

"Shit. I forgot to bring the clothes that I'm gonna wear in the play tomorrow!" he stated, visibly shaken.

"Fuck! I did too!" Nolan confirmed.

"What about the rest of you?" I asked.

"I brought my stuff with me," Will answered, since he was the other boy playing an adult.

The rest of the boys said they could wear what they brought with them, but Gary and Nolan had adult roles, so they needed a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. "Ok, after we get back from the pool, I'll drive you home so you can get what you need," I offered.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry that I screwed up," Nolan apologized.

"Me too," Gary agreed. "I guess I must have been thinking about camping out and just forgot that we'd still be here the first day we were doin' the play."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal. I'm sure these guys will be ok here for the few minutes I'm gone to drive you home."

"Yeah, we'll just play horseshoes and bean bag toss until you get back," Will suggested.

Now that this minor crisis had been averted, we continued on to the pool and found fewer than a dozen people there, other than the lifeguards. We dove into the water and played around for about an hour and a half, and then we decided to head back to the house. When we got there, I quickly explained what we were going to do.

"Nolan and Gary, change into your shorts and tee-shirt, and I will too. Then, I'll take you home to get your things, and we'll have lunch after we get back."

"And after that we'll have sex, cuz it your turn to fuck me again," Will offered enthusiastically.

"Ok, and we shouldn't be gone long."

I dropped Gary off first and let him run inside to get what he needed. He was inside longer than I thought necessary, and when he finally came outside, his parents were behind him. They waved at me, while also shaking their heads at their son, and then he hopped back in the car.

"My dad just told me I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders, cuz he was the one who made sure we brought all the other stuff when we came to your house. He didn't know I needed this stuff too, and that's why I forgot it."

"That's a typical parental reaction, but like I said, it's not a big deal, at least as far as I'm concerned."

Nolan only lived a few houses down the street, but he waited for me to drive him there and then he went inside too. His parents followed him outside and waved at us as well, but they didn't shake their heads like Gary's parents had done. "My dad said next time he'd nail a reminder to my forehead so I wouldn't forget anything," Nolan stated as he got into the car.

"Ouch, that's going to extremes," I quipped as we waved back and took off.

When we returned to the house, the other boys came inside to fix their lunch, and we merely had sandwiches again, along with the last of the pickles, chips, pretzels, and cheese puffs. We'd no sooner finished cleaning up when Will started encouraging me to go to the bedroom with him.

"Come on. We're wasting time," he whined.

"You'd think you haven't had sex in weeks," I teased.

"I haven't with you," he replied with a cheeky grin.

"So how do you want to do it this time?"

"Is there another way we can try?"

"Yes, but I'll need to go get something first. You can lay down on the mat and I'll get you ready when I get back.

Since I hadn't undressed yet, I ran out the side door to the garage and came back carrying a metal lawn chair that had thick cushions on the seat and back. "What's that for?" Will asked when he saw it.

"Just hang on and you'll see," I told him.

After I rimmed him and stretched his hole, I got myself ready and placed a towel on the floor at the foot of the chair so it stretched out in front of it. Once that was taken care of, I sat down.

"This is going to be similar to something we did before, although slightly different. This time you're going to sit down on my penis, and once it's completely inside you I want you to put your feet on top of my knees and your hands on the arm rests. Once you're ready, I want you to use your arms and legs to lift your body up and down as you fuck yourself on my penis."

"I can do that and it sounds like fun," he quickly agreed.

After he got into position, he experimented with lifting his body up and then dropping it back down on my erection. As soon as he got the hang of impaling himself on my shaft, I took note of the rhythm he was using and began to thrust up to meet his body as it dropped down. We soon fell into a nice steady cadence, just like two men hammering the same spike into a hard surface, as we continued this new form of coupling.

The other boys were watching us closely, because I assumed they wanted to see if Will would have another hands-free ejaculation. I was amazed that his penis was always as hard as granite whenever I was fucking him, and we'd been carrying on like this for quite a few minutes when his body began to jerk and spasm. At that moment, the first thin rope of semen shot out of his penis and sailed past his outstretched legs, landing on the towel that I'd laid out on the floor. I hadn't been sure it would be needed, but I placed it there just in case, and now a second and third blast of semen rocketed out of Will's penis and flew through the air. Those stands didn't travel nearly as far as the first, but they both cleared the chair, and then the remaining few shots landed on our legs and groins.

"I can't fuckin' believe it," Gary sighed. "He does it every single time."

"You're just jealous," Nolan challenged.

"Damn right I am. I wish I could do that too." Gary agreed.

Will's head tilted backward and rested on top of my shoulder after he'd finished having his orgasm, so I wrapped my arms around his chest, gave him a quick hug. I continued thrusting into him while he was recovering, so I had my orgasm before he came back to his senses. When he did, he turned his head to the side and spoke to me. "I really liked doin' it this way. It felt incredible."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. So are you ready to hit the shower now?"

"Yeah, just give me another minute first. My insides are still tingling and I feel a little queasy, cuz that was a really strong cum."

"Yes, I thought you shot quite a bit farther this time than you usually did."

"Yeah, me too. Like I said, it felt incredible, even more so than normal."

"I'm not sure why that might be."

"Me either, but it was fuckin' unbelievable."

When he finally indicated he was ready to hit the shower, I let him lift himself off me first, and then we headed to the bathroom. The other boys had just finished up as well, since they had stopped briefly to watch us, so we let them get cleaned up first. As Nolan was leaving the bathroom, he stopped to say something to me as he passed by.

"Leave the chair there, cuz I want to try that next."

I didn't have a problem doing what he wanted, and once the other boys were done in the bathroom, Will and I hit the shower together. "I really like it when you fuck me," he said as we were washing up. "I don't know why it happens, but feeling you inside me makes me cum every time."

"I've noticed that too," I teased. "And I'm glad I can make you feel so good."

"Not just good, but special. It's like I was meant to meet you so you could make me feel this way, cuz I was kinda down before we started doin' this."

"Why were you feeling down?" I asked, although I was fairly confident that I already knew the answer to my question.

He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, and then he finally spoke. "It was because I felt that I wasn't good enough for my dad and that's why he didn't want to be around me."

"Why? He didn't divorce you, he divorced your mother."

"Yeah, but when I was older he just stopped comin' around to see me. It was like he was ashamed of me or somethin'."

"Maybe he was just ashamed of himself, for leaving you and your mother like that."

"Maybe, but nobody else ever made me feel this special until I started doing this with you. I really want to thank you for this and I hope you will let me hang out with you even when I'm older."

"Of course I will. I'll never abandon you like your father did."

"Thanks. That means a lot to me."

We finished cleaning up and then went out to join the other boys. "What do you guys want to do now?" I asked.

"How about we just go for a walk," Tucker suggested. "I've been wonderin' how far back your property goes and what's at the other end."

"Actually, I've been wondering that myself, so if you boys want to get dressed we can go check it out.

We walked for quite a while, and I wasn't sure we were still on the property that went with the house, or if we were on someone else's land. We kept going, though, until we ran into the back of someone else's yard. The house obviously faced the next street down that ran parallel to River Street, but I wasn't sure how much of the land belonged to them and how much went with the house I was living in.

"I know that place," Hunter said. It's just behind the other end of the cemetery, on Cedar Street."

"I've never really paid attention to it before, but that would mean the cemetery must run along the entire block," I mused.

"And it covers about half the distance between Elm and Maple Streets too," Gary added.

"So is there anything on the other side of Memorial Pool?" I asked, since I'd never driven that far down Maple Street.

"Yeah, there's a gas station on the corner," Gary offered.

"So do you have any idea how much of this land goes with the house?" I followed.

"I'll ask my dad, but I'd say it probably runs all the way down to the back of this other guy's yard."

"That would mean you own all the land behind the pool and the park," Nolan surmised. "I don't think the other guy's property goes any farther than the end of the gas station, so you must own all the land behind those two other areas."

"So when they have fireworks displays, what area do they use to set the rockets off?"

"The top of the small hill at the back corner of the park, next to the pool," Hunter replied. "I've come to watch the fireworks before and I've seen them do it."

"I guess I'll have to ask the guy who owns the house if I can look at the deed when I'm ready to buy it, after I get tenure. If I own all of this land, I might have to clear a spot so I can put in a pool."

"Yeah, that would be great, but you'd have to deal with a lot of crap getting into it," Gary stated. "The best place for a pool is in an open area, but this place is surrounded by trees and bushes."

"I'll have to check into it. Maybe I could have a pavilion roof built over the pool, and then have the sides screened in to prevent that from happening. I'd also make sure there was a screen door at either end too."

"Yeah, but make sure you can lock them so no one else can get inside," Nolan suggested.

"Then we could swim in here by ourselves," Hunter said dreamily.

"But then you'd never see any other naked boys in the shower at the Y," I pointed out.

"Maybe not, but we could swim whenever we wanted and just ride our bikes over here to do it," Jon stated.

"But only in good weather. You can't use an outdoor pool when it starts getting cold outside."

"Yeah, that's true," Braedon agreed, "but then we'd still get to see other naked boys at the Y."

On the way back to the house we walked along the property line that ran next to the pool and park, so I could also inspect those areas from this perspective. I even got a glimpse of the flat spot at the top of the hill that Hunter indicated was where they set the fireworks off. I wouldn't be able to see much if I tried to watch them from in here, because of all the trees, so I'd have to go into the park if I wanted to have a good view, but at least I could walk there. I wouldn't ride the bike because it would be after dark and my bike didn't have a light, but I would also want to avoid traffic. Seeing it would be a holiday, there might be some drunk drivers out and about who wouldn't be paying much attention to pedestrians or cyclists, so I'd be better off staying on the sidewalk.

We eventually made our way back to the house, and as soon as we got there I realized I should work with the boys to make dinner next. I told them to wash up first, and then we'd get things out to start fixing something to eat.

Chapter 53
The First Performance

As soon as the boys and I had cleaned up after our little excursion, I went out to the kitchen and set the temp on the oven. When the boys came out to join me, I started putting them to work fixing dinner.

"Gary, there's a large pot in the bottom cabinet to the left of the sink. Take it out, fill it half full of water, put it on a burner, and set it on high. Then, take the two packages of spaghetti out of the pantry and let me know when the water starts to boil. Oh, and take the colander out too, so you can drain the spaghetti when it's cooked."

"K, I can do that," Gary replied.

"Nolan, I want you to get the large pan out of the drawer below the oven and make sure you get the lid that fits it as well. Then get the large jar of spaghetti sauce out of the pantry and pour it into the pan, but I'll tell you when to put it on the burner."

"Ok, I understand," Nolan confirmed as I was setting the temp on the oven.

"Will, I want you to get one of the cookie sheets out of the dishwasher, cover it with aluminum foil, take the large bag of meatballs out of the freezer, and spread them out on the cookie sheet. Check the bag to see how long they need to cook, place them in the over, and set the timer."

"Got it," Will replied.

"Hunter, I want you to grab the other cookie sheet out of the dishwasher and cover it with aluminum foil too. Then, take the two loaves of garlic bread out of the freezer and space them out on the cookie sheet. Check to see how long they need to bake so you can set the other timer, and then put them in the oven."

"Hunter and Braedon, there are two bags of salad mix in the crisper in the refrigerator, and I want each of you to take a bag and start filling four bowls each. Once you've done that, take the bowls of salad into the dining room. Once you've done that, take the bottles of Italian and Ranch dressing out of the fridge and place them on the table for us to use."

"Ok," they both agreed.

"Tucker and Jon, there are two containers of cherry tomatoes on the counter. I want each of you to take one of the containers and rinse off the tomatoes for the salad. When you've done that, take them into the dining room and place six tomatoes in each bowl of salad."

"Mr. Roberson, there are bubbles rising in the water now," Gary told me.

"But it's not boiling yet. Check the packages to see how long the spaghetti should stay in the boiling water, and when the water comes to a boil, dump both pages into the pot."

"K."

"Nolan put the spaghetti sauce on another burner and set the temp on medium. When you see the sauce starts to burp, meaning you see the sauce starting to bubble a bit, then put the lid over the pan."

"Ok."

"Whose timer just went off?"

"It was mine," Hunter answered.

"Then put on the oven mitts and take your cookie sheet out of the oven. You can place it on the hot pads on the counter."

"Ok, I will."

"Will, that must have been your timer then. Turn the oven off, and as soon as Hunter is through with the oven mitts, use them to take the meatballs out of the oven and place them on the other hot pads on the counter."

"Got it."

"Gary how many more minutes before the spaghetti is done?"

"Four more minutes."

"Ok, set the colander in the sink." After he'd done that I spoke again. "The spaghetti must be getting close to being done now, so watch what I'm doing." I used the pasta server to pull a stand of spaghetti out of the boiling water, and then I ran it under the cold water from the tap. I split a strand and gave half to Gary. "Taste it." He did, and I did the same.

"It's kind of hard, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"That means we need to give it another minute or so." When the time was up, I pulled out another strand and we did the same thing. "How's that one taste?"

"Pretty good. It's not hard."

"Then turn off the burner and take the oven mitts so you can carry the pot over to the sink. Dump it all into the colander, but do it slowly. Be careful that the water doesn't splatter on you and that the spaghetti ends up in the colander."

"K."

"Nolan, is the sauce bubbling?"

"Yeah, it's splattering on the glass lid."

"Then turn the burner off, because it's ready too."

"Gary, carefully pick up the sides of the colander and shake it gently, so the last of the water drains off. When there's no more water dripping from it, dump it all in this big bowl."

"Each of you get a plate and silverware, and then bring your plate over to me." When they did, I scooped out some of the spaghetti and put it on their plates. "Now go over and use your fork to take four to six meatballs off the cookie tray, then bring you plate back to me and I'll cover it all with a ladle of sauce. Take your plate to the table and then get yourself a drink."

Once the boys were all taken care of, I moved the garlic bread onto a platter, cut into pieces, carried it into the dining room, and set it on the table. "Help yourself to this too, and use whichever salad dressing you prefer."

Then, I went back and filled my plate with spaghetti and got a glass of water so I could sit down and eat with the boys.

"Hey, this is pretty good and we fixed it all ourselves," Jon stated looking amazed.

"Yes, you did."

"How come the food always tastes better when we help to make it?" Tucker asked.

"I think it has something to do with the pride of accomplishment," I answered. "It wasn't that hard to do, but when you do it yourself, it always seems to taste better."

We finished eating, but not before some of the boys went back for seconds, and since they'd seen how I did it the first time, I let them do it themselves this time around. As each one finished his meal, he took his dishes out to the kitchen and rinsed them off, but I had them leave them on the counter this time. I wanted to load the dishwasher myself, because there was a lot to fit in.

I washed the pot and pan by hand, but everything else went into the dishwasher. Once I put the detergent in, I started it and I led the boys into the living room to watch TV for a while, because we were too stuffed to do anything else.

During one of the commercials, Jon said something that got us all thinking. "We probably should spend one night in the tents, in case our parents ask us what it was like."

"Yeah, he's probably right," Will agreed. "There's two big tents, so half of us could sleep in each one."

"But do we really want to be out there alone?" Braedon wondered.

"That's what you told your parents you were going to do," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but let's have sex one more time before we go out there. I just hope we'll have enough light so we can take our sleeping bags back out there."

"Don't worry, there's a spot light attached to the house next to the sun room, and it lights up most of the backyard. I'll turn it on long enough for you to find your way to the tents and put your things inside. I also have two battery operated lanterns that you can use in the tents, so there will be one for each tent. I bought them in case the power went out in the house, but they'll work for this too."

"Great, then we're all set," Gary said looking pleased.

"Are you gonna sleep with us, Mr. Roberson?" Braedon asked next.

"Hunter's going to use my sleeping bag, but I can take out a blanket and a pillow and bunk in with one of the groups."

Tucker, Jon, Braedon, and Hunter quickly let me know they wanted to be in with me. "That's gonna make that tent crowded, cuz there will be five of you in that tent, and only Gary, Will, and me in the other tent," Nolan offered.

"Yeah, you're right, so I'll sleep in with you guys," Hunter relented. I think he offered to do that because he knew he'd be sleeping with me on other nights.

"Ok, that will work then," I concurred, "but just give me a chance to run out and inspect the tents first. Since you haven't been using them, I just want to make sure nothing else has moved in there since you put them up."

"Good idea," they all agreed.

The tents had been zipped up and nothing unexpected was inside, so the boys were eager to go back to the bedroom and get it on first, before we went out there for the night. "Ok, it's my turn to do it in the chair with you," Nolan reminded me.

"I haven't forgotten, but lay down on the mat first and I'll get you ready."

I rimmed and stretched him out first, as well as lubed him up. After I was ready too, I sat down on the chair and Nolan sat down on my penis after I lined it up with his hole. Once it was completely inside of him, he placed his feet on my knees, his hands on the arm rests, and he began lifting and lowering his body on my shaft.

Just as I'd done with Will, I gauged the rhythm he was using for a short time first, and then I began thrusting up into him as he dropped downward. We were totally in sync and really working well together, so after more than fifteen minutes of doing this, I felt the telltale signs building in my scrotum, which let me know I'd soon be experiencing my release. I tried to hold off for as long as I could to give Nolan a chance to cum first, but it didn't happen and I grunted with each volley as I filled the condom with my thick, creamy seed.

"Man, I wish I could figure out why I can cum sometimes when you fuck me, but not other times, while Will does it all the time," Nolan said dismayed.

"It might be that his prostate is located slightly closer to where my penis is when I'm sliding in and out of him, or possibly his prostate is just more sensitive."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Yeah, I want to get off too," he confessed.

"Ok, I'll clean up while you're getting ready."

When I retuned, I got into position for Nolan to begin, and he wasted no time before entering me. He took off like a race horse leaving the starting gate and attacked my butt like a man possessed. After just a few minutes, I could tell by the scrunched up look on his face that he was trying to hold back his orgasm, but he soon gave in and filled the condom with his semen. Once he was drained and he'd pulled out of me, he looked down and spoke.

"I cum so fast when I'm doing this, so why can't I cum while you're doing it to me, cuz you take a lot longer than I do?"

"I wish I could answer that question for you, but I have no idea what to say."

