Erastes

The Guardian

Chapters 37-42

Shortly after 12:00, Marcus and Justin's teammates began arriving at the house, as their parents dropped them off for the party. I chatted with a few of their folks briefly and one of the mothers gave me a couple of packages for Marcus. She said Cherie had suggested they all chip in and buy the gifts together, and then Justin suggested a couple of items he thought Marcus would like. She explained that she was only dropping them off, but the gifts were from the entire team. I thanked her for doing this and said I was sure Marcus would appreciate the presents and their generosity.

Once all of the boys were there, I had them load into the van and we set out for Pirate's Cove. I had told the staff we would arrive around 1:00 and didn't want to be late, since that might mess things up. I parked the van in a shady spot because it looked as if it was going to be a scorcher and the weather report said it would be much hotter than usual for this time of year. Since I knew we would be here for quite a while, I didn't want the interior or seats to be really hot when we came out later. When I led the boys inside, we entered the place by walking into a structure shaped like a pirate ship and I announced our arrival to the staff member standing behind the counter. I told her there were 18 boys plus myself and then handed her my credit card.

There were 14 boys from the baseball team, including Justin and Marcus, plus the four boys with me, meaning Tyler, Dylan, Ethan and Andrew. After each one took a colored golf ball and putter, we got ready to begin. There were two courses, a 9-hole and an 18-hole set up, so we started on the 9-hole course first. I felt this would give the boys a chance to get used to playing before we took on the longer course.

I also divided the boys into groups of four and started them off one after the other. I put Tyler in the first group with three other boys and Dylan in the second group with three more boys. I then put Justin in the third group with three of his teammates and Marcus in the fourth group with the rest of the boys on his team. I then followed behind them and took Ethan and Andrew with me, so I could help and instruct them at the same time.

I thought the place was quite fascinating, since it really played up the pirate theme. The course wound its way past caves, over footbridges and beside cascading waterfalls. There was even a small lagoon with a black skull and crossbones flag in the center and plenty of trees to provide us with some shade. I was also glad the person checking us in had advised me to take a few extra balls along, since there were places where the kids could lose their golf ball in the water.

I gave a couple of the extra balls to Tyler and a couple more to Dylan before we started out, but I held on to the rest. True to form, some of the boys found those spots we'd been warned about and their golf balls rolled into the water. We were able to fish a few of them out of the hazards so they could be used again, while there were other times when the balls weren't as easily retrieved. In those cases, we gave the boy another ball to play with, rather than holding things up.

I stood behind Ethan and Andrew on the first couple of holes and assisted them with their swings. Once they got the idea and I felt they could do it on their own, I let them go on from there. They, along with the other boys, really seemed to enjoy doing this and we were amazed that a few holes were actually on the pirate ship. It was great deal of fun and we turned the putters and extra balls back in after completing all 27 holes.

Before I got in the van with the boys, I called and ordered the pizzas to be delivered. I knew we'd make it home before they arrived, so I hopped in the driver's seat and took off. When we got to the house, everyone followed us inside and I let Marcus show his teammates around first, while I set out the chips and drinks. When the pizza arrived, I called the boys to the dining room and told them how this would work.

"I want everyone to line up at the end of the dining room table. When you get to me, tell me whether you want cheese, sausage or pepperoni pizza. I'll put a slice on a heavy-duty plate and hand it to you and then you can make your way to the counter in the kitchen. You will find bags of chips and other items there and you can help yourself to whatever you want. Then, you will tell Tyler or Dylan what you want to drink and they'll pour it for you in a red plastic cup. Once you have everything, you can head out to the backyard and find a spot to eat. You can come back in for seconds after you finish what you have, but hold on to your plates and cups for later. You will need them again when we have the cake and ice cream."

Once they went through the lines, the boys headed outside to chow down. Some came back inside for more later, but we had plenty to go around, so no one was left hungry. When they had all finished eating, I had them bring their plates and cups inside, so one of us could write their names on them with a marker. Then, I had them placed those items on the dining room table or the kitchen counter, but I told them to remember where they'd put them. Then, we went back outside to play a couple of games next. I told Ethan and Andrew they could play too, if they wanted, and of course they did. I had chosen games I thought they could participate in as well.

"We're going to start off playing a game called 'Balloon Stomp'," I stated, as I glanced around to see their reactions. "I'm going to give each of you a balloon and you'll have to blow it up to about the size of one of the plates we just used to eat on. I brought a spare plate with me to judge your balloon size. When you feel that you're ready, bring your balloon up for me to check, and if I agree it's large enough, I'll tie a knot in it. Once I've done that, you'll move over to where Tyler and Dylan are waiting, so they can tie a piece of string to your balloon and fasten it to one of your ankles. You just tell them which leg you use to stomp with and they'll fasten the balloon to the other leg."

Once everyone had done that and they were all ready to begin, I gave them the directions on how to play the game. Some had already figured it out or maybe they'd even played it before, but I wanted everyone to understand the purpose of the game.

"Spread out and once I say go, you are to stomp on each other's balloon until you pop them. You have to do this without letting you're own balloon get popped, because once you're balloon is busted you have to move out of the way, because you are done. The last person with an unpopped balloon will be the winner."

I had a feeling the boys would like doing this, but I wasn't quite ready for how aggressively some of them went at it. A few boys immediately began attacking the other boys' balloons without worrying about their own, much to their chagrin later. Others were a little sneakier and tried to slip up behind a boy that was focused on popping someone else's balloon. These sneak attacks usually worked, but sometimes someone else snuck up behind the sneaky boys at the same time. The boys had fun doing this and asked to play again, so we went through the process all over.

After they'd played the balloon stomp game again, I had Dylan and Tyler make sure the strings were removed from each boys' leg. Then, I announced the next game they were going to play. Before we could start, however, I had to inform them about what was going to happen next.

"We're going to play another game, but I have to go get a few items from the house first," I announced. "While Dylan and Tyler are helping me get the things we'll need, I want the rest of you to form a straight line across here and we'll be right back."

I told them where I wanted them to form the line and used my arm to draw an imaginary line to let them know where to do this. Then, I had the oldest pair follow me inside to retrieve the things we'd need for this game. I handed each of the boys a carton of eggs from the fridge and then I grabbed the plastic container in which I'd placed the other items we'd need. We then headed outside again and started passing the items out to the boys.

"I am going to hand each of you a spoon and then Dylan or Tyler will hand you an egg," I advised them. "Don't do anything with either until I explain what we're going to do."

The boys and I then went down the line and handed each boy a spoon and an egg. What I hadn't told any of them, not even Dylan or Tyler, was that I'd hard boiled the eggs previously, so we wouldn't make a big mess. Once everyone had what they needed, I sent Dylan and Tyler to the other end of the yard to form the finish line for me. Then, I moved the boys around until I was sure they were in a straight line, before I began telling them what to do next.

"I want you to put the spoon in whichever hand you prefer and hold the egg in the other. When I say 'get ready', I want you to place the egg on the spoon and then put your free hand behind your back. When I say 'go', you will race to the finish line, which is between Dylan and Tyler. They will declare the winner.

"Now, if you drop the egg off the spoon, you will have to pick it up, if you are able to, and then you'll have to return back here and start over. You cannot continue on from where you dropped the egg. Any questions?"

I looked up and down the line and no one seemed to have anything to say, so I decided to start the race.

"Ok then, get ready," I shouted, as I watched the boys place their egg on the spoon. Once they all had done it, I yelled, "Go!"

The boys took off and right away eggs began to fall. The boys looked shocked when it didn't smash all over the grass and then a few of them grinned at me when they realized the egg was hard boiled. Then, they ran back to start over again. All but one boy dropped his egg and that 12-year-old walked slowly and steadily toward the finish line and crossed it first. As soon as he won, some of the boys started asking if they could do it again. Since so many wanted to, I told them we would do it one more time and then we'd go inside to have cake and ice cream. They agreed, so I let them race again.

This time they did much better and it was a much closer race. At first I thought the same boy was going to win, but one of the 11-year-olds passed him by just before he got to the finish line and won the race instead. No matter who won, the boys seemed to have a good time doing it, so I was pleased. I then asked them to place their eggs back in the two cartons, because I planned to use those still in decent shape to make egg salad later.

About that same time, I heard one of Marcus' friends make a comment. "I sure wish you had a pool. I'm all sweaty now and it would have been great if we could have jumped into a pool to cool off."

"Yeah, it would have," someone else added, while a bunch of the others were nodding in agreement.

"I can have Uncle Blake spray us with the hose then," Marcus suggested. "That will cool us down. Will you do that for us Uncle Blake?" he added, while turning toward me. I agreed that I would and Marcus smiled.

"I don't want to get my clothes wet," one of the boys stated, as he looked around at the others.

"Then we'll just take them off," Marcus offered. I could see the wheels turning in his head and realized he had an ulterior motive for saying this.

"You mean do it naked?" someone else wondered.

"Sure, we're all boys so it really isn't a big deal," Marcus stated, while looking hopeful that the others would agree.

"But someone might see us," the first boy replied.

"Nah, there's a wooden fence that goes all around the yard and there are big trees growing next to it," Marcus explained. "That will keep anyone else from seeing us."

"Maybe we could just leave our underwear on," someone else suggested as an alternative.

"Yeah, I guess you could, if you're a scaredy-cat or have a really tiny penis that you don't want anyone else to see," Marcus replied. It was his attempt to shame those who might consider not doing this, so they'd do what he wanted. "You will have to wear your wet underwear home later too, so it up to you. It doesn't bother me though, so I'm just getting undressed."

"Me too," Justin chimed in, as he and Marcus began taking their clothes off.

Before long, I saw Ethan and Andrew doing this too, and then some of Marcus' other teammates began to follow suit. I'm not sure if seeing the younger boys doing this might have motivated some of the others or not. It could have even made the rest of the boys feel like a wuss if they didn't do it too, seeing the younger boys seemed to have more guts than they did. Soon, they were all getting undressed on the patio and then leaving their clothes where they wouldn't get wet.

While they were doing that, I turned to Dylan and Tyler so I could ask them to do something for me. "Would you please go inside, grab the laundry baskets and take them upstairs? I want you to use them to bring down enough towels for everyone to use. We're definitely going to need them. Would you also put the eggs in the refrigerator on your way in so they don't spoil?"

They agreed, smiled and raced off, while I went to get the hose. I adjusted the nozzle so the water would come out in a spray, rather than a stream. When I was ready, I began to look around to see how many of the boys were going to do this.

I suddenly realized that all of the boys were now naked, although a few of them had their hands placed strategically over their groins to keep their goodies hidden. Once I started spraying them, however, they soon forgot about keeping their hands in place and began to frolic about under the spray, as they enjoyed the cooling touch of the water. I was impressed and mildly surprised to see some of Marcus' older teammates were already entering puberty, so this wasn't just a group of little boys.

When Dylan and Tyler came back outside, they set the laundry baskets down on the patio, took off their own clothes and came out to join in the fun. All of the boys seemed to be having a good time doing this, but they also appeared to be enjoying checking out each other. I saw a few of the circumcised boys staring at the uncircumcised boys' penises, but no one said anything about them. Since there didn't seem to be a problem, I continued to spray them for quite a while. I figured if anyone said anything about the difference in their penises later, then Marcus could explain it to them. He'd heard my explanation at Tyler's birthday party, so he knew what to tell them.

When I decided it was time to stop, I had Dylan and Tyler pass out the towels so they boys could dry off. Once they did, they tossed the wet towels into the laundry basket again and then got dressed. I just told them that they shouldn't say anything about what they'd just done to anyone else, since I didn't want any of their parents to get upset. I said it looked as if they had a pretty good team this year and it was going to be a long season, so I didn't want to have issues with their parents that might spoil everything. They all seemed to understand, so they agreed to keep this a secret. I suggested that if their parents noticed their wet heads and said anything about it, they could just say they borrowed a pair of shorts from one of my boys to do this. They felt that would be fine.

Once we went inside again, I grabbed the cake and placed it on the dining room table, before I added the two candles on top, a large 1 and a 0. After I lit them, we sang Happy Birthday to Marcus and then he blew out the candles. After that, I told the boys to grab their plates and cups from earlier; as I helped Marcus cut the cake so we could pass it out. At the same time, Dylan got ready to pour the drinks, while Tyler prepared to dish out the ice cream at the same time. I made sure Marcus got the first piece of cake and first scoop of ice cream, since it was his birthday, and then the other boys lined up behind him for their share.

Once Marcus finished eating, I had him open his gifts. The first two were from his teammates and the first one was an Electronic Snap Circuits kit. It had directions on how to build over 300 different devices, which included a lamp & fan, spinning rings, a laser gun, a race game, a musical motion detector, a laser light, a touch buzzer, a battery, a hissing foghorn, voice controlled rays of light and a race car engine, to name a few. Marcus seemed excited about this, so I guess Justin knew him better than I did.

The second gift was an Easton Bat Pack. It was shaped like a backpack, red and black in color and it had a padded back so it would be comfortable to carry. It also had sleeves on each side where he could place a bat. Inside the bag there was plenty of room for him to keep his cleats, glove, ball and a change of clothes. Marcus then thanked his teammates for the gifts and told them he liked both of them.

While he was doing that, all of my other boys and their friends were busy checking out the bat pack. I heard Ethan, Tyler, Justin and Dylan all remark how they'd like to have one too, so I made a mental note about that for later. I also heard Justin tell Marcus something.

"Those gifts are from Dylan too, not just the team, because my mom put in for both of us," he advised Marcus. I was glad he had done this, so Marcus would understand.

I had Tyler and Ethan give Marcus their gift next. They'd decided to get him a remote controlled helicopter that he could fly in the backyard. Marcus liked this gift as well and thanked his brothers several times for getting it for him. They had picked it out online and then asked me to place the order so it would arrive in time for his birthday. It had totally been their idea.

Once he'd had time to check that out, I decided it was time to give him my gift. First, I reminded him that I'd bought his cleats and bat as early birthday presents, but I had one more gift for him too. I then presented him with an Easton Pop-up Pitcher's Zone training device, which was designed to improve his accuracy and pitch location.

"I know you want to be a pitcher, so I thought this would help you with that goal," I advised him, as soon as he'd opened the package. He immediately hugged and thanked me in return, so I guess he didn't care if his teammates saw him do this.

Marcus then put the batteries in the helicopter remote and took it out back for a test flight. All of his teammates went out to see how it flew too, since they thought it was neat too. I eventually had to call them in one at a time, as their parents arrived to pick them up. Each one thanked me on the way out and said they'd had a terrific time. That made it all worth it, since I could tell Marcus had enjoyed his birthday party as well.

Once all of the other boys had gone, I heard Andrew make a comment. "That was neat how you got your friends to take their clothes off," he stated gleefully. "I got to see all of their wieners and it was fun."

"Yeah, that was pretty sneaky," Tyler offered, while grinning at his brother.

"Hey, it was one of my friends that said he was hot," Marcus pointed out. "I just offered a way for him to cool off."

"We could have just come inside and cooled off in the air conditioning," I stated, somewhat sarcastically.

"Nah, that wouldn't have been as much fun," Marcus countered, as a huge grin spread across his face. "I think they were all glad they did it too."

As the boys continued discussing this, I went over and hopped on the computer, so I could check something out. Then, I called all of the boys over so I could ask them a question.

"I've looked up the bat pack Marcus got today and discovered it comes in several different colors," I announced, as they looked over my shoulder at the screen. "I'm willing to buy the rest of you one too, as an early birthday present, so you can have it to use for the entire summer baseball season."

"You mean me and Dylan too?" Justin asked next, not quite believing what he'd just heard.

"Yes, it will be your birthday present from our family, even though I know your birthdays aren't until September and October," I confirmed. They both seemed thrilled with my answer.

"What about me?" Tyler demanded. "I'd like one too, but I've already had my birthday."

"If you're willing to help me take care of the laundry from now on, then I'll get you one too for doing that," I suggested. He quickly accepted my offer and was very happy too. Now, we just had to decide who wanted which color.

"I want a blue one," Ethan quickly announced, although it was actually blue and black.

"I don't like the yellow or orange, so I'll take the black and gray one," Tyler stated next.

"Can I get a black and gray one like Tyler's then?" Dylan asked next. I looked at Tyler before I answered and saw him nod in agreement.

"I don't see why not," I responded. "I'm sure we can mark them so you'll know which one belongs to you."

"Then I want a red one like Marcus," Justin chimed in and I could see Marcus grin in approval.

"Andrew, what if I get you a blue one like Ethan's? Would you like that?" I followed, since he was being really shy. He merely nodded in response. "Don't tell your mommy about this until I give it to you though. Ok?"

"Yeah. I won't tell her," he agreed.

"Then I'll place the order and the bat packs should be here by next weekend," I announced. "You should have them in time for your next game."

"Great!" they all responded in unison, as each one gave me a hug and thanked me.

I had decided to get one for Andrew too, even though I didn't know when his birthday was. I figured if it had already passed, then I could tell him it was an early Christmas present, but this way he would still be able to use it now as well.

Marcus then asked me to help him set up the Pop-up Pitcher's Zone I'd got him, because he wanted to try that out too. Once it was ready, he threw a few pitches at it, but then he looked at Dylan and Tyler next.

