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Installment 28
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
55 - Preparing
for a New Season.
The school year started off smoothly, which meant it was also time for the Little League Regional Playoffs and the lead up to the Little League World Series to be broadcast on the sports channels. Since this was something the boys were interested in too, I watched the games with them in the evening, but only after I was certain their homework had been completed.
"I sure hope me and Justin get good enough to play in this next year or the year after," Marcus announced.
"They're really good, but they play and practice a lot. Me and Dylan never even got close to doing anything like that," Tyler announced, trying to keep Marcus from getting his hopes up.
"Yeah, but you didn't have Uncle Blake working with you when you were our age," Marcus shot back, with an air of superiority.
"That's true, but it's still really tough to make it that far," Tyler countered. "You can do it, but it takes a lot of work and much of it you have to do on your own."
Once that had been settled, we went back to watching the game. We did this nearly every night when there was a game on one of the channels. It helped to keep the boys occupied, whenever they didn't have school work to take care of, and it was fun to do.
Tyler didn't have his next doctor's appointment until Friday, August 13th, so I told the school and my boss that we'd be late that day. My boss was fine with this, since I told him I'd take work home over the weekend and finish it up there, if I didn't get everything done before I left.
Tyler had another CT scan scheduled at the hospital first, which meant I had to get him up even earlier than I normally would for school, so I could get him there in time. Dr. Flatow was ready for us when we got to the office and he had a big smile on his face.
"If my examination of Tyler looks as good as the CT scan, then he's ready to be released, with only a few minor restrictions," he announced when he joined us. This put a huge smile on Tyler's face too, as he prepared for the doctor to check him over.
"You appear to be doing fine, so I'm going to remove nearly all of the remaining restrictions." Dr. Flatow stated. "Just be extra careful and no contact sports for a while. To make certain the school knows this too, I'll be sending a new note with you which will inform the school nurse and those involved that you are not to be allowed to participate in certain activities, particularly in P.E. for the time being.
"Until the first full week of October," Dr. Flatow continued, "I don't want you involved in football, soccer, basketball, wrestling, gymnastics, softball or baseball in your P.E. class. However, I have no problem with you doing most track and field activities, except for the high jump, pole vault or hurdles. I will also allow you to do the other jumps, like the triple jump or broad jump, as long as you are careful not to exert yourself. You'll also be able to participate in weight training, calisthenics, volleyball, tennis, badminton and most other activities, because you're doing very well. I just don't want you taking part in those activities where either intentional or unintentional contact with others may happen."
"So will I be able to try out for the basketball team when it starts in November?" Tyler pressed, just to make sure.
"Yes, by then you should be completely recovered and have no restrictions at all," the doctor confirmed. "I just thought it would be best for you to stay away from as much potential contact as possible for a few more weeks." Needless to say, Tyler was thrilled.
Now that we were done there, I dropped Tyler off at school and then I went back to work. I was excited, but not just because of the good news about Tyler. I was also looking forward to the other boys being at the house when I got home later. They were all staying over again and high school football team had a home game this evening, so I promised to take them to it. Although none of the boys were playing a fall sport, they still liked to go to the high school football games. It was mostly just so they could see their other friends and hang out with them for a while, but they also liked to cheer for the high school team too. I had no problem with that, because I enjoyed watching the games as well.
Shortly after I got home, I spent some time with the boys first, before going up to change. Then, I took them over to the diner to eat, since I didn't feel like fixing anything. Ann was there and waited on us, and the boys let her know they were pleased to see her again.
"So what are y'all up to tonight?" she asked, although I felt she might have a good idea about our plans.
"Uncle Blake is taking us to the football game," Andrew told her. "I ain't never been to one before."
"Yes, Uncle Blake is giving y'all a bunch of new things to try out," she replied with a smile. If only she knew how true that was.
While we were eating, the manager came out to say hello and to tell Tyler that he was glad to see he was improving. I think Tyler was mildly surprised that the manager seemed to know so much about what had happened, including how he was recovering. I believe what impressed Tyler the most was that the guy really cared about how he was doing and I think it touched Tyler deeply.
At the game, I allowed the boys to sit with their friends, although I glanced around every now and then so I could keep an eye on what they were up to. I felt they were all fairly safe here, since they were in pairs and part of a group most of the time, plus I trusted each of them not to wander off or get into trouble. Every so often I would take a moment to satisfy my curiosity and make sure they were still ok, but I never saw them doing anything they shouldn't. At halftime they all came back to join me again, but I think it was basically so I'd take them over to the concession stand to get them something. However, they did stay with me for a short time after we got back, but that was probably just to thank me for buying what they wanted, before they went back to rejoin their friends.
I was glad to see Andrew was having just as much fun as Ethan with the group they were with. Since Sally had originally told me that Andrew didn't have any other friends when we first met, I was a little worried about this, but it seemed as if the baseball season and Ethan had helped to solve that problem.