We went to clean up first, and then we all slipped on shorts and tee-shirts before the boys grabbed their sleeping bags and backpacks, while I took a blanket and pillow with me and we headed outside. We left through the sun room and I flicked on the spotlight as we carried everything out to the tents. Once it was all situated inside, they turned on the lanterns and I went back to the house to turn off the spotlight. I had a flashlight with me so I could see my way back, and then we decided who would sleep where.

The boys had me lay down in the center of the tent, and then Jon and Braedon placed their sleeping bags as close to me as possible, with the zippers facing me. Once they were situated, Tucker placed his sleeping bag above our heads, so he was close to all of us too, with the zipper facing toward us as well. Once we were all comfortable, the boys all reached an arm out of their sleeping bag so they could touch me, and then I had Tucker turn off the lantern and we fell asleep.

I woke up when the sunlight filtered through the fabric of the tent, and I got up to go into the house to get ready for work. I wasn't quite to the house yet when I heard a voice call my name. "Mr. Roberson, where are ya goin'?" Braedon wanted to know as his head was poking out of the tent.

"I'm heading to the bathroom to use the toilet and then I'll shower for work." By the time I finished my answer, I could hear the other boys were getting up too, so I continued heading inside while they were hurrying to catch up with me.

When I finished washing up, I dressed for work and went out to the kitchen and found the boys dressed and waiting for me. "Seeing I have a lot to do today, I thought we could all just have cereal and toast this morning."

They nodded that it was ok with them, so I grabbed the boxes of cereal their parents had sent with them, the galloon of milk, a loaf of bread, the butter, and the orange juice and set it all on the counter.

"Grab a bowl and take whatever cereal you want. I'll put the bread in the toaster, but you'll have to get it when it pops up and butter it yourselves."

I made a partial pot of coffee, filled a bowl with cereal, and added the milk . The boys had already scarfed up the first four slices of toast, so I put four more slices of bread in the toaster and poured myself a small glass of orange juice. I carried those things into the dining room to eat with the boys, but I went back out to the kitchen when I heard the toast pop up. I buttered all four slices and put them on a small plate, and then I took two for myself and left the other two for whoever wanted them.

As soon as the boys finished eating, I told them they could start heading over to the park and I'd meet them there shortly. After they rinsed off their breakfast dishes, I told them to just set them on the counter because I hadn't emptied the dinner dishes yet. When I finished eating, I went out to do that next, and then I loaded the dishwasher again.

I rode my bike to the park alone today, since I told the boys we shouldn't be seen together quite so often. While I was locking up my bike, I looked in the direction of the mobile stage and saw employees of the maintenance department setting it up and getting it ready for our first performance.

One of the first things I did was to ask some of the kids to help me carry the set pieces that we'd made from the storage area in the building and out to the mobile stage. Once they were stacked in an area that was easy to get to when needed, but out of the way at other times, I checked to make sure all of the actors were at the park. I also made sure they were either wearing their costume or could change into it before the play was scheduled to begin.

Even though there was a poster on the bulletin board and others taped to the walls with information about the play, I still went around to talk with various kids about it, in case they'd forgotten. The posters had been made by the kids in the acting program to publicize the play, but I realized that kids sometimes ignore items such as this, even if they're prominently placed. That's why I decided that word of mouth reminders would be appropriate as well.

The boys went to my house at lunch time and we quickly made sandwiches and grabbed a drink, and then the boys decided to suck each other off. I thought they might skip it today, since we had so much going on, but they thought it would help to calm them down before they went on stage. I didn't have a problem with that either, seeing I had to suck one of them off as well.

Once that had been taken care of, I made sure Gary, Nolan, and Will had all changed into the clothes they were going to wear for the play, because they each had an adult role. Gary was playing the part of a teacher, Will was going to be the principal, and Nolan a detective, so I wanted to make sure they were all dressed appropriately. One of the girls had an adult role too, and she had assured me earlier that she would change when she went home for lunch.

Once they were ready, I had them ride back in groups of two or three, so we didn't draw attention to the fact that we always seemed to be together. After the boys had all taken off, I rode back alone, locked my bike up at the bike rack, and then I went inside to chat with the other counselors. I asked them to encourage the other kids to attend the play, and that's when Tom suggested he'd lock the building, except for the outside doors to the toilets. That way the kids that hung out mostly indoors would have nothing else to do and might come watch the play instead. I thanked him for his suggestion and agreed that might work.

I spent the rest of my time out at the mobile stage double-checking that we had everything we needed there, and the portable screens had been set up in front of both set of stairs. I also checked to make sure the kids who had volunteered to change the set pieces and props were there, and all of the actors were ready to go. When I peeked outside just before we were set to begin, I was pleased to see so many kids sitting on the grass in front of the stage, along with the other counselors.

After giving the kids a final pep talk and sending them to their places, I stepped out on the stage to greet the crowd and tell them a bit about what to expect. I was pleased to notice that everyone in the audience seemed to be excited about watching the play, and I noticed a few adults in the audience as well. I took it that they were parents or other relatives of the girls in the cast, or possibly of the other kids in the program. When I finished my little spiel, I stepped behind the screen and the kids in the first scene moved out to take their places.

Just as I hoped, and exactly like they'd practiced the Friday before, with the kids hitting all of their cues, projecting their voices, facing the audience when speaking, and remembering each of their lines. The play was going off without a hitch and the audience applauded loudly when the first scene came to an end.

After a brief delay as the stage crew raced out to get the stage set up for the next scene, the actors went to work again. This scene went off just as well, and then we repeated the process for scenes three through five. As the actors said their final lines and came off stage, I quickly got them organized to go out for their final bow. This time the audience was not only clapping, but they were cheering too and some were even whistling, which brought smiles to the faces of everyone in the cast. The play had been a success.

Once we left the mobile stage, we were approached by the people who'd been in the audience, along with the other counselors, and they all praised the kids for doing such a wonderful job.

"I'm impressed, and the kids did a remarkable job," Patty told me. "I was also impressed by the way you used minimal sets and limited props, but we still knew exactly where the action was taking place and what was going on."

"Thanks, but it's what the play called for. It was designed so it could be performed on a shoestring budget," I replied.

"Well, you certainly pulled it off."

When Patty was walking away, I noticed Owen standing beside me. I hadn't noticed him in the audience, but then again, I hadn't check out who each of the adults were that I'd noticed earlier. "Just as I expected, another excellent job. I'm very impressed that the kids did so well in such a short period of time, and I know this will go over really well tomorrow night."

"Thank you, Owen. I'm glad you were here and that you enjoyed the play."

"And I'll be here tomorrow night with my wife and kids, because we're coming to watch this before the fireworks display. I'm confident my children will really enjoy this."

"I hope they do, and I also hope we have a good turnout."

"By holding the play before the fireworks are set off, I think you've ensured yourself of a very large audience."

"As long as the kids don't get stage fright or cold feet when they see how many show up, then we should be fine."

"I'm sure they'll do an excellent job."

The boys all wanted to talk to me about the play too, since they were thrilled about how the audience had responded. We talked about that for a while, and then I gave them the key to the house and sent them there to change, take the tents down, and pack things up before their fathers showed up. I told them they could just stack it all on the grass next to the driveway, so it would save time when they were ready to put it into the different vehicles. They agreed, and I said I'd be there in a little while, because I shouldn't leave early.

I received a lot more attention when I went back into the building. Sometimes it was about the play we'd just done, but at other times I was asked what other plays we were going to do next. I told them a little, but not very much, because I wanted them to be as surprised as they were today. Only the cast would know more, unless they came out to watch our rehearsals.

When I was finally able to leave, I rode my bike home and saw that the boys had nearly everything taken care of already. I got out the dishes and other items the first meal had been sent in and took them outside as well, and I had the cooler near the fridge so we could load it up with the left over food and drinks when their fathers arrived. Since I didn't have anything available to keep the leftover cold, so I was going to wait until they showed up before I started loading it into the coolers.

When their fathers drove down the driveway later, we went out to greet them. "Well, I see everyone survived," Gary's father teased.

"And they have all their toes, fingers, and other parts too," I joked back.

"So did you have a good time camping?" Nolan's father asked.

"Yes!" came the shout from the boys.

"We had the best time ever," Will added.

"It was fantastic," Braedon confirmed.

"We played games and went swimmin' over at Memorial Pool," Jon offered.

"And Mr. Roberson taught me how to make scrambled eggs, home fries, and spaghetti," Gary announced.

"Not for the same meal, I hope," his father quipped.

"Nah, but it was pretty fun doin' it."

"Wow! Not even your mother has gotten you to do anything like that before, but I'm sure she'll be pleased."

"So how was it sleeping in the tents?" Jon's father asked next.

"Kinda scary, so I'm glad Mr. Roberson had lanterns we could use in the tents," Tucker replied.

"And the ground was pretty hard, so it wasn't like sleepin' in my bed," Jon added. I think we were all glad they had spent one night in the tents so they could answer honestly.

"It sounds like you boys had a great time, everyone's in one piece, and Marshall still seems to have his sanity, so we'll declare it a complete success," Nolan's father confirmed.

"And we all hope we can do this again," his son responded.

"We'll have to talk about that, because we don't want to keep imposing on Marshall."

"No imposition at all. In fact, I think I had as much fun as the boys did."

"You are remarkable," Jon's father stated as he shook his head in disbelief that I'd enjoyed spending so much time with the boys.

"And I've got everything ready so we can pack up the remaining food and drinks and put them in the cooler," I announced.

"No, you keep that stuff. I'll just take the empty cooler, because we'll need it for tomorrow," Gary's father countered. "We've all agreed to spend the day at the park tomorrow and will use the cooler to pack a picnic lunch."

"And the rest of us will bring our coolers too, and you and Hunter are invited to join us, unless he has plans with his mother," Jon's father offered.

"I think my mom has to work most of the day," Hunter replied, "but she said she'll be there to see the play and the fireworks."

"Then we'll save her something to eat too," Nolan's dad stated.

"Can I chip in this time?" I asked, since I didn't want to be a freeloader.

"Nope, we've got it covered," Gary's dad confessed. "You've done more than your share already."

"Then I'll bring the playground ball so we can play kickball on the softball field," I offered.

"Sounds good, and I think we might even be able to get our wives to do that as well," Nolan's father stated.

"Then it sounds like it will be a fun filled day," I concurred. "Gary, Nolan, and Will, I see you've changed, but where did you put your clothes for the play?"

"They're on top of our backpacks in the house."

"Why don't you just leave those things here, and then you boys can come over and shower and change before the play, since I'm sure you'll get dirty before then."

"Yeah, we'll bring other clothes with us too, because we'll probably get dirty as well," Braedon stated.

"Good idea," I concluded. "We'll come over here around 6:00 and it should give you boys plenty of time to clean up and change."

"I guess this place is working out really well for you then," Gary's dad acknowledged.

"Yes, it's working out great. I'm glad your son brought it to my attention."

"I'm glad it's working out for both you and the current owner," he agreed.

"Just out of curiosity, do you know how much of land goes with the house?" I wondered.

"The previous owner bought all of the land between River Street and the lot on Cedar Street, and it's bounded by the cemetery on one side and the park and pool on the other," he responded.

"That's great, because I wasn't sure."

Now that this had been cleared up, the boys went inside to get the cooler and they loaded up the cars. Hunter and I watch as they turned around in front of the garage, and we waved at them as they drove off. Once they were gone, Hunter looked at me and spoke.

"Can I stay with you again tonight?"

"Shouldn't you spend it with your mother?"

"I'll go home and have dinner with her, but if she doesn't mind, can I come back and spend the night with you?"

"Only if she doesn't mind," I answered.

That caused him to give me a hug and a kiss before he hopped on his bike and headed home. He waved as he rode off, so I waved at him until he disappeared from sight.

Chapter 54
Independence Day

Hunter came back later that evening, after we'd both had dinner. "That was fun today. I hope we do that good tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Is your mom coming?"

"Yes, she's done working at 5:00, and then she's gonna run home to clean up first before she comes over to the park."

"Good, I'm glad she'll be there."

"Me too, cuz then both my mom and dad will both be there."

"Just don't slip and say that in front of her. She might not like it."

"I don't think she'd mind, cuz she's happy that I've got a man to teach me stuff now. I think she already knows that I think of you like you're my dad."

"It's alright if she thinks it, but I'm not sure you should be confirming it with words. I wouldn't want to upset her."

"I won't say nothin' about it if you don't want me too."

"I think that would probably be best. So what's next, watching TV?"

"Yeah, let's do that for a while and then you can make love to me before we go to sleep. That's why I like staying here with you, so we can do that."

"Man, I can't believe you're the same kid who told me he was straight."

"Yeah, I know. I still like girls too, but I like doin' this with you more. I just feel so good when you make love to me."

"As long as you want to do it, I won't complain. I enjoy doing it with you too."

Hunter gave me a quick hug and a kiss after I said that, and then we went into the living room. After he found something to watch on TV, he laid down on the sectional and put his head on my lap.

"Are you sure you want to do this? The last time you laid down like this you fell asleep."

"Yeah, I know, so if I fall asleep again, just wake me up when you're ready to go back to the bedroom."

He'd found a movie to watch that I'd never heard of before, and I lost interest in it from the start, so I spent my time thinking ahead to the next play I wanted to do. I'd actually wanted to do it as the first play, but I wasn't sure we could pull it off as quickly as we did the other play. This one has a flexible cast of between 21 to 48 actors, and I didn't feel I'd have time to get that many kids ready in time to put it on. It's titled: "The Entire History of the American Revolution (in 40 Minutes or Less)", so hopefully we'll be able to put it on by the end of the month. If we can, I'd like to do "Babes in Toyland" before the summer ends, and that cast includes 13 female and 13 male roles.

I continued thinking about those things until Hunter broke my train of thought. "Come on, Dad. The movie's over, so let's go back to the bedroom."

He'd already turned off the TV, so I merely got up, flicked off the lights, and made sure the door was locked as we made our way to the bedroom. When we got there, he turned to me and spoke.

"I want to do it like we did the last time I stayed over. I like doin' it that way cuz I cum when you're makin' love to me too."

"I still think you have more to do with that than I do, because I think it happens due to you thrusting your penis against my belly and that is what gets you off."

"Maybe, but I still like doin' it that way. You can start undressin' me, just don't suck my dick."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say."

I then began removing his clothing, starting with his shirt. After it was off, I kissed him first and we made love with our tongues, and then I turned my attention to his ears and neck. He was panting and groaning by the time I stopped and moved down to his chest, and this time it almost sounded as if he was purring as I toyed with his nipples and sucked on the tiny nubs.

When I reached his navel, I lowered his shorts and underwear, and then I lifted him up and laid him on the mattress. After totally removing those last two articles of clothing, along with his shoes and socks, I attacked his scrotum briefly, before lifting his legs and diving down to attack his pucker with my mouth and tongue. I rimmed him for a few minutes, because I knew he really enjoyed having me do that as well, and then I stretched and lubed his hole, before I put on the condom and lubed it up.

As my penis entered and slid down his chute, Hunter cooed and sighed, letting me know he enjoyed the feeling of it filling his bowels. It also caused his penis to spring to life as he boned up, and then he reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled my head down so I could kiss him. As soon as my lips touched his, his tongue snaked out of the opening and his hips started thrusting up against my body. His trapped penis began sliding between our bellies, and fortunately he was providing enough pre-cum to keep the area lubricated so it didn't become painful for him. He was timing his movements to mirror my thrusting into his tunnel of love, which increased the erotic feelings for both of us.

We performed this sensual dance for several minutes before his body stiffened, he pushed his penis into my abdomen, and his cum spurted out of the tip and coated both of our torsos. His internal muscles didn't clamp down enough to cause my orgasm as well, but it was enough to speed up the process. I continued thrusting into him for a couple more minutes before I fired my load into the condom, and I think this helped to prolong the feelings that were still coursing through Hunter's frame at the same time. I say this because his head was rolling from side to side on the pillow, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was hanging slightly open as he moaned in pleasure.

Because he'd complained about me doing it the previous time, I didn't immediately pull out of him after I'd ejaculated, but eventually my penis lost its erection and slipped out of his hole nonetheless.

"Man, I wish you could have stayed in me all night long," he sighed when he came out of his post orgasmic fog.

"I'm not sure that would be possible, even if I was using Viagra. It even comes with a warning that you should seek medical assistance if your erection lasts longer than four hours."

"I know, but I'd love to feel you in me while we cuddled."

"Let's go shower, and then we'll come back here to sleep."

He adjusted the water while I discarded the condom, and then we washed each other, gently and lovingly as we cleaned the areas on each other's body that we were so familiar with. When we finished, we dried off, and headed over to the bedroom. After I got in bed, Hunter rolled over and placed his head on my chest, draped an arm over my belly, and a leg over mine, and he stayed that way the entire night.

When I awoke in the morning, Hunter's morning wood was pressed firmly against my thigh and his gentle, steady breathing told me he was still asleep. Since he appeared so comfortable I didn't want to move and wake him, so I merely remained where I was and glanced down at the top of his head. A single thought crossed my mind as I was doing this -- out of all the boys, who would have ever thought that Hunter would have been the one who felt the closest to me?

I knew I didn't have to hurry to get to work either. It was a holiday so the other counselors and I didn't have to show up today. Owen felt there would be too much going on to run the normal activities, and since many of the parents wouldn't have to work, he felt this would encourage them to spend the day with their children. That was fine with me, although I'd have to show up later so the kids could put on the play.

About this time I noticed that Hunter was beginning to stir, so I waited to give him time to shake the cobwebs from his brain and see what he wanted to do next. He'll probably want to eat, but then again, who knows what else he may have on his mind?

"What time is it?" he asked groggily as he tilted his head and saw that I was awake too.

"It's nearly 8:00," I said after glancing over at the clock on the nightstand.

"Then we'd better get up so you're not late for work."

"I don't have to work today – well except for putting on the play later."

"Really? You've got today off?"

"Most of it."

"Great! So what are we gonna do?"

"I was just about to ask you that question. Do you want to eat, or do you have something else in mind?"

"Ummm, would you make love to me again?"