"Do you think this will help me become a pitcher?" he wanted to know.

"Let us try it too and then we'll let you know," Tyler replied. Marcus agreed and Dylan and Tyler threw a few pitches at it as well.

"It sure will," Tyler assured him. "I hope you'll let us use it too, because it will help make us better at the same time. It's really great for getting you used to hitting different targets and that can be really important when you're facing the better hitters."

"Yeah, I'm sure it could really help me get better too," Dylan confirmed.

Marcus thought it was great that the two older boys wanted to use it as well, since he already thought they were great pitchers. He felt if they thought it would help them, then it would certainly help him as well.

About this time, I announced it was time to take Justin and Dylan home, as well as Andrew. It was getting late and their parents would be expecting them, so we all hopped into the van and set out for their place. Don and Cherie came out and questioned why I was driving a van, so I explained I'd rented it to take the boys to and from Pirate's Cove. I also told them I was going to drop it off on the way back home and pick up my car. That seemed to suffice, so we started discussing the party.

I told Cherie she'd had a great idea about having all of the boys chip in to buy the two presents and Marcus loved each of them.

"Everything was really great," Marcus assured her.

"And Uncle Blake is going to get us a bat pack too, as an early birthday present," Justin announced, which caused Don and Cherie to give me a questioning look.

"I'm sure you already figured out that we'd be giving your sons a gift for their birthdays," I began in explanation. "Since they all seemed so intrigued with the bat pack the team gave Marcus, I felt it would be a perfect present for them too. Seeing I wanted them to be able to use it now for the current season, I ordered them as an early birthday gift and they should be here by the end of the week."

"You are certainly full of surprises, Blake, and our sons are really lucky to know you and the boys. You're so good to all of them," Cherie countered. "Not only do you do a lot for our sons and treat them great, but now buying them presents too."

"And Justin and Dylan gave Marcus and Tyler gifts for their birthdays too," I pointed out. "These presents will be from the four of us."

"I think we're going to have to do something special for all of you now," she added, while shaking her head slightly.

"That's not necessary and I'm not doing this to make you do something in return," I stated, to let them know they didn't have to worry about trying to even things out. "We all like Justin and Dylan, so we're happy to do this for them."

We talked a little longer and then I took the boys to the rental place to drop off the van and pick up my car. Then we drove Andrew home next.

"Did you have a good time?" Sally asked, as soon as she opened the door.

"Yeah, it was really fun," Andrew told her. "And I went to Marcus' birfday party too."

Sally looked at me strangely, so I explained it was something we had planned in advance with Marcus' team, and since Andrew was with us, we thought he'd enjoy taking part too.

"But we didn't get him anything," she stated and I could tell she felt bad.

"Don't worry about it," I responded. "He got a lot of great presents and he's very happy. He was just glad to have all the others there to celebrate with him."

I could tell she didn't exactly agree, but she let the subject drop. We said goodbye and then I took my boys back to the house. While I was fixing dinner, I saw Marcus and Tyler out practicing their pitching and noticed that Tyler was giving his brother a few pointers. It was great to watch.

While those two were doing that, Ethan came out to talk with me. "That was really fun today," he confessed. "What are we going to do for my birthday?"

"That will be a surprise," I replied, while winking at him.

"Come on! Tell me," Ethan insisted. "What will we do?"

"I haven't decided about that yet, but I promise you'll have just as much fun at your party, as Tyler and Marcus had at their parties," I assured him. He still seemed slightly frustrated about not knowing, but he took me at my word.

After we finished eating dinner together, I had to hurry to get the boys cleaned up and ready for bed. We were doing this later than normal, because we'd eaten late due to the party and the other events of the day, but they still had three more days of classes before school was out for the summer. After they were in bed, I went downstairs to work on the laptop, because I still had a great deal to catch up on before I went back to my job the following day.

I worked well over a couple of hours and when I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I discovered Tyler in my bed. He was sound asleep, but he obviously felt he could continue doing this with me, since I'd allowed it the previous week. I got ready, hopped into bed too, and like a baby finding it's favorite stuffed animal while sleeping, Tyler latched on to me. Before long, he was cuddling against my side as he normally would, but I knew he had never woken up while doing it. I think it was his silent way of telling me that we belonged together.

When the alarm went off on Monday morning, it woke Tyler up too. When I looked over at him, he had a guilty look on his face. "I hope you don't mind that I slept in here with you last night," he began. "I was waiting to ask if it would be alright, but I guess I musta fell asleep first."

"I kind of noticed that," I teased back, "but it's ok. Otherwise, I would have made you get up and go back to your own bed."

"I'm glad you didn't do that," he countered. "I sleep a lot better when I'm in here with you."

After I got the boys up, fed and off to school, I drove into work. I soon discovered that I was much better off than most of my co-workers, because they'd had more trouble with the beta system on Saturday morning and couldn't get very much accomplished. Since I didn't get on the system until late Saturday and Sunday nights, the glitches had been fixed before I did anything. The IT department had spent most of Saturday correcting the new problems, so I had been able to get more done than anyone else. I didn't tell the others about this though, because I didn't want any of them to complain to our boss about it.

Monday night, Cherie picked Marcus up and took him to his practice for me. Tyler spent the time studying and Ethan was watching the Disney channel, so it left me plenty of time to get even more done. I had a lot completed before Marcus returned home, so I knew I was in good shape for the next day.

When Marcus got back, I reminded him that even though we had held his party on Sunday, his birthday was actually the day after tomorrow, on Wednesday. Therefore, I needed to know what he wanted for his special birthday breakfast that morning, so I could make sure I had everything I would need before then. He told me he wanted ham and cheese omelets, so I checked the refrigerator and made a list of the things I would have to buy on my way home the following night.

I was definitely in good shape, work wise, when I got to my job on Tuesday morning. Seeing I was better off than my co-workers, I didn't worry that I had to take Ethan to his baseball practice later. This put me in a really upbeat mood, so the day seemed to pass by rapidly and before long it was time to leave. I made a quick stop at the grocery store so I could pick up the things I needed to make the omelets for Marcus, before I went home to see the boys.

Later, after dinner, I drove Ethan to his practice and then I went over and sat in the bleachers. Sally and Andrew hadn't showed up yet, so I began to wonder if there was a problem. Finally, I saw them pull in and watched as Sally parked her car. As soon as he was able, Andrew raced off to join his team, while Sally came over to sit beside me.

"I was running late from work and that made Andrew hysterical. He kept screaming at me and insisting he was going to be late the entire time I was fixing dinner," she began. "Normally that would have upset me, but I didn't let it get to me this time. It was hard to be mad at him, seeing he's been helping out more since he stayed over with you."

"I'm glad to hear that, because he's a fantastic kid. He was really good while he was with us and he got along great with the other boys," I responded. "I heard him ask them a bunch of questions when he saw how much they did to help out and then he even pitched in and did his share too."

"I know. He told me all about it," she countered, with a grin. "I think it's why he asked if he helped me too if I'd do more fun stuff with him, like you did with Ethan and the other boys." Hearing her say this made me chuckle.

"Well I do tell the boys that's the reason they need to help out," I confirmed. "I hope it didn't cause any problems for you."

"No, it was perfect," she assured me. "Every time he helped me do something, I tried to give him some special attention in return. When he helped me Sunday night, I read him a story before he went to bed. Last night he helped me again, so I sat down and watched one of his shows with him. No matter what I did, he thought it was because he'd been helping out, so I'm sure he'll do even more from now on."

"That's great!" I agreed. "By the way, I was wondering when Andrew's birthday is?"

"Why are you wondering about that?" she asked, while looking at me strangely.

"I was just curious about how much difference there is between his and Ethan's age," I responded. "Ethan's birthday is June 7th."

"Andrew's is August 4th, so it looks like Ethan is a couple of months older," she answered. "They are both turning 7 this year, aren't they?"

"Ethan is, so I take it Andrew will be too," I confirmed. "I'm glad they're so close in age, because it works out perfectly. My other two boys are just a few months younger than their friends. Tyler's about five months younger than Dylan and Marcus is about seven months younger than Justin. Ethan will be the only one older than his best buddy, but only by a couple of months."

"That's still pretty close, only a few months difference," she acknowledged. "I enjoyed watching them interact with each other and could tell they are all great friends."

"Yes, they are. The older ones are terrific with the younger boys too and they all get along really well," I confessed.

"I know. I think Andrew talked about the others as much as he did about Ethan," she admitted. "He really had a great time staying over and hasn't stopped talking about it since."

"He didn't spill any of the dirt on me, I hope," I joked, but then I wondered if it was really a joke? In reality, I think it might have been my subconscious attempt to lessen my concern that he'd told her something he shouldn't.

"Hardly!" she confirmed. "He has nothing but wonderful things to say about each of you. He even told me that you took them to play miniature golf for Marcus' birthday, although he called it 'mini goff'. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy before."

"Yes, I took all the boys to Pirate's Cove for Marcus' birthday party and I'm glad he enjoyed it," I explained. "If you wouldn't mind, maybe Andrew could come home with us after practice on Friday and stay until Sunday again."

"But he has a game on Saturday," she mentioned, somewhat absentmindedly.

"I know. Ethan does too, but it's not a problem," I countered. "You can send his uniform with him that night, but you can still go to the game and watch him play on Saturday. It will give you some time to yourself and you'll be able to do whatever you've been putting off for a while. I'm sure Andrew will also enjoy being with the boys again. Besides, I figure the other two will be there at least part of the time, if not all of it as well."

"Well as long as you don't mind," she responded. "I could definitely use some time to myself and I know Andrew will be thrilled when he hears this."

"Then just bring his duffle with the things he'll need in it when you bring him to practice on Friday night," I suggested. "Then I'll bring him home before dinner on Sunday again."

"I can do that, but let's not tell him right away," she suggested. "I'll wait until just before we come to his practice on Friday to mention it to him, otherwise he'll be sky high all week long."

"Yes, that might be a good idea," I agreed. "I'm well aware of how excited the boys can get about things like that."

"I'm sure you are," she agreed with a smile.

Once practice was over, we said goodbye to each other and headed home. I immediately got Ethan and Marcus scrubbed and in bed, seeing tomorrow was their last day of school. They were really excited about it too and I had two different surprises planned for Marcus. The first was his special breakfast, which he already knew about, but he wasn't aware that I had a second surprise planned for him too and I couldn't wait to see how he reacted to it.

After I'd put them in bed, I went down to do a little work on the computer. While I was doing this, Tyler came down to ask me a question.

"Are you going to be long?" he wanted to know.

"No, I'm almost done for the night," I answered. "Why do you want to know?"

"I was wondering if I could sleep with you again, but I didn't want to just get in your bed and then possibly fall asleep again," he responded, while looking at me with those big puppy-dog eyes.

"Does that mean you have more in mind than just sleeping?" I challenged, while watching his reaction.

"Maybe," he answered coyly. "I'm sure something will pop up." He laughed after saying this.

"Oh, I'm sure of that," I concurred. "Just give me a few more minutes and I'll be right up."

After hearing this, he spun around and raced up the stairs. I wasn't sure why he was in such a big hurry, but he obviously had something in mind.

When I got up to the bedroom, Tyler was lying on my bed, with his legs splayed and his erection proudly extending from his midsection. It was evident something had indeed popped up and he was waiting for me to take care of it. I hurried through my nightly preparations and got into bed with him.

"Can you do it like the last time, when you got between my legs?" he wanted to know. This immediately told me what he wanted, so I agreed.

As soon as I was in position, I lifted his legs, bent down and started to rim him again. This time he didn't jump when my tongue made contact with his rosebud. Instead, he pushed his butt toward me, as a silent invitation to continue. I eagerly accepted the offer and delved into that private place, much to Tyler's delight. He was squirming, moaning and cooing as I paid homage to that region of his body. He was continually thrusting his hips back to meet my effort as well, which was his way of signaling that he wanted me to continue.

After paying attention to that area for a few minutes, I slowly worked my way up to his scrotum and eventually his penis. Tyler was trembling in anticipation as I lowered my mouth over his stiff shaft and began to nod up and down on it. The rimming had obviously got him so worked up that he was nearly ready to explode as soon as I got started. Within a couple of minutes, he was spewing his boy cream down my throat and then his body collapsed on the bed, totally spent.

At that point, I laid down beside him and once he'd recovered, he snuggled up against me as he normally did. We were both very content as he placed his head on my shoulder and draped an arm and leg over my body. After that, we quickly fell asleep.

I woke Marcus up last on Wednesday morning so the boys and I could all sing Happy Birthday to him again. Then, I made each of them a ham and cheese omelet, before I sent them off to school for the final time this school year. I teased Marcus that he had a double celebration today, his birthday and the end of the school year, so I told him to have a great day.

When I got to work, things went extremely well and it seemed as if most of the bugs had been worked out of the beta system. The boss also informed us that everything he had checked out so far appeared to be working properly, so we might only have to continue the beta project for another week before making it live. I suggested we might want to take an additional week on top of that, considering the amount of problems we'd had so far and reluctantly my boss agreed with my suggestion.

That afternoon, my boss let me take off some time so I could go to Ethan and Marcus' school. Marcus was graduating from fourth grade and the school was holding a ceremony for them. This was because it was the fourth graders last year at this school and next year they would be attending the Middle School. I hadn't told either of the boys I was coming, so Marcus was very surprised to see me there.

"I thought you were working," he blurted out when I walked into his classroom, before it was time for the ceremony to begin.

"I was, but I wasn't about to miss this," I replied. "It's your big day, as well as your last one here, because you'll be moving up with the bigger boys next year and going to the same school as Tyler."

"Yeah, I know," he said, as the grin on his face broadened. "I'm really glad you came."

The other parents and I then went to the gymnasium to watch the graduation ceremony. When it was over, I found Marcus again and congratulated him, before I told him I had to leave and go back to work. He told me he understood and it was fine. Then, he thanked me again for coming to see him graduate. He was really proud of himself and I was very proud of him too.

As soon as I left the school, I went back to work and finished up there. When I got home later, I had to make the boys hurry so we could take Marcus out for his birthday dinner. He had told me he wanted to eat at Dominick's; the same Italian restaurant Tyler had picked to go to on his birthday. I called ahead and made a reservation, but I also placed our order when I did this, since we were going to be short on time. This was easy to do, since the boys had all told me they were going to have the same things they'd ordered the previous time we were there. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant and were seated at a table, our meal was delivered and we began to eat. We had to do it this way because Tyler's team had a practice in a little while and he didn't want to miss it or be late.

Tyler only ate half of his dinner and then brought the rest home so he could finish it later. I thought this was a wise choice for him to make, because he'd soon be running around and such a heavy meal probably wouldn't set well. Shortly after we arrived at the house, Don and Cherie showed up to take Tyler to his practice. Since Justin was with them, Marcus decided to go too. This meant I would get a chance to spend some quality time with Ethan alone, because I didn't bring any work home this evening. Even though I'd taken some time off to see Marcus graduate earlier, I was still in better shape than most of my co-workers, so I opted to slack off for the evening.

Ethan announced that he wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood for a change of pace and I agreed it sounded like a good idea. Along the way, I mentioned to Ethan that Aunt Sally had agreed to let Andrew spend both Friday and Saturday nights with us this weekend. Ethan was thrilled by this news and let out a whoop of joy, which got some of the dogs in the area barking in return. He looked at me sheepishly and said he was sorry, but I told him he was forgiven, since I knew how much Andrew's staying over meant to him.

Ethan and I had just gotten back to the house when Don and Cherie returned with the other boys. I stopped to chat with them for a few minutes, and when there was a lull in our conversation, Dylan shouted a question at me through the back window of their car.

"Uncle Blake, can we stay over Friday night?" he wanted to know. I could see Don shoot him a dirty look, but I wasn't sure if it was because Dylan hadn't asked him first or that Dylan wanted to spend more time away from home.

"It's fine with me, if it's ok with your parents," I answered.

"Of course it is," Cherie responded, without first checking with her husband. This surprised me, but I didn't say anything and neither did Don. "But then your boys will have to stay over with us on Saturday night."

"That might be a problem. I've already agreed to have Andrew stay over both Friday and Saturday nights with us, which means Ethan probably won't want to go, so your offer wouldn't do me much good this week," I stated, honestly. "However, it would give you and Don a weekend alone, if you are willing to let your boys spend both nights with us too."

Cherie didn't immediately respond to my offer, so I wondered if there was a problem. Then, I thought she might be debating if she should offer to let Andrew stay at their place too. I had a feeling she wouldn't want to do that without clearing it with Sally first, but then she didn't know Sally well enough to be able to call her up and ask.

"Can we do that, Mom? Please?" Justin teased from the backseat. Instead of answering her son, Cherie turned and spoke to me instead.

"Well, seeing you won't be able to get away to do anything, I don't see any reason why we should all lose out," she began. "Since you are willing to do this, I'll make sure the boys bring enough with them for both nights then, as long as that's ok with you."

"That will be fine," I agreed, which started my boys jumping around in joy.

I could also see Dylan and Justin congratulating each other and fist bumping in the rear seat, while Don shot them a dirty look. I wasn't sure what that was about, but hopefully he just thought the boys were overreacting to the news. Otherwise, he should have been happy that he and his wife were going to have most of the weekend alone again, unless maybe he'd had other plans in mind.