When the game ended, I took the boys home, but they were still a little wound up. Our team had won, so the boys were more than a little excited, but they were also thrilled about being together again. I went in to shower with the four younger boys first and made sure they were all clean before tucking them in bed. Dylan and Tyler wanted to shower with me when I finished up, but they also let me know it was time to end their drought.
"We haven't done anything for a couple of weeks now, since like before school started, so you've got to help us out tonight. Can we doing something, Uncle Blake? Pleeeze?" Dylan begged as we were getting out of the shower. "I've been jerking off, but it's just not the same, because it doesn't feel as good as what we do with you. That's why I really want you to do something with us tonight."
Although Tyler wasn't in quite as bad shape as Dylan, we hadn't done much either. I'd only agreed to do those types of things with him on the weekend in between, so I could tell he was also anxious to do something as well.
"Ok, it has been a while and you've been good about everything so far, so what do you have in mind?" I offered, while studying their faces.
"Dylan and I talked it over earlier and we want you to rim and suck both of us off," Tyler announced. "Then we're going to work on you together. Is that ok?"
"It sounds like fun and I'm game if you are," I agreed. "So what are we doing first?"
"You can do me first, since I need it the most," Dylan quickly informed me. "Maybe you can even do it to me twice, since I've had to go so long without anything." He looked at me with the most pathetic expression on his face after making this comment.
"Let's see how it goes first," I answered, as he hurriedly got into position with his knees pulled back almost to his ears. He truly seemed excited about doing this again.
I had no problem with rimming Dylan, but he was squirming around much more than normal, which indicated he might be struggling to hold off his ejaculation. Since this seemed to be the case, I took pity on him and moved up to begin working on his penis. It was a good thing I did too, because he blew almost immediately and filled my mouth with his creamy load.
"Damn, I guess you were horny," I stated, as I let him calm down from his post orgasmic bliss.
I then did the same thing to Tyler, but I set a more leisurely pace with him. I took my time and rimmed him for a while first, before working my way up his perineum, over his scrotum and licking up the length of his fleshy pole before finishing him off. I had to warn Tyler to quiet down a few times, because I was afraid the other boys might hear him and realize what we were doing if they were still awake. I was also worried the noise might even wake them if they were already asleep, and I was convinced that would lead to lead to some awkward questions that I didn't want to answer. Tyler tried to honor my request, but he was still quite vocal, although not at the same volume as before. After he made his deposit in my mouth, I let him have a few minutes to come back to earth again, before we moved on to the next step.
"K, now it's time for you get on your back and pull your legs up," Dylan basically ordered me. "I'm going to rim you while Tyler kisses you."
I liked the idea of doing something with both of them at the same time and quickly did as they requested. Seeing it was Dylan's choice to rim me, it just proved to me what I'd already assumed, that he was very fond of this activity, both giving and receiving. While he was doing that, Tyler moved beside me and began to kiss me with a passion, or was it lust, that he hadn't showed in a while. At the same time, his hand was tweaking my nipples, thus making the experience even hotter.
When Dylan finished up, he and Tyler basically switched places, so Tyler could begin to suck on my cock, while Dylan moved up to take over for Tyler. Dylan did the same things to me that Tyler had done previously, while Tyler bobbed up and down on my erection. Much sooner than I wanted, I felt the churning in my testicles and the fluids began to rise up my shaft. Moments later, I was experiencing a mind blowing orgasm and filling Tyler's mouth with my thick, man cream.
The boys gave me a couple of minutes to regain my senses after my powerful release, but then Dylan made his wishes known to me again. "Will you do me another solid and do it to me again?" he whined, sounding almost desperate. "You saw how quick I jizzed the last time, so I know I'll be able to cum again, just not as fast this time."
After seeing the needy expression on his face and hearing the pleading quality in his voice, I agreed to do this for him. He quickly got into position again, but this time his actions weren't quite as animated as before. I eagerly rimmed him for several minutes this time, as I listened to him coo, purr and moan in appreciation. Then, I worked on his perineum, before I had him lower his legs so I could attack his scrotum and work my way back to his erect boyhood. This time I was able to take a much more leisurely approach to sucking him off, but I could tell he enjoyed it just as much, except he wasn't quite as needy as before.
I worked on Dylan for a fairly long time, as I slowly brought his boy juices to a slow boil again. Then, all of a sudden, it was like someone threw a switch and Dylan launched into an unexpected frenzy. He began forcibly thrusting his hips upward, into my mouth, which alerted me that he was on the verge of another release. His moaning had also become louder and I could hear the urgency in his groans too, as I tried to bring him off for the second time this evening. Finally, his body stiffened, his back arched off the mattress and he drove his penis deep inside my mouth, as he unleashed his next offering to my ministrations. As the last squirt hit the back of my throat, his body collapsed onto the mattress and then he barely moved for the next couple of minutes. If I hadn't been able to see his chest rising and falling with each breath he took I might have become worried, but instead I merely waited until he had recovered.