"That's an option, but I think we'd better hit the toilet first," I suggested as I used my thigh to nudge his piss hard.

He giggled. "Yeah, we better do that first, but then will you make love to me?"

"We can do that too, but wouldn't you like breakfast first?"

"Nah, we'll eat after we do it, cuz I'll be hungrier then."

"Whatever you say. So how do you want to do this?"

"The same as we did it last night. I like that way the best."

"Ok, and since I don't have to undress you this time, we can get right to it. Let's just go drain the lizards first."

He giggled again as we got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I was going to let him use the toilet, but he stood there and looked at me. "We can do it at the same time ya know," he stated while looking slightly hurt that I hadn't joined him automatically.

"Yes, we can, but I didn't know you wanted to do it that way every time."

"I like doin' all kinds of stuff with you, even this."

Since it seemed so important, I stepped up beside him and we both aimed our penises at the bowl and let loose. I wasn't sure why he was making this such a big deal, but since he was, I had no problem with making him happy. After we finished up, we walked back to the bedroom to do what he wanted next.

When he reached the bed, he stopped, turned toward me, and tilted his head so he was looking up at my face. I knew this meant he was expecting a kiss, so I bent down, flicked my tongue out, and licked his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue darted out to meet mine, and we kissed for the next couple of minutes. He sighed when I moved down to his neck and began working on that sensitive area next, and then I lifted him up and laid him on the mattress without stopping what I was doing or slowing down.

Eventually, I moved lower and began working on one of his nipples. I used my tongue to toy with it until the tiny nub was standing out from his body, and then I lightly nipped at it with my teeth. When I placed my mouth over the miniature protrusion and began to suck on it, I reached over and tweaked the other one with my fingers. After doing that for a brief time, I switched and suckled on the other side, while tweaking the one I'd just left.

After doing that for a couple of minutes, I began working my way down his chest. When I reached his navel, I used my tongue to toy with the area quickly, before moving lower. I bypassed his penis, since I knew he wanted to wait and see if he would cum while we were making love, so I got up and moved between his legs. I bent down and attacked his scrotum just as soon as I was in position and gently tugged on the sack with my fingers and teeth, before taking both testicles into my mouth. As I moved them around with my oral muscle and sucked on them gently, I also began to hum. This caused Hunter to squirm and moan as the sound waves reverberated through the watery orbs and radiated throughout his body.

When I finally let his testicles fall from my mouth, I lifted his legs so I could rim him next, and I used my tongue to explore and stimulate the area first, before penetrating the opening. Hunter began to squirm and mildly thrashed about on the mattress while I was doing this, which indicated to me that he was enjoying the new set of sensations I was eliciting from his body. Eventually, I knew he was primed and ready for the main event, so I slipped on a condom and lubed it up before I stretched and lubed his hole. When I felt he was ready, I placed the bulbous head of my penis at his entrance and began to push.

Hunter was used to me easing into him by now, so this was no longer a struggle, and he began to moan and purr as my penis slowly slid deeper into his intestines. Once I was all the way inside, he lifted his head, placed his hands on my cheeks, and gently pulled my face toward him so he could kiss me. He was extremely aggressive as his tongue shot out and flicked across my lips, so I opened my mouth to allow him entrance.

While he was kissing me, I started to thrust in and out of his backside, and he began to push back with his butt to meet my thrusts. At the same time, he lifted his hips upward so his penis would rub between our bellies. We got into a steady rhythm and continued this erotic dance for quite a few minutes, because we were both enjoying it so much.

Unfortunately, Hunter hadn't learned to delay his gratification for as long as I would have preferred, and before long he gave into the sensations building in his groin. As his body stiffened, I heard him grunt, and then felt his warm semen hitting my body as his penis exploded between us. After releasing several spurts of his boy seed, he began to relax and enjoyed the results of his orgasm.

As Hunter was lost in his post-orgasmic haze, I continued to pound away at his butt as I sought my release as well. A couple of minutes later I reached the point of no return and my semen blasted out of my penis and filled the condom. As soon as I was completely drained, I collapsed on top of him, although I used my forearms to support most of my weight.

"Man, I love doing this with you, cuz you make me feel so good," Hunter enthused just before his mouth attacked mine again.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I certainly did, but you've gone and done it again." He looked up at me and wondered what he'd done wrong.

"Why? What did I do?"

"You've made another mess, so now we've got to go shower before we can eat." He giggled.

"Yeah, I know, but it was worth it."

"Yes, it was," I agreed.

While we were washing each other, I asked Hunter what he wanted for breakfast this morning. "Can we have French toast? I liked when we had that before, but it was a long time ago."

"Yes, it was, and I'm sure I have what I'll need to make it, if you boys didn't use up all of the syrup when we had pancakes during the campout."

"Nah, I know there was still some in the bottle, cuz I put it away when we were done."

"Good, then let's go out to the kitchen."

I made a small pot of coffee first, and then Hunter helped me make the French toast. Once there was enough for both of us, we carried our plates into the dining room to eat. "Man, this is really good," Hunter said after taking a couple of bites.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm glad you suggested this too, because I'm enjoying it as well."

"So what are we gonna do today?" Hunter asked after we'd rinsed off our dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.

"We're meeting the others at the park at 2:00, and I think we're going to play some games first. They said we'd eat around 5:30 so we'll be done in time for you boys to clean up and change for the play."

"K, that sounds good, but what are we gonna do until then?"

"That's up to you."

"Would you watch cartoons with me?"

"Why don't you go watch them while I'm doing a few other things, and then I'll join you in a little while."

"Can I help you with that stuff?"

"No, go be a kid for a while and I'll take care of these things."

He did as I asked, and I went to put in a load of laundry, since I hadn't done it over the weekend when the boys were here. Once that was going, I swept the floors next, before heading back to the laundry room to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer and put the next load into the washing machine. Then, I went in to join Hunter for a little while.

The cartoons he was watching weren't the same type I enjoyed when I was a kid, but he seemed to like them, so I sat down beside him and he snuggled against me. I merely watched him instead of the TV, and I got a kick out of seeing how he was reacting to the action on the screen, while also relishing the melodious quality of his giggles. I got up when I heard the buzzer go off on the dryer, and after putting those items in the laundry basket and moving the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I then put another load in the washing machine.

I carried the laundry basket to the living room and began folding the clothes as Hunter continued watching his shows. He glanced over to see what I was doing and even offered to help, but I told him I could take care of this and he should continue what he was doing. He did as I'd asked, and when I finished, I put the folded clothes back in the laundry basket, since I was planning on taking those things to my bedroom when the next load was dry.

We continued on like that until lunchtime, and then I fixed something so we could eat together. I finished the last of the laundry before it was time to go to the park, and then I told Hunter what we were going to do.

"Why don't we ride our bikes there?" he asked when I finished.

"Because eventually the other boys will be coming back with us to wash up and change for the play, and they won't have their bikes. Besides, it will be hard to carry the things on the bikes that we'll be taking with us."

"Oh, ok," he mumbled. I knew he understood my reasoning, but he still wasn't happy about having to walk there.

I grabbed the playground ball and handed it to Hunter to carry, and then I grabbed the cooler that I'd filled with drinks before we headed outside and began to walk down the driveway. When we got to the park, I spotted the boys before I noticed their parents, because the boys were tossing Frisbees back and forth, so I pointed them out to Hunter and we walked over to join them.

"Hi, Marshall," Gary's mother greeted me. "I'm glad to see you could make it."

"Of course I'm here. I have to be, seeing I'm in charge of the entertainment later."

"Ah, that's right," she replied looking slightly embarrassed.

I was still chatting with her and the other parents when the boys came over to pull me away to play Frisbee with them. I was explaining that I would do it later, when Nolan's mother spoke up.

"Go ahead and join them if you want," she urged. "They'll just keep pestering us if you don't, and I have a feeling you'd prefer to do that anyway."

"I enjoy chatting with you too..." I replied, but she cut me off.

"I know, but you're still young enough to enjoy doing that stuff with them as well, so go ahead."

Since she seemed to be encouraging me to do this, I joined the boys and we began tossing the Frisbees around. They had three of them, so they were flying all over the place as the boys randomly tossed the flying disks from one person to another. After we'd done that for a while, I asked a question. "Anyone up for a kickball game?"

"Yeah," they all chimed in response.

"And I think our parents will play too," Tucker offered.

While we were talking about this, I made another observation. "Braedon, where are your parents?"

"I rode here with Tucker's parents, cuz my mom and dad aren't comin' until later. My mom's bringing something for us to eat and then they're gonna watch the play."

"Your dad is going to watch the play too?"

"Maybe, but I'm not sure. He might leave early, if he thinks me and mom can get a ride home."

All of the parents were going to play too, except for Tucker's mother. She said she had a mild headache and didn't feel that running around would help, so she offered to keep our place on the grass near the stage. The rest of us said we understood and thanked her, as we headed over to the softball field to play our game.

We split the teams up as fairly as we could, with an equal amount of men, women, and boys on each side, and it turned out to be a fairly competitive and entertaining game. When we finished playing, the boys helped their parents get the food out of their vehicles so we could enjoy a picnic on the grass. The women had worked out who was bringing which items, and they fixed more than enough food for all of us to share. We'd already polished off the drinks I'd brought when we rehydrated after the kickball game, but they told me not to worry because they'd brought more than enough for all of us.

Braedon's parents showed up while we were setting everything up, and his mother brought a dish with her to share as well. Once the food was set out, we were each given a heavy duty paper plate, plastic utensils, and encouraged to help ourselves to whatever we wanted. There were several kinds of sandwiches, fried chicken, potato, macaroni, and pasta salads, baked beans, and containers with cantaloupe and honeydew pieces.

We were in the middle of chowing down when Hunter saw his mother looking for him, so he waved at her and called her over. She was carrying a small cooler with her as well. "I made some sandwiches for us, since I thought you might be hungry, but it seems as if you've already eaten."

"Yeah, we just got done."

"But there's plenty more if you'd like to join us. Just grab a plate and plastic fork, and then help yourself," Nolan's mother offered. "We've got plenty of desserts too."

"Thank you, and I might have a piece of that chicken to go along with what I brought," she replied, with a smile. "I want to thank you for taking care of my son like this."

"It's our pleasure and he's just another one of our boys, since they're all such good friends," Jon's father answered.

When she finished eating, we were ready to devour the desserts next, and there was a lot to choose from. There were chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies, brownies, and chocolate cake squares for dessert. There was more than enough food to go around and we were all stuffed by the time we finished. While we were cleaning up and I was taking a small bag of garbage to toss it into the trash barrel, I heard a voice.

"Marshall Roberson, is it really you?"

I thought I'd recognized the voice, but I couldn't immediately pinpoint who was speaking to me. When I turned around to see who it was, I spotted someone I hadn't seen in over a year.

"Colton, what the heck are you doing here?" It was a guy I'd met and spent some time with in college.

Let me explain a few things about Colton. He wasn't exactly the stereotypical gay, but he was gay and it was hard not to notice that fact. We'd even hooked up in college, but it never became serious. It was more of a friends with benefits situation, but I always thought he was a good guy and I enjoyed the time we'd spent together.

"I just moved here after getting a job with Link Manufacturing."

He then went on to tell me about his new position, and I filled him in about what I was doing as well. Neither of us grew up in this area, in fact we hadn't grown up with each other either, but now it appeared as if we'd be living and working in the same community. It truly was a small world.

We talked for a short time, but then I had to excuse myself so I could take the boys to my place to clean up for the play. After saying goodbye to Colton, I made my way back to the others, ready to tell the boys it was time to head over to the house. Before I could do that, however, Braedon's father confronted me.

"Why were you talking to that fag?"

"I know him from college and he just moved here."

"So you're friends with that pervert?"

"Colton's a good guy and wants to hang out once in a while, since he just got a job with Link Manufacturing."

"That's impossible! That's where I work and it's a really tough job. There's no way they'd hire a pansy like that to work in the shop."

"He won't be working in the shop. He's been hired to work in Human Resources. He said he'd be in charge of coordinating performance reviews and raises."

"You mean that fucking queer will be handling my grievance over my last evaluation?"

"I can't be sure, but it would seem that way."

He walked away pissed and muttering to himself, but I couldn't deal with that right now. Although I was worried that he was going to be a problem for Colton, I had to make sure the boys got ready for the play. After I rounded them up, we headed over to the house to clean up and change. Some of them had left their clothes at my place the previous day, while the others grabbed their backpacks out of their family's vehicles so they could go with me. As we were leaving the park, I saw a couple of maintenance department employees arrive and they started setting up the stage.

"Can we shower first, since we got all hot and sweaty at the park?" Gary asked.

"Yes, that will be fine, but you'll have to hurry."

"Then we'll take showers together," Nolan suggested, as he and Gary headed to the bathroom first.

After the various groups had cleaned up and changed, including myself, we walked back to the park and headed to the stage. Some of the other kids were already there, so I had a few of them help me move the screens out in front of the stairs at either end, and then I made sure the kids were set to go.

When I looked out at the grassy area in front of the stage, I saw there were a lot of people already sitting on the grass and even more were heading this way. It was fairly obvious that we were going to have a large audience, so I just hoped the kids could handle it when they got out on the stage.

Chapter 55
Another Success

While we were waiting for everyone else to find a place to sit and watch the play, I gave the kids a little pep talk to get them psyched up and told them to go out on stage and 'knock 'em dead'. Of course I didn't mean it literally, and I even had to explain what I meant to the kids too. After telling them it was an idiom actors used to mean 'go out and do a great job', I stepped out on the stage to welcome the audience and give a brief description of what the play was about.

After I exited to the wings and stood behind the screen, the play started and the kids did an even better job then they'd done the day before. I think the reaction they'd received from the audience the previous day and the comments they'd heard afterward had given them the confidence they were displaying today, especially the girls. Doing this play was their first experience with performing, so the emotional boost from the first outing was propelling them to do an even better job today. The boys were giving strong performances as well, which I'd come to expect from them, so all in all I was extremely pleased with each of them.

When the play ended and the kids had gone out to take their final bow, they received a tremendous ovation from the crowd. I assumed they were mostly family and friends who had come to support them, so it wasn't unusual that they were reacting positively, but I felt the kids had earned their admiration and respect. Now, we would have a chance to see who approached us and what they had to say.

As I was walking behind the last of the actors as we exited the stage, I was met by Owen at the bottom of the stairs. "Fantastic job!" he said and he grasped my hand and shook it. "I've been getting some very positive feedback from the parents since your first day on the job, so I was convinced I'd hired the right man. I don't think I've ever seen as fine a performance during any of the previous summers that I've held this position. My wife and children were in the audience too, and they thoroughly enjoyed it as well."

"Thank you, Owen. I'm glad you offered me this job, because I've had a great time working with these kids so far. By the way, might I have met your kids at the park before?"

"I doubt it, because my wife only brings them here on the weekend. Our children are only five and three-years-old, so they need constant supervision. In fact, once the play ended my wife just took them over to have some fun on the equipment until the fireworks begin."

"Ah, then maybe I'll get to work with them sometime in the future."

"That would please us all."

Once I left Owen, a few other people stopped to congratulate me, which included a couple of the girl's parents. "Great job! Amber said she liked working with you and has learned a great deal already," her mother informed me.

"She did an excellent job both times, and I'm sure she'll be in our other plays as well."

"Sally likes being part of your acting program too, and she's told me your very patient with them," her mother stated next.

"And she did a fine job as well and I've enjoyed working with her. You should be very proud of what she's accomplished."

Once I finished talking to them, I made my way over to the boys and their families. "Marshall, I don't know how you keep getting the kids to do so well, but congratulations on another fine job," Gary's father told me as I approached.

"Thank you, but the kids did the hard part. They deserve the credit, not me."

"Maybe so, but they wouldn't be doing so well without your guidance and instruction," Nolan's mother countered.

"It's like Michelangelo said about his sculptures. The figure was already in the marble and he just had to clear out the excess marble to make it seen. In my case, the ability was already in these kids, and I just had to dust it off so you could see it too."

"I can see why the boys like you so much," Braedon's mother added. "They really seem to enjoy being part of these plays and spending so much time with you."

"Thank you. They all work very hard at it, and that's why they give such fantastic performances."

"I'm not really into this crap, but I have to admit I was impressed too," Braedon's father stated next. "It was much better than what I was expecting."

"I'm glad you all came, because I know if means a great deal to your sons that you're here to support them."

I chatted with several of the other parents too, and then I asked the boys a question. "Did any of you leave anything at my house that you have to get now?"

"Yeah, I left my backpack there with my other clothes in it," Nolan confessed.

"And my other clothes are there too," Jon chimed in.

"Ok, then anyone who needs to go get their stuff, come with me now, while it's still light out."

We walked quickly as we made our way back to the house to get their things, and as they were rounding up those items, I noticed that Hunter hadn't come with the rest of the boys. This seemed strange to me, since his bike was still in the foyer, so it must mean he's going to come back and get it after the fireworks have ended.

I grabbed a flashlight to take with me so I'd have it for the walk home later, and I slipped it into one of the pockets of my cargo shorts before walking back with the boys. I saw them either asking for the key to the family vehicle so they could place their stuff inside, or one of their parents would walk over with them so they could leave their belongings safely in the car. While they were doing that, Hunter's mother came up to me.

"Great job, and I'm glad Hunter is part of your acting group. It's done a great deal to build his self confidence and he thinks the world of you."

"He's done a terrific job and I enjoy working with him. He's a very hard worker."

"Yes, he told me that he's help you do some work at your place, and I'm grateful you bought him the bike and let him spend so much time with you. He said his bike is at your house and you told him he could just spend the night, instead of riding home in the dark. Was he telling me the truth, or would you like me to drive to your place and put his bike in the trunk so I can take him home with me?"

"That won't be necessary and he's welcome to stay with me, if you don't mind. However, I know you work a lot and don't get to spend much time with each other, so if you want him home tonight we can do that too. I'll leave it up to you."

"I'm beat, so I'll probably just clean up and go to bed, so if you don't mind, I think he's looking forward to spending the night with you. He's needed a man in his life for a long time and I think he sees you as the dad he's never had."

"Yes, I know, because he's slipped and called me that a few times."