Nothing much happened on Thursday either and it was a fairly calm day, both at the office and at home. I merely worked hard doing my job, knowing Ethan, Marcus and Tyler were spending the middle of their day with the Riordans, since the boys were now on summer vacation. None of them had anything going on this evening, so I knew I'd get to spend time with them then.

Later, after we had finished eating dinner, they cleaned off the dishes and put everything in the dishwasher. Once that was done, they got busy preparing for our house guests and getting the place ready for the weekend, since each one would be having a friend staying over both tomorrow and Saturday night. I had the boys dust downstairs and run the vacuum first, but I also had them make sure their rooms were picked up and cleaned too. As soon as all of that had been taken care of, I agreed to spend some time with them in the family room and we watched something on TV together.

When it was time to turn in, I took Ethan and Marcus upstairs for our shower, before tucking them in bed. After I'd kissed each of them goodnight, I went to my bedroom to turn in. I discovered Tyler sitting on my bed in his boxer briefs and quickly surmised what he was going to ask next.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" he wanted to know, just as I'd suspected. "I figured I'd do this now, unless you're willing to let Dylan and me sleep with you again while he's here. Otherwise, I won't have another chance to do this until Monday. So do I sleep in here tonight or will you let Dylan and me sleep with you instead?"

"I don't have a problem with you sleeping with me tonight," I agreed and this caused Tyler to make a face. I think he wanted me to agree to sleep with both of them on the weekend instead. "After what I did with you two the last time Dylan was here, I think it would be best if you guys slept in your room this weekend."

"I had a feeling you were going to say that, but was what we did really so bad?" Tyler challenged, while looking at me hopefully. "I know Dylan and I both enjoyed it and it wasn't that big of a deal, was it?"

"Tyler, you were well aware of the fact that I didn't think I should get involved like that with Dylan too, but you still pushed for it to happen," I stated harshly, to let him know I hadn't been pleased about what he'd done.

"But it meant so much to Dylan," Tyler protested. "He was so happy that you'd finally given in for a couple of reasons. First, he liked having you wash him, because he said it kinda made up for his father never doing that for him when he was younger. He also really likes you, so he felt that you jerking him off was really special too."

"Look, I know he likes me and I understood why he wanted me to give in. I just hope that having done it with him once that it won't encourage him to try to get me to do even more with him in the future," I replied, looking Tyler in the eye as I said this. "I meant it when I told him it was a one-time deal. I hope he's not expecting more."

"You said that to me too, but then you changed your mind and you don't regret what we're doing. Do you?" Tyler wondered, as he looked at me concerned.

"Sometimes yes and sometimes no," I answered honestly. "I enjoy it when we're doing it, but as an adult I know I shouldn't be doing those things with you."

"There's nothing wrong with it and I'm not a little kid," Tyler pressed, trying to convince me. "I love everything we've done together and I don't regret any of it. I know Dylan feels the same way and he hopes you'll do even more with him too, so quit making such a big deal out of this. We both love you and not just because you're our Uncle Blake."

Without missing a beat, Tyler wrapped his arms around my neck and began kissing me. It started out as a father/son type of kiss, but then quickly progressed into something more. After a few seconds, I could feel Tyler's tongue trying to part my lips, so I started to pull away. I wasn't able to do that though, because he held on to my neck tightly with his arms. When I attempted to open my mouth to speak to him about this, his tongue shot inside and he began kissing me in earnest. He was quite aggressive in the way he was doing it too.

I was going to try to stop him, but I soon discovered that I was enjoying it too much to quit. Instead, I began responding and soon we were enthusiastically making out. Just as soon as he realized I was no longer fighting him, Tyler grabbed my hand and placed on his stiff mast, which was trying to poke a hole in his underwear. Having lost all of my willpower, I began to rub my hand over his package. Finally, I brought my other hand there too and began to tug at his boxer briefs. As soon as they were down to his knees, I pushed him back on the bed, so I could service him.

"See, I knew you liked doing this with me," he stated, as I was getting into position between his legs after removing his boxer briefs completely.

"Maybe I do, but it still doesn't make it right," I shot back and Tyler merely rolled his eyes. Then, he began to giggle as I lifted his legs and began to push them back.

"You won't hear me complain," he teased, just before my tongue came into contact with his virgin hole.

I rimmed Tyler for the next several minutes and worked him over good. He was purring and cooing as I did it, which let me know he was thoroughly enjoying it. He was also more relaxed than I had ever seen him and this let me know that he trusted me completely. He was also giving me some not so subtle signals that he was in a hurry to get off, so I worked my way up his perineum until I reached his scrotum.

Once my head was there, I began to lathe that area with my tongue, before sucking his grape-size testicles into my mouth. I used my oral muscle to tease and play with them for a short time, before I let them fall from my lips. I nipped and tugged on his fleshy sac after that, before I started working my way up his quivering shaft.

I thought Tyler was going to rocket off of the mattress when I finally lowered my head over his penis and then he began to whimper like a puppy when I closed my lips around it and began to nod my head up and down. As usual, he started to buck his hips to mirror my movements and I could tell he was in a hurry to reap his reward. After frantically carrying on in this fashion for a few minutes, Tyler did a back arch on the bed and drove his penis into my throat. About the same time, his shaft released the first of several volleys of his hot boy juice. As the nectar slid down my throat, I continued to work on him until I was certain that I had siphoned off every last drop. Then, I released his penis from my lips and watched as his body collapsed back onto the bed.

"That was totally wicked tonight," he gushed, as soon as he'd returned to his senses. "I want to do that to you now."

"It's not necessary," I quickly responded, since I was already beginning to feel guilty about what I'd just done.

"Yes, it is and I want to do it to you too," Tyler reiterated, very forcefully. "I love you and want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."

I was going to argue with him, but the look he was giving me told me he was very serious about doing this. Even though he'd enjoyed what I'd just done, I could tell that returning the favor was just as important to him. Since he'd performed oral sex on me before, I decided to give in and let him do it. As soon as I told him, he was thrilled and jumped up so he could start kissing and hugging me again.

As soon as he finally released me, he started pulling on my boxer briefs, trying to get them down. Before he ripped them, I decided to help him take them off and then I laid back on the bed. I was surprised when he attempted to lift my legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly shocked.

"I want to do everything to you that you did to me," he replied, while gazing up at my face.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I wondered. "You've never done it before and I don't care if you skip this part."

"I know, but since you showered with Ethan and Marcus earlier I know you're clean down there, so I want to try it," he replied, grinning at me the entire time.

"Maybe you should try it with Dylan first," I offered in return. "He won't be as hairy, so maybe that would be better for you."

"No! I want to do it with you," Tyler shouted, forcefully.

"Quiet down or you'll wake up your brothers," I warned, since he was louder than I deemed prudent.

"Sorry, but I mean it," he apologized. "I want to do this with you first. Besides, how would I explain to Dylan how I found out about doing it?"

He had a point there, although I was sure he'd be able to figure something out. "Are you positive you want to try this?" I pressed one more time, just to be sure.

"Absolutely," he replied. His face also told me he was serious.

"Ok, if you insist," I agreed.

Since that had been taken care of, I lifted my legs for him and allowed Tyler to do what he wanted. He explored the area very tentatively at first, but then he basically dove in, although he only did it if for a couple of minutes. Then he worked his way up to my scrotum and eventually to my penis, so I lowered my legs on either side of him. Tyler then ran his tongue all around my shaft, before taking it into his mouth. He continued using his tongue as he lowered his head and then he began bobbing up and down on the top half of my erection.

Tyler was doing everything he could to get me to ejaculate. Besides what he was doing with his mouth, he was also using his hand to massage my scrotum, which he did for a couple of minutes before sliding a finger into my hole. He never located my prostate, even though I tried to tell him how to find it, but I still exploded into his mouth. After he swallowed my semen and made sure he'd drained me completely, he sidled up against me and we went to sleep. I don't think we'd ever enjoyed an evening together more than this.

Friday was turning out to be fairly normal, even after I arrived home. The boys were out in the backyard playing when I got there, so after a couple brief interruptions, I began to fix dinner. I hadn't been at it very long when I heard a horrific crashing sound in the dining room, followed by several thumping noises. I ran in there to see what happened and discovered the glass on one of the French patio doors was shattered. As I looked through the gaping hole, I saw three boys looking toward the house, eyes bulging, mouths hanging open and appearing guilty as hell. One of them was also holding a bat, while the other two had baseball gloves on their left hands.

I quickly made my way toward the unbroken door, while trying to avoid stepping on any of the glass. As I opened it and stepped outside, I immediately addressed the three boys with frightened expressions on their faces.

"What just happened?" I demanded, as I looked at each one.

"It was an accident!" Marcus blurted out. He and Tyler had the gloves on, while Ethan was holding the bat.

"Obviously a very big accident," I reiterated in more accurate terms. "So how did it happen?"

"Tyler was trying to help Ethan hit the ball better," Marcus stated in a meek voice.

"And why were you batting toward the house and not away from it?" I followed, studying their reactions.

"I didn't think Ethan would hit the ball that far or that hard," Tyler explained.

"I guess you must be a better hitting coach than you thought," I countered, tongue-in-cheek. "But why were you using a baseball instead of the Wiffle ball? Even hitting it toward the house, a Wiffle ball would have bounced off the window."

"I thought it would be better for Ethan to hit the same type of ball as he'd hit in a game," Tyler confessed.

"Well this was more than an accident," I pointed out. "You were careless and didn't think, so now I'll have to figure out what I'm going to do about it." They were all staring at me and holding their breath, waiting to see what I was going to say next. "As punishment, I guess we'll just cancel having anyone stay over this weekend."

"No, don't do that!" Ethan pleaded. "Andrew is gonna stay with me!"

"Yeah, don't punish them for them for what we did," Tyler added, since it would mean Dylan and Justin wouldn't be staying over either.

"Then what do you think I should do?" I countered, while staring at each of them.

"Can we pay for it?" Marcus asked innocently.

"This isn't going to be cheap," I pointed out. "If you hadn't noticed, those aren't normal doors. The glass in the two doors would form an arch if placed together, so I'm probably going to have to hire a professional to replace the glass."

"Could we do extra chores then?" Tyler followed, as an alternate solution.

"Possibly, but I'm not sure what," I replied. "Let me think about this for a while, but for now we need to hurry in order to get you boys to practice. I'll go check on dinner and then I'll sweep up the broken glass. Once I tell you it's ok to come inside, I want Tyler to go to the garage and grab a couple of the large, empty boxes we have stored there and start taking them apart. I'm going to have to tape those over the window until it's fixed. Then all of you get changed and grab the things you'll need for tonight, for when your rides show up. Ethan, I'll be taking you."

They all did what I asked and I taped the cardboard boxes Tyler had taken apart over both sides of the door as a temporary fix. I'd have to call around tomorrow to see if anyone was available to fix it, but in the meantime this would suffice, so we sat down to eat.

Shortly after we'd finished, Don and Cherie showed up to take Marcus and Tyler for me. As soon as they left, Ethan and I got in the car and headed to his practice. After I'd parked, Ethan went over to be with his team, although I think he was just happy to get away from me, while I walked over and sat in the bleachers.

Sally and Andrew showed up a few minutes later, but Andrew ran directly toward me first, rather than going over to be with his teammates. He was nearly out of breath when he stopped in front of me.

"Mommy says I'm going to stay at your house for two nights again," he blurted out, his face beaming. "Thank you for letting me do this. I really like staying with you."

"You're very welcome and you'll ride back with us later," I told him, "but right now you need to go be with your team. I think they're probably wondering where you are."

After I told him this, he raced off to join the others, as his mother was taking her seat next to me.

"I guess you've seen how excited he is," she teased, with a huge grin on her face. "I'm glad I didn't tell him until just before we left to come here or I would have had to scrape him off the ceiling."

"Oh, I doubt it was that bad," I replied. "Sure, he's excited, but he's not out of control."

"You didn't see him when he first found out," she joked. "I thought he was going to run all the way here and not wait for me to drive him."

I could only smile in response. "I'm glad he enjoys being with Ethan that much," I finally stated.

"Oh, it isn't just Ethan that he's excited about seeing," she countered. "He's looking forward to being with all of you. He has never been around a group of guys before, so this is new and exciting for him. He's finally learning how other boys and men act."

I didn't know how to respond to this, since I wasn't sure if he'd told her some of the other things that had happened during his last visit. She didn't seem upset though, so even if he had mentioned those things it apparently didn't bother her, but I wasn't exactly sure what her last comment was supposed to mean.

"Well they are certainly prime examples of what it's like being a boy," I quipped in response. She merely smiled and didn't respond, so I felt we were safe.

We talked about several other things after that, but I didn't tell her about what happened before we came, because I didn't want her to keep Andrew from going home with us. Instead, we discussed what her sister had done for us when we stopped at the diner the previous week.

"I know, she told me all about it," Sally admitted. "She really likes you and your boys too. She also thinks what you're doing for Andrew is absolutely terrific."

"We all like her too and I'm glad this is working out," I replied.

"You can't imagine how well," Sally countered. "I told you on Tuesday that Andrew was helping out, but he's been doing more and more every day. Yesterday, he even came to ask me what he could do to help me."

"That's great and I'm glad he was that impressed about how the boys help me," I mused.

"I wasn't sure I'd ever see this day, but I'm convinced it's all because of you," she confessed.

"No, it's because of the boys and their friends," I shot back. "He saw how they all helped me and he is just emulating their example."

"I'm just grateful for whatever caused this transformation," she stated, "but I'm sure you had a lot to do with it, whether you'll admit it or not."

"I appreciate the compliment, but I think you're giving me more credit than I deserve," I countered.

"I think you're wrong, but I won't argue the point further," she added in resignation.

We sat and watched the practice from that point on; although we occasionally chatted about one thing or another while we were doing that. When the practice ended, she had Andrew follow her to the car so he could grab his duffle bag. Then, she kissed him goodbye and gave him a hug, before he came racing over to where we were parked.

During that time, I happened to notice a sad look on Ethan's face and wondered what was the matter. "Is something troubling you, kiddo?" I asked, which caused him to turn away from me.

"Nutin's da matter," he responded.

It was fairly obvious this wasn't true, so I continued to watch him. That's when I noticed him brushing a few tears from his cheek and I was about to pursue this further, but stopped when Andrew ran up and hopped in the back with his buddy.

"I got all my stuff," Andrew announced while looking at me, and then he and Ethan buckled up. Since I didn't want to embarrass Ethan in front of Andrew, I decided to let it slide for now. I would follow through on this later, once we were alone.

As soon as we reached the house, Andrew carried his things upstairs and put them in Ethan's room, but I grabbed Ethan before he could follow.

"I know something was bothering you after practice, when you were watching Andrew and his mother," I began in a low and sympathetic tone. "It was because you missed doing things like that with your mother too, wasn't it?" Ethan nodded his head ever so slightly in conformation.

"It's ok and there's nothing wrong with missing her," I told him. "Just come to me and I'll try to help, but don't make Andrew feel guilty or think he's doing anything wrong. I'm sure it never even dawned on him that doing that might bother you."

"I know. It's ok," he answered, and then I gave him a hug and sent him on his way.

The other boys arrived shortly thereafter and they took their things upstairs too. A few minutes later, I called them all downstairs again.

"What's up, Uncle Blake?" they all chirped, somewhat in unison. I think my three expected me to say something about the dining room door, but I surprised them.

"Right after I got home earlier tonight a delivery man showed up with a package," I began. "Even though it was addressed to me, the things inside belong to you."

I then pulled the box out from where I had it stashed and opened it up. As soon as I could reach inside, I passed out the various bat packs to the boys I'd ordered them for. When I also handed one to Andrew, he looked at me in awe.

"This is really nice!" he exclaimed, as he and Ethan began to check out their identical bat packs together.

Once the boys had those, I took a marker and wrote their names on the inside. I then told them to take the bat packs upstairs, so they could pack their gear into them for tomorrow. Before they did that, however, I noticed our visitors peeking into the dining room so they could check out the damage. I hadn't mentioned anything about it, but it was obvious the other three had.

When they finally took off, I followed the boys as they raced up the steps, so I could give them their baths when they'd finished doing as I'd instructed. I put Ethan and Andrew in the tub first, and just as I was finishing up with them, a naked Marcus and Justin strolled into the bathroom, much to Andrew's delight.

Once I got Ethan and Andrew dried off, I told them to head over to Ethan's bedroom and put on their pajamas.

"Can we just stay here until they're done?" Andrew asked, while staring at the other two. "I like seeing their wieners."

"If it's ok with Marcus and Justin," I answered.

"Yeah, it's fine," Justin quickly answered, as he smiled at Andrew.

I could only grin at his response, because just over a month ago this same boy would have freaked out if anyone had seen him naked. What a complete turnaround in such a short time.

After I'd finished bathing Marcus and Justin, I accompanied the younger pair over to Ethan's room, so I could get them ready for bed. "Ok, let's get those pajamas on quickly," I urged.

"Can we just sleep like this?" Andrew wondered, as he looked up at me hopefully.