Since he'd been laying so still, Dylan nearly scared the crap out of me when he suddenly bolted upright, wrapped his arms around my neck and began to kiss me. "Thank you so much!" he gushed. "I really needed both of those and it was even more fantastic than usual. I really love you and I'm so glad me and Tyler were good friends so I got the chance to spend time with you too."
"Hey, I'm glad too and I'm pleased I could help," I replied, as he squeezed me even harder. He was obviously one grateful kid.
As soon as Dylan calmed down again, I cuddled with the two boys and we fell asleep. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was, sandwiched between this pair, and it didn't even feel as awkward as it once had. I'd finally come to accept that I was attracted to these two, although not quite in the same way, but I no longer had any hang-ups about what I was doing with them. It was what they wanted and I wasn't forcing them in any way. I was just giving them what they asked for, maybe even what they needed, at least for the time being.
We all slept really well until morning, when I suddenly found four more bodies sprawled on top of the bedding. Each one was as naked as the day he was born and they were all staring at me when I opened my eyes. Fortunately, Dylan and Tyler were still sound asleep and lying peacefully under the covers.
"Since Dylan and Tyler got to sleep with you last night, can we sleep with you tonight," Justin asked and I knew there was no way I could refuse him. I had to do this for them, seeing I'd been caught with the other pair, but nothing else would happen, other than sleeping together. I just wasn't sure how Dylan, Tyler and I had been caught, because I was fairly certain that I'd locked the bedroom door before we did anything the previous night.
"Yeah, I think we can do that," I finally replied, which got those four cheering. The noise woke up the older pair and they looked confused when they saw the other boys in with us. Luckily, the younger ones had no idea that we were naked too, and I didn't want them to find out, so I told them to go get dressed and head downstairs so I could fix everyone breakfast. As soon as they were gone, I look at Dylan and Tyler and spoke.
"It looks as if you two won't be able to sleep with me tonight, since the younger boys asked to do it after they'd discovered us together. I'm not sure how they got in here though, because I was positive I'd locked the bedroom door last night."
"Umm, that might be my fault," Dylan confessed. "My stomach hurt and woke me up last night, so I thought maybe I had to take a dump. I didn't want to do that in your bathroom and stink up the place, so I got up and used the other bathroom instead. I just had a lot of gas though and farted a lot, but I guess I forgot to lock the door again when I came back. I might have even left the door open. I'm sorry if I messed things up."
"It's not a big deal for me and the only one you messed anything up for was yourself. Now, you guys won't be able to sleep in here tonight," I stated. "It also means you'll have to take care of each other."
"You're not going to do anything with them, like you do with us, are you?" Dylan shot back, with his eyes wide.
"No they just want to sleep with me," I answered. "I would have thought you would know me better than that."
"Yeah, I do, but I just wanted to be sure, because Justin's been doing stuff with the other boys," he replied, sheepishly, while looking down at the covers. "I just thought maybe they had talked you into doing something like that with them too before we woke up, kinda like me and Tyler did when we first started." I was surprised that he had admitted this, so I wasn't in a hurry to let him off the hook.
"So you two planned that out, did you?" I teased, as the two of them began to look guilty. "Well they're not quite as devious as you guys or as experienced at plying me to get what they want." This comment caused both of them to blush slightly. "And they also haven't got the nice teen cocks that are just so suckable."
This temporarily caused Dylan and Tyler to look at me oddly for a few seconds, before their faces broke into a huge grin. Then, they glanced at each other quickly and exchanged nods, before they threw back the covers back and shook their morning wood at me.
"Hey, cut that out! The little ones might come back here and catch you doing that crap. Just grab you underwear and head into my bathroom, while I throw something on. I'll make sure the other boys are with me, so you guys can go over to Tyler's room and get dressed before joining us."
They agreed and did what I'd asked, as I hurriedly threw something on. The four younger boys were already downstairs when I got there and immediately let me know they were hungry. I quickly asked what they were in the mood for this morning and then began to fix it for them. Once everyone was fed, we had to decide what we were going to do for the day.
The younger group decided they wanted to watch cartoons first, but then they were going to play the baseball game that Justin and Dylan had given to Andrew for his birthday. Once the four younger boys had made up their minds, Tyler and Dylan told me they wanted me to go outside so I could start working with them on their basketball skills. I had no problem doing this, since they wouldn't be playing a game and Tyler wouldn't have to worry about unwanted contact.
Over the summer, I had been passing a garage sale and noticed there was a portable basketball hoop for sale. Since Tyler had told me previously that he and Dylan wanted to play basketball in the fall, I decided to stop and pick it up, so we'd have it for later. Since they had been so wrapped up in baseball at the time and then Tyler got shot, they hadn't noticed it. I'd merely stored it in the garage until we were ready for it, so now I hauled it out from where I had kept it, set it up and then filled the base with water to keep it from tipping over. Once that was set, I dug out the basketball I had stored with my things when I'd moved here from my apartment, while Tyler went to get another ball that he had. After making sure both balls were inflated properly, I took the boys outside to workout.