"I had a feeling that was the case, so I'm glad he's found someone as nice as you to fill that role for him."

"Having been an actor, I'm used to filling many different roles, and this is one I like more than any of the others. He's a great kid."

"Thank you, but he's not the only one who thinks very highly of you. I can tell these other boys do too, along with the kids in your acting group."

"I guess I'm just playing whatever roles they need at the moment as well. As Shakespeare wrote, "one man in his time plays many parts," so I'm just doing what is needed."

"I'm glad, because Hunter has finally started to come out of his shell."

We all went back to our spots from earlier, grabbed another drink, and sat down to wait for the first rocket to explode in the sky. It was nearly dark now, so we all looked toward the heavens and waited for the show to begin.

It started when four rockets soared into the nighttime sky, one after the other, and exploded with a large boom that we felt to our very core, as they released their colorful display of lights. That was followed by a variety of different types of rockets being set off, each with it unique pattern of lights and sound effects. This continued until the grand finale when somewhere between fifteen and twenty rockets were set off in rapid succession. As the sound waves impacted our chests and assaulted our ears, the brilliant lights mesmerized our eyes and kept us focused on the brilliant display. It was a fitting end to a wonderfully enjoyable day.

I said goodbye to each of the others and watched them leave, and then Hunter walked up beside me. "My mom said she talked to you about me spendin' the night."

"Yes, she gave me the impression that she thought I had suggested it because I didn't want you riding your bike home in the dark."

He blushed before he responded. "I knew you wouldn't mind if I stayed over again, so I told her it was your idea. Did you tell her that wasn't true?" This time he looked worried.

"Of course not, because I'd already figured out that was probably what you told her. Besides, I'd already guessed it was what you were planning on doing when you didn't come back to the house with the other boys to get your bike."

"Yeah, I was going to use that as an excuse to go back with ya. So what else happened?"

"Nothing, we just had a nice chat," I replied as I turned on the flashlight and we started walking back to the house.

"Come on! What did you guys talk about?"

"You, of course."

"What did she say?" He almost appeared panicked now.

"Nothing bad. She said she was glad you were taking part in the plays and thanked me for buying you the bike. She also said something about you liked spending time with me."

"Yeah, I finally told her I stayed with you most times when I wasn't at home and that you're the one who takes me swimmin'. Did she say anything else?"

"Only that she believes you think of me like I'm your dad."

"She said that? How did she sound? Was she upset?"

"No, actually she seemed quite pleased that you had me to fill that particular role. She even thinks it's been good for you, because you seem to be doing much better now."

"Good, then she'll probably let me spend more time with you."

"If you spend any more time with me, you might as well just move in," I joked.

"I wish I could, but I've got to spend some time with my mom too."

"Of course, and I wouldn't expect any less."

We had reached the house by this point, so I unlocked the door and we went inside. As soon as I turned on the lights, I looked at Hunter and spoke. "Ok, what do you want to do now, since it's getting late?"

"Will you make love to me before we go to bed?"

"I suppose we could take the time to do that, so do you want to do it the same way as before?"

"Nah, let's do it in the chair this time, cuz I cummed when we did it that way too."

"That's fine with me," I agreed as I started to take off my shirt as we headed back to the bedroom.

"I want you to undress me first, and then we can do it," he suggested.

I didn't have a problem with his request, since I knew he liked making out and having me work on the other parts of his body as well, so I turned and started to kiss him. I only broke the kiss long enough to lift his tee-shirt over his head, and then our mouths joined and our tongues did a delicate mating dance. By the time I began working on his neck, his knees seemed to buckle and grow weak, so I placed my hands on his waist, lifted him up, and laid him on the bed. Once he was on the mattress, I continued working on his neck before moving down to his chest.

When I reached the top of his shorts, I unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper, and then he lifted his hips and let me remove them. After I tugged them down his legs and took them off, I did the same with his shoes and socks. Now that he was naked, he spread his legs and gave me access to his family jewels.

I wasted no time in accepting his unspoken invitation and dove down to work on his scrotum next. After washing every inch of skin with my tongue, I nipped and tugged on the loose flesh with my teeth and fingers, before taking both of his testicles into my mouth. I quickly began to hum on them next, because I realized he enjoyed me doing that nearly as much as he liked me fucking him. As soon as I began my rendition of another Broadway tune, he started to squirm around beneath me as the sensations radiated throughout his slender frame and brought him pleasure. He was sighing and moaning too, another indication that he appreciated my efforts.

After doing this for a couple of minutes, I lifted his legs and attacked his bottom next, as I aggressively rimmed his most private place. I continued doing that until I felt it was time to get him ready, so I grabbed the lube and worked my fingers into his opening as I stretched his hole and prepared him for coupling. I also rolled the condom onto my ridged shaft and lubed it up as well, and then I placed a towel down on the floor, before I sat down on the chair and waited for him to join me.

As he stood in front of the chair facing away from me, he started backing up and I pushed my penis forward until it was pointing at his hole. He continued moving backward until the mushroom head touched his pucker, and then he pushed back until it slipped inside his hole and he'd completely impaled himself upon it. When that happened, he sighed, placed his weight upon my midsection, and lifted his legs so he could place his feet on top of my knees. He then grabbed the armrests and started to raise and lower his body on my erect shaft.

Hunter was attacking my penis with more vigor than ever before, and his body was going up and down on the shaft with such speed and aggressiveness that all I had to do was sit there and enjoy. When I had done this with the boys in the past, I would thrust upward while they were sitting down, and then relax when they lifted up again, but I didn't need to do that with Hunter. He was completely in charge and doing it at a speed that was giving both of us an equal amount of pleasure.

I'm not sure how long he'd been going at it, because I was completely lost in the feelings I was getting from his effort, when his sphincter and other muscles clamped down on my erection. He was still trying to continue his efforts, while at the same time strands of ejaculate were catapulting from his own flopping penis. His cum was flying all over the place, including on us, and I doubted much of it was landing on the towel. His orgasm brought me over the edge too, and I was busy filling the condom with my ejaculate as his release was coming to an end.

After taking a couple of minutes to regain our senses, Hunter tried to twist around on my penis, which hadn't fully deflated yet, so he could give me a quick kiss. "You made me do it again! You made me cum."

"You were doing all the work, and I merely loaned you a part of body to use."

"I love you, Dad, and you are the only one who ever made me cum when you fuck me. No one else has ever made me do it before, just you."

"I'm glad I can do that for you, but I enjoyed making love to you as well. However, we need to clean up and get to bed, because I have to work in the morning."

"Yeah, I know."

I grabbed the towel and wiped the additional spots of cum off the carpet, and then I tossed the towel in the laundry room before going to shower with Hunter. As I was washing his body, I made a decision that had nothing to do with him. I decided I was going to have to rent a rug shampooer and clean the carpet in the bedroom, because that wasn't the first time I've had to wipe semen off of it. After watching different crime shows on TV, I could only imagine how the ultraviolet bulbs would light up the entire bedroom if this place ever became a crime scene. God knows we wouldn't want that to happen.

After we finished washing each other, we went back to the bedroom and crawled into bed. Hunter immediately cuddled up with me again, with his head on my chest and an arm and leg draped over other parts of my body. Before long, his breathing had settled into a steady rhythm, which let me know he had fallen asleep, and I wasn't far behind.

When I awoke in the morning, Hunter was still wrapped around me like a boa constrictor on a hunger strike, meaning he had me in his coils but decided not to devour me. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that I could still give him a few more minutes to sleep before I had to get out of bed, since I knew moving about would wake him. Eventually, I had to get up and start getting ready, and sure enough he awoke the minute I extricated myself from his grip and got out of bed.

"Is it time to get up?" he mumbled as he tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"Yes, it is, but you can sleep a little longer and then come over to the park when you're ready. Just lock the door before you leave."

"No! I want to go with you," he stated as he jumped out of bed.

"Ok, if that's what you want, but don't blame me if your tired later."

"I'll be fine."

"Ok, then how about scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage links for breakfast?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

We got dressed quickly before heading out to the kitchen. While I was fixing the scramble eggs and frying the sausages, Hunter poured each of us a glass of orange juice and made the toast. Once everything was ready, we fixed our plates and carried them and our O.J. into the dining room to eat.

When we finished, we rinsed off our dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, and then I had Hunter take our bikes outside so we'd be ready to leave. Shortly after he came back inside, the other boys showed up to drop off their backpacks with their lunch inside, but they also had a little surprise with them.

"Hmmm, are you guys picking up hitchhikers now?" I joked.

"Nah, we told Danny and Alex to start bringing their lunch with them and we'd leave everything here until later," Will answered. "They were waiting for us by your driveway."

"Yeah, they want to mess around with us again after we eat."

I remembered they'd mentioned this before, when they allowed Danny and Alex to come over after the kickball game and they'd jerked each other off after I sprayed them. However, I thought I'd discouraged them from doing more, because I didn't know these boys very well, and I certainly didn't know their parents. I couldn't take a chance that they might say something about my involvement, so I thought I might have to start sitting out of the lunchtime fun.

After they'd all dropped their backpacks off, I had them ride to the park in small groups, but only after I took off first, because I didn't want to be late. I had just locked my bike up at the bike rack when some of the other boys pulled up. I merely nodded at them and went inside to let Tom know I'd arrived. I'd expected to find him inside because the place was unlocked, and he greeted me shortly after I walked into the main room.

"Marshall, I heard yesterday went well for you. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, but how did you know."

"One of the maintenance people was here cleaning the toilets when I arrived. I guess they got a lot of use yesterday, so he was making sure they were clean before the kids got here. Anyway, he told me he and his family were at the park yesterday and his kids loved the play. He asked me to pass that message along to whoever had been in charge of putting it on."

"Thanks, and yes, the kids did another wonderful job."

"So when's the next play?"

"I haven't decided yet, but probably in three weeks."

"Great. I hope the kids do as well as they did this time."

"I have faith that they will."

A little while later a group of kids from the acting program came in to ask me what play we'd be doing next and how many of them would be in this one. I explained the play and how many major and minor parts there were, and I told them I'd have those with the minor roles learn one of the major roles as a backup.

"Sounds like fun. I can't wait to see who gets the big roles this time."

"It will be someone else this time and those who were in the last play will get the smaller parts in this play. They'll also be the backups for the bigger roles too, in case someone gets sick or hurt."

After Patty and Paul showed up at noon, I saw some of the boys getting on their bikes and taking off for my house, so as soon as I could slip away, I went to join them. They were all standing around in the driveway waiting for me to show up when I got there.

"Thanks for lettin' us join these other guys," Danny said once we were inside. "I wish we went to your school too."

"Well, as long as these boys don't have a problem with you doing stuff with them, then I won't complain either." I grabbed my lunch out of the fridge and started chowing down.

"You mean you don't do it with them?"

"No, I could get in big trouble for doing that. I'm taking enough of a chance just letting them use my place to mess around with each other."

"But there will be an odd number if you don't do it too."

"Then I guess someone will just have to go twice. You'd better stop talking and start eating, though, or they'll have even numbers after all, because you won't be ready to do anything."

"I think everyone would like it if you did it with us," Danny continued after taking a couple of bites. "I'd even do it with ya, cuz I wouldn't mind seeing you naked too."

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't afford to take a chance like that."

"It won't be a chance, cuz we won't tell nobody what we did."

"Maybe you won't mean to, but accidents happen."

"Nah, we promise. I'll show ya," he said as he turned to say something to the rest of the gang. "Hey, I'm trying to get Mr. Roberson to do this with us, cuz we got odd numbers. None of you mind if he joins in, do ya?"

"Nah, we've been trying to get him to do it too." Hunter chimed in.

"See, I told ya," Danny said looking at me again. "And no one will say anything if he does it, right?" They all agreed. "Promise that you won't say nothing, so he'll know!"

Once Danny got the rest of the boys to promise that their lips were sealed, he turned back to me. "See, I told you. So will you be my partner today?"

"You don't even know what they're planning on doing."

"I think we're just gonna jack each other off again, but I don't care what we do."

"We've been suckin' each other off at lunch time," Tucker explained.

"Have you or Alex ever done that before?" I asked in return.

Danny glanced at Alex before he answered. "I guess not."

"Then you might want to start with someone closer to your own size until you get used to doin' it."

"I think we're all done eatin', so let's get started," Nolan urged. "I'll be with Mr. Roberson then."

As the boys lowered their shorts and underwear, I got a better look at Danny and Alex this time. I saw they were both uncircumcised the last time, but I didn't realize the drastic difference between the two boys. It wasn't so much their penis size, because that was only slightly different, but it was their foreskin. Even in his flaccid state, Danny's dickhead was peaking out of the foreskin, because it didn't cover the entire glans. Alex, on the other hand, had a considerable amount of foreskin that extended beyond his dickhead, and this almost made his penis appear to be a tiny elephant's trunk.

I also noticed that Will had teamed up with Danny while Jon and Alex agreed to be partners. I guess those two boys wanted to get a better look at how the foreskin worked, but it also meant they'd have to explain to the other pair about giving oral sex. They must have worked it out, though, because everyone got their rocks off before we had to go back to the park.

"You've got a really nice cock, Mr. Roberson," Danny said before we got dressed again. "It's really big, and I hope I get to play with it sometime."

"We'll switch around so everyone gets a chance to be with everyone else."

"Good, cuz I want to try doin' this with all of you," Alex piped up with a grin.

"So you boys enjoyed what you did today?"

"Oh, yeah. It was really fun," Alex answered. "I never did nothin' like this before."

"Yeah, this was really great," Danny agreed, "so I hope we can do it all summer long."

"We probably can, as long as you keep your promise and nobody spills the beans."

"Ok, we won't," Danny concurred.

As soon as the boys were presentable again, I told them I'd leave first and then they could come back in small groups starting in a minute. "What about our backpacks?" Alex wondered.

"You can either take them back to the park now, or you can leave them here and pick them up again after I'm done with work for the day."

"The rest of us just come back to pick them up before we go home," Braedon offered.

"Ok, we'll do that then."

Once the boys were all outside, I locked the door, jumped on my bike, and took off for the park. This was going to be a very interesting summer.

Chapter 56
Something Unexpected

On Thursday, I had the boys hurry through their noon hour routine, because I needed to run to the rec department office to drop off the scripts for the next two plays so they could make copies of them. When I got there, I gave the secretary the scripts and asked her to make sure fifty-five copies of the first play were run off, along with thirty-five copies of the second play. She agreed to see that it was done and then she'd have someone bring the copies and the originals to the park.

I spent the next couple of days telling the kids about the play and the various roles, and then I asked them to let me know which parts they might be interested in. Once I'd collected that information, I listed their names next to the roles they wanted, so I could start making my decisions. We did some role playing in between, so I could decide who might be best for each part.

Now that I'd started working on the second play, and Danny and Alex were part of our lunch hour group, things started to fall into a pattern. The boys didn't ask to include Danny and Alex when we went to the Y, though, so it seemed they were merely going to be part of the 'afternoon delight' sessions, which was fine with me.

I was very busy over the weekend and the week that followed, since I had a lot on my plate. The weekends were always jam packed, with Hunter staying over on Friday and Saturday night, going to the Y on Saturday and Sunday, and having the boys over for sex on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. During the rest of the weekend, I'd be trying to squeeze in my housework, doing the laundry, and going over my notes so I could decide who to give the various roles to for the next play. I thought I had it all worked out by Sunday night, so I went into work ready to announce who would have which parts.

I'd be using everyone this time around, since there were forty-eight roles and I didn't have that many participants in the acting program, so some of the kids would be filling more than one part. Every role had at least one speaking line, and I'd try to make sure that each person with just one or two lines got a second role too, depending who was in the scene at the time.

During the following week, I assigned parts, handed out scripts, and we began our walk through of each scene so the kids would see how it would all play out. Some of the kids had told their parents about the play, and one afternoon I had a small group of mothers come up to me and offer their help with preparing the costumes. I explained that we'd be only using 'suggestive costuming' for this play, rather than trying to recreate authentic costumes. For example, the kids would be asked to wear white or tan shorts with white knee socks, and the British soldiers would wear red tee-shirts, while the colonial troops wore blue tee-shirts to differentiate them.

After we talked about it for a brief time, the mothers suggested they would get the kids involved to give them a tee-shirt to dye the appropriate color for their role, so they would all be consistent. They also offered to buy packages of inexpensive white socks the kids could use, plus they would buy foam from the craft shop to make hats. Of course they would be hollow in the middle and various kids could use them when they went on stage, and they would make black tricorn hats for the soldiers, brown tricorn hats for the colonists, and black cocked hats for the military officers.

Once the costuming had been taken care of, I put the kids to work making the various props and set pieces we'd need, which would all be very simple too. That pretty much took care of the rest of the week, and I was still working on these things on Friday afternoon when an unexpected visitor came to park – it was Braedon's mother.

"Where's Braedon?" she said when she came up to me.

"I believe he just went outside with the other boys to toss the Frisbees around. Why? What's wrong?"

"I'm glad he's not in here at the moment, because I need to speak with you in private."

"Sure, we can use the office," I stated, but I was extremely concerned as to what this might be about. Had her husband found out about Braedon? Or worse yet, had he discovered what the boys did when they were with me?

I led her inside, had her sit down, and asked if she wanted some water. "No, I just need to tell you some really terrible news, and I also want to ask for your help."

"Certainly. What's going on?"

"Your friend, Colton, and my husband are both dead."

"What? What the hell happened?"

"It was my husband's fault. He'd filed a grievance over his last evaluation at work, and your friend, Colton, was in charge of dealing with the situation. He held a meeting with all of the parties involved in the dispute, and in the end he decided against my husband, which made him furious. He'd been ranting and raving about it for a couple of days, but I thought he'd eventually calm down and let it drop. I was wrong about that."

"Why? What did he do?"

"I wasn't aware of it at the time, but my husband must have taken one of his guns with him when he went to work this morning, and he used it to shoot your friend. I was told that he went to the HR office and started screaming at Colton and making a huge scene, so someone else in the office called security for help. Before any of the security officers arrived, though, they said my husband pulled the pistol out of the back of his pants and shot Colton. No one had seen the gun, because he'd pulled his shirt over it to conceal the fact that he was armed.