"Do you both want to sleep naked?" I asked to be sure, and both boys nodded in response. "Ok, but get to sleep. You'll need to get plenty of rest so you'll be ready for your game tomorrow."

"Ok," they both chirped back, as I tucked them in and kissed each one on the forehead.

I then went over to Marcus' room to tuck them in as well. They were both just in their underwear when I entered.

"Aren't you going to put your pajamas on?" I challenged.

"Nah, we want to sleep like this," Marcus answered.

"You want to do this too?" I asked Justin next and he nodded in confirmation.

Seeing they were both agreeable, I told them it would be fine and they quickly hopped into bed. I tucked them in and kissed them goodnight too, although I began to wonder why the four boys had decided not to wear their pajamas this evening. I didn't think about it for very long, however, and merely went to my bedroom. When I got there, I found Dylan and Tyler waiting for me with only towels wrapped around their waists.

"Will you shower with us again tonight?" Dylan hurriedly asked.

"Is that really necessary?" I shot back, since I knew there was much more to this than what he'd just stated.

"Yes, I really want you to wash me again," Dylan responded. "I totally enjoyed it the last time and want you to do the same thing."

"Can't you and Tyler just wash each other?" I challenged.

"No! It's not the same," Dylan stated, quite emphatically. "It's totally different when a grown up does it."

I merely stared at him and knew he was hoping for more than just having me wash him. I was going to turn him down, but in hindsight I realized that I'd enjoyed doing it to both of them the last time too. I was still hedging when Tyler spoke up.

"Come on. It's not a big deal," he stated. "We did it before and nothing bad happened afterward, so let's just do it again tonight. Ok?"

I knew what they wanted and I kind of wanted it too, although I knew I shouldn't be doing these things with them. Even though I wasn't attracted to Dylan like I was with Tyler, I was still very fond of him and eager to help him cope with any problems from his past. Besides, the two of them had helped me out a great deal over the past weekend and I probably couldn't have done it without them. For that reason, I relented.

"Ok, as long as you both behave, then I'll wash you as a reward for everything you did to help me organize and run Marcus' birthday party," I agreed.

They immediately ripped off their towels and raced into the bathroom. After throwing the towels on the counter, Tyler adjusted the water while I was getting undressed. By the time I got in the bathroom, both boys were already in the shower waiting for me.

"Ok, who do I wash first?" I asked, figuring I already knew the answer to this question.

"Me!" Dylan quickly yelled.

I washed him from his head down to his feet, but I intentionally bypassed his genitals again. When I told him I was done, he looked at me and smiled.

"No, you forgot something again," he responded, while thrusting his hips in my direction.

"That's because I know what happens when I touch you there," I quipped back.

"Oh come on! It's not like you've never done anything with me before. Just wash that part of me too," he whined.

"Just do it, Uncle Blake. Don't wuss out now," Tyler followed.

I turned and glared at him; since I was sure he was well aware of why I was hesitant to do this.

"Please, Uncle Blake?" Dylan begged again, while fluttering his eyelashes at me.

"I suppose," I finally relented, as I began lathering up his penis and scrotum too.

Just as I'd suspected, Dylan immediately began to firm up, until he had a full-fledged erection. I just stared at him when it happened.

"I can't help it. It just does that," he stated, trying to explain it away. "I wouldn't mind if you helped me with it though."

"What?" I yelped in response. "I told you before I wasn't going to do that again."

"Please, just help me out," Dylan stated. "Remember, this is our reward and it probably won't go down unless you take care of it."

"The reward was that I'd wash you, so you or Tyler can take care of it instead," I countered, unwilling to give in a second time.

"Go ahead, Uncle Blake. Just do it for him," Tyler urged and I wheeled around and glared at him again. He definitely knew why I didn't want to keep doing this with Dylan.

"You had us do it twice with our brothers, so why can't you do it twice with us too?" Dylan followed.

"I think we've discussed this before," I replied.

"Come on. Please?" Dylan whined while giving me his best pathetic expression.

"And if I do this for you again, what will you want me to do next? Give you a blowjob?" I challenge.

"You can if you want to, but I won't ask you to do that," Dylan answered.

"Is that a promise?" I persisted, since I wanted to get a firm commitment from him.

"Yes, it is," he agreed.

"Ok, but this is the very last time I do it," I relented, although I knew this probably wouldn't be the end of it. The damnedest thing was, I kind of wanted to do it for him too, but I didn't want him to know that.

As soon as I agreed, Dylan began thrusting his hips at me until I grasped his penis. Then, he just groaned and closed his eyes, as I began to stroke him. As I was doing this, I looked up at Tyler and he had a huge grin on his face, so I was fairly certain he'd been involved in setting this up with Dylan. I couldn't be mad at him though, because I was enjoying it too, almost as much as Dylan was.

Without warning, Tyler sat on the shower floor in front of Dylan and tilted his head back so he could use his tongue on Dylan's scrotum. A short time after Tyler started doing that, I felt Dylan's penis begin to swell and could see the other muscles in his body start to tense, as his body began to stiffen. Then, he arched his back and several volleys of his semen shot into the air, landing on Tyler's body or the floor. I had my other arm around his waist again, just in case he got weak kneed like the last time.

Once Dylan had come down from his orgasmic high, Tyler let me know it was time to wash him next. The thing was, he already had an erection from watching Dylan and me. I didn't hesitate though and washed him completely, and just as soon as I'd finished, he swayed his hips to let me know what he wanted. His penis swung tauntingly back and forth in front of me, so I didn't argue the point and started to masturbate him too. Dylan did the same thing that Tyler had done to him, sitting on the floor and running his tongue all around Tyler's scrotum, so it didn't take long before Tyler was spewing his load, with similar results.

Once he recovered, the boys announced it was their turn to wash me. I looked at each one closely, before I responded.

"You can wash me again, but nothing else," I stated sternly.

"Can't we jerk you off too?" Dylan shot back.

"Absolutely not!" I answered. "I wouldn't let the little ones do it either, so it's that or I wash myself." I had gone as far as I dared with Dylan and had to draw a line somewhere.

After hearing my offer, he relented and they just washed my body. Dylan was the one that cleaned my genitals again, but he didn't try anything more than that, for which I was grateful. As soon as they were done, I asked them to clean their cum off of each other and rinse it off the floor again, while I went to check on the other boys. They agreed, so I stepped out of the shower stall, grabbed my towel and dried off, before I wrapped it around my waist and went to check on the younger group.

Ethan and Andrew were both sound asleep, but from the look of things, they had probably done some bodily exploration before that happened. They were both laying naked and uncovered, so I covered them up. They looked so cute with their lithe little bodies partially draped over one another and resting peacefully, and I didn't have a problem with their sexual exploration either. I was sure they had both been willingly participants, so no harm, no foul.

When I got to Marcus' room, however, I stopped before opening the door, because I heard them talking inside. I wanted to listen first, so I could hear what was being said.

"Just put it in your mouth," I heard someone say and I thought it sounded like Marcus. "Just pretend it's a Popsicle and do what you would if you had that in your mouth instead. Just don't bite it."

At this point I had a pretty good idea about what was going on, so I opened the door as quietly as possible and attempted to catch them in the act. They were in a sixty-nine position, with Marcus hovering over Justin, and both boys had the other boy's penis in his mouth.

"Do you mind telling me what you think you're doing?" I asked in a normal voice, but it still caused each boy to pull off the penis in his mouth, as he turned his head and stared at me in return. Slowly, I saw both of their faces began to redden.

"Don't be mad," Marcus began, as he started to get out of bed. "We just wanted to try it and see what it was like."

"And where did you learn about doing this?" I followed and I could tell Marcus wasn't sure if he should answer this time. "Well?"

"If I tell you, don't be mad at them either," Marcus quickly replied, so I nodded my head to agree. "I went to ask Tyler a question one time when Dylan was staying over and when I opened his door, I saw them doing this. They didn't see me though, but I watched them for a while and then just closed the door and went back to my room. When I told Justin about it tonight, we decided to try it too, so we could see what it was like. You aren't mad at us, are you?"

"No, I'm not mad, but I wish you had talked to me about this first," I confessed. "It's just something I didn't expect to find you doing for a few more years."

"Is this what they call a blowjob?" Justin asked next.

"Yes, but the proper term for it is oral sex, meaning you do it with your mouth," I answered, while trying to enlighten them as well.

"But why do they call it a blowjob, if you don't blow on it," Justin followed. "We tried that first and Marcus told me to suck on it instead. He said he'd heard other boys at school saying things like 'suck my dick'."

"I don't know how it got the name blowjob either, unless someone saw someone else doing it and thought they were blowing on it, kind of like a clarinet or trumpet," I reasoned.

"Do you mind if we do this then?" Justin pressed and I could tell they would probably do it later, whether I agreed or not.

"No, I don't mind. It's just another type of sexual exploration boys do, but I just wasn't expecting you to be doing this for a couple more years," I answered. "I only stopped you earlier, because I wanted to see how you learned about it. Since it was by accident, I'm not upset. Just don't do it with anyone else until you're at least as old as Dylan and Tyler are now."

Both boys were glad to hear I wasn't mad and agreed to only do this with each other. Having been given their assurance, I kissed them goodnight again and left the room. When I got back to my bedroom, Dylan and Tyler were sitting on the end of the bed waiting for me.

"What took you so long?" Tyler demanded as I walked through the door.

"I just caught Marcus and Justin doing a sixty-nine and sucking each other off," I replied.

"No way!" Dylan shouted back. "How would they even know about doing that?"

"By observing you two again," I responded, which drew a shocked reaction from each of them. "Marcus said he went over to talk to Tyler one night when you were staying over and he accidentally saw you two doing it when he opened the door. He said he just watched for a while and then left, so you probably didn't even know he'd seen you. I thought I had asked you to keep your door locked when you were doing that stuff."

"We do, but we just forgot one time," Tyler answered.

"You mean besides the time I caught you doing it?" I quipped back.

"You didn't tell us about locking the door until after that, so that time doesn't count," Tyler reasoned. "The other time we forgot to lock it, we thought we heard someone shut the door later, but then we figured it was just you and you didn't want to interrupt us."

"Well it wasn't me and that's how Marcus found out about it, so they're probably over there trying it again," I shot back.

"You didn't tell them to stop?" Dylan challenged, forcefully.

"Did I tell you two to stop when I caught you doing it?" I answered rhetorically. "I didn't want to scar them and make either one feel ashamed about what they were up to. I merely discussed it with them, so they'd understand everything better. Just don't be surprised if they eventually ask to do it to you too."

"Really? You think they'll actually do that?" Tyler responded, looking shocked.

"I'd almost be willing to bet it will happen, just like it did when they wanted to masturbate you," I answered. "It's what you get for getting caught."

"It would be kind of weird doing that with them though," Dylan mumbled.

"Hopefully it won't happen right away," I offered, "but just don't let Ethan or Andrew catch you now. I made Marcus and Justin promise they'd only do it with each other."

"Ok, we won't," Tyler agreed.

"So what are you still doing in here anyway?" I asked next. "You should be in bed by now."

"We waited to ask if we could sleep with you," Dylan answered. "Can we?"

"Since you shouldn't still be horny, I guess we can do that," I agreed.

They both quickly ripped off their towels and waited for me to get in bed. I dropped my towel and reached for my underwear first.

"Sleep naked with us this time," Dylan pleaded, so I turned and stared at him again. After thinking about it for a few moments, I finally answered.

"I guess after what we've already done, this will be alright too," I relented.

Both boys started hopping around in delight as I climbed into bed. They hurriedly slid in beside me and quickly snuggled against my body. I was mildly shocked to discover they were both firming up again and when they were completely hard, I merely chuckled to myself about teenagers and how easily they got erections, as we all drifted off to sleep.

Sometime during the night I awoke and felt a hand over my crotch. I wasn't sure whose hand it was for a few seconds, until I determined it belonged to Dylan. At first I thought his hand might have accidentally landed there while he was sleeping, but then I felt his fingers wrap around my limp shaft. After that, he slowly began to move his hand up and down, as he began to jerk me off. I tried to look down at Dylan's face without moving very much and was able to see his eyes were wide open.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded and Dylan quickly froze and closed his eyes. "I know you're awake, so don't try to pretend to be asleep now." After a brief hesitation, he finally answered.

"I just wanted to see if it felt any different doing it to you than it did with Tyler," he reasoned. "I didn't think you'd mind, since this time you didn't tell us not to try anything funny when we were sleeping with you."

I quickly thought back about what I'd told them earlier, before I agreed to let them sleep with me, and realized I hadn't said that this time. This might be partially my fault after all, since I hadn't warned them no funny business this time. I'm not sure why I didn't do that, except I was possibly still thinking about what I'd just seen Marcus and Justin doing. There's a slight chance that Dylan might have just misread the signals I was sending.

"Ok, that was my fault, but don't do it again," I told him.

"Can I finish doing it this one time?" Dylan begged. "You had us let our brothers do it to us."

I was about to say 'no', when I realized I'd probably sleep better if I just let him continue. I was still very conflicted about my decision, but I finally gave in.

"Ok, but just this once and only with your hand," I relented.

As soon as he heard my answer, Dylan hurriedly threw the covers back, scrambled onto his knees, grasped my penis with his right hand and happily began to jerk me off. I was just nearing my release when I heard Tyler's voice from the other side. I'm not sure when he woke up or how long he'd been awake, but he obviously could see what was going on.

"It's about time you finally gave in to Dylan about doing this," he stated, as he removed his arm from my chest. Shortly after he did that, my penis erupted and sent semen splattering on my torso.

Before my body had calmed down from this substantial release, I felt Dylan's finger on my chest. That's when I realized he was scooping up some of my semen and sticking it in his mouth.

"It's more bitter than ours, but it's still not bad," he announced, much to my surprise. That's when I felt Tyler doing the same thing. Since I knew Tyler had tasted my semen before, I felt he was just doing this so Dylan wouldn't know he'd been sexually involved with me prior to this.

After they did that, I asked Dylan to grab the towel off the floor that I'd used earlier, so I could clean up the ejaculate. Once I had wiped the mess off my chest, I tossed the towel back on the floor. Then, Tyler and Dylan immediately began to cuddle with me again.

"Thanks. That was fun," Dylan whispered in my ear.

"You're welcome, but now that you've done it, we'll never do it again," I responded. He didn't seem to care and put his head on my shoulder. Before long, I was able to tell he had fallen asleep.

When I woke up Saturday morning, Dylan and Tyler were still wrapped around me and we remained as we were when we went to bed - naked. That's when I began to feel slightly guilty about what I'd done with these two the night before. I'm not sure why I continued to give in to them a little at a time, but they seemed to be able to get me to keep lowering my defenses when it came to doing these things with them. Although I felt slightly remorseful about what I'd allowed to happen the previous night, I also had to admit that I'd enjoyed it too.

Once I pushed my guilt aside, I went downstairs so I could look up a phone number and make a quick call. I had done some research prior to this and found out what company made the door in question, so I was calling to ask what I should do. Since it was Saturday, I reached the answering service and they gave me the name and number of a local contractor that handled their warranty claims, knowing he'd be able to help me. I'd have to work things out with him, because it wouldn't covered and I'd have to pay for whatever repairs he made, but he would also know whether or not the glass could be replaced or if I'd need to purchase a new door.

I then called the man and arranged for him to come to the house after I arrived home on Monday. After I hung up, I went to wake the boys, because we had two early games today. Marcus and Justin's team played at 10:00, while Ethan and Andrew's team played at 11:00. I wasn't sure why the odd time this week, since every other game so far had started on an even numbered hour, but that's the way it was. Hopefully, Don and Cherie would be at the first game, so I could take Andrew and Ethan to where they'd be playing. Before I did that, however, I would ask Don and Cherie if they'd mind bringing the boys to the other field for me, once Justin and Marcus' game ended.

After feeding the boys, I had them check to make sure they'd put all of their gear into their bat packs before we left. Then, we loaded everything into the Outback and set off for the field where Marcus and Justin's game was going to be held. When we got there, those two boys rushed off to join their team and the rest of us went to find a seat in the bleachers. Don and Cherie arrived about 10 minutes later and came over to sit with us.

"I'm glad to see you, because I have a favor to ask," I began, after greeting them. "I have to leave early today to take Andrew and Ethan to their game, which starts at 11:00, so would you mind dropping these four off at the other field when this game ends? It would save me from having to run back here to pick them up."

"Of course we'll do that for you," Cherie agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"Since Ethan's game will probably be more than half over by the time you get there, what would you think about sticking around until it ends and then going to lunch with the boys and me?" I followed. "I was planning to take them over to the diner as soon as their game is over."

"That sounds like a good idea," Don agreed. "It will be a nice change to have lunch together with all of you."

"Yes, and I'll ask Sally to join us too, since she'll be at Ethan and Andrew's game as well," I added. "The boys can sit in one booth and the four of us can sit in another."

"Kinda like a double-date," Cherie quickly added, while grinning at me.

Don cracked a smile as well and I knew what they were thinking, but if only they knew how far off base they were. No matter what they were hoping might happen, it was never going to turn out the way they suspected.

"I see you gave the boys the bat packs already," she observed.