First, I had them stretch and loosen up, and then I watched as they began dribbling and making lay-ups. I told them that I wanted to see them drive hard, since it was what they'd have to do to score in a game, and then I critiqued their attempts. I also said I wanted to see them use their left hands to drive and shoot, since they were both right-handed. Their initial attempts with their off hands were somewhat pathetic and even comical, so I decided that I needed to work with them on this skill.
"That certainly wasn't very good," I commented, as I called them over to discuss things. "You're going to have to work on your left hand until you get a lot better than that."
"Hey it's hard because that's not the hand I use the most," Dylan replied as he gave me a dirty look.
"I know, but you have to learn to use your left hand nearly as well as your right, if you want to make it harder for someone to defend against you," I began. "If you're going to be a guard, it will make you more effective if you can use either hand and go both ways, so I'm going to break the skill down into its basic parts so you can work your way up to doing this."
To begin with, I merely had them place the basketball in their left hand and get used to banking it off the backboard and putting it in the hoop. After they'd done that for a while, I had them lift their left knee when they were shooting the ball, to get them into the habit. When they got used to doing that, I had them take a single step with their right leg and push off with it, elevating their body off the ground as they lifted their left knee and shot the ball. When they were both comfortable doing this, I had them dribble a couple of steps with their left hand and then finish off doing those things we'd just practiced until they were able to make a left-handed lay-up. After working on this for nearly an hour, they began to get slightly more proficient at it.
"That's much better, but you still have a lot of work to do before you master this skill," I advised them.
"Yeah, but we've gotten a lot better and I can see why you said we had to be able to do this," Tyler responded. "It might even be the thing that will help us make the cut for the team."
"It's hard, but we're going to keep working on it until we can do it as good as with our right hands," Dylan chimed in.
"Now that's a great attitude," I quipped back.
After we finished doing that, I had them practice their passing skills. We worked on the two-handed chest pass first, making it with the palms facing outward on the follow through and the thumbs pointing down. When they'd done that for a while, we moved on to the two-handed overhead pass, the two-handed bounce pass, the bounce pass using one hand and then the other, the dribble pass with either hand and then the baseball pass.
"Dang, I thought I already knew how to pass, but I learned a lot doing this," Dylan observed. "I'm glad Tyler talked you into helping us."
"If we listen to Uncle Blake and do what he tells us, then we'll be just as good at basketball as we were at baseball," Tyler mused.
"You two are good athletes, so you can do just about anything you set your minds to, if you're willing to work hard," I assured them and I meant every word.
Now that they were doing fairly well at those things, I started working with them on their overall dribbling skills. Besides dribbling with either hand, I had them practice the stop-and-go dribble, the crossover dribble and the reverse dribble, but I also made sure they were protecting the ball from potential defenders at the same time. When we finished doing this, both boys were fairly winded, but Tyler in particular. He was slightly out of shape after his layoff, so he would need to work at rebuilding his stamina, and we called it quits for now and went inside.
They didn't want to shower yet, because they wanted to go out again a little later, so they went to see what the younger boys were up to. While they were doing that, I started making lunch, because it was nearly noon. Once the boys were fed, I agreed to watch some Little League games with them and we spent some time packed together like sardines on the sofa. After we'd done that for a while, Dylan and Tyler wanted to go back outside so they could work on basketball again, so I agreed to go with them. The younger group stayed inside and watched a few more of the Little League games on TV, as they fantasized that they were part of the action.
After spending a little time working on the same things we'd done earlier, I started having the pair do some static ball drills. That's where they moved the ball from hand to hand as they guided it in circles around their ankles, then around their knees and finally around their waist. After that, I had them do it around one leg and then the other, before doing a figure-8 around both legs.
"Why are we doing this?" Tyler wanted to know. "It doesn't really have anything to do with playing basketball and is just show off type stuff."
"Yeah, you might see the Harlem Globetrotters doing things like this, but how will it make us better players?" Dylan chimed in.
"Doing these drills helps to build good hand-eye coordination and improves your ball control skills at the same time," I advised them. "You may not do any of these things during a game, but it makes you more familiar with handling a basketball so you don't have to watch it, but it also helps to improve your quickness."
"Ok, since you're usually right about this stuff, we'll do it if that's what you want," Tyler conceded.
After we finished doing those exercises, I thought it was time to work on something else. "The next thing I'm going to teach you is the jump-stop," I announced. "It will prove effective in many different situations, but right now we'll concentrate on using it off the dribble to help you open up space to make a pass or take a shot.
"When coming to a jump-stop, you begin with a slight hop and then both feet have to land simultaneously, like this," I stated, as I demonstrated what I meant. "If you do it correctly, then you can use either foot as your pivot foot. If you have one foot land before the other then the foot that landed first would become your pivot foot. If you tried to use the other foot instead, the ref would call you for a travel."