"Once he fired the fatal shot, the other people either raced out of the office or barricaded themselves in the smaller offices, and one of them also called 911. When the security officer arrived, he tried to talk my husband down and disarm him, but my husband shot him too, and then my husband tried to get out of there. The police arrived just as my husband was trying to leave the building, and when they ordered him to stop, he fired at them too. They shot back and killed my husband."

My head was spinning, but I knew I had to remain calm. "I'm sorry to hear this, so what can I do to help? Do you want me to find Braedon for you?"

"Yes, and I want you to stay with us when I explain this to him. He likes and trusts you, so I think he'll need you more than he needs me. Since you had a gay friend and seemed to get along so well with him, I think you'll be able to help Braedon too."

"Wait! I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."

"Look, I know Braedon's gay and I've been very worried about him, because I was afraid of what my husband might do if he figured it out as well."

"You've lost me."

"Look, it's something a mother can tell, or just knows. I've watched my son for the past couple of years and realized that he's interested in boys, not girls. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed the wine bottle in his room. Since I knew he didn't have it because he'd been drinking, I had a good idea what he was using it for."

"Did you share this information with your husband?"

"Good heavens, no! I was afraid of what he'd do if he knew about Braedon. I'm telling you this because I think you can help my son. He was never very close to his father, because they didn't have very much in common, so I'm not sure how he's going to react to this news. I'm also fairly certain that we're going to be bombarded by reporters asking questions for the next few days, and I'd like to protect him from that. Would you be willing to let him stay with you until the worst of this blows over? I think he'll be better off being with you than at home for the time being, because he'll need a man who he can talk to about his feelings. If you don't mind, would you do this for us – I mean for him?"

"Of course! I'd be happy to help out. I'm sure he'll be dealing with a lot of emotions because of what happened, so I'll do my best to help him get through this, if that's what you want."

"I do, because I have a feeling he'll need someone like you to help him get through this – someone other than his mother. Besides, I've seen how he looks at you and how much happier he's been since he's been hanging around you and the other boys, so I have a feeling you're his best option."

"Ok, let me go get him and I'll bring him back here so you can tell him what happened."

"And while you're doing that, I'll bring his suitcase in here so you'll have it. I packed it before I left the house and it's in the car, because I was hoping you'd do this for him."

"I'm just glad it's almost time for me to get off work and I'll have tonight and the rest of the weekend to spend with him."

"Yes, I'm glad it worked out this way too, because I'm going to have a great many other things to deal with. Besides the reporters, I'll also have to arrange the funeral, start contacting people, and do the paperwork so we can collect on the insurance, so I'm glad you're willing to do this for us."

"I'm happy to help, and please let me know if there's anything else I can do."

"The only thing might be for you to stay with Braedon at the funeral, but you can also see if he wants to come to the calling hours. I'll leave that up to him."

"Ok. That's something else I'll talk to him about, but now I'll go see where he is."

I spotted the boys as soon as I went outside, because they were the only ones out on the grass throwing Frisbees around. I walked up to the group and waited for them to stop when they saw me.

"Hey, Mr. Roberson. Do you need somethin'?" Tucker asked when he spotted me.

"Yes, I need to speak with Braedon."

"Do you need the rest of us too?" Nolan followed.

"No, just Braedon for now."

Braedon was looking at me confused, but he walked over to see what I wanted. I put my arm around his shoulder and spoke. "Let's do this inside."

"Am I in trouble?" he asked as he walked beside me.

"No, your mother is in the office and she has something to tell you."

He looked at me even more confused as I led him into the building and over to the office. We went inside and his mother was sitting in the same chair, so I sat down in the other one. As I was taking my seat, I noticed the suitcase sitting beside the desk, but I wasn't sure if Braedon had notice it too, because he was focused on his mother.

"Mom, what's up?"

"Come here, honey. I have some bad news to share with you."

His mother then wrapped her arms around him and relayed the same story that she had told me. I was only mildly surprised that he didn't cry or get hysterical, since I didn't know how much affection he had for the man. Braedon was so afraid of his father that it made me wonder if what I was seeing was relief. After a slight pause, however, she added something else.

"I think you've been scared of your father and worried about how he might react to your situation, so at least that's behind you now."

Braedon's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets when she said this. "What do you mean? What are you talkin' about?"

"Look, you don't have to hide it any more, because I'm not like your father. You are what you are, and I love you no matter what. I just want you to be happy and safe."

"Mom! What are you getting at?"

"Braedon, dear, I've known for quite a while now that you're gay, and that's ok. I suspected you were worried about your father, though, and I was too, but now he's no longer in the picture, so you don't have to hide it any longer."

Braedon's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You knew?"

"A mother can spot the signs, even if no one else can."

"How long have you known about this?"

"Maybe a year or two."

"Why didn't you say somethin'?"

"I thought it would be best if you didn't realize that I knew, because I didn't want you to do something that might allow your father to figure it out as well."

"Yeah, you're probably right, but I would have felt better knowin' you didn't hate me for being gay, like he would have."

"I'm sorry that I didn't let you know, but now you do. I hope you also understand that it doesn't bother me, and there's nothing more to worry about." After she said that, Braedon threw his arms around her neck and gave her a big hug, and she lifted her arms to hug him back before she spoke again.

"Look, I've asked Mr. Roberson to let you stay with him for a few days, because there's going to be a lot happening and I don't think you'll want to be part of it. I've packed some things for you and put them in the suitcase," she added as she motioned to it, "and Mr. Roberson has agreed to do that for us."

"So I'm gonna be stayin' with you?" he asked as he looked over at me. When I nodded, he shot over in my direction and gave me a hug too. "Thank you."

I saw his mother smile weakly when he did that, and when he released me from the hug, I picked him up and set him on my knee. "I think your mother wants to know if you want to go to the funeral and the calling hours."

"Yeah, I do. He was still my dad, even if I was scared of him."

"So you want to come to both, honey?" his mother followed.

"Yeah, I think I should do that."

"Mr. Roberson, how long before you'll be ready to leave?" she asked.

I looked out the window in the door and saw that Patty and Paul had arrived. "I can leave any time now."

"Ok, I'll run home to get Braedon's suit, shirt, and tie for him to wear, so where can we meet for me to give it to you?"

"Why don't I just come over to the house and pick it up?"

"I'm not sure who might be hanging around, so maybe it would be better if he doesn't get caught up in that."

"What if I have the other boys stay with him at my house while I run over to your place alone. I'll just let them know what's going on and they can stay with him until I get back."

"Will you be alright doing that, honey?" she asked her son.

"Yeah, I think it would help if they knew bout this too."

"Ok, then I'll go home and get your things ready for Mr. Roberson to pick up."

"I'll be there shortly. I just want to take a few minutes to tell the boys what's going on and get them squared away at the house."

"Ok. So do you know where we live?"

"The boys can explain it to me, so go ahead and I'll see you there in a bit."

She left, so I explained about the suitcase to Paul and Patty before I took Braedon outside to get on our bikes and take off. I knew the other boys would be showing up at the house soon to get their backpacks, so I figured I'd tell them when they showed up. Once they were all there, I called them into the living room for a chat.

"Look, things might be a little messed up for a while," I began when I had their attention. "Something awful has happened, so I'm going to be taking care of Braedon for a few days." I then explained about the shooting.

After the boys expressed their sympathy to Braedon, Jon asked a question. "So we're not gonna do the stuff we normally do?"

"We'll talk about that later, because I want to see how Braedon is doing first. You can still come over tomorrow, and I'll let you know then if anything's going to change. Would you boys mind staying here with him until I get back?"

"Yeah, where you goin'?" Hunter wanted to know.

"I'm running over to his house to pick up a few things for him."

"Ok, we'll stay here until you get back," they agreed, and then I asked them to explain how to get to Braedon's house.

Once I knew where I was going, I got in the car and drove over to see Braedon's mother. I had to park along the street, because there was a TV crew in the driveway waiting to speak with her. I wasn't sure how I was going to get past them or how this was going to work out, but I casually walked up to the door and knocked. I saw her peek out the window first to see who it was, and then she opened the door quickly, grabbed my arm, and yanked me inside.

"Just as I suspected, the vultures were camped out here when I got back. There were two TV crews here when I arrived, but one left when I wouldn't speak with them."

"I'm sorry that you have to put up with this crap."

"Thanks, and here's Braedon's clothes that you'll need."

"Thank you, and did you happen to pack his swimsuit in the suitcase?"

"No, I never considered that. Do you think he'll need it?"

"Going to the Y might be a good distraction that will allow him to work off some of his excess energy."

"Ok, let me go get it for you."

When she came back, she handed it to me. "Thanks for looking after him. I'm not sure how he would have dealt with this, especially on top of everything else."

"Yes, I know, and I'm happy to help."

I then left and got away from there as quickly as I could, but the reporters still followed me to my car and asked if I was related to the shooter. I managed to get in the driver's seat and got out of there without saying anything, but I was convinced they'd recorded my license plate number, so they could still track me down if they were determined.

I stopped at the park first and picked up the suitcase, since we couldn't take that with us on the bikes, and then I drove to the house. When I got there, one of the boys opened the door for me and I took Braedon's things inside and carried them to my bedroom. Then, I went to the living room to speak with the boys.

"Thanks, guys, for doing this for me."

"No problem," Tucker replied.

"Yeah, we're worried about Braedon too," Nolan added.

"I know, and we both appreciate that, but you'd better head home now, or your parents are going to be worried about you too."

"Ok, we'll see you tomorrow then," Gary stated as the boys got up to leave. That was all except Hunter.

"Ummm, will I be able to come back later?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Hang on for a sec. Let me see the others off first."

I went out with the other boys and said goodbye to them before going back to speak with the other two. When we were all in the living room again, I sat Braedon down and asked him a question. "Hunter's offered to come back later, after he has dinner with his mother, if you want some company other than just me."

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Ok, as long as you don't mind."

"Nah, I don't."

I then walked Hunter out and said goodbye to him, because I wanted to say something to him in private. "You can come back, but I'm not sure if there will be any sex tonight. I'm going to be focused on Braedon and what he needs."

"Yeah, I know, and that's ok. I just want to be with you too."

"Ok, then I'll see you in a little while. Just be careful going home and coming back here."

"You should know I'm always careful," he said as he pedaled away. I merely waved at him before I went inside.

"So what would you like to eat?" I asked Braedon.

"I don't know. I'm not really hungry."

"Maybe something lighter then? Breakfast, might go down a little easier and still fill you up."

"Yeah, scrambled eggs and toast sounds good."

"Ok, coming right up. Do you want to come out with me while I fix it, or would you rather watch something on TV?"

"I don't want to be alone, so I'll come watch you fix it."

I made enough for both of us, but I fried up some sausage links and bacon too. He took one of each, leaving me the rest, but that worked out well because I needed more than just eggs and toast. When we finished, I went with him to the living room to chat or watch TV, whichever he wanted to do.

"Mr. Roberson, why was my dad like he was, and why did he kill your friend and that other guy?"

"Braedon, I don't know if I can answer your question. There might have been something in your dad's past that made him form a hatred for gays, but I have no idea what that might have been. As far as the murders, I think he just came to a breaking point when things didn't go his way at the hearing. I'm sorry he did what he did, because my friend and that other guy didn't deserve to die, and you're going to have to live with the knowledge of what he did for the rest of your life."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just glad my mom is ok and that she's lettin' me stay here with you. I feel safe now."

"I'm glad," I replied as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze.

"So Hunter's coming back?"

"Yes, probably within the hour. He went home to have dinner with his mom and then he'll come back here to spend the night."

"I'm glad. I like him too."

"And we'll all do whatever you want. We can talk, watch TV, or even play games. It's up to you."

"Ok, but now I just want you to hold me."

"In that case, why don't you sit on my lap."

He smiled, got up, and crawled onto my lap. He then placed his head against my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him. "This is nice. I wish my dad would have done stuff like this with me."

"I know, but it was his loss too."

"I'm glad I have you and the other guys to help me out. It hasn't been quite as bad after Tucker first brought me to your house and we started doin' stuff with each other."

"I'm glad that helped you deal with the situation better."

We continued talking when Hunter returned, and he came in and sat down with us. We continued talking and Braedon was able to get a little more off his chest. Eventually, I decided maybe we'd all be a little better off if we got some sleep.

I led the boys back to the bedroom and we all got undressed. Before we got in bed, Hunter made a suggestion. "I think Braedon will sleep better if I suck him off first."

"Yeah, I'd like that," Braedon agreed.

"Ok, and then I'll suck you off while you're doing the same thing to Braedon."

"What about you?" Braedon wondered.

"I'll be fine, but you boys are young and need this more."

Hunter and I then got busy working our magic. I took it easy working on Hunter, because I wanted him to get Braedon off first, and as soon as Braedon fired his load into Hunter's throat, I picked up the pace. It only took a couple more minutes before he unloaded too, so I went to go through my nightly ritual while the boys were enjoying the lasting effects of having just cum. I wasn't quite done yet when two naked boys came into the bathroom to join me.

"I found my toothbrush in my suitcase," Braedon stated when he entered. "Did you bring one with you, Hunter?"

"Hunter's got one here, because he stays over once in a while," I answered for him. "You two go ahead and get ready for bed, and I'll meet you back in the bedroom."

I went to check out the house to make sure everything was shut off and the door was locked. Then, I went back to join the boys. When I walked into the bedroom, Hunter looked up at me and spoke.

"We'll let Braedon sleep in the middle tonight, so we can both cuddle with him."

"Ok, and that's very nice of you to let him have all of the attention."

"He needs it, cuz he's been through a lot today."

"I know, but that's still very sweet of you."

"Yeah, it is. Thanks, Hunter," Braedon chimed him.

We then had Braedon get on the bed first. Then I got in on one side of him and Hunter got in on the other. We then waited to see what he was going to do next. Just as he had when he slept in my bedroom during the campout, he placed his head on my chest and draped his arm and leg over me. Once he was comfortable, Hunter spooned up behind him and reached his arm over Braedon's side, so he was touching me too, and then we dozed off. We stayed in that position until we woke up the following morning.

Chapter 57
Picking Up the Pieces

After I fed the boys breakfast, we rinsed off the dishes and placed everything in the dishwasher, and then I went into the living room with them to watch cartoons. I handed Braedon the remote and let him be in charge, and Hunter didn't seem to have a problem with that.

I was somewhat surprised when I heard Braedon chortle at the antics on the screen. I thought he might be experiencing a sense of loss, or at least a modicum of sadness, so laughter wasn't something I was expecting to hear. Since this wasn't going the way I anticipated, and it didn't appear as if he was having difficulty dealing with his dad's death, I wondered when the reality of the situation might suddenly come crashing down on him.

I sat with the boys for over an hour because I wanted to keep an eye on Braedon, but he seemed to be acting as if nothing was wrong and was carrying on as he normally would. When Hunter got up to go the toilet, however, Braedon suddenly displayed a crack in his stoic armor.

"If my dad shot those other guys, it means he prolly would have killed me if he found out I was gay." I looked at him when he said this and I noticed there were tears cascading down his cheeks. "I was scared of him before, because I thought he would beat me up if he found out, but now I know he would have done worse than that."

I reached out and pulled him to me so I could wrap my arms around his chest. "You can't think like that or draw conclusions from what he did to my friend and the security guard. He didn't know them, so he experienced no feelings of remorse or regret for what he did, but you were his son."

"I don't think that would've mattered. You didn't hear the awful things he was saying about your friend the last couple of nights. He was callin' him all kinds of awful names cuz he was gay, and he even said somebody would be doin' him a favor if they killed him."

"You're right, I didn't know that, but it doesn't mean he would have acted the same way toward you."

"I'm pretty sure he would have. He hated gays and it didn't make a difference who it was. He would have hated me too."

"Even if that was true, I don't think you're mother would have let him harm you."

"She wouldn't have been able to stop him, and if she'd tried, he might have killed her too."

Just after he said that, Braedon noticed that Hunter had returned, and for a moment he merely sat still and stared at him. I had a feeling it was because he wondered how much Hunter had heard, but Hunter didn't act as if he was aware of what we'd been talking about. Even though he seemed oblivious to our conversation, Hunter was aware that we were both looking at him.

"Is something wrong? Do you want me to leave?" he asked after he noticed Braedon's reaction.

"Hunter, maybe you should give us a few minutes alone," I replied, but then Braedon spoke up.

"Nah, it's ok. He knows most of it already, so he can stay."

"Are you sure you don't have a problem with that?"

"Yeah, he can stay."

"Ok, if you don't have a problem with it," I agreed. "Hunter, you don't have to leave, but just listen and please don't say anything. Braedon needs to talk about this now, and I don't want any distractions."

"Ok, I won't say a word, but are you sure it's ok for me to be here?"

"Yeah, it's ok," Braedon confirmed. "Just don't go spreadin' any of this around."

"Ok, I won't."

That didn't seem to matter, though, because our discussion ended a few minutes later, and then the boys went back to watching cartoons again. I had a feeling Braedon hadn't gotten everything off his chest, but I'd wait until we were alone before I continued asking him about what he was feeling. On the other hand, maybe it would be better if I just waited until he was ready to bring it up again.

"Braedon, what do you think about maybe going to the Y for a while?" I asked during a commercial thinking the activity might be good for him.

"Yeah, we can do that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun, but will the other boys be there too?"

"No, it will just be the three of us," I said, but then I noticed Hunter had a strange expression on his face. "Hunter, do you have the things you'll need here?"

"No, I didn't bring my stuff with me this time, cuz I didn't think we'd be swimmin' today."

"Can you get those things if I drive you home?"

"Yeah, I've got my key so I can get inside to get them."

"Ok, Braedon and I will go grab our gear, and then I'll drive you home to get your things before we head over to the Y. Braedon, you can put your swimsuit in my gym bag for today."

After Braedon and I went to get our swimsuits, I tossed them and two towels into my gym bag. While we were doing that, Hunter retrieved his gym bag from the office, because it was where he left it during the week. He would carry his other things back and forth in his backpack and then only use his gym bag when going from my house to the Y.