"Yes, they came yesterday and the boys wanted to start using them right away," I confirmed.

"I'm sure they'll get plenty of use out of them before the season ends," she commented, and then we turned to watch what was going on.

I stayed at Justin and Marcus' game until about 10:30 and then I had to leave to take Ethan and Andrew over to the field where their game was going to be played. I quickly noticed that Sally was already in the stands when we arrived, so I had the boys go over and say hi to her before Andrew and Ethan went off with Coach Lucas to warm up.

"I goofed!" she quickly admitted while I was taking my seat. "I thought the game started at 10:00, but when I realized it wasn't the case, I just stuck around and enjoyed the lovely day, rather than leaving and coming back later.

"Yes, the starting time for this game is a bit unusual; especially if you consider that every other game has started on an even numbered hour. I can see how you got confused," I replied. "I'm not sure why the time for this game was so different."

Coach Lucas must have overheard our conversation, because he came over to explain.

"The game was supposed to be at noon, but the other coach had a conflict, so the league agreed to move the game up an hour to accommodate him. We were supposed to play on a different field too, but the game was moved here to avoid any conflicts with the games scheduled both before and after our game at the original location," he explained. "The opposing coach is involved in some sort of big ceremony later this afternoon and he needed the extra time so he could go home, get cleaned up and be able to change first, without being late."

"In that case, it makes perfect sense now," I agreed, as the coach went back to hit fielding practice to the team.

"What is that thing Andrew had on his back when you first arrived?" Sally wanted to know, once we were alone again. "Is it something your boys are letting him use, since I saw Ethan has one too?"

"No, I actually bought that for Andrew as an early birthday gift," I informed her. "I did the same thing for the other boys too. After Marcus got one for his birthday, they all liked it and thought it was neat, so they wanted one as well. I decided to buy one for each of them as an early birthday present, so they'd have it to use now. This way the boys can use them for their summer league, seeing most of their birthdays fall after the season is over. The devise is called a bat pack and is specifically designed for baseball players. It has enough room for their cleats, baseball glove and a change of clothes, but it also has special areas to carry a bat or two."

"Is that why you asked when Andrew's birthday was?" Sally quickly shot back, while giving me a dirty look.

"Only partially," I replied. "I really wanted to know who was older, but it also helped me to decide if I was going to give it to him as an early birthday gift or an early Christmas present. Either way, I would have gotten one for him too." Sally punched me playfully in the arm after I'd said this.

"You're absolutely incorrigible," she stated. "I hope you know you're spoiling these boys."

"But they're all good kids and they've earned it," I stated, while grinning at her concern. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't think they deserved special treatment and Andrew is helping you more, isn't he?" She merely nodded her head and smiled in response.

After that discussion, I glanced over at the team while they were warming up and noticed it appeared as if Ethan and Andrew were going to be starting again, at the same positions as before. I was fairly certain the coach was doing this because they were good at their positions, but they were also two of the older boys, which might have had some impact upon his decision as well. Either way, they were happy about it.

Since Sally had gotten over the fact that I'd bought Andrew a gift, I told her about the idea I'd discussed with Cherie and Don earlier.

"We're all going to your sister's diner for lunch, so how about joining us?" I asked directly. "This game should end about 1:00 and Dylan and Tyler's game isn't until 4:00, so we'll have plenty of time."

"It sounds like a wonderful idea and I'll get to see my sister too," she quickly agreed. "I think it will be fun to finally get a chance to see Andrew interacting with the other boys as well."

"Yes, you'll get to see that," I confirmed. "You'll also get to see how the older boys look after and dote on the younger ones."

About that time, the game started, so we ended our discussion. It was just as wild as their game the week before, although Ethan and Andrew's team showed some improvement. They didn't make nearly as many mistakes as the previous week, but the other team didn't do quite as well. There were even a few moments when those of us in the stands, on both sides, had to fight to keep from bursting out in laughter, but we somehow managed to stifle our amusement. We did it because we didn't want to embarrass or discourage the kids, so we bit our lips to keep from giving them the wrong impression.

The rest of our group showed up in the fifth inning. Marcus and Justin excitedly told me about their game and informed me that they'd won again. According to Dylan and Tyler, both boys had played extremely well and had their share of hits too. Once we got that out of the way, we all settled in to watch the rest of this game.

Ethan and Andrew's team won as well, so they were all smiles when they came over to join us. After they gave us their own recap of events, we told them what we were going to do next.

"Mommy, are you going with us?" Andrew wanted to know.

"Yes, I am, honey," she replied. "I thought it would be nice if we all had lunch together."

"But I'm still going to stay with Ethan after, right?" he asked, while looking concerned that she might say 'no'.

"Of course you are," she answered and Andrew immediately smiled. "We're just going to have lunch together is all."

"Ok. I like that," Andrew agreed.

Since he knew this was only to give us a chance to eat together, Andrew was fine with the idea. He rode to the diner with his mother, while Justin and Dylan went with their mom and dad and my three rode with me. I think each of the boys felt they should spend a little time with their parents, since they were willing to join us for lunch and then still allow the boys to spend the night at our place. It worked out well and everyone seemed happy.

I saw Ann was working when we walked in and immediately had the feeling it was the reason we hadn't seen her at the game. She probably couldn't afford to take off for all of her nephew's games, so she only came to those when she wasn't working. Upon seeing us, she hurried over to greet the crew.

"Hi Auntie Ann," all the boys greeted her, which caused Don and Cherie to look at them, and then over at me, oddly.

"Two booths please," I announced with a wink, ignoring them. "One for the boys and another for the adults."

"Please follow me," she told the boys, while making a big show of leading them to their table.

While we were getting comfortable, she gave us the menus and poured our water. I noticed Dylan and Tyler had Andrew sitting between them, while Marcus and Justin were doing the same with Ethan. Sally was sitting next to me and we were able to observe the boys at the same time.

"So y'all are the parents of the two friends that come in here with Blake's crew?" Ann asked the Cochrans.

"Guilty as charged," Don joked. "I hope you won't call the police and have them lock us up for that."

"Heavens no!" Ann replied. "Your sons are absolutely fantastic. I wish all of the kids that came in here were as polite and well behaved."

"You are talking about our two, aren't you?" Don teased in return.

"Most definitely," she agreed. "Y'all should be very proud of both of them."

While the rest of us were looking at the menus and deciding what we wanted, Ann and Sally started chatting about something else. Seeing this, Don and Cherie looked over at me again.

"I take it they know each other?" Cherie finally asked.

"They're sisters," I responded. "I thought I'd mentioned that."

"If you did, I guess I just didn't connect the two things," she admitted, but it didn't seem to be a big deal for her. "I guess it also explains why the boys called her sister Auntie Ann."

"Yes, she told the boys they could do that," I replied, before turning toward our waitress.

"Ann, you can take the boys' order first and put it all on one check," I instructed her.

"Well that makes it easy," she quipped, while giving me a wink.

When the food came, Sally kept one eye on the other table and I think she was amazed when she saw how the older boys helped the two youngest ones. She kept looking over at me with a grin on her face whenever she saw it happen, but she never said a word. I think Cherie and Don were reading something else into her actions, but Sally and I knew what was going on.

The four of us talked about several different things during the meal and we got to know each other a little better. When Ann brought the check later, Don reached out and took it from her, before I had a chance to grab it.

"The least I can do is pay for this, seeing you keep babysitting for us and giving Cherie and me time alone," he stated, and then he looked at the bill. "You get a discount here?"

"Yes, we have as of late," I responded. "The manager likes us, and since Ann's nephew joined our little group, her boss told her to give us her employee discount."

"You seem to make a positive impression on nearly everyone you meet," Don stated, as he dug into his wallet for the cash.

"It was the kids that made the impression, not me," I corrected. "The manager was amazed at how well behaved they were and that has led him to make several very generous gestures on our behalf."

We were still talking about this when the manager came to our table to say hello. We introduced him to Don and Cherie and explained their connection. Once the manager found out who they were, he also told them how impressed he was with the boys.

"Look at them! They're sitting in a booth by themselves and they're still better behaved than most of the other kids that come in here, even when those kids are sitting with their parents," he pointed out. "And the older boys are so good with the little ones too. That's so nice to see nowadays. I'm extremely impressed with them."

I think Don and Cherie were finally beginning to realize the high regard these people had for their sons, as well as mine. I could almost see Don's chest swell with pride when he realized what others thought of his children.

When we left the diner, we said goodbye to Sally and I told Don and Cherie that we'd see them at the other game later. The boys then came with me, while the others took off in different directions.

Since we had some time to kill, I asked the boys what they wanted to do next. None of them had anything in particular to recommend, so Dylan suggested we could go to the field where they would be playing so we could watch the other teams' game. Dylan and Tyler felt they could scout those teams before they played them, so they'd know what they would be up against. The other boys had no problem with this idea, so that's what we did.

The four younger boys sat and watched the game for a while, but then they got bored, because they didn't know any of the boys playing. Since they all had baseballs in with their other gear, they asked if I'd let them get a few things out of the wagon, so they could play for a while instead. I said that would be fine and took them to the Outback so they could get their gloves, a couple of baseballs and Ethan's bat. After playing catch for a while, Justin and Marcus taught the younger pair how to play pepper. I guess their coach had been having them do this at their practices.

Don and Cherie came to sit with me when they arrived and we chatted for a while. When the other boys saw Dylan and Tyler take the field to warm up, they came over to sit with us too. They were eager to see Dylan and Tyler play, so I think there might have been a little hero worship going on as well. Seeing Dylan and Tyler had been doing so well, both on their school team and now, I had a feeling the younger boys were trying to emulate their success.

I was mildly surprised to see that Dylan was going to be the starting pitcher today. It wasn't because I thought Tyler would be starting, since he came in as a reliever in their last game, but I figured the team must have another older pitcher, other than the boy who'd started the first game. Maybe I was wrong.

This team wasn't quite as good as the last team they played and Dylan did a great job pitching against them. Even though he was doing well, Dylan still made the occasional errant throw, but each time Zach managed to come up with the ball and stopped it from getting past him. Whenever this happened, Coach Washington would look over in my direction and flash me the 'ok' sign.

The Eagles were also hitting the other team's pitchers really well and their opponents were currently on the second pitcher and it was only the third inning. When Tyler came up to bat, he nailed a fastball and it sailed over the fence for a homerun. The boys sitting with me erupted when this happened and Tyler kept glancing toward the stands grinning, as his cheering section yelled their approval as he made his way around the bases.

Dylan pitched the complete game and the team won easily. The other four boys were all over Dylan and Tyler once the game ended and hailed them as conquering heroes. They eagerly complimented Dylan on his pitching and Tyler for hitting the homerun. Both boys had other hits as well and made some fantastic plays in the field, but the pitching and homerun got all of the attention.

After saying goodbye to Don and Cherie, I herded the boys over to the Outback. Since Don had picked up the tab for lunch, I decided to take the boys out for dinner too. Sure, they were all in their baseball uniforms and not as clean as I might have liked, but it was past their normal meal time and I wasn't in the mood to cook. Therefore, I decided to patronize one of the team sponsors and took the boys to eat at O'Charley's.

While we were waiting for a table, I guided all of the boys into the men's room and had them wash their faces and hands in the sink. I helped Ethan and Andrew do this, so when we came out again they all looked a little more human than when we entered. Once we were seated, I mentioned to our server that we chose to come here tonight because the two little ones played for the O'Charley's Angels. The team name brought a smile to his face as he took our order.

Our server must have also mentioned this to the manager, because he stopped by our table to chat with us a few minutes later.

"We've sponsored a team for a few years now, but this is the first time any of the boys have showed up in uniform," he confessed.

"Well their game was this morning, but the other boys had games afterward, so they never got a chance to change," I stated. "I would have liked to have taken them home and had them clean up before doing this, but it was getting late and the boys were complaining they were starving. Since I didn't feel I should make them wait any longer, we came as we were."

"They look fine and I'm happy to have them," he replied. "I thought it was cute how they made our team the Angles. I've always hoped that maybe Farrah Fawcett, Jaclyn Smith or Kate Jackson would show up to act as cheerleaders."

I had to laugh over that, but he was definitely giving away his age. I would have expected him to come up with Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore or Lucy Liu instead, since they were the Angels in the 2000 movie. The Angels he mentioned were from the 1980s TV show.

The manager returned just as we were finishing our meal, but this time he was accompanied by our server. He then explained that he wanted us to order desserts, on the house, as his way of showing his appreciation for making his day. He said he wished more of the families that had kids on the team would stop in and let him know it. I thought this was a very nice gesture and told him so, and the boys all chimed in their agreement, as they ordered this little treat.

As soon as we got home, I decided it was time to get everyone cleaned up and ready for bed. I gave Ethan and Andrew their bath first, but they stayed in the bathroom when I did the same with Justin and Marcus. Andrew was really getting a kick out of seeing the other boys naked and none of the other boys seemed to mind.

When we finished, the four of them announced that they wanted to sleep together tonight and they wanted to do it the way they were now. This meant they wanted to sleep together naked. After I asked each of them if it was what they wanted to do, they all agreed it was. Seeing there were no objections, I told them they could do it in Marcus' room. As the rest of them hurried off to get there, I held Marcus back for a moment, so I could say something to him.

"I'm letting you do this, but I don't want to hear that you or Justin were doing to Ethan and Andrew what I saw you two doing together last night," I warned. "I'm sure Andrew will want to touch each of your penises and maybe even try to see if you'll get erections, but I don't want you to do anything more than that. Ok?"

"Yeah!" he agreed. "We weren't gonna do that other stuff anyway."

Seeing I had his confirmation, I went in and tucked them all into bed. It was kind of crowded, but they were small and I knew they didn't mind being crammed together like this. They were most likely going to get a lot more intimate before the night was over anyway.

When I went to my bedroom, I saw Dylan and Tyler waiting for me again. "No! I'm not going to wash you tonight," I stated without even waiting for them to say anything.

"We weren't going to ask you to do that," Tyler replied. "We've already taken our showers and just wanted to know if we can sleep with you again."

I looked at them skeptically. I couldn't help but suspect they had something up their sleeve and were trying to con me yet again.

"We did that last night and I got more than I bargained for," I pointed out, while I glanced at each of their faces.

"We won't do that tonight," Dylan promised. "I just wanted to see what it would be like, but I didn't mean to make you mad."

"I wasn't exactly mad, but I have told you numerous times that I didn't think it was right to do those things with you," I reiterated, much to his dismay.

"I know, but I don't see why not," Dylan challenged. "It's not like you're forcing us to do any of it. We want to do it with you too, so it's different than the guys who force kids to do things like that."

"Maybe in your mind and you might even be right about that, but it's not how the law would see it. I just don't want to take the chance that something will happen and the authorities will end up taking Tyler, Marcus and Ethan away from me. It would also mean I wouldn't see you or Justin again either."

"I keep telling you nothing like that is gonna happen, but if I promise no funny business tonight, then will you let us sleep with you?" he continued.

I studied his face for a while, to see if I could determine if he was being truthful this time. He seemed to be sincere, so I hoped it was truly the case. Even though I might have actually been subconsciously willing to accept his advances again, I was too afraid it would mess up what I had been doing with Tyler. The more I thought about him, the more I considered that I might actually be falling in love with a 13-year-old boy.

"Ok, as long as you promise no funny business tonight," I confirmed.

"Can we all sleep naked again?" Dylan pressed, as he looked over to see my reaction.

"Why do you want to do that, if you're not going to try anything this time?" I countered, since it made me suspicious.

"I don't know. It just seems better for some reason," he admitted. "Maybe it's because it feels like I'm getting away with doing something my dad wouldn't approve of, but I just want to do it this way."

"Fine, but any funny business and you'll leave immediately," I warned.

"Yeah, I know, but you don't have to worry," he agreed.

Once I went through my nightly ritual, I climbed into bed with them. To my utter delight, neither one tried anything other than to snuggle with me. I was really getting to love when they did this and actually missed it when they weren't around.

When I awoke the following morning, I decided not to get up right away. Instead, I laid motionless and merely enjoyed the closeness of two boys I had wrapped around me. I glanced from one to the other and was overcome by how handsome they both were. How in the world did I become so lucky as to have two adorable young men eager to love me this way?

Even though I had done my best to try to keep them at bay, I had to admit that I actually enjoyed everything I had ever done with either one. Maybe they were right. Maybe I was being foolish by constantly turning them down. In the past, I had never found myself attracted to anyone so much younger than myself, but now I had to admit that had definitely changed. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, I was loving every moment I spent with these boys, especially Tyler.

When they eventually woke up, I finally got out of bed and went downstairs to fix breakfast. Even though I had slipped on some clothes first, that pair came down a few minutes later completely naked. A little while after that, the other four came down the same way. Andrew could hardly contain himself, since he was so excited seeing all of the fabulous boy meat swinging back and forth.

After they'd finished eating, I sent them upstairs to get dressed. I also told our three guests to get all of their things together and bring it all down with them. I explained they weren't going home just yet, but I wanted them to store their gear in the foyer, so it would be ready for when it was time for them to leave later.

When I asked what they wanted to do until then, no one had anything in particular to suggest. Finally, the four younger ones said maybe we could go to the park so they could play on the playground equipment. I was surprised when Dylan and Tyler agreed it would be fine with them too and they'd be happy to join us.