I demonstrated the correct technique several times and then had the boys practice until they got it down. I emphasized how being able to use either foot as a pivot foot would be a huge advantage, especially if they were stopped on a drive and needed to find a way to make a pass or get off a shot.
Once we'd finished with that, I start working with them on their shooting skills. First, I made sure they were getting in the correct shooting stance.
"To become good at shooting the basketball and scoring, you have to remember certain things," I began. "First, you have to start with your feet about shoulder width apart and your knees slightly bent. The ball should be resting on the fingertips of your shooting hand and the other hand, the guide hand, should be on the side of the basketball for control." I had them practice doing this for a couple of minutes, without releasing the ball.
"That is the first part of what my old coach called the 'beef' system of good shooting and you just learned that the 'b' stands for balance," I explained. "The first 'e' is for eyes, in that they should be focused on a spot about an inch above the front rim, because you can't shoot effectively unless you see the target." After I saw both boys nod their understanding, I moved on.
"The second 'e' is for elbow. It should be tucked in close to the chest, so you aren't 'chicken winging' the ball, and your wrist should be lined up directly above your lower arm." I had them practice getting the ball into shooting position over and over, but still without releasing it.
"The 'f' is for the follow through, or what my old coach liked to call the 'limp wrist' method. If you follow through correctly, the fingers of your shooting hand should end up pointing down at the ground, because this will put the appropriate backspin on the ball. A good follow through will put enough backspin on the shot so you have a better chance of getting a favorable bounce if your shot is slightly off target and this increases your chances that the ball will still go through the hoop. The only other thing you have to remember is making sure you have a good arc on the shot, which will give it a better chance of dropping through the net." I then demonstrated what I meant by a good arc, but I also demonstrated what not to do and explained why.
When they had all of that down and everything looked good, I had them practice foul shots for a while. I told them to alternate taking two shots each and then keep rotating back and forth until they had taken 20 shots in total. I kept track of how many shots they made and continued to correct their mistakes. After I told them how they'd done, I decided to have them work on getting ready to shoot directly off of a pass.
"When you're receiving a pass, you should use the jump-stop technique we worked on earlier as you move to catch the ball, because it will make it more difficult for your defender to guard you," I explained, while demonstrating what I meant. "By using the jump-stop and the things you learned in the 'b' step of the 'beef' system, your body will already be aligned so you're already in what is called the 'triple threat' position. It gets this name because you're immediately in position to pass, shoot or dribble the ball, which makes you a triple threat." I then passed the ball to them several times and made sure they used the jump-stop and were in the correct stance before we continued.
"Now, I'm going to pass the ball to you and I want you to take the shot as soon as you catch it," I told them. I then passed the ball to first one and then the other, so they could practice doing this.
"This time I'll pass one of you the ball, but after you catch it I want you to make a good pass to the other one, who will be on the opposite side of the court," I stated and then we worked on that for a while.
"This time I'm going to pass you the ball, but I want you to immediately drive to the hoop for a lay-up. We'll start by having you drive right-handed and the next time left-handed." After doing that a few times each, I changed it up slightly. "Now, I'm going to pass you the ball, but when I do I'll yell 'pass', 'dribble right', 'dribble left' or 'shoot'. I want you to immediately do whatever I've just called out.
After working on that for several more minutes, I felt we'd done enough for one day, so we went inside and I sent them upstairs to shower. They wanted me to go with them, but I told them I hadn't worked as hard as they had, so I'd take my shower later with the younger boys.
"But we won't be able to sleep with you again tonight," Dylan grumbled, since he remembered that I'd promised the little ones they could sleep with me instead.
"Yeah, didn't we work hard enough for a reward," Tyler followed, as he flashed me his patented look. Dylan caught on to what Tyler was doing and was soon mimicking his partner in crime.
"Come on! We deserve something for working so hard," Dylan added.
"Ok, I'll give you twenty minutes to shower and then I'll come upstairs, but first I want to get things out for dinner," I relented. "It will only be for a quick blowjob each, because I don't have time to do more than that."
"Ok, I suppose that will do," Tyler stated and Dylan agreed.
When I got up to the bedroom a short time later, they were both sprawled out on the bed waiting for me. After I closed and locked the door, I went over to join them.
"Whose first?" I asked, simply.
"Tyler can go first this time," Dylan offered, so I crawled between Tyler's legs.
Since I didn't want to take very long doing this, in case the other boys came looking to see where I was, I just lowered my mouth over his penis and began sucking on it to get him hard. His body reacted very quickly to what I was doing and he firmed up, so I began nodding up and down on his shaft to bring him off. It seemed to take slightly longer than I'd expected, maybe because there had been no foreplay, but he eventually surrendered his load. As soon as I'd sucked it all down, I moved over and got into position to do the same thing to Dylan.