As soon as we had everything we needed, we got in the car, and Hunter told Braedon to sit in front. I thought it was really nice of him to do this, since he usually acted as if it was his seat, but this time he apparently felt his friend needed to sit there instead. I then drove Hunter over to his place, and he hopped out of the backseat and ran inside to get what he needed.

"So Hunter lives here?" Braedon asked as he looked at the house.

"Yes, there are four apartments in the building and he and his mother live in one of them."

"I guess it was prolly a pretty nice place at one time, but it doesn't look very good now. I'm glad my dad made sure we lived in a nice house."

"Yes, your mom said he was a good provider, but he just had some warped values and ideas."

"I'm just glad my mom is lettin' me stay with you for now. I think it would be worse if I was home, cuz I'd think about him more than I do when I'm with you."

"I'm sure that's what she was thinking as well."

We then sat in silence until Hunter came racing back out with his swimsuit and towel in hand. Once he got into the car, he stuffed those items into his gym bag as I took off for the Y.

I didn't worry about Jack Cardwell today, because this was a special situation, but he wasn't there anyway. Once we changed, we went out to the pool and swam laps, but we didn't workout as hard as Hunter and I would normally do. We took it easy today, because we merely wanted Braedon to use the exercise to help him temporarily forget about everything else.

"That was fun," Braedon said as we were taking off our swimsuits later and getting ready to shower. "I'm glad you talked me into doin' this."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and had fun."

After we clean up and dressed, I drove back to the house and made lunch, and then the other boys showed up while we were eating. "Would any of you like something to eat or drink?"

"I could use a drink," Tucker answered.

"I'm sure the rest of you could too, and you know where everything is, so just help yourself."

"Are we gonna do stuff now?" Braedon asked as he looked at the other boys.

"Only if you want to. They just came here to make sure you were ok."

"Yeah, we was worried about ya," Jon confessed.

"I think I'd like to mess around too," Braedon replied, "cuz now I don't have to worry about my dad findin' out."

I wasn't sure if this was a good sign or not. Was it a step forward and he was merely carrying on with his life, or was it his way of masking what he was feeling right now? I wasn't going to question him about it in front of the others, though, especially since he was the one who'd suggested it.

"Why don't we let Braedon decide who he wants to be with today," Will offered thinking that might help.

"Yeah, it's his choice," Nolan agreed, and then they all looked at Braedon and waited to see whom he chose.

"I guess if it's ok with the rest of you, then I want to be with Mr. Roberson today."

"Yeah, that's ok," Gary agreed as the other boys nodded and smiled.

"In that case, how do you want to do it?" I asked, giving him the choice.

"Ummm, I don't know. I just want to feel that I'm loved and doin' this is ok. I don't want to feel like my dad made me feel, cuz I don't want to believe that it's wrong to be the way we are."

"Ok, then I think I know the best way to do this for you." I felt Hunter had given me the answer to this situation during one of the last times I made love to him. "Guys, I'm gonna need part of the bed this time, so maybe some of you can use the mat instead."

"Yeah, we'll do that," Hunter quickly agreed.

I went to get a towel, and then I laid it down at the foot of the bed and began to undress Braedon. I was kissing him as I was removing his clothes, and I paid attention to each area as it was uncovered. To my complete amazement, I noticed the other boys were just standing around and watching us, instead of getting started themselves. It wasn't that they had never seen me do these things before, but I think they just wanted to see how Braedon was responding.

As soon as I removed his shorts and underwear, I lifted him up and laid him on the towel. Since he wasn't anticipating what I was going to do next, I had to nudge his legs apart, and then I attacked his scrotum. After playing with his sack and giving him as much pleasure as I thought possible, I sucked both of his testicles into my mouth and began to hum. Since Hunter always seemed to enjoy this, I thought Braedon would too, and I got a kick out of watching him squirm about as he delighted in the sensations radiating throughout his body.

After doing that for a few minutes, I lifted his legs and rimmed him next. As my tongue went to work on that sensitive area, he began to moan in response, so I knew he was enjoying it. When I had done that for an appropriate amount of time, I stretched and lubed his hole, as I prepared him for being penetrated. As soon as I put on the condom and lubed it up, I placed my knob at his opening and began inching my way down his tight tunnel. Once I was all the way inside, I bent over and began to kiss him again, before I did anything else.

When I finally started thrusting into his backside, I continued bending over his prostrate form so my belly was rubbing against his penis as I made each thrust and then withdrew. It only took a minute of doing this before Braedon became aware of what was happening and he began to enjoy the feelings it was causing. That's when he started thrusting his penis against my midsection as well, just like Hunter did whenever we made love this way. It was like a switch had been turned on in his brain and he started humping my gut at the same rhythm that I was thrusting into his behind. We continued doing this for several minutes before he suddenly stopped, his body shuddered, and his cum exploded between our bellies.

I continued thrusting into him once his sphincter relaxed its grip on my organ, and a few minutes later I was filling the condom with my semen. Shortly after that happened, Braedon looked into my eyes and spoke.

"You made me cum while we were doin' this and it felt incredible."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did, and thank you. I really needed that, cuz it made me feel normal again. Now that my dad's not around, I don't feel like a freak any more."

"I'm glad to hear that too, but now we'd better go shower and clean this mess off our bodies."

"Yeah, let's go."

We went into the shower and I washed him first, before I did the same thing to myself. He seemed to be deep in thought and was pretty much standing motionless under the spray, so I washed every inch of his flesh and didn't bother him. After I finished washing both of us and we'd rinsed off, I turned off the water, led him out of the shower, and used a couple of towels to dry our bodies. Some of the boys were just starting to come into the bathroom to clean up too, seeing they hadn't started until Braedon and I had finished.

"I'm going to take Braedon to the living room while you boys switch and finish up. When you're done, you can join us."

They nodded their understanding, so I led Braedon to the living room and sat down next to him after I turned on the TV. "Thank you. I'm glad we did that today," he said after a couple of minutes. "I'm also glad my mom let me come here for a few days."

"Me too, and I'm glad we're able to make you feel better."

We were still sitting and talking when the phone rang. Once I answered it, I discovered it was Braedon's mother. "How's he doing?"

"He's doing quite well. We just got back from swimming, and I think the exercise was good for him. Hunter stayed with us last night, and I think that helped too."

"I'm glad to hear he's doing ok. I made the funeral arrangements and here's what is going to happen. The calling hours will be held at the O'Malley Funeral Home from 2:00 to 6:00 on Monday, and the funeral will be at 2:00 on Tuesday. I set it up that way because I thought it would be easier for you to get off work so you could bring Braedon and then stay with him. I talked to a couple of the other parents and they said the other counselors showed up at noon, so you'd probably be able to break away after that."

"Yes, I'll call my boss and explain the situation to him. I doubt he'll have a problem with me taking the time off, so we'll see you then."

"I look forward to seeing both of you, and thank you for doing this for us."

"No problem, and it's my pleasure."

After I hung up, I called Owen at home and explained the situation to him. "Yes, I heard about what happened on the news, so go ahead and take those two afternoons off. The other three will be there, so we'll have plenty of coverage, and just take care of that poor young man."

"Thanks, Owen. I knew you'd understand."

"And I knew you'd be the kind of guy who would step up in a situation like this. My hat's off to you."

Now that this had been taken care off, I went over and sat down with Braedon again, but since the other boys seemed to be keeping him entertained, I doubted if he'd even missed me. However, the others left a little while later and headed home, and Hunter was the only one who still remained with us.

"Do you want me to stay over again tonight?" he asked once we were alone.

"I'm not sure. Let's ask Braedon."

When we did, Braedon apparently didn't think it was necessary. "Nah, I'm feelin' better now, so you can go home and stay with your mom. But thanks for doin' that last night, cuz it really helped."

I think Hunter was a little disappointed, and when he left to go home to have dinner with his mom he bid us goodbye and said he'd see us again the next day. I said we looked forward to that and reminded him to be careful on the way home.

Shortly after Hunter had taken off, I turned to Braedon and asked him a question. "How would you like to go out to eat tonight?"

"Yeah, if you don't wanna cook."

"I'm not even sure what I'd fix, so let's do that instead."

I drove over to the diner and we went inside and sat in a booth. I thought Braedon would sit across from me, but he quickly let me know that he wanted to sit next to me instead, so I slid into the booth beside him. When the waitress came to take our order, she looked at Braedon and smiled.

"It looks like someone is happy to be spending time with his dad." She said this because Braedon had my arm trapped between his arm and his body and was smiling broadly as he was looking at the menu.

"Yeah, I don't get to spend time with him alone like this very often," Braedon answered, much to my surprise.

Was I now the substitute father for another boy? First Hunter, and then Will, and now Braedon? It's not that I minded, but I never really thought of myself as a family man.

We gave her our orders, and as soon as she left, Braedon turned to me and spoke. "I hope you're not mad that I let her think you were my dad."

"No, that was fine. In fact, I was proud she thought you were my son, because I would be honored if you were."

"And I'd love it if you could be my dad for real."

"Even if we can't do it legally, I'll always be here for you," I assured him, and then we began chowing down just as soon as she delivered our meals. When we finished, I paid the bill, left a tip, and we got back in the car and headed to the house.

"Thanks, that was good," Braedon said on the way home.

"Yes, I enjoyed it too, and I'm glad that you wanted to go out to eat tonight. What do you want to do when we get to the house?"

"Ummm, I'm not sure. I'll do anything, as long as I can do it with you."

"Would you like to find a movie to watch on TV?"

"Yeah, and then you can hold me while we're doin' that."

"Sounds good to me too."

As soon as we got back to the house, I found the first Hobbit movie on TV, and when I sat down on the couch Braedon crawled onto my lap. He placed his head against my chest and pulled my hand onto his lap so he could hold it. Then, he sighed and turned his attention to the screen.

We spent the next couple of hours watching the movie, but Braedon started to yawn before it was over. As soon as it ended, I used the remote to turn off the TV, and then I picked Braedon up in my arms and carried him to the bedroom. I turned the lights off along the way, made sure the door was locked, and then carried him into the bedroom and laid him on my bed.

Seeing he was so sleepy I undressed him, but I left his underwear on, and then I undressed too. Unfortunately, we both had to go to the toilet and brush our teeth before we turned in, but after we finished doing that, we went back to the bedroom and crawled into bed. As soon as we were lying next to each other, Braedon rolled over, put his head on my chest and held on to me for all he was worth. As soon as he did that, I turned my head and kissed him on the forehead, bid him sweet dreams, and wrapped an arm around him as well. We fell asleep a few minutes later, and we were still holding on to each other when we woke up the next morning.

After I fixed us something to eat, I looked at Braedon and asked a question. "Do you feel like swimming again today, or would you rather just stay here?"

"Let's go swimmin' with the other boys. I enjoyed doin' that with you and Hunter yesterday."

"How about afterward? Do you want the boys to come here later, like they normally would on Sunday?"

"Can I be with you again?"

"We can ask them, and I imagine they'll probably agree, or would you rather it was just the two of us?"

"Nah, I don't want them to miss out, cuz I know they look forward to doin' it too, but I just wanna be with you again."

"Ok, I'll ask them when we're at the Y, so I can see what they have to say."

"Good, and I hope they don't mind."

We were basically ready when Hunter showed up, so after he took his things out of the backpack and placed them into his gym bag, we got in the car and headed to the Y. When we walked into the locker room, I noticed some of the boys looked surprised.

"We weren't sure if you guys would be here today," Nolan stated for all of them.

"I wasn't either and left it up to Braedon. He said he wanted to come, so we're here."

"How about later? Do you still want us come over too?"

"I was going to talk to you about that. Braedon wants to be with me again, so would any of you have any problem with that?"

I saw the boys exchanging glances with each other before Will finally answered. "Nah, we don't mind."

"Yeah, let him be with you again," Jon added.

"Thank you," Braedon whispered in response.

Once that had been cleared up, we all undressed and changed into our swimsuits. When we got in the pool, though, Braedon said he wasn't interested in playing tag and just wanted to swim laps with me. The other boys had no problem with this either, and they took turns swimming with us. Whenever Braedon and I stopped to take a short breather, the others usually continued to swim without us. We did this for a couple of hours before we decided we were ready to call it quits, and then we headed to the locker room to shower and change.

On the ride back to the house, I made a quick stop at the grocery store so I could pick up containers of potato and macaroni salads for lunch. As soon as we arrived at the house, I fixed grilled cheese sandwiches to go along with the other items. They didn't take long to make, so before long we were grabbing drinks and sitting down at the table, ready to eat.

When we finished our lunch, we cleaned up quickly, knowing the other boys would be showing up soon. While we were waiting, I asked Braedon how he wanted to do things today.

"Can we do it like we did yesterday?"

"Yes, I don't have a problem with that."

I saw Hunter grin when I agreed to do it this way, because he knew I'd chosen this particular method yesterday because of him, and now Braedon wanted to do it that way again. Hunter liked doing it that way as well, because he would cum every time from thrusting his penis into my abdomen. In Braedon's case, however, I had to give him a slight nudge in that direction yesterday, before he came to the same realization. When we first started out, I made sure my belly was rubbing against his penis until he caught on to what was happening, and then he took over and did it on his own.

I had the bed set up by the time the other boys joined us, so I let them decide who was going to be with whom today, and then we all got undressed. After Braedon took his place on the towel and I'd prepared both of us, we got started. Just as soon as I had completely entered him and began thrusting, I noticed he was already grinding his penis against my body and had taken charge of making it happen again. Just as Hunter always did, Braedon was rubbing up against me and timing it with my thrusts, and it almost sounded as if he was mewing as he enjoyed the sensations it was creating.

We continued doing this for several minutes before his body stiffened and his penis erupted, spewing several strands of his warm boy juice between our bodies. I hadn't orgasmed when he did, so I continued driving into his bowels until I felt that familiar tingling in my testicles as those watery orbs pulled up closer to my body, just before I fired my creamy load into the condom. I then took a minute so I could enjoy the wonderful feelings radiating throughout my body, and as soon as I pulled out of Braedon, I bent down and began to lick his cum off of his body.

He didn't react to what I was doing at first, possibly because he was still lost in the throes of his own post-orgasmic bliss, but then he began to squirm and giggle. "That tickles," he gasped between his bursts of laughter.

I didn't let up, though, until I'd lapped it all up, and then I hugged Braedon when I was done. "Were you still hungry?" Braedon teased as he erupted into more giggles.

"Yes, I'm always hungry for your sweet, honey-coated semen."

"I'm glad you like it, cuz it means you like me too."

I smiled, kissed him, and then stood up. "We still have to shower, though, so let me help you off the bed."

I then led him into the bathroom, and we ran into a few of the other boys as we were heading to shower. They were busy cleaning up from their turns too, so I adjusted the water before Braedon and I stepped inside to clean up.

"I like doin' it that way with you," Braedon said as I was washing him. "I really feel you love me more when we're doing it that way, and then when we both cum it makes it even more special."

"Yes, and I enjoy doing it that way with you too."

I was thinking this was sounding very familiar and I was getting the feeling of déjà vu, because it was almost identical to what Hunter usually said after we did it that way. I knew it was because he felt I was replacing the father he'd never known and I was filling a void in his life, and now it seemed as if I was replacing another father. This time I was replacing a man who had never shown his son any love before he was killed, and his words and actions left the impression that he would have been furious if he knew his son was gay.

In addition to those two boys there was also Will, and although he didn't feel quite as attached to me as they did, but he still felt loved and special when I made him cum whenever I copulated with him. I guess this meant that I technically had three teenage sons now, even though I was only in my early twenties. Go figure!

Chapter 58
Saying Goodbye

When I woke up on Monday morning, I was already thinking ahead to the calling hours. Braedon had said he wanted to go, but I couldn't help but wonder how was he going to react and what he might do once we got there? I know he seemed relieved that his father was no longer in the picture, and his dad wasn't lurking around as a potential threat, but would that change when he saw him lying in the casket? I wasn't sure, but I felt it would be best if I was ready for anything.

After I fixed breakfast and we'd filled our stomachs, we got dressed, hopped on our bikes, and headed over to the park. We ran into Danny and Alex at the end of the driveway, and I quickly realized that no one had told them the news.

"Guys, I'm afraid the boys won't be coming here for lunch either today or tomorrow, so take your things with you to the park. I have to leave at noon both days because I have another commitment, and the other boys will explain it all to you when you see them."

Other than looking confused, they didn't say anything in response and we all rode to the park together. After we locked up our bikes, Braedon followed me into the building and it appeared he wasn't about to leave my side. I didn't have a problem with this under the circumstances, because I had a good idea why he was doing this and what he was going through. He even stayed with me when I told Paul I'd be leaving at noon today and tomorrow, and that Owen knew about it and had approved, since Patty and Tom would be showing up before I left. I actually wanted to tell him more, but I didn't want to do it in front of Braedon, although I suspected the other boys would explain the situation to him, Patty, and Tom later.

I ended up spending most of my time with Braedon, but I still took a few minutes to explain to the kids in the acting group that we wouldn't be doing anything with the play either today or tomorrow. I told them to spend the time memorizing their lines instead, and then we'd pick up our normal routine on Wednesday. Luckily, they merely agreed to do this and didn't ask any questions.

As soon as Patty and Tom showed up, I said goodbye and told them Paul would explain things later, and then Braedon and I took off for the house. After I fixed us both a quick lunch and we'd taken a few moments to enjoy it, I led him to the bedroom and we undressed so we could take a quick shower first. I decided to wash Braedon to ensure he was clean, because he seemed to be lost in a mild daze. After we'd dried off, we went back to the bedroom and I told him to get clean underwear out of his suitcase, while I laid out his suit, dress shirt, tie, and shoes for him to wear. I then hurried to get dressed at the same time, because I wanted to check him over to make sure he looked good before we left, but I also knew I'd probably have to tie his tie.

After making sure we both looked presentable, I glanced at the clock and saw that we had a few minutes to spare. Seeing we didn't have to rush, I wrapped my arms around him, looked into his eyes, and spoke. "Are you sure you're ready to do this?"

"Yeah, I want to be there for my mom. I got a feelin' there won't be many other people showin' up after what my dad did."

"You may be right about that, but I'll be there the entire time, so just let me know if you need anything."