When we got there, the older pair pushed the younger boys on the swings first and then they went on the teeter totter together, with two of the smaller boys seated on the other side from an older one. I could tell the younger boys were enjoying this attention and I was having a good time just watching them interact. After they finished doing that, they all made several trips to the top of the curly cue slide and then came barreling down it, one after the other.

Dylan and Tyler also pushed the younger boys on the manual merry-go-round, but the two older boys also hopped on once it was going. The boys all thought doing this was a blast, even though it made them all a little dizzy too. They also spent some time on the monkey bars and even played on the little fort like structure that had been added in recent years. They were all pretty much exhausted when I told them it was time to go home for lunch.

To my surprise, the boys continued to talk about their time at the park while they were eating their meal. Each one had his own observations about what they had done and some of their comments were hysterical, as well as enlightening. It was also obvious that they'd all enjoyed it in their own way.

After the boys cleaned off the table, I asked what they wanted to do next. They finally agreed on watching a movie, but only if I joined them in the family room. After we settled on what they wanted to see, Ethan and Andrew asked if they could sit on my lap, while Marcus and Justin leaned up tightly against me on either side. Then, Tyler plopped down next to Justin and Dylan sat next to Marcus. Both of the older boys then draped an arm over the younger boy's shoulder and touched me at the same time, while we all focused on the screen.

It was a lovely and relaxing way to enjoy each other's company and it really seemed as if we were part of one big, happy family. Shortly after the movie ended, I told our three visitors it was time for me to take them back to their parents. They all groaned as soon as I'd said this, but then they realized it actually was time to return home. They all thanked me and said they couldn't wait to do this again, as they grabbed their gear and followed me out to the Outback.

I dropped Justin and Dylan off first. When their mother asked if they'd had a good time, they both responded with a resounding 'yes'. Cherie and Don just grinned at the boys' antics and thanked me or letting them spend so much time with us.

When I took Andrew home, Sally invited us in for a few minutes, so the boys and I decided to join them for a while. Andrew was busy telling his mother all about his weekend and she kept looking over at my three whenever Andrew mentioned that one of them had done something special with him, such as at the park or even at home. He didn't tell her about any of the naked stuff though, so I was grateful for that.

After an adequate amount of time with them, I told her I had to get going, because I had some things I needed to finish up on the computer before morning. She thanked us for showing Andrew such a wonderful time and I told her I'd see her at the next practice. We then said goodbye and I took the boys home.

After dinner, the three of them went off to do their own thing, since they knew I had work to finish. I only stopped when it approached time for our shower, but I had something else to do first and called all of the boys together.

"I've thought long and hard about what I'm going to do about a fitting punishment for the broken window in the door," I began, and suddenly all three boys looked guilty again and tilted their heads toward their laps. "I know it was just an accident, but it was one caused by not thinking things through first, so here's what I'm going to do. I going to deduct whatever it costs to fix the door from the amount of money I was going to spend on you boys for Christmas. I know that's a long time from now, but I won't forget and you'll end up getting a lot less than I'd planned to do for you. If there are no further incidents between now and then, and you boys cooperate with everything else, then I may lessen the amount I deduct later. It will all depend and what you boys do between now and then."

They looked slightly relieved after hearing what I was going to do, since I was leaving them a chance to atone for their error, but they understood there was a price to pay for their lapse in judgment and carelessness. Now that was settled, I took Ethan and Marcus upstairs to shower. As I finished putting them to bed, Tyler came rushing over to ask a question.

"Since you've told us how you're going to punish us, can I sleep with you again?" he wanted to know and I decided to make him squirm a little first, before I answered.

"Don't you think you were more responsible for what happened and maybe should be punished more, seeing it was your idea?" I asked, while studying his face.

"I feel terrible about what happened, so I won't ever do anything like that again, but please don't punish me by not letting me sleep with you," he replied. "I've learned my lesson, so is my promise enough for you or not?" I pretended to think about it for a minute.

"If you've truly learned your lesson, then I'll agree to let you do this tonight," I relented. "However, if anything like that happens again, then you may find yourself banned permanently from my bed."

The look on Tyler's face told me all I needed to know, because it convinced me he would never make a mistake like that again. I was satisfied and finished getting ready for bed. Once I slipped under the covers, Tyler cuddled up against me, but then he decided it was time to chat.

"I'm glad you did that stuff with Dylan this weekend. He was thrilled that you'd finally given in," he began.

"I didn't really have a choice about some of it and I have a feeling you two conspired about doing it in advance," I added. "I wasn't very happy with you for a while, because you kept putting me on the spot."

"Ok, maybe we did talk about doing some of it first, but everything was fine and nothing will happen, just like we told you," Tyler shot back.

"At least not yet," I challenged. "So you don't mind that I did those things with Dylan?"

"Heck no!" he responded without hesitation. "He's my best friend and I like it when he's happy too. Besides, I know you like me best, so I don't mind if you do that stuff with him as well."

"I wish I had your confidence about this, but I've been taking a chance since I first gave in to you," I stated. "Adding Dylan to the mix just complicates the situation and makes it even riskier."

"Don't worry. We'd never do anything to mess up what we have right now," Tyler assured me, as he gave me a kiss and then put his head on my shoulder. It was the last thing either of us said before we both drifted off to sleep.

Monday night, I met with the contractor so he could inspect the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when he advised me that he'd only need to replace the glass, but he would have to order it directly from the company, so it would take a couple of days before it got here. He said he should have it by Wednesday afternoon, so I made another appointment for the same time on Thursday, so he could put it in. I thanked him for his help and told him I looked forward to seeing him then.

The boys were pretty low-key for the rest of the week and I would often notice one or another glancing at the cardboard on the door and then suddenly look guilty afterward, which told me they felt badly about what had happened. That all came to an end on Thursday, however, when the man showed up again and repaired the door for us. He did a super job, because I inspected it after he finished and was unable to find any sign that anything had ever happened to it. It looked as good as new. Since he didn't accept credit cards, I wrote him a check and made sure the boys overheard how much it was for. I wanted to impress upon them what an expensive mistake they had made.

Now that the boys were out of school, games and practices could take place any night of the week or any time on Saturday. Sunday, however, was off limits to give families at least one day to spend with their children. This still complicated our ability to juggle getting the boys to and from games and practices, since any or all of them could have something going on at the same time. There was no limit on how often the teams could practice either and the only restriction was that the leagues required there should be at least two open days in between games.

The frequency of games broke down as follows. Ethan's league consisted of six teams and they were scheduled to play each of the other five teams twice, for a total of 10 games. Ethan's team would only play one game a week though, but they would also practice two or three times in between.

Marcus' league had 8 teams and they would play each of the other 7 teams twice for a total of 14 games. There would be weeks when his team would have only one game, but there would be other weeks when they would play two games. There was no limit on how often they could practice either, so Marcus' team could have something going on every day except Sunday.

Tyler's league only had six teams, just like Ethan's league, but Tyler's team was going to play the other five teams three times each. They would play one of those games as the home team and another as the visiting team. The third time they played each other, the team with the best record would be the home team, so playing well during the season would give them a slight advantage when they faced each other again. Tyler's team would also play one or two games a week, the same as Marcus' team, and they could also have something going on every day except Sunday too.

This meant the rest of May was like being part of a 3-ring circus. Even with Sally, Cherie and Don helping out, there were often times when sacrifices still had to be made. Even though it was difficult if one or two boys had a practice while another had a game at the same time, the problem became even worse if two boys had games that overlapped, but at different fields. We all worked together to make certain none of the boys were left out or left alone, but sometimes it meant we would have to miss someone's game to attend another. Whenever that happened, I always chose to go to the younger boy's game, since he played fewer. Besides, I had also watched almost all of Tyler's games when he played on the school team, so I felt I'd paid my dues when it came to him. Overall, we were just fortunate that each of the boys understood our dilemma and were good about dealing with it too.

All three of their teams were doing quite well and the boys were having a blast playing. Not only did they enjoy the success their teams were having, but they also enjoyed their teammates and had become close with them.

So far, Ethan and Andrew had played nearly every inning in each of their games, so they were happy about that too. They were also growing closer with one another as every day passed and were becoming truly great friends.

Marcus and Justin were playing a lot too and had even got to start a few games, even though they were among the youngest players on their team. Marcus' coach also gave him a chance to pitch the fifth game and he did a great job for his first outing. He had remarkable control for his debut and led his team to victory, but he didn't do it solely with his arm. He was also very effective with his bat and had a couple of big hits as well. Justin was also playing very well and didn't really let Marcus outshine him.

Dylan and Tyler were also doing very well and quickly became the main pitchers for their team. The one that wasn't pitching at the time would play shortstop, but when the older pitcher was used, Tyler would play shortstop and Dylan would move over to second base. No matter what position they were playing, the two boys played the majority of the innings. Their pitching and fielding weren't their only strong points, however, because they were also doing a fantastic job when they came to bat. Each one had a batting average over .500, but they also showed some remarkable power at times too.

Sally, Don, Cherie and I were all very proud of the boys' success on the ball field, but we were just as pleased by the camaraderie and closeness that was developing between the various boys. They not only got along really well with the one that was the same age, but they were terrific with each of the others too. The older boys were very protective of the younger boys and more than willing to pass along some of their knowledge to them. In return, the younger boys looked up to the older boys and attempted to emulate them in nearly every way possible.

Seeing Ethan's seventh birthday party was rapidly approaching, I'd been going over different ideas about what I was going to do for him. I wanted to have it all worked out in my mind first, so I could make the invitations and pass them out to his team at one of their practices. I'd have to do it soon, since I planned to have his party the first Sunday in June, because his birthday was actually the following day. I had a couple of different ideas I'd been toying with, but the long-range weather forecast indicated it was going to be quite hot then. The temperature every day would be reaching into the 90-degree range [32-37°C], so I finally settled on what I was going to do.

Once I'd made up my mind, I called and made the necessary arrangements and then I sat down at the computer to design the invitation. Once I was satisfied with how it looked and certain it contained all of the relevant information, I printed out the required number of copies.

Ethan had a practice scheduled for Wednesday, May 26th, so I knew it would be my best opportunity to inform his team about the party. It would be the last time they'd all be together and would still allow me to give them and their parents over a week's notice so they could plan accordingly. When we arrived at his practice that evening, I spoke to Coach Lucas and explained what I wanted to do, before I asked if he'd allow me to speak to his team before he dismissed them later. When he agreed to my request, I went over to the bleachers and sat down next to Sally.

"What was that all about?" she asked after we'd exchanged greetings.

"I asked the coach if I could speak to the team after practice, so I could invite all of Ethan's teammates to his birthday party. I plan on having it for him a week from Sunday," I explained. "If you'd allow it, I'd like to have Andrew spend both Friday and Saturday nights with us again that weekend. I'll bring him home after the party on Sunday."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked, while looking doubtful. "You'll have a lot going on that weekend, so do you want to watch another boy?"

"Justin and Dylan will probably be staying over too, so one more won't be that much of a problem," I replied. "Besides, it will give Ethan something else to think about other than his party and the older boys will help me keep an eye on the younger boys as well."

"If you're sure; I'm certain Andrew would love to do that," she eventually agreed.

"I checked with Coach Lucas and he told me the team won't be having a practice that Friday, so I'll pick Andrew up after work," I offered. "Tyler and Marcus will both be having a game that night, so Andrew and Ethan can go with us to watch them play. I'm sure Don or Cherie will offer to take Dylan and Tyler to their game when it's time, because they'll have to leave before Justin and Marcus' game is over. The boys and I will see you Saturday afternoon at the Angels' game."

"As long as you're sure," Sally agreed.

"I am and I'm certain the boys will enjoy themselves the entire time," I confirmed. "Just make sure you get the invitation from Andrew, so you'll know what he'll need to bring with him." Sally nodded in response.

When Coach Lucas called the team in for the final time that evening, he also signaled for me to come down and join them. I hurriedly grabbed the invitations and went down to address the boys.

"Hi! I'm Ethan's uncle and I want to invite all of you to Ethan's birthday party, which will be held a week from Sunday," I began. "I have invitations that I'm going to pass out and it will explain everything and give your parents all of the information they will need. We're going to start off at our house and do a few things there first, but then I'm going to take all of you to the Bethesda Park Aquatic Center.

"It's supposed to be very hot that day," I continued, "so this will allow you to cool off on the water slide and in the pool, but you can also enjoy all of the other fun activities they have there. Just bring your swimsuits and a towel with you and you can change at our house before we head over there. Then, we'll come back to the house after we finish at the park and you can change back into the clothes you wore when you first arrived. After that we'll have pizza, cake and ice cream, before your parents come to pick you up."

The boys all seemed excited and were talking about the party amongst themselves, as I passed out the invitations. Some of the parents had been listening to what I'd told their sons and they asked a few questions once I was done. Some of the other parents came over to speak with me once their son handed them the invitation when they got to the car and I happily answered their questions as well. No one seemed to have any problems with anything I'd proposed and they merely seemed to be trying to clarify a few of the details.

"Thanks, Uncle Blake. I think this is gonna be fun," Ethan told me as we got in the car. "My friends all say they want to come to my party now."

"I'm glad and I think you'll enjoy your party as much as your brothers enjoyed their parties," I responded, silently happy about how excited he appeared.

I gave invitations to Justin and Dylan too, the next time I saw them. That happened at an Eagles' practice the following night, since Justin was there to watch his brother. They seemed excited about the party too, especially after I told them to ask their parents if they could spend both Friday and Saturday nights at our house that weekend.

After Justin and Dylan spoke to their mother and father about my suggestion, Cherie cornered me about something. "Don and I have no problem with our sons spending next weekend at your house for Ethan's birthday, but in return we want your sons to stay with us this weekend."

"I have no problems with that, so I'll tell the boys to pack a few things for Friday night," I agreed, although my heart wasn't really in it.

I knew Don and Cherie were only trying to even things out and give me a bit of a break too, but I hated it when the boys weren't around. I guess it meant that I'd just have to find something else to occupy my mind while they were away. I wouldn't have any work to finish up on the computer, since the Beta project would officially be ending earlier that day, so I'd have to focus on other things.

I decided I could use the time to tie up the loose ends that I still had for Ethan's birthday party. This included reserving a van, deciding on the present I was going to give him and ordering his birthday cake, but doing those tings wouldn't take up very much time. I could also try to figure out some activities we could have Ethan's teammates participate in after they arrived at our place and before I took them over to the Aquatic Center, but that shouldn't take very long either. What else was I going to do?

The boys weren't exactly thrilled about spending two nights at the Cochrans either, but they all calmed down a little after I explained that Aunt Cherie and Uncle Don thought it was the only fair way to do things. I ended by saying that if they wanted Justin and Dylan to come over the following weekend, then they would have to do this now.

That Friday, I opted to take Ethan with me when I went to watch Marcus' practice, even though Tyler had a practice too. I felt we had already seen plenty of Tyler's practices, if we counted those with the school team as well, so I felt I should spend this time watching Marcus' practice instead. After the boys left to go home with Cherie and Don, I drove around for a while, because I wasn't exactly in a hurry to return to an empty house. I knew it would only magnify my feelings of loneliness, so I looked for an alternative to fill the time.

After driving aimlessly around the city for about an hour, I finally decided to stop at a sports bar for a while and watch the Braves' game. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to fill the void either. Oh the game was exciting enough, so that wasn't the problem, but I just didn't have a great deal in common with the other people there. Nearly everyone else seemed to be more interested in binge drinking and having loud conversations with those sitting near them, rather than being interested in the game. They only got involved in what was going on in the game when the announcers got excited or the crowd at the stadium started to roar. Even though it wasn't exactly my thing, I stayed until the game ended and nursed a couple of beers the entire time. I did that because I certainly didn't want to get stopped on the way home and wind up being charged with DUI.

When I finally reached the house, I wandered from room to room for a while, before I attempted to find something on TV. Nothing caught my attention though, so I turned it off and went to my office and hopped on the computer for a while instead, to see if anything was happening there. I only had one email and no one was online that I wished to chat with, so I signed off and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.

I went in to take my shower first, but my mind kept envisioning the last time I'd showered with Tyler and Dylan. They were conniving little buggers, but I had to admit that I enjoyed doing the things they'd talked me into as much as they did. Now, I wished they were here so we could do them again.

I also had a tough time falling asleep after getting into bed, and even when I finally drifted off to sleep it wasn't a very relaxing slumber. I found myself constantly reaching out to cuddle with Tyler during my slumber, only to discover he wasn't there. I also had horrid dreams about the boys being taken away from me, so I wasn't exactly refreshed when I got up the following morning.

Saturday turned out to be a little better for me, but only because Marcus and Ethan had games I could attend. It would give me an opportunity to see all of the boys again and temporarily end the withdrawal pangs I was currently going through. Marcus' team played at 10:00, while Ethan's game wasn't until 2:00, so it would fill up part of my day. Marcus' teammates all said 'hi' to me at one point or another and most of them mentioned they'd had a good time at Marcus' party. I think the other ten and eleven-year-olds had an ulterior motive for doing this, because I felt they were silently hoping I would do something similar again next year and invite them. These boys would all be staying together on the same team the following summer too and their coach would only pick up enough new boys to replace the departing twelve-year-olds.