He was already stimulated from watching me work on Tyler, so this probably wasn't going to take as long. I quickly swallowed his shaft and began bobbing up and down on it, much to Dylan's delight. He was matching my efforts and thrusting his penis into my throat, and then a few minutes later he was gracing me with his own creamy load. As soon as I'd sucked down the last drop, I got up and prepared to leave. I told both boys to get dressed and then join us downstairs, because dinner would be ready in about forty minutes.
After they'd thanked me for doing this for them, they promised they would do as I'd asked, so I went into the master bath and looked into the mirror, so I could check for any residue before getting a drink. Then, I headed back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.
After we ate, I settled in with all of the boys in the family room to watch another Little League game. Before it started, I felt I should apologize to the younger boys. "Hey, I'm sorry that I didn't spend much time with you today. I hope you're not mad at me."
"No way!" Marcus shot back. "We had a blast playing the baseball game."
"It was a lot of fun and I'm glad Justin and Dylan got it for me," Andrew added.
"We were fine and we're just happy being here, but we're going to spend time with you later too," Justin followed.
"Yeah, we still want you to shower with us and then we're gonna sleep with you," Ethan offered, as the other three began nodding their heads in agreement.
"Ok, I will do that with you," I agreed and then we focused on the television screen.
When the game ended, I went upstairs with the little ones and took them into the shower. After I'd finished washing each one, I quickly did the same to myself, as the boys were getting out to dry off and brush their teeth. As soon as I exited the shower stall, each boy reminded me that we were all going to sleep together. I was wondering how they were planning to do this when Marcus announced what they had agreed too.
"Me and Ethan told Justin and Andrew that they could sleep next to you tonight, since they don't get the chance much. But then next weekend you got let me and Ethan sleep with you again, when they aren't here with us."
"And we're going to do it like this," Justin announced while pointing at his body, meaning they wanted to sleep naked with me. This temporarily caught me by off guard, but then I realized it would be no worse than what I'd just done with them.
"I think that can probably be arranged, but no fooling around," I relented, which elicited a grin from each of them.
We quickly got into bed the way they'd arranged it, but not before I gave each one a kiss and wished him sweet dreams. Justin and Andrew quickly snuggled up against me, but I was mildly surprised when Justin rolled onto his side and placed his arm across my chest, before draping his leg over mine. I could feel his little penis pressed against my thigh, just below my boxer briefs, but it was flaccid. For that reason, I didn't say anything and we all slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up Sunday morning with the four youngest boys still sleeping beside me. Justin was cuddled against my side, the same way he was when we went to sleep, but I could feel his morning erection pressing against my leg. There was no way I was going to get out of bed without waking him or the others, since there were two boys on either side of me, so I merely laid there and watched the boys sleep. Justin must have felt me moving around a bit as I turned my head and moved my body slightly when I did this. My leg might have even rubbed against his erect penis, although not intentionally, but something woke him up.
"Hi," he greeted me, when he saw me looking at him. "Thank you for letting me sleep with you. I slept really good."
"I'm glad, but I think you need to get up and use the toilet," I offered, which caused him to look at me strangely. He didn't catch on at first, but then it suddenly dawned on him what I meant.
"Oh, yeah. It does that in the morning," he agreed, while giving me a goofy grin.
After saying this, he pushed down the covers and started to get up, which woke Marcus too. Justin stopped momentarily, to give his buddy time to wake up as well, and remained next to me with his erection jutting in the air. After Marcus stretched and yawned for a bit, he pushed the covers down too and exposed a similar condition. Once the boys noticed each other's erections, they giggled for a few seconds, got out of bed and raced into the hallway on their way to the toilet. Once they were gone, I got up and did the same thing, only I headed into the master bathroom.
It didn't take long after I got out of bed before Andrew and Ethan woke up as well, so I told each of the boys to get dressed and then head downstairs, while I went to start breakfast. Before long, they were all standing next to me asking how long it was going to take before things were ready. I told them it was just about done, so I asked them to set the table, which they did really quickly. Then, they waited for me to bring the food in.
Those four were nearly done eating when the older pair finally stumbled into the kitchen. "We smelled the food and it woke us up when our stomachs started to growl," Dylan grumbled, as he and Tyler took their seats.
I got up and went out to warm up their breakfast, before coming back and scooping it onto their plates. I think they inhaled it, because I don't remember seeing either of them chew, but the nourishment slowly brought them back to life. I only realized this because they asked if there was more to eat, so I told them it wouldn't take long to whip up a little extra, which they wanted me to do. When they were finally full, I asked the boys what they wanted to do today.
"Will you take us to the park for a while?" Marcus asked. I then looked around the table and saw the other three youngest were nodding their heads in agreement.
"Sure, I can do that," I agreed. "How about you two?" I followed looking at Tyler and Dylan, since they hadn't made any sign that they agreed.
"I think we'll just stay here and work on the things you taught us yesterday," Tyler answered. "When you get back you can teach us something new."
"Ok, that sounds like a plan," I concurred, which pleased both groups.