"I will, but I want you to stay with me and not go anywhere. I want you to stand beside me and hold my hand the whole time we're there."

"Ok, I can do that."

I then led him out to the car and drove over to the O'Malley Funeral Home, because that's where his mother had said she'd made the arrangements. While we were walking up to the building, someone inside opened the door and greeted us, and then he pointed out where we needed to go, so I led Braedon to the appropriate viewing room.

As we entered, I immediately spotted the wooden casket sitting on a bier in front of the far wall, and I also noticed Braedon's mother was sitting on a chair located on the left side of the room. There were several other chairs next to hers, and there were even more chairs situated in rows in the center of the room for those coming to pay their respects. I led Braedon to where his mom was sitting, and she stood up when she saw us approaching.

"Honey, how are you holding up?" she asked as she stretched out her arms out so she could pull her son against her body. He quickly let go of my hand so he could wrapped his arms around her waist as he gave her a hug in return.

"I'm doin' good, but I'm glad you let me stay with Mr. Roberson. He's been great!"

"I knew he would be," she replied before turning her attention to me. "Marshall, thank you so much for taking care of him for me. There's been a lot going on at the house and a great many things for me to do, so I'm grateful that you were watching him."

"It's been my pleasure."

"Braedon, dear, would you like me to go with you to the casket so you can see your dad?"

Braedon glanced in that direction, gulped, and then looked at his mom. "Can Mr. Roberson go with us too?"

"Certainly."

After Braedon reached out his left hand to take his mother's hand, he reached over to take a hold of my hand again with his right hand. We then made our way up to the casket, and when we got closer Braedon peered inside and stared at his dad's body.

"He doesn't look like he was shot," he said, catching both of us off-guard. There were no tears or any emotion in his voice when he said this, and it was merely a very straight forward observation.

"That's because he was shot in the body, not in the head, so those wounds are covered by the clothes," his mother explained.

Braedon merely nodded, but then he spoke again. "Why didn't he like me?"

"Honey, he didn't dislike you, it's just that you two were so different. You didn't have much in common, except that you were related, so I don't think he knew how to act or what to say when he was around you."

"But he would have hated me if he knew I was gay?"

"Honey, don't take it personally, because it had nothing to do with you. It was all about him and the warped way he thought. I'm not sure what happened to make him feel that way about gays, but I have a feeling there was something in his past that made him act that way, and it's also what got him killed. He was just so full of hate that he couldn't control himself or let it go."

I'm not sure if Braedon understood what she was saying, or if it had even answered his question. He had specifically asked about his relationship with his dad, not about his father's attitude in general, so I was unsure if he'd been able to relate one to the other. There was, however, something I was aware of during their exchange, and it was that he had a death grip on my hand the entire time. I wasn't sure if he was holding his mother's hand just as tightly, but if he was then I'm surprised she hadn't screamed out in pain.

When his mother suggested that we sit in the chairs next to her, we agreed. They were placed there for the family to use when there was no one for them to greet when they came to pay their respects. Prior to sitting down, however, Braedon asked if he could sit on my lap. I didn't think that would be a good idea, since I didn't know who else might be showing up, so I told him to just sit between his mother and me, and then I placed an arm around his shoulders.

Even though I knew Braedon wanted me there for him and didn't want me to leave, I didn't feel that I belonged in the seats meant for family members. I wasn't sure if other family members might be stopping by eventually, and I didn't want my presence to create a problem or become a distraction. I also didn't want anyone else showing up to assume that I was part of the family as well.

In the end, none of those concerns really mattered, because only a handful of people showed up. There were three people who told us they'd worked with Braedon's dad at Link Manufacturing, and near the end of the calling hours four other people showed up. I was told they were related to Braedon's father, but they merely paid their respects and then left. Once they were gone, Braedon's mother told me those people had never gotten along very well with her husband, so she was surprised they had even taken the time to come. Then, she joked that maybe they'd merely showed up to make sure he was dead.

I was torn during this time, because I would have preferred to pay my respects to Colton, but I learned his body had already been shipped back to where his parents lived. They were going to hold services and bury him there, since it was where he'd grown up.

Braedon and I stayed with his mother until calling hours ended, and during that time we'd been able to chat about a variety of different topics, because most of the time we were basically alone. "It doesn't surprise me that only a few people showed up, especially after what he did," Braedon's mother stated. "I had a feeling not many would stop by, because my husband didn't get along very well with most people, including his relatives. I'm not sure the turnout would have been any better if he'd died of natural causes either, because he had an unfortunate habit of turning people off and making enemies."

I didn't know what to say in response, so I merely gave her a hug and offered what I thought was an appropriate comment. "Some people have that effect on others, but I think you handled yourself beautifully today."

"Thank you, and thank you for being here for Braedon. I can see that I was right about him needing you. Tomorrow shouldn't take as long, but I hope you'll be here for him as well."

"I will, and I was wondering if the service will be held here or at a church?"

"I agreed to have it done here. I had difficulty finding a member of the clergy who would even agree to perform the service, since my husband wasn't a member of any church. After calling nearly every church in town, I eventually found a minister who would do it for me, although not at his church. He agreed to do a brief service at the funeral home and a graveside ceremony at the cemetery afterward. Just so you know, my husband will be interred at the cemetery on Elm Street, since he already had a plot there, next to his parents. I was told they'd purchased the three plots shortly before they died, which happened before we were married. He was very young when they passed away, so he had to go live with an aunt and uncle."

"I see," I replied, but this new revelation got me thinking. Could it be that his uncle had possibly done things to him after he went there to live, and could that be the reason he had such a hatred for gays? Did such an experience cause him to hate anyone who was attracted to the same sex? Coming back to the present, I thought I'd assure her of something else.

"I want you to know that Braedon can stay with me as long as you'd like, in the event that you need some additional time to deal with this situation without having to worry about him."

"Thank you, and maybe it would be best if he spent the rest of the week with you. There are still a few reporters hanging around the house trying to get me to answer questions about why my husband did those things. I'd rather not have to worry about them trying to ask Braedon those same questions."

"I understand, and it's not a problem. Why don't I call you on Sunday to see if that's still going on. If things are back to normal, I can bring him home that evening or Monday after work."

"He still has his bike, doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does, but he won't be able to handle the suitcase on it, so I'll put his bike in the trunk and his other things in the backseat when I bring him home."

"Thank you. I didn't think about that. You've been a godsend, and I can definitely see how happy he is being with you, even under these awful circumstances."

"I'm just glad I'm able to help. He has enough to deal with, so I just want to make this as easy for him as I can."

Braedon gave his mother a hug and kiss before we left, and I could tell she really didn't want to let go of him. If the situation had been better, I knew she would have preferred to take him home, but she was doing what she thought was best for him, not for herself. When they eventually broke their hold on each other, Braedon and I went out to get in the car and took off.

On the way back I decided that I'd rather not prepare anything this evening, and seeing we were already dressed up, I took Braedon to a fairly nice restaurant for dinner. Several older people stopped us to comment about how amazing 'my son' and I looked all dressed up, and Braedon grinned as I thanked them for their kind words.

"I like when people think I'm your son. I never felt like that when I went any place with my mom and dad, cuz no one ever stopped us to say stuff like that."

"It was definitely nice of them to say those things, but it was only because we were both wearing suits."

"I know, but it still made me feel good."

We soon placed our orders, and when our food was brought to the table we enjoyed a very delicious meal. I even convinced Braedon to order dessert, since I thought he needed something special to keep his spirits up, but since he'd already eaten so much, he wasn't able to finish it. That's when he asked me to share it with him, which I was happy to do, since I still had the spoon that I'd used for my coffee. Once we'd polished the dessert off too, I paid the bill, left a tip, and we headed back to the house. I was ready to relax, since it had been such a long and draining afternoon.

"What would you like to do when we get back to the house?"

"I want to sit on your lap and watch somethin' on TV."

"Ok, that's fine with me too. I'll even give you the remote and let you decide what we're going to watch."

He seemed to like that idea too, so when we got back we took off our suits and hung them up for tomorrow, and then we used the toilet before heading to the living room. We were just in our underwear, which had been his idea, and as we were sitting down on the sectional, I handed him the remote. After he was seated on my lap, he began looking for something to watch and settled on the movie, "Young Guns." It was an older film, but it was still enjoyable, and he cuddled against my chest as we watched it.

When it ended, I asked him if he was ready for bed. "Yeah, I'm kinda tired, but I want you to hold me while I'm sleepin'."

"I can do you one better than that, because I'm going to do something to make sure you sleep well."

When we finished getting ready for bed and he was lying on the mattress, I lowered his briefs and attacked his penis. I felt he would sleep a lot better if he got off first, so I gave him the best blowjob I was capable of and listened to him ooh and aah as I worked my magic. As soon as he'd unloaded into my mouth and I'd made sure he was completely drained, I pulled up his briefs again and held him as we fell asleep.

On Tuesday morning, things went about the same as they had the previous day, since we knew we'd be leaving at noon again to get ready for the funeral. Paul asked how everything had gone the day before, and I told him 'amazingly well', and then the other boys spent some time with us before we left. I was proud of all of them, because they'd merely wanted to make sure Braedon was doing all right, and then they told us they'd see us the following day when Braedon and I took off on our bikes.

When we reached the house, I boiled us both a couple of hot dogs, and then we finished off the potato and macaroni salads that were left over from Sunday. When we were done, we went to the bathroom to brush our teeth and wash up, and then we put on our suits again before driving over to the funeral home.

Braedon hadn't said very much while we were eating or getting ready, and he didn't say a word as we were driving to the funeral home. I was beginning to worry about what was going on in his mind as we entered the building and walked to the viewing room, but his face lit up as soon as he saw his mother. He raced over to give her a hug, and she kissed him and hugged him back. I also noticed there was no one else present when the minister asked if he should begin.

After she assured him he could start the service, the minister read a few passages from the Bible and talked about heaven, but he never offered any personal comments about the deceased. I wasn't sure if that had been his idea or Braedon's mother, but in the end it made for an extremely short service.

When it ended, the minister told us he'd meet us at the cemetery, because the funeral director and his assistants where ready to load the coffin into the hearse. Since there were no pall bearers and the coffin was more than the three of them could handle alone, they asked if I'd assist them when we got to the gravesite. I agreed to do that, because I knew they wouldn't be able to use the gurney at the cemetery due to the uneven terrain.

After that had been cleared up, Braedon's mother asked us to ride to the cemetery with her in the funeral home's limousine, and of course we agreed. Once we were inside, Braedon asked if he could sit on my lap, and at first I wasn't sure how to respond. I looked over at his mother to see how she was reacting to his request, and when I saw that she was smiling, I agreed to let him do it.

"You're really good with him," she stated when she saw him lean against my chest.

"As long as it helps him, I'm happy to do whatever it takes."

"I'm glad he has you to rely on, otherwise this might be a lot rougher on him than it seems to be now."

"Braedon and I have talked a great deal about this situation, so I'm familiar with what he's going through and how he feels. For the most part, I think he's been able to find a way to deal with his grief and work through his innermost feelings."

"I told Mr. Roberson that I'd feel a lot better if he was my dad," Braedon offered as soon as I finished speaking.

"Honey, even though your father wasn't very affectionate, he still took good care of us and made sure we had a nice place to live and most of the things we needed."

"Yeah, I know, and I'm glad he did that for us, but he never did stuff with me. Mr. Roberson's different and he's willing to spend time with me and the other boys, like when he takes us swimmin, spends time with us at the park, or just sits down to talk to us when we need to do that."

"I know, and I'm glad you have him to do those things with you. I just don't want you to only have bad memories of your father."

"I won't, cuz I know we wouldn't have had those other things if it wasn't for him, but I just wish he liked me enough to do those other things with me too."

"Like I said before, it wasn't that he didn't like you, but he was just not the kind of man who knew how to show affection or give us the type of positive attention that we needed from him."

"Yeah, I know, so not everything I remember will be bad."

"I'm glad to hear that," she agreed as the limo stopped and we got out.

I helped to carry the casket and place it above the grave, and then I went back to stand with Braedon and his mother as the minister said a few final words. I think it was the shortest graveside ceremony I'd ever been to, although none of them were ever very long, and then we got back in the limo and returned to the funeral home.

When we got there, I asked Braedon's mother if she was going to be all right going home by herself, and she assured me she wouldn't have any trouble driving back to the house. As soon as we said goodbye to her, Braedon and I got into my car and headed back to the house, seeing she'd agreed to let him stay with me a few more days.

As we were taking off our suits, Braedon looked at me and spoke. "I never thanked you for what you did for me last night, before we went to sleep. That really helped a lot."

"I'm glad. I thought it might help you have a better night's sleep."

"Yeah, it did, but do you think we could do something now too?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to do what we did when the other boys were here. I need you to make me feel loved again."

"You are loved, and I'll do that for you if you want, but I hope you're not confusing sex with love."

"Nah, I'm not, but it's different when I do it with you. When the other boys fuck me, I know it's just sex, but when you do it, I can really tell you love me."

"That's because I love you whether we're having sex or not."

"I know, but I feel it more when your cock is in me and we both cum after doin' it."

"That's fine with me, if it's what you want."

I then went to grab a towel and placed it on the bed. Braedon was laying down on it almost as soon as it was in place, which merely emphasized how eager he was to do this. I decided to take my time and not rush today, since it was all about him feeling loved, and I did the same things that I often did with Hunter. Although we had just taken off our suits and Braedon was only in his underwear, I didn't let that affect what we were about to do.

I started kissing Braedon first, and although we'd done this before, he attacked my mouth with an urgency I'd never seen from him. It was as if he was using this activity to test how much I loved him, as well as to prove how much he loved me. His tongue was like a heat-seeking missile as it attacked my mouth and sought out my tongue, and he sounded as if he was purring while he was doing this. I almost hated to stop him, but I was convinced he was going to make the kiss last for a really long time, and I knew there were other things he'd enjoy doing just as much.

After we ended the kiss, I went to work on his neck and ears for a brief time and elicited moans of pleasure in response, and then I removed his tee-shirt and attacked his nipples next. I used my tongue to toy with the tiny nubs until they were erect and standing out from his chest, and then I gently nipped on each one with my teeth before I began to tweak them with my fingers and suck on them with my mouth. Braedon's head was swaying from side to side while I was doing this and he was moaning loudly, so I knew it was working even better than I'd hoped. I then began to work my way down his chest, kissing and gently nibbling on his skin as I moved lower, and I didn't stop until I reached the waistband on his underwear.

After I'd removed them, I attacked his scrotum next and tugged on the loose skin with my fingers, nipped at the wrinkled flesh with my teeth, and eventually took both testicles into my mouth. After I'd moved them around with my tongue and gently sucked on them, I began to hum, knowing the sound vibrations would radiate through them and provide him with even more pleasurable feelings. When I eventually let his testicles fall from my mouth, I decided to leave his penis alone for now, because I wanted to wait and see how things played out. I lifted his legs and pushed them back to his chest so I could rim him instead.

I lowered my head and flicked out my tongue so I could work on his wrinkled pucker, and Braedon sighed when my oral muscle came into contact with his skin. At first, I merely ran my tongue around the sensitive opening, but then I used it to penetrate the area as well. Braedon was moaning and wiggling beneath me as I toyed with the most private part of his body, and after doing that for a short time, I grabbed the lube so I could prepare him for what was going to happen next.

As soon as he was stretched and lubed, I slipped on the condom and greased it up too, and then I placed the head of my penis at his opening and began to push my way inside. Braedon was moaning as my penis entered him and slid down his chute, and as soon as my thighs touched his butt cheeks, I leaned forward, kissed him again, and began to thrust in and out of his rectum.

Within seconds, Braedon was pushing his hips upward and rubbing his penis against my abdomen, so I adjusted my effort to mirror what he was doing. Once we'd settled into a into a comfortable rhythm, we continued our erotic mating dance, and then a couple of minutes later Braedon grunted, his body stiffened, and his penis began spitting out thin ropes of cum. Although his muscles were also clamping down on my penis while this was taking place, it wasn't nearly enough to stop my efforts, and I continued thrusting into him. It wasn't until several minutes later that I also reached the brink of sexual gratification and erupted into the condom, but I left my penis embedded in him until we had both recovered.

When I eventually withdrew my wilting organ from his docking ring, I bent over and began to lick the cum off of his chest. This elicited a series of giggles and caused him to squirm, just as he'd done before. After there was nothing left for me to feast upon, I kissed him again and allowed him taste the remnants of cum that remained on my lips. While we were sharing his unique flavor, his arms shot up, wrapped around my neck, and his mouth attacked mine.

"Man, that was incredible," he gasped after our lips finally separated. "We've done all of those things before, just not at the same time, and I don't think I've ever shot that hard before. Thank you, cuz doing that really made me feel loved."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I did too, but I think we'd better go shower now so I can fix something to eat, or aren't you hungry?"

"I am, but I want to stay here with you a while longer. Will you lay beside me on the bed and just hold me for a few more minutes?"

"Sure, I can do that," I agreed as I lay on the bed next to him.

After I slid my arm under his body, I used it to pull him onto my body so we were laying chest-to-chest. He smiled before placing his head between my nipples, and then he sighed as he totally relaxed. That's how we stayed for the next twenty minutes, but when my stomach growled Braedon's head lifted off my chest.

"Ok, we can go shower now, cuz I'm gettin' hungry too."

After he rolled off me, we got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As we showered, I thought about how pleased I was that he done so well getting through these last two days.

When I got back to the park on Wednesday morning, things quickly returned to normal. I was busy conducting rehearsals for the next play, the boys resumed coming over to the house during the lunch hour for a little fun, and Braedon was getting on with his life. In a way, it had actually helped that he hadn't been really close to his dad before this happened, because it made it easier for him to deal with his dad's death.

It also helped that his mother allowed him to spend over a week with me, because it gave him time to adjust to this sudden and drastic change in his life. At the same time, the boys and I made certain he understood he was truly loved, and not just by his mom. We helped him understand through our words and actions that we loved him as well, and we were willing to be there for him whenever the need arose, and for as long as he wanted.