Once Marcus' game ended, Don and Cherie suggested that we could go to lunch together again, but they wanted to go to T.G.I. Fridays. That was fine with me; because I'd be sharing a table with all of them, but I had a feeling Don and Cherie would expect me to chat with them. I hoped to be able to have some time to interact with the boys too and hopefully one or two of them would sit beside me.

This time when the meal ended I asked our server for the check, but he indicated Don had already taken care of it. When I asked how he could have done that already, Don said he had slipped the server his credit card when the server took away the dirty dishes and then he signed the slip when he said he was going to the men's room. I thought that was pretty sneaky of him.

When I got to Ethan's game later, his teammates also said 'hi' to me and added that they were looking forward to coming to Ethan's birthday party the following weekend. Some of their parents even stopped by to speak with me and most told me they thought it was nice that I had invited the entire team and not just a few of the boys. I merely responded that I felt it was the only fair way to do it, since Ethan liked all of his teammates, not just some of them. I also noticed Sally chatting with the other parents, but I never gave it another thought. I wanted to focus on the boys while I could.

Once Ethan's game ended, I decided to hit a few stores as I continued my search for the perfect gift for Ethan. I still hadn't found anything for him by dinnertime, so I stopped by the diner to get something to eat. Ann and her manager both commented about me being alone, so I told them the boys were with Justin and Dylan's parents for the night. They both said it was nice that we took turns like that, but I didn't tell them I thought it was a horrible idea. Instead, I smiled and pretended it was a good thing, because I didn't want to have to explain why I missed the boys so much.

After I got home I was still lonely, but I focused on the fact that the boys would be coming back the following afternoon. As I went through my nightly preparations, I spent the time trying to think about what I might be able to do with the boys once they returned. Maybe I'd ask them if they wanted to go see a movie or I could always take them to see the Gwinnett Braves play, since I knew they had a home stand this weekend. I happened to see an ad for the games when I was looking for something to watch on TV, but I was mildly surprised I even remembered it. They were both possibilities though, so I guess I'd just have to wait and see what the boys wanted to do.

That night I cuddled with the extra pillow on the bed, while pretending it was Tyler. It wasn't a perfect solution and even subconsciously I could tell the difference, but it still helped me sleep a little better than I had the night before. I awoke slightly more refreshed than the previous morning and quickly focused on when the boys would be coming home again.

Although the next few hours dragged on for me, I rushed to the front door when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I waved at Don and Cherie as I opened the door, to let them know I was home. Since they weren't getting out of their vehicle, I figured they were in a hurry, so the wave also served to thank them for taking the boys. The trio each hugged me on the way in, but we all turned to wave at the Cochrans again as they drove away.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked, once I'd shut the door.

"It was way better than last time, because we did a lot more," Marcus quickly told me.

"Yeah, Justin's mom and dad took us to a baseball game last night," Ethan added, his face glowing.

"Really? Which one?" I asked, as I experienced a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"The Gwinnett Braves," Tyler answered. "Uncle Don bought tickets for the game when you agreed we could stay over." Well there just went one of the ideas I had for today.

"That's great! So did you enjoy yourselves?" I asked, as I tried to fake an interest and being pleased.

"Yeah, it was a fun game," Marcus answered. "The Braves won and they even hit a couple of homeruns."

"And I got to meet Chopper!" Ethan announced, very excited.

"Chopper's the team's mascot," Tyler quickly explained, when he saw the confused look on my face. "I'm not sure what kind of animal it was supposed to be, but it was big, fuzzy and only had one tooth. It kind of looked like a gopher or a beaver, but a beaver would need more teeth." Tyler giggled after saying that. "And next year some of the players we saw at the game might even be playing for the Atlanta Braves."

"And you'll already know who they are," I countered, trying to make a positive out of it.

"Uncle Don bought us a hot dog, coke and snow cone during the game too," Ethan added, looking pleased.

"It sounds as if Uncle Don went all out," I observed. Even though it was something I'd thought about doing with the boys, I was actually glad he'd done this for them.

"So are you hungry?" I followed, since I didn't know if they'd eaten yet.

"Nah, we had popcorn at the movie theater earlier and then Aunt Cherie made lunch for us when we got back to their house," Marcus replied. Damn, there went my second idea!

"So you went to the movies with them too?" I asked, somewhat surprised and deflated.

"Yeah, they took us to see Maleficent," Tyler answered. "It was pretty good, even though it was a fairy tale."

"It was scary. She was really mean and turned into a dragon," Ethan added, his eyes wide as he thought about the movie.

"So what do you boys want to do now that you're home?" I asked, since I didn't have any ideas.

"How bout we just spend some time with you," Tyler quickly responded.

"Yeah, we missed you," Marcus chimed in. "It was fun with Uncle Don and Aunt Cherie, but we wished you were there too."

"Yeah I didn't get to sit on anyone's lap at the baseball game or the movie," Ethan added with a pout.

"I'm sure Aunt Cherie would have held you," I offered in response.

"But it wouldn't be the same as being with you," Ethan replied. "I liked it when I used to do that with Mommy, but now I like doing it with you. I don't want to do it with other people." He couldn't possibly have realized how much his comment touched my heart.

"In that case, let's go see what's on TV and you can all cuddle with me once we find something," I suggested. They all seemed to like the idea, so that's what we did for the next couple of hours.

Eventually, I had to get up and make dinner, which we ate together in the dining room. In between mouthfuls, the boys commented about the upcoming week and the games they had, but they also wanted to talk about following weekend. They were excited that Andrew, Justin and Dylan would all be staying over both nights, but they were also looking forward to Ethan's birthday party.

Later, after I'd showered with Ethan and Marcus and put them to bed, Tyler pinned me down about something that had totally slipped my mind. With everything else that had been going on, I'd forgotten all about it, but he eagerly brought the topic back to the forefront.

"When are you going to give me the next bigger dildo?" he wanted to know. "I've had the other ones for ages and I'm ready for the next one now."

"First of all, you've made no indication that you were even using them," I pointed out. "Second, I told you to come to me when you were ready, so it was up to you, not me."

"Well I'm coming to you now, so can I have it?" Tyler wanted to know.

"Go get the other two dildos and the lube first, so I can see how you're handling those," I recommended. "If you're doing ok with them, then I'll happily give you the next one."

"But I'm telling you I'm ready," Tyler insisted.

"That may be, but I just want to see it for myself," I countered.

When Tyler raced off to his room to get the items I'd requested, I went to my closet and quickly retrieved the bag that held the last two dildos and grabbed the one in question. I then set it on my nightstand, behind the alarm clock where it wasn't quite as noticeable. I was back to where I'd previously been standing when Tyler reentered my bedroom.

"Ok, here's the things you wanted," Tyler announced, while giving me a dirty look. "What do you want me to do now?"

"I know you're not happy about this, but just humor me," I began. "Take the smallest dildo, put some lube on it and show me how you've been using it on yourself."

Tyler rolled his eyes and started to get undressed, so I walked over to shut the door and lock it. I certainly didn't want the other two wandering in while he was doing this. Once Tyler was naked, he lubed up the first dildo and began working it into his rectum. It seemed to go in very easily and he was working it in and out without any problems.

"Ok, now do the same thing with the next one," I suggested and Tyler flashed me another exasperated look.

Even though he didn't seem happy about complying, Tyler did as I asked and replaced the smallest one with the next larger dildo. That one seemed to slide in just as easily and Tyler didn't have any apparent discomfort while using it. Seeing that, I slowly made my way over to the nightstand and grabbed the dildo Tyler had inquired about.

"Ok, now do the same thing with this one," I stated, as I offered it to him. "Just do it slowly, because it is substantially larger than the last one."

He nodded, took it from me and lubed it up. I saw him wince slightly as he started to work it in this time, so I offered a suggestion.

"Push out a little with your butt muscles, like you might do on the toilet. Just not so much that you make a mess," I instructed and he immediately gave me a disgusted look.

"I think I know better than to do something like that," he sneered.

"I figured you did, but I just wanted to be sure," I shot back. "I certainly didn't want something like that to happen and then have you complain that I didn't warn you."

He merely shook his head and rolled his eyes again, as he began to work the dildo into his chute. It took a little effort on his part this time, but he eventually adapted to it and worked it back and forth for a couple of minutes.

"Ok, take that one with you, because it looks as if it will take a while before you're completely comfortable with it. Yes, I know you got it in, but I want you to get to the point where it goes in a lot easier than that. I could see it wasn't exactly a stroll in the park when you did it, so practice with it for a while."

"Ok, but I'll be back for the last one a lot sooner this time," he advised me. "I'm going to need some more lube too."

"I'll get the lube for you, but I'll only give you the next dildo when I think you're ready for it," I replied. "I'll just want to make sure you're as comfortable with the one I just gave you first and see that you are able to use it as easily as you did with the other two. By the way, has Dylan been using the dildos too?"

"Yes, I use them on him when I'm sucking him off and he does the same with me," Tyler informed me.

"And you're cleaning them off really well in between?" I asked, since I hoped he had been heeding my previous suggestion.

"Yes, we both use the hottest water we can stand and the antibacterial soap to clean them off when we're done," Tyler confirmed. "I just wish there was an easier way to do it, but we'll keep doing it that way, so don't worry."

"I guess I could probably buy some condoms for you to slip over the dildos and that would serve the same purpose," I mused. I just wasn't sure if I wanted a bunch of condoms lying around where the little ones could find them either.

"Yeah, that sounds like a better way of doing it, if you're willing to get some of those for us," Tyler immediately confessed.

"I will, because it will be a good way for you to learn how to apply one correctly too," I pointed out. "If I do this for you though, you'll need to promise me two things. One is that you'll keep them where your brothers won't find them, like you're doing with the dildos. Second, once you've removed a used condom, I want you to discard it in a way that your brothers won't find it by accident."

"Can we flush them down the toilet?" Tyler immediately shot back.

"Absolutely not," I answered. "It would be better if you wrap it in a tissue after you remove it and then stick it in one of the plastic shopping bags that you can keep with the other items. Once it's pretty full, then you can tie the handles of the bag together and throw it in with the regular trash to be discarded."

"Ok, I can do that too," Tyler concurred.

"I'll stop and pick up some condoms at a store closer to work and not in the immediate neighborhood, in order to avoid any questions," I advised him. "Since I'm not seeing anyone at the moment and I don't go out on dates very often, I don't want anyone to get the idea that I'm buying them so I can use them to have sex with you boys."

"You will eventually though. Won't you?" Tyler pushed, since that was why he was doing this.

"Eventually, but I'm not setting any time limit on doing it with you either," I answered.

"I hope you don't make me wait too long, because it's really important to me," he immediately responded, while also giving me that hopeful expression.

"I still say it would be easier for you to do it with Dylan first," I offered. "You can already handle the dildo that's his size and once I get the condoms, you'd have everything you need."

"No! I want to do it with you first!" he countered, defiantly. "I may do it with Dylan after I do it with you, but I want you to be my first, just like you have been with nearly everything else."

"Then I hope you don't mind waiting," I shot back, without hesitation. "You could do it with Dylan now, but there's still another dildo you have to master first, before I'll even consider doing anything like that with you."

"I know, but that's what I want," Tyler insisted, while looking slightly dejected at the thought that it wasn't going to happen as soon as he wanted.

Once we finished our discussion, Tyler grabbed his clothes, the three dildos and the lube so he could take it all over to his room and put everything away. Then, I heard him make his way to the other bathroom to take his shower.

As soon as Tyler left my bedroom, I began to think about how I was going to handle it when he was able to accept all four dildos without any problems. I still wasn't comfortable with the idea of doing what he wanted, although every day my resistance to the idea was growing weaker. He had a way of slowly getting me to do what he wanted, so I had the feeling this wasn't going to be any different, but as of now it wasn't yet the case.

My thoughts were disturbed when Tyler reentered my room again, so he could sleep with me. After all, where would I be without my cuddly human teddy bear?

The following week was a blur of activity, because when I arrived at work on Monday, I finally remembered the beta project was going live. I wondered how many problems it might create or if a bunch of issues might develop that we hadn't caught during the testing phase, but there were very few glitches and the day went fairly smooth.

Between work, ballgames and practices, the week was very hectic. I was busy trying to keep up with everything that was going on, yet still finding enough time to tie up the remaining loose ends before Ethan's birthday party. Tyler had offered me a suggestion about what to get Ethan, so that was taken care of and it left me with one less thing I still had to worry about. I was physically exhausted by Friday afternoon, but mentally and emotionally rejuvenated, because each of the boys' friends would all be staying over both Friday and Saturday nights. Then on Sunday, Ethan's team would be stopping by for his party.

On the way home from work on Friday, I swung by to pick up Andrew, so Sally wouldn't have to drive him over. We'd pick up Justin and Dylan later, because both Marcus and Tyler's teams had games. Marcus' team was scheduled to play at 6:00 and Tyler's team had a game under the lights at 8:00, so Justin and Dylan would come home with us after the games.

Andrew was obviously excited to see me, because he shot out of the house and raced to the car when I pulled up. He had his bat pack on his back and his duffle in his hand, while Sally chased after him, grinning the entire way. I only got to chat with her briefly, because Andrew let us both know he was in a hurry to get going. Finally, we just conceded that we would finish our conversation at the boys' game the following afternoon, so I hopped in the car and headed home.

Since I'd called to place the order before I'd stopped to pick up Andrew, the pizza was delivered shortly after we reached the house. I carried the boxes directly to the kitchen counter, before I went to get the vegetable tray out of the fridge. I'd purchased it the night before, so now I placed it in the center of the dining room table. There was a collection of celery, carrots, tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower available, but there was also a large container of ranch dressing in the center of the various items. I knew most of the boys would enjoy dipping their veggies in it, but I also set out a small bowl of Thousand Island dressing for Andrew. Then, I gave each boy a plate with a slice of pizza on it and told them I expected each one to eat some of the vegetables too.

We had to hurry to get to Marcus' game on time, but I only remember seeing bits and pieces of it. Beside being exhausted and trying to chat with Don and Cherie, Andrew wanted my attention too. He continually thanked me for letting him spend the entire weekend with us, as well as mentioning how excited he was about being invited to Ethan's birthday party. It was really cute and he was totally sincere, so I couldn't be upset that he kept vying for my attention.

Before the game ended, Cherie offered to drive Dylan and Tyler over to the field where their game was going to be played, so the rest of us could stay to watch the remainder of Justin and Marcus' game. I thanked her and said we'd see her again shortly, as I was finally able to watch some of the action. The Masonite Braves won the game and both boys played really well, so they were all pumped up as they hopped into the Outback.

I was able to watch more of Tyler's game, since Andrew now had Marcus and Justin to hang out with too, along with Ethan. This time Don, Cherie and I got to spend some time together and were able to chat a little as well, as we watched our older sons play ball.

Tyler was pitching tonight and doing really well, and the rest of his team was doing a tremendous job in the field behind him, as well as hitting the ball solidly. Dylan and Curtis both played extremely well too and the Eagles won their game. As soon as it was over, we said goodnight to Don and Cherie and I herded the boys over to the Outback, so I could drive them home.

When we got to the house, I didn't have to say a word to the four youngest and they raced upstairs to get cleaned up. Marcus and Ethan knew I didn't want to take Andrew into the shower with us, so they had both agreed to take baths tonight. Before long, I had four naked boys standing behind me, furtively playing with their own and each others penises, as I filled the tub.

Ethan and Andrew were the first ones in, so I quickly washed them both, dried them off and left them standing there so they could watch me do the same with the next pair. Andrew giggled when both Justin and Marcus sprouted erections as I washed their genitals, but this time he also asked each boy if he could touch their penis after it happened. Justin and Marcus eagerly agreed to let him do it, much to Andrew's delight.

"Look! My wiener got hard too, when I touched Justin's wiener," he squealed in glee. Sure enough, when I turned to look it was obvious his little penis was as hard as the one he was touching and he was just glowing with pride.

When I finished up with them, the four boys asked if they could all sleep naked in Marcus' bed again. I almost said 'no', but after I remembered Andrew and Ethan's game wasn't until noon the following day, I eventually gave them permission to do it. I knew they would probably fool around with each other for a while first, but I also realized they were tired, so they'd probably fall asleep before too long, no matter how fascinating their playthings were.

When I got to my bedroom, I found Dylan and Tyler waiting for me. I could tell by the grins on their faces that they were up to something and I wouldn't have to wait very long before I found out what it was.

"Will you take a shower with us, so we can wash each other again?" Dylan asked without hesitation. I didn't immediately respond, so Tyler offered his encouragement.

"Come on! You know you liked doing it the last time," he urged, as he gave me his sweetest smile. "Please?"

"Just to wash each other?" I followed, although I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to that question.

"We'll wash each other, but it's kinda hard to say what else will happen," Dylan replied, trying to mask his true intent.

"Oh, I know exactly what will happen," I scoffed. "You two get erections every time I even look at your genitals."

"Is that so bad?" Dylan teased. "It just shows we really like you."

"What you actually like is having me masturbate you," I quipped, while giving him a sinister glare.