After everyone was dressed, the younger boys and I hopped in the Outback and took off for the park. Even though we had slept a little later than normal this morning, it was still fairly early when we arrived at the park, but it didn't bother my group and they hurried off to play on the equipment. At various times, I pushed them on the swings or spun them around on the manual merry-go-round, but mostly I just watched them play and have a good time. After we had been there for a while, some other kids that the boys knew showed up, so they spent some time playing with them for awhile too. They continued doing this until it started to get hot out and then the boys began to run out of steam. After they'd said goodbye to their friends and got in the wagon with me, we returned home.
When we arrived there, Dylan and Tyler were still practicing, but they were ready to call it quits for the time being too. Shortly after we went inside, Marcus and Justin came up to me and asked a question.
"Will you work with us on basketball too," Justin wanted to know, with Marcus looking on. "We want to learn how to play good too."
"Sure, I can help you with that as well, but you're not quite ready to do some of the things your brothers are doing," I replied.
"Why not?" Marcus demanded. "They haven't played before and are just starting out too."
"That may be true, but you haven't got the size or the strength that they have, so you will be doing things slightly different from the way they do it," I responded. "You might be able to learn some of the proper techniques by watching what I do with them and listening to what I say, but you probably aren't ready to do those things yourself." After thinking about this briefly, they finally agreed.
"Ok, but you'll teach us some stuff too, won't you?" Justin pressed, hoping I'd agree.
"Yes, I'm willing to do that for you," I confirmed. They were happy, but now they wanted to know when.
"Why don't we take it easy for a while, since we just got back, and then I'll work with you guys a little later," I offered. "I'll help your brothers after that and you can stay to watch and listen to what I do with them as well, if you want."
They seemed agreeable, so we went into the family room to enjoy some more of the Little League World Series games on TV. After doing that for a while, I told Justin and Marcus we could head outside and start working on their basketball skills if they were ready.
"Hey, what about us?" Tyler shouted, slightly upset. "I thought you were going to help us again."
"I will, after I've worked with them for a while," I responded. "We still have time before Justin and Dylan have to go home." That seemed to unruffle his feathers slightly, so I took the other pair out with me first.
"We'll start out by working on your dribbling," I began. "You dribble using your fingertips and I want you to keep the ball from bouncing higher than your waist. I also want you to keep your head up while you're dribbling, so you're looking at me and not the ball."
"That's hard," Marcus griped after he'd worked on it for a brief time and I'd reminded him over and over again to do it without focusing on the basketball.
"It is, but you have to learn to do it this way if you want to be any good," I explained. "If you can dribble without looking at the ball, then you'll be able to see if the other players are open, as well as spot when you have a chance to score."
I continued working with them on perfecting their technique, since we had two basketballs, and I corrected them whenever they were guilty of committing an infraction, such as a double-dribble, palming or a carrying violation. After we'd done this for a while, I worked with them on their passing techniques next, similar to what I'd done with the older pair. I just had to allow them some leeway when doing this, since they didn't have the strength their brothers had and their hands were smaller.
"What about shooting?" Justin asked, once we'd finished the passing drills. "I want to be able to score too."
"That's another area that will be slightly different from how I taught your brothers," I offered. "Since you don't have the strength, for the time being your shots will probably start at your waist, so you can use the upward momentum to lift the ball above the rim. For now, just work on focusing on the target and learning to judge the distance. Let's start in close and work on banking the shot for lay-ups first and then we'll start moving slightly farther away."
We did this until they started to get tired, so I went in to get the older pair next. Marcus and Justin stuck around and listened to what I taught them, since they'd eventually have to learn these things too. After I watched Dylan and Tyler run through the skills I'd worked with them on the previous day, I also made sure that Marcus and Justin took note of how to jump-stop, before I was ready to show the older pair something new.
I felt this might be a good time to teach them the proper way to set a pick, since it's a fundamental team skill. First, I explained that when you are setting a pick, you do it close to the person you were trying to pick off, without running or bumping into him. I then told them that they had to be set before the defender was brushed off using the screen and they weren't allowed to lean or move after getting into position, otherwise they'd be called for a foul.
Then, I explained the proper technique for the other person to rub off his defender when utilizing the pick. I stated that the player should almost brush shoulders with the person setting the screen and this would ensure there wouldn't be enough space for the defender to squeeze through between them. It would also give the person time to get open to receive a pass if he didn't already have the ball, an opportunity to dribble past his defender or free him up to score. I demonstrated this technique several times, both setting and using the pick, until I felt they understood.
I then used all four boys, putting two on offense and two on defense, to practice this skill. I rotated them around so they got to do each step, and once they seemed to understand how this worked, I taught them the pick and roll play next. It was the next logical progression and one of the most fundamental plays in basketball. After I'd demonstrated how the pick and roll worked, I had them practice it until they were getting fairly good doing it, and then I decided to call it a day.
"We'll pick up from here next time, but you can practice those things on your own before then. You can do it at home, since there will always be two of you, but we'll also do it here the next time we're all together again. Now, it's time for Justin and Dylan to grab their things so I can take them home."