Braedon wasn't the only one who'd made personal gains during this time either. By the end of the following week, Danny had fulfilled one of his yearnings as well, when he finally got a chance to be with me. Even though he had messed around with the other boys, and Nolan was hung fairly well too, Danny was still eager to get his hands on my penis. He got the chance a few days later, and we were able to play with each other's sex organ for the first time.

Even though Danny had been doing things with the others, I quickly discovered he was woefully inadequate when it came to giving oral sex. The problem might have had something to do with the fact that my penis was so much larger than the boys, so I offered him several pointers while we were together. I was pleased that he started doing a little better before we finished, and even though I hadn't enjoyed it as much as I normally would have, he was thrilled that he'd finally had the chance to do this with me. He seemed to be overjoyed and looking forward to the next opportunity when we'd be together, and much to my relief, he did considerably better the second time around.

Before the end of July, the summer acting group was ready to put on the second play, "The Entire History of the American Revolution (in 40 Minutes or Less)." We arranged to perform it for the kids at the park on a Wednesday afternoon near the end of July, and we held a second performance for the parents later the same evening. The kids did another fabulous job, and the play was received just as well as our first production, and we garnered some very favorable feedback as well. Since I was a teacher, one parent's comment stood out and pleased me the most.

"I don't think they teach history in schools as well as they used to, so the students often seem to be lacking the basic knowledge about our country's past. However, I'm convinced these kids will remember the important facts about the American Revolution after having been in this play."

I thanked him for his kind words and said I hoped they would always remember being part of this play and recall the information they'd learned while performing on stage.

The day after we'd put on that play, we started getting ready for our final production of the summer. This time we were going to perform "Babes in Toyland", and we would be putting it on in the middle of August. This meant the performance would be shortly before the summer program at the park came to an end for the summer, and only a few days before school was scheduled to start up again.

Since this play would require a few more props than the other plays we'd done this summer, I had to set up a special group to handle the construction of those items. To my surprise, and relief, Patty offered to oversee the group and use her arts & crafts talents to help create the various set pieces that would be needed. I merely gave her a list of what those items would be and left her to work out the details.

This play was comprised of two acts, with Act One having two scenes and Act Two only a single scene. Act One, Scene One took place in Mother Goose Land; Act One, Scene Two in the Spider Forest; and Act Two happened in Toyland's packaging and shipping department. Once again, I chose this play because I thought it would appeal to the various age groups that would be in the audience, but it seemed the cast liked the idea of doing this play as well.

Working on this kept me busy for the rest of the summer, but I made sure I found time to spend with the boys as well. In addition to our noontime sessions, we continued our trips to the Y and our intimate weekend sessions at the house. This caused the final days of summer vacation to fly by, and before long it was time to put on our final play for the recreation department.

Once again, some of the mothers offered to help with the costumes, but we didn't get involved in anything too elaborate, and the kids all looked good when they were on stage. I was pleased and extremely proud of the job they did, and we received many accolades after they took their final bow. The most important comment, at least for me, came when Owen approached me as I was walking down the stairs after the performance.

"Marshall, I can't tell you how pleased I am with what you've been able to do this summer. I don't remember ever being this satisfied with the job the acting director has done before, nor have I received so much positive feedback about the acting program from both the children and their parents. The job is yours next summer as well, and I'll even make sure you get a raise if you're willing to do it again. Just call me before the end of March and let me know what you decide, but I won't look for anyone else unless you tell me you're not interested."

"Thanks, Owen, and I'm very interested. I've not only enjoyed doing this, but the paycheck has also helped me get through the summer. Unless something unexpected comes up between now and then, I'd be honored to do this for as long as you'll allow me. I'll be in touch to let you know if anything changes, but I'm definitely looking forward to doing this next summer as well."

Once that had been cleared up, I was able to start looking forward to the new school year, and I'd be able to start preparing for my classes just as soon as I learned what grade or grades I'd be teaching. Even though the boys had a few more days left before they'd be starting classes, the other teachers and I had to attend an orientation the next day.

After we listened to a welcoming address from the superintendent at the high school, he told us about changes that had been made to various district policies. He also informed us about certain critical dates, upcoming events, and new programs that would be offered. This was followed by a catered luncheon, which was actually quite good, and then we were required to go to our respective schools for the remainder of the afternoon.

Once we were at the middle school, we heard another welcoming address, but this one was from the principal, and then he introduced the new hires. When he finished, we were directed where to go for our departmental meetings, and that's where we were given our class schedules and tentative class lists. After we had everything we needed, we were given a chance to go to our classrooms to start getting them ready for the new school year.

The day didn't turn out to be as bad or quite as boring as it might sound, because we also had a chance to get reacquainted with the other faculty members, as well as meeting the newest teachers. I wasn't surprised when I saw my class schedule either, which was a mixed bag again, just like the previous year. Since none of the other teachers in our department had announced they would be leaving at the end of last year, no new teachers were hired for our department, so I was still low man on the totem. When I was given my class schedule, I discovered this year I'd be teaching two eighth grade classes, two seventh grade classes, one sixth grade, and one fifth grade class. After looking over the tentative class lists, I realized some of the boys would be very happy this year, while others wouldn't have as much to be excited about.

The following two days were spent getting our classrooms ready, our supplies organized, and sitting through both a department and faculty meeting. We also had an opportunity to start planning our first week of lessons, which definitely helped.

When the boys came to the house on Friday afternoon, they quickly began asking questions and making comments about the new school year. "Are there going to be lots of changes this year?" Tucker wanted to know.

"There will be a few new teachers, but other than that it will be pretty much the same."

"Maybe for you guys," Gary groused, "but it will probably suck for us," he said while indicating Will, Nolan, and himself. "We'll be going to a new school, and we'll be the rookies again, but worst of all, we won't be with you guys."

"Try to stay positive about this, and maybe it won't turn out as badly as you expect," I offered trying to be as encouraging as possible. "You might find out you like being at the high school and that there's more for you to get involved in while you're there. Just give it a chance and don't go in with such a negative attitude."

"Ok, we'll try," Gary agreed, with the other two nodding that they would do the same.

"At least we'll still be able to come here and do this stuff with the rest of you," Will added.

"Yeah, so even if it sucks at the high school, bein' able to come here with you guys will make it better," Nolan confirmed.

"So do you know what you're teachin'?" Hunter asked, since he was hoping he'd be in one of my English classes.

"I do, and I've even seen the tentative class schedules."

"Really? Am I in one of your classes?" Hunter pressed, hardly able to contain his excitement.

"Actually, you, Braedon, and Jon are all in one of my classes."

"Are me and Hunter in the same class?" Braedon followed.

"No, you're in different classes, but you'll be doing the same work, since you're both in eighth grade."

"What about me?" Tucker whined. "You mean I'm the only one who won't have you for a teacher?"

"As I said, the class lists are temporary, so there might still be some changes. When you get your schedule, come find me and I'll see if there's a way I can get you into one of my classes. I only have two periods where I teach eighth grade English, and if it's possible I'll try to have you transferred into one of those classes. However, if neither one fits into your schedule then I'm afraid there will be nothing I can do."

"Then I hope you can work it out."

When we finally got ready to have some fun, I asked the boys if they'd mind if I was with Tucker today. After seeing how down he was about the class schedule, I thought it might be one way to perk him up a bit, and the other boys agreed they were fine with it as well. This brought a smile to Tucker's face and made him feel a little better.

"Is there any particular way you want to do it?" I asked, giving him the choice.

"Yeah, there is. Can we do it like you did it with Braedon when he was staying with you? You made him cum doin' it that way, so I want to see if it will happen to me too."

"Yes, we can do it that way if you want,"

"Just remember to rub your dick against his belly," Hunter offered.

"Yeah, cuz doin' that feels almost the same as fuckin' him," Braedon confirmed.

"And I want you to do all the other things you did with Braedon too, like when you were undressin' him," Tucker explained.

"I can do that as well, so I'll grab a towel as we're heading to the bedroom."

The other boys then partnered up and decided where they would do this, since some of them would have to use the mat. Once that had been established, we all got undressed except for Tucker, and then I began to do what he wanted.

I started to kiss him first, something he always enjoyed, and as I removed each article of clothing I spent a couple of minutes paying homage to the part of his body that I'd just uncovered. Tucker was sighing, moaning, and panting as I worked on every sensitive area of his body, so I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. After I rimmed him and prepared him for entry, he looked up at me and his facial expression showed a mixture of awe and anticipation. That was soon replaced by a look of contentment, and a low purring sound emanated from his throat as I eased my erection into his hungry hole.

Once I was completely inside him, I began thrusting back and forth, and Tucker immediately began to ram his penis against my belly. He was being so aggressive that he nearly forced his appendage into my navel, but thankfully there was a size differential so it popped out and slid in the direction of my chin. Now that his penis was firmly lodged between our bodies, he utilized his pre-cum to slide it comfortably between our bellies.

Tucker must have thought this was a race, because his short, rapid thrusts were doubling the number of long, slower strokes I made into the depths of his inner sanctum. His energetic pace also caused him to ejaculate first, and he showered both of us in his own creamy body wash.

His body's reaction to his orgasm sent me over the edge as well, and I spewed my seed into the tip of the condom as I enjoyed my own release. I managed to keep my body weight from collapsing on him afterward, so I wouldn't crush the poor kid, and then we wallowed in the wondrous feelings still radiating from our head to our toes.

As soon as I recovered and extracted my penis from its warm and comfortable temporary home, I bent down and did the same thing to Tucker that I'd done to Braedon. I licked up as much of his semen that I could find, and I even used one of my fingers to scoop it off my body so I could lick that up as well. It was like leaving the icing off the cake and then eating it separately after you'd devoured the cake.

I hugged Tucker after I'd finished removing the last of his semen from our bodies, and then I began to kiss him again. The other boys had all finished up and cleaned off already, leaving the two of us alone in the bedroom. After I'd cuddled with him for a few more minutes, I helped him get off the bed and took him into the shower. Once we had both washed off and dried, we got dressed and went out to see what the other boys were doing.

"I hope you can get me into one of your classes," Tucker said as we were walking toward the living room.

"I'll do my best to make it happen, if it's at all possible." His grin was thanks enough.

The boys spent a little more time with me before they went home, and even Hunter left so he could go home to eat dinner with his mother. While I was sitting in the living room alone, I began to think back upon everything that had happened over the past year. It had been a truly remarkable time in my life.

Not only had I gotten my first teaching job, but I had also been asked to take charge of the drama club at the school. By doing that, I got to meet some truly remarkable young men who were now a huge part of my life. Not only had I seen all of them totally naked, as well as a few other boys along the way, but I also discovered they were interested in doing much more than even I was originally prepared for.

I now had two of these boys looking at me as a replacement father-figure. I would do my best for both Hunter and Braedon, and I'd also help Will, but he didn't seem to need me nearly as much as they did. Hunter and Braedon not only wanted to think of me as their dad, but they also wanted me to love them, as well as make love to them, so I was ending up being both a dad and lover at the same time.

Since I thought it might help, I was even thinking of asking Braedon's mother if she would mind letting him stay with me on both Friday and Saturday nights, the same as Hunter was doing. I knew those boys got along well, and seeing they both needed me in the same way, this might work out better. I had even considered the fact that both boys wanted me to make love to them as well, but I didn't see this as a problem. I figured I could make love to one of them before we went to bed, after sucking the other one off, and then I could make love to the other boy in the morning, while performing oral sex on the first boy. I felt they would both be fine doing it this way, and they'd end up getting off both times.

The past year hasn't been easy, and there were times when I thought my world would come crashing down around my ears, but somehow I always managed to survive. While I was still living at the apartment complex, I'd been worried about Jennifer and I was afraid that she was overly suspicious about my relationship with the boys. Before anything happened, however, she was no longer a threat. I wasn't sure if it was the move that saved me, or her attending the play and musical that made her accept the explanation I'd offered for why the boys were spending so much time at my place. Whichever of those things had caused it, I was grateful that nothing bad had come out of that situation, and she was no longer around to see what was going on.

I had also been worried about Jack Cardwell, since he'd became suspicious after seeing me in the shower with a group of naked boys. I was really concerned that he was going to say something to others at school and make them suspicious of me as well, which could have possibly cost me my job. The problem ended, however, when the boys arranged to catch Jack naked in the locker room when they were also naked. From that point on, we didn't see very much of him, and it seemed as if he was now worried that we might say something about him. I think he believed that if he said anything about what he had seen, then we'd make sure the finger of suspicion also pointed at him, since he'd been exposed in a very similar predicament.

Then there was also the day that Hunter had knocked on my door and admitted that he'd seen me kissing Braedon and sucking his penis. My initial reaction was that he was going to either use this knowledge to hold it over my head and blackmail me, or he'd race to the police station and tell them what he saw. I was both amazed and relieved when he told me that he just wanted to be part of the action and he'd like me to do those same things to him.

Finally, there had been Braedon's dad. I had decided that I wanted to help Braedon after I'd read his essay over the Christmas break, and I was determined to do whatever I could to make things better. Then, after he told me about his dad, I began to worry about what the man might do if he ever found out about his son. However, after I let Tucker talk me into letting Braedon join our little group, I was even more worried about what his father might do if he discovered what we were up to. I was never able to put those concerns out of my mind, although we did our best to be careful and not get caught, but Braedon and I never forgot what his dad might be capable of doing.

In the end our worst fears came true, because Braedon's dad eventually snapped and killed someone he suspected of being gay. Although there was some doubt as to how much that had played a factor in what happened, he had made multiple homophobic slurs before the shooting, so it seemed to have played at least some part in what he did. The man was dead now, so the threat he posed no longer existed, but it had been a long, winding, and bumpy road to get to this point.

Don't get me wrong, because it hadn't been all bad or scary. Beside getting to know the boys and being close to them, there were a lot of other positives as well. My personnel file at the school board office was packed with several glowing letters of commendation, and that would help when it came time for me to get tenure. I was also offered a really special summer job that allowed me to spend even more time with the boys, and I found a nice place to live that I might be able to buy, so what more could I ask for?

I now looked forward to the new school year and wondered what it would bring. The boys still wanted to hang out and fool around with me, even those who no longer attended the middle school, so that wasn't about to change either, but what else might the future hold in store? Would there be more boys who might want to become part of our little group, or would we experience new threats from people who were suspicious about why we spent so much time together? I guess we'll just have to be careful, while still having as much fun as possible along the way, but hopefully no one will become the dark cloud that will end up raining on our incredible parade.

Epilogue
The Years Ahead

Even though Gary and Nolan had graduated from the middle school and were now attending the high school, they still continued to come to my place nearly every weekend with the other boys. We continued to do many of the same things we'd been doing for the past year, but we agreed that we wouldn't recruit any more boys, since the group was quite large already.

Those who were still attending the middle school joined up for the drama club again and took part in the plays and musicals we performed until they graduated from eighth grade as well. Once the boys left the middle school, they would still come back to attend the various performances and support those who were still participating.

To my surprise and utter enjoyment, the younger boys also convinced the newer male members of the drama club that they needed to drop trou when changing after the dress rehearsal. This is merely an abbreviated way of saying they lowered their trousers and exposed the part of their anatomy that made them male. They did this because they'd been convinced by the others that if they didn't do it then this would jinx the actual performance and it would go badly. Over time this became a ritual all the boys participated in during each production, even after the original members of my gang had moved on. This ritual continued throughout my entire tenure in charge of the drama club and none of the parents ever found out or complained about our superstitious rite of passage.

After leaving the middle school, the boys in my little 'sex club' began to make new friends and eventually became involved in other activities, which meant they began spending less and less time with me. Even though most had stopped participating in our sessions after a few years, I never recruited more boys to take their place. In fact, I really didn't have to, since not all of them stopped showing up. Two of the boys stayed involved and continued to hang out with me, even after they graduated from high school.

One of those boys was Braedon. We'd become really close after his father died, and even though he still liked to mess around and enjoyed having sex with me, he also looked at me as a surrogate father. His mother was happy that we'd bonded and I was able to fill that paternal role for him, even if he had never felt especially close to his dad. The man's passing had still left a hole in his life that I was happy to fill, and his mother was pleased that I was doing this for him. She was even willing to let Braedon spend quite a bit of time with me and even let him stay over on the weekend every now and then. It was a good thing that Braedon didn't mind sharing me with the other boy who also stayed close, and that was Hunter.

Hunter ended up spending the most time with me, and this included staying at my place nearly every weekend. He would remain with his mother during the week, and he'd also spend major holidays with her as well, but then he would come over to spend time with me as soon as she told him he could go. I'd become a surrogate father to him as well, but we also became lovers. In the beginning, I had my doubts that he would stay with me after he graduated from high school, and I even encouraged him to find someone his own age. Even though he dated other guys during his freshman year, I believe he did it primarily to keep me from bringing it up or having arguments about it. Over time he settled on one particular boy and began spending a great deal of time with him during the following two years of high school.

They would go out on dates on the weekend when he was staying with me, and sometimes the other boy would spend the night here as well. They would stay in the living room and sleep on the sectional, but I'm sure they were having sex as well. I never questioned Hunter about it, or pried into their relationship, but they broke up at the end of his junior year. I was worried about this for a while, but then Hunter began dating other guys during his senior year, but none of those relationships ever seemed to last for very long.

Since Hunter's mother couldn't afford to help him pay for college, I offered to do what I could to help out. I wanted him to have a better life than his mother, so I paid for as much as I could afford, but I also helped him take out loans to cover the rest. He went to a two-year college first, since it was less expensive, and then he transferred to a four year school. He graduated with a degree in business and was hired by a local firm when he graduated. Although he likes his job, he still dreams that someday he will be able to start his own business.

Shortly after he began that job, he totally moved in with me and we've been living together ever since. He told me that although he'd dated others throughout high school and enjoyed the time they'd spent together, he preferred to be with me, because I was the only one he truly loved. This convinced me it wasn't merely a juvenile infatuation any longer, so I happily gave in to his request and we've been lovers for a couple of years now. I no longer doubt that we will always be together, and I love him as much as he apparently loves me. I also proposed to him and he accepted, so we're in the process of planning our wedding.

Isn't it ironic that a simple request to start a drama club at the middle school has ended up giving me a lifelong companion? I look forward to sharing a long and happy life with him.

The End