"Me and Tyler like that too, but we like doing other stuff with you just as much, even when we aren't doing that," Dylan replied, as he faked a hurt expression.

"So you wouldn't mind if I didn't do that with you tonight then," I partially jested back.

"Come on. You like to do it with us too, don't you?" Tyler pressed, as he batted his eyes at me.

"I don't know. Maybe I just do it so you won't cry," I conceded, while trying to make it sound as if I wasn't really giving in to them when we did this. If I were to tell them the truth, I was just as eager to do it as they were.

"Come on. Let's just do it!" Tyler urged, hopefully.

Once they knew I was going to give in, I saw the boys exchange conspiratorial glances, so I knew they were hatching some other kind of plan between them. Dylan wanted me to wash him first and Tyler was fine with that. I hadn't even finished washing his chest when I looked down and noticed he was already hard. When I glanced between his face and his groin a couple of times, he blushed a little and then spoke.

"It just does it on its own," he mumbled. "It really likes you and knows you're going to play with it soon." I merely shook my head and rolled my eyes, but I was also doing my best not to firm up too.

Once I'd finished cleaning him from head to toe, I reached out and grasped his engorged organ. He sighed as my hand came into contact with his penis and then he started to moan as I began to stroke it. I motioned Tyler to help me support him, because I could tell Dylan was becoming weak in the knees as he drew closer to his orgasm. Finally, his muscles tightened, he arched his back and streams of creamy white liquid erupted from the mushroom head. He was grunting and groaning with each burst, as Tyler and I kept him from collapsing onto the floor of the shower stall.

As soon as he recovered from his powerful release, he turned toward me, wrapped his arms around my neck, pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't just a quick peck either and Dylan greedily attacked my mouth and tried to force his tongue inside. After feigning some mild resistance, I allowed his tongue to enter briefly, before I pulled away. He had a big grin on his face as he spoke.

"Thank you! That was wonderful!" he gushed, and then he hugged me again. "I enjoy doing it with Tyler too, but it's so much more intense when you do it to me."

"I'm not sure why that would be," I countered, "except that maybe it's emotionally more fulfilling for you in some way." He looked at me a moment before he spoke.

"My dad has never hugged or kissed me or Justin, even when we were little," he stated, as he glanced down at the drain. "I guess that's why I like having someone older do stuff like this with me now. It's not that I'd want my dad to jerk me off or do sex stuff with me, but just knowing that a man I love is willing to touch me and make me feel good just makes me really happy."

"Ok, now I understand this better and I'm willing to help you out as much as I can, but there will have to be some limits though," I agreed.

Dylan started to hop around in delight when he heard my response, so I had to tell him to calm down before he slipped and fell on the wet surface. He eventually heeded my advice, but then he wrapped his arms around me again and gave me another massive hug.

Once I finished washing Tyler and had masturbated him as well, both boys started to scrub me. Dylan raced to get to my genitals first and began to stroke me, as Tyler rubbed his palm over my scrotum. When I looked down at Dylan, he must have thought I was going to stop him.

"Please let me do this for you?" he whined. "You let me before, so can't I do it again?"

"I wasn't going to stop you," I pointed out with a grin. "I was just trying to see your reaction while you were doing it."

His face broke into a huge grin when he understood what I was saying and he continued to jack me off. It was different than when Tyler did it, because Tyler wrapped his hand around my penis from underneath the shaft, where Dylan placed his hand on top of it. It gave the process a slightly different feel, but I enjoyed it just as much. When he realized I was about to cum, he stuck his other hand in front of my slit and collected some of my semen. Then I saw him lift it to his lips and taste it, but I wasn't about to say anything, since I didn't want to let him know I'd caught him in the act. I felt it might embarrass him, but then again maybe it wouldn't.

"Just like the last time, it tastes different than mine or Tyler's, but it's still good," he stated absentmindedly, almost to himself. Tyler and I didn't add our own comments though, since we weren't sure if he'd meant for us to hear that.

Once I had the boys clean up the mess and rinse the evidence down the drain, we turned off the water, got out of the shower and dried off. As soon as we were done, Dylan made his next request.

"You're going to let us sleep with you too, aren't you?" he wanted to know. I reached out and tousled his hair before I answered.

"Of course I am," I replied. "It's almost as if I'm a little kid again, because I sleep much better when I have my two teddy bears to cuddle with."

Dylan's face lit up after hearing my response and he hugged me again, before he attempted to kiss me once more. This time I made it a little easier for him, before I turned and did the same thing with Tyler. He had an ear-to-ear grin on his face as well, since he was as pleased that I was reacting this way and giving in to Dylan.

After I went to check on the little ones first and discovered they were all asleep, I slid into bed. Both boys immediately crawled in next to me, one on either side. After they managed to get comfortable, they each draped an arm and leg across my body, but I also felt their boyhoods starting to rise again.

"Aw come on. I've already taken care of you once. You can't be ready for more," I groaned, feigning being upset. Actually, I was impressed at their resilience and that I was able to make it happen to them one more time.

"It just happens, but you don't have to do anything this time, unless you want to," Dylan quipped, but I could hear the hope in his voice.

"Not right now, because I'm exhausted," I replied. "Maybe some other time."

"Can I get that in writing?" Dylan shot back, thinking he had me this time.

"Sure, I'll write it in your blood on your ass cheeks," I teased in return, only to hear his muffled 'ouch' in response.

"I'll pass then, but I'm not going to let you forget that you owe us," Dylan shot back. Even though I couldn't see his face in the dark, I could almost feel the grin forming on his lips.

"I don't owe you anything," I challenged. "I've more than paid and tipped you, probably more than I should have."

"Not more, but enough – for now," he quipped, as I tightened my arms around both boys' shoulders and squeezed them against my chest. We all fell asleep shortly thereafter and slept like babies until morning.

The boys were all up before me, because I was so physically exhausted that I didn't wake up until 9:30. They had kept the noise down to let me sleep and Dylan and Tyler were both smart enough to slip out of bed before the little ones woke up. They then went over to Tyler's room where the younger boys found them, which I was grateful for.

When I started looking for them, I found six naked boys in with Tyler as they waited for me to regain consciousness. The older pair had entertained the younger boys by letting them manually explore their genitals, although they wouldn't let the boys masturbate them. It seemed to be enough for the four younger ones though, especially Andrew.

"Dylan and Tyler let me touch their big wieners," he announced, once I'd discovered where they were.

"That was very nice of them," I agreed, "but it's probably not something you should tell anyone else."

"I won't," he quickly agreed.

I urged them all to get dressed before they came downstairs for breakfast this time. I was already dressed, so I made my way to the kitchen and began to prepare scrambled eggs, home fries, bacon and sausage links for them. When they came downstairs, Tyler made toast for those that wanted a slice or two to go with what I had made and then the boys stuffed themselves. Once we were all full, the boys had a little time to kill before Andrew and Ethan's noon ballgame, so they went into the family room to relax and watch cartoons.

Once we got to the ball field later, Andrew and Ethan went off to warm up with their team, while the rest of the boys joined me in the stands. Sally showed up a few minutes after we got settled in and came over to join us. Each of the boys said 'hi Aunt Sally', which brought a huge smile to her face in return.

"So how was last night?" she asked, after turning her attention to me.

"Busy," I replied. "After feeding the boys and attending two games, I took them home and got them all ready for bed. I have to admit that the younger boys were up well past their normal bedtime, but since they didn't have an early game, they should be fine."

"Yes, it certainly was a good thing they didn't have an 8:00 or 10:00 game then," Sally quipped back.

"If they had, Andrew and Ethan might have fallen asleep at their positions," I teased in response.

In between innings, I convinced Sally to join us for a late lunch after the game. I told her we'd go to the diner and see Ann, since I knew we'd all enjoy that. She thought it would be a good idea too, but we didn't tell the boys until the game was over. Ethan and Andrew were in a good mood at the time, probably because their team had won again. Before we left though, each of Ethan's teammates came over to say hello and tell me that they'd see us the following day, which I thought was sweet.

All of the boys were hungry again by the time we reached the diner and Ann was happy to see us. The boys all greeted her with a 'hi Auntie Ann' when we entered and she doted on each of them the entire time we were there. The boys filled up one booth, so Sally and I sat in another, and then we chatted and watched the boys interact with each other.

After we'd all said goodbye to Ann, we went outside and said goodbye to Sally next, before heading back to the house. During the ride, I could hear the boys talking about their games and some of the things that had happened. They not only critiqued their own play, but they also offered suggestions to each other.

Once we arrived at the house, the boys decided to challenge each other playing video games. Before they did that, however, I asked them to bring down their hampers. Then, while they were in the family room, I spent my time working on other things, like doing the laundry and making sure the house was in good shape for the following day. Eventually, I had to stop doing that as well, so I could start making dinner for everyone. I thought about taking them out to eat again, but I felt I could continue working on these other things while the meal was cooking, so I'd get even more done.

It was a very hectic time, but I got most of it accomplished by the time we sat down to eat. Then, I completed what was left while the boys were busy clearing off the table and putting away the leftovers. I felt I was in great shape before I took the boys upstairs to get them ready for bed. It's also when I got my next surprise.

"Marcus, what are you doing in here with Andrew and where's Ethan?" I wanted to know, as I looked between the two of them.

"Andrew asked if we could take our bath together this time, so I told him it was ok with me," Marcus answered. "Isn't it alright?"

"Of course it is, but I just wasn't expecting it," I replied. "If it's what you two have agreed on, then hop in the tub. Who am I washing first?"

"Marcus," Andrew quickly replied.

I knew there must be a hidden agenda here, but I wasn't sure what it was, other than Andrew was attracted to Marcus' slightly larger penis. I knew he liked to come in the bathroom and gawk at Marcus and Justin when I was washing them, so I felt it must be the reason for his sudden change in bath time partners.

I began to wash Marcus first and when I was cleaning his groin, his penis started to stiffen. When that happened, it suddenly became a magnet for Andrew's hand, which shot up and latched on to it. He held on to Marcus' erection and began to fondle it, so I looked at Marcus' face to see how he was reacting. He had a slight grin on his lips and a dreamy expression on his face, so he was obviously enjoying the attention.

"It's ok. I don't care," he mumbled, when he saw me looking at what was happening. Seeing Marcus had no problems with it, I allowed Andrew to continue.

When I began to bathe Andrew, he wouldn't let go of Marcus' penis and continued to play with it. Marcus didn't seem to mind, because he made sure he stayed close enough that Andrew never lost his grip, except when I made him let go of it so I could wash his arm and hand.

Once those two got out of the tub and I'd dried them off, they merely moved out of the way so Ethan and Justin could get to the tub after I'd rinsed and refilled it. I had to chuckle to myself when I noticed Andrew was still playing with Marcus' genitals, so I concluded he must like his new toy. Apparently, Marcus was enjoying it too.

I wasn't that surprised this time when I was told to wash Justin first. Since they had witnessed what the previous pair had done, I expected something similar was about to happen and I wasn't disappointed. Ethan latched on to Justin's penis once his older partner got hard and Ethan had fun stroking it, similar to what Andrew had just done. Justin had no problem with Ethan doing this either, so I just continued to wash him, before I moved on to Ethan.

Once those four had been taken care of, I tucked them into bed. They wanted to sleep naked again, but this time Andrew slept alone with Marcus, while Ethan and Justin slept in Ethan's bed. I had a feeling there would be more sex play going on, but seeing none of them had a problem with it, neither did I.

Shortly after I went to my bedroom, Dylan and Tyler walked in, totally naked again. This gave me an indication that they were up to something too, but I just wasn't sure exactly what it would entail this time. I knew they would let me know eventually, so I merely waited for them to say something.

"Will you shower with us again?" Tyler asked after nearly a minute of awkward silence.

"Just shower with you or do you have something else in mind?" I wondered, before answering his question.

"We want to wash each other again, like the last time," Dylan replied, "but doing more than that would be fun too."

"So will you shower with us?" Tyler pressed.

"I don't have a problem with that, as long as you two promise not to get carried away," I offered as a mild warning.

"So we can't do anything else?" Dylan shot back, looking disappointed.

"I wouldn't mind a repeat of last night, if that's what you want," I confirmed and suddenly Dylan began to breathe and smile again.

"Great! Let's go then," Dylan urged.

I got undressed as they were adjusting the water temperature and then I went in to join them. They both seemed excited about doing this, since they were already sporting erections, and I could only shake my head in wonder, as I considered their current state.

Dylan wanted me to wash him first again, but when I finished, he looked at me for a moment. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to begin masturbating him, but he soon answered that question for me.

"Do you think we could suck each other off instead?" he asked meekly. "Please? I think it would be fun and different."

"It would be, but I'm not ready to make that leap just yet," I responded. "I made a huge concession to you by just agreeing to masturbate you and then letting you do the same thing to me, but I'm reluctant to take that next step."

"Would it really be such a big deal?" Tyler wondered. "Me and Dylan do it to each other all the time and it's not that much different than jacking each other off. We just use our mouth instead of our hand. Come on! Won't you do this with us too?"

"I think I'll need time to think about it some more first," I answered. "I'm willing to do a repeat of what we did last night, if you want, but I'm not ready to do more than that just yet."

"I guess that would be ok then, because it's better than doing nothing," Dylan reluctantly agreed. "Just like before, I don't see what the big problem is, but we'll wait if we have to."

"I just want to think about it some more first," I concurred. "So do you want me to do this or not?"

"Of course! My dick's already drooling, because it can hardly wait for you to pay some attention to it," Dylan confirmed, as I looked down and noticed the pre-cum dripping from the end of his penis. Then, he started thrusting his hips toward me, to let me know he was ready to start.

When I reached out and wrapped my hand around his firm appendage, he moaned in satisfaction and Tyler moved closer so he could play with Dylan's scrotum. As I began to stroke his penis, Dylan cooed and purred in appreciation. The longer I masturbated him; the sounds he was making became even more guttural and raspy. He was also thrusting his hips to mirror my actions and I could feel his shaft slowly starting to expand in my hand. Eventually, he arched his back and groaned loudly, as the pearly strands of semen catapulted from the tiny opening at the tip and splattered in various places inside the stall.

I held on to Dylan as he came down from his orgasmic high and I noticed his eyes were still sort of glazed over as he gradually began to return to his senses. He then hugged and kissed me again to show his appreciation and then I moved over and began to do the same thing with Tyler.

He reacted in much the same way when I eventually began to stroke him too, but there was also a familiarity in the way we worked together. Even though Dylan had mirrored my effort, it was jerky and erratic, but Tyler matched my efforts like a well-oiled machine. I even started to wonder if Dylan noticed this as well and would start to put two and two together. If he did, he never said anything to me, but maybe he would ask Tyler about it later.

I continued to play Tyler's pump organ to perfection, until he finally grunted and released his creamy load. He swooned momentarily when this happened and I worried that he might fall, but it didn't happen. He briefly swayed back and forth, but with Dylan on one side and me on the other he was in no danger of collapsing. Once he recovered, Tyler gave me a hug and kissed me on the lips too, to show his appreciation. Then, both boys began to wash me.

They were very gentle, while at the same time very thorough. I was lost in the sensations of their hands gliding over my body until I felt my penis being lifted. I quickly glanced down to see which of them was doing this and noticed Dylan kneeling in front of me and opening his mouth.

"I thought I told you I wasn't ready to do anything like that yet!" I scolded him.

"Oops. I guess I just got a little carried away," he offered, as he began to stroke my penis instead.

I was pretty sure it wasn't a mistake and he was just trying to see how much he could get away with, but I decided not to pursue the situation further. Since he had immediately heeded my warning, I felt I'd give him the benefit of the doubt, at least on this occasion. After that, I merely concentrated on what the boys were doing to me, as Dylan stroked my penis and Tyler massaged my scrotum.

I was really enjoying the attention these two were giving me when they suddenly changed roles. Since Dylan had been the one to bring me off the previous night, I concluded that Tyler wanted his chance to do it now. I didn't have a problem with it, and since they changed places so quickly, they hardly missed a beat. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and prepared to release my offering to their fine dual effort.

A few seconds later, my penis exploded and released a lengthy strand of my man seed and that was followed by a handful of lesser blasts until the remainder merely oozed from the slit. It was a fairly powerful release, so it took me a few moments to recover from it, and then I thanked the boys and asked them to clean up the mess, while I dried off and went to check on the other boys.

I was mildly surprised to discover the four younger boys were all asleep, because I felt I might catch at least a couple of them still messing around, especially after what had happened during their baths. I guess they had either been satisfied with what they had done or were just worn out from the long day. Either way, I merely checked to make sure they were ok and kissed each of them on the forehead before making sure they were covered and leaving their rooms.

When I got back to my bedroom, the oldest boys were waiting for me. They had been sitting on the bed and jumped up when I entered.

"Can we sleep with you too?" Dylan asked, as his eyes pleaded with me to say 'yes'.

"That will be fine," I agreed without hesitation this time. Then, we all crawled into bed together.

I quickly wrapped my arms around each of them, as they melted against my body. Once their arms and legs were draped over me and their cheeks were resting on my chest, we all drifted into a very peaceful and relaxing slumber. We stayed that way until morning, when I got up to get ready for the new day.

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