When we went inside, I told Andrew to get his stuff too and then I had all three get into the car, so I could drop them off at their house. They thanked me for the fun weekend and said they couldn't wait to stay with us again.
The school week was fairly uneventful, since the boys would arrive home from school and do their homework first, before I'd allow them to do anything else. A few times I had to sit down with one of them to explain something he was having difficulty with at the time, but for the most part they did their work without any help from me. I would merely scan over their assignments after they had finished them, but it was just to make sure they'd completed their assignment and hadn't been careless. I wasn't, however, going to correct every problem or do their work for them.
That weekend, the Cochrans were going to have the boys stay at their place, since they'd all been with me the weekend before. Don told them he'd take them to the high school football game too, but I was grateful that he asked if I wanted to go with them. I wasn't sure if he did this for the moral support or for the adult conversation, but it didn't matter. I accepted his offer and went along with them, just so I wasn't alone. Unfortunately, that only took care of Friday night.
I dreaded it when the boys weren't with me, because the house always seemed so big and empty when they were away. I not only missed them terribly, but I quickly became bored as well. It would stay like that until they returned home, so I needed to find something else to occupy my time until then. What made the situation even worse was that the college football season wasn't officially starting until the following week and nothing else on TV grabbed my attention, so I was kind of limited on what else I could do.
Saturday was rapidly leaving me lonely and frustrated, so I tried to focus my attention on what I might be able to do for Dylan and Justin on their birthdays, since I had already done something special for Andrew. Not having the others here certainly gave me plenty of time to check out various possibilities, so I started doing a little research. Unfortunately, nothing jumped out at me right away and I kept searching for something appropriate I'd be able to do with them.
I can't tell you how pleased I was when Sunday afternoon rolled around and the Cochrans brought the boys home again. I spoke with Don and Cherie briefly after they arrived and they told me how the boys had behaved and what they'd done, but I was sure I would hear all about it from my three later. I politely thanked Cherie and Don for what they'd done and told them the following weekend the boys could all stay with me again.
After we ate, Marcus and Ethan reminded me they hadn't been able to sleep with me like they'd planned, because they'd been away. That's when I told them they could sleep with me tonight, so I'd be able to keep my promise. They were thrilled by my offer and cuddled up against me later, as content as two puppies in a litter.
The school week went pretty much the same as the previous one, since the boys were busy with their schoolwork each night. During the week, Tyler informed me that the varsity football team had an away game this week and the school they were playing wasn't exactly close by, so that wasn't going to be an option for something to do with them. Fortunately, there would be college games on TV Thursday night, Friday night and all day Saturday, so we had that option instead. Thank goodness the college season was getting underway.
Friday night, the boys were all waiting for me when I got home from work, since they rode home with my three on the buses. I was really glad to see them again, although I was somewhat surprised that Dylan and Tyler followed me to my bedroom when I went upstairs to change.
"What's up, fellas?" I asked, sensing something was on their minds.
"I want to ask you a big favor, Uncle Blake," Dylan announced, looking very serious. "I want to have a sleep over party for my birthday, so Tyler and my other friends can spend the night, but I know my parents probably won't want to do it. It wouldn't be as much fun doing it at my house either, so I was wondering if you'd let me have my party here instead?" I looked at him momentarily before I responded.
"Don't you think your parents will want to have your party at home?" I asked, looking at him dubiously. "How do you think they will react if you tell them you want to have it here?"
"I was hoping that if you were the one who suggested it to them, then they might be ok with the idea," he offered. "It's the week we're all supposed to be staying at our house, so they can still have Marcus, Ethan and Andrew stay there with Justin. It will also help you, because then you won't have to worry about the other boys seeing anything they shouldn't this time."
"Why? What are you planning to do that they shouldn't see?" I followed, slightly concerned.
"Nothing really, but you know what happens when a bunch of horny guys our age get together," he answered, while emitting a nervous giggle. "I want to invite the guys in our grade that we played baseball with and they'll remember what we did at Tyler's party and might want to do some of it again. I thought I'd ask a few other guys too, like the ones that said they were going to try out for the basketball team, so we could get to know them better. I want our basketball team to be as tight as our baseball team was."
"Tyler won't be fully released from the doctor's restrictions by then, so we can't have any rough housing if I agree to do this," I pointed out.
"Come on! It will be just a few days until October and that's when the doctor said I could pretty much do everything again," Tyler whined, trying to change my mind. "It will be less than a week away, so I'm sure it won't make that much of a difference." I had to think about this for a few seconds first, before I was ready to respond.
"We might be able to figure out a few things that will be fun for you to do and won't put Tyler at risk," I concurred. "I take it you're hoping I'll speak with your parents about this when I take you home on Sunday?"
"Yeah, if you would," Dylan agreed. "That way I'll know if I can start inviting people or not, or if I have to figure out something lame to do at home."
"I'm sure your parents wouldn't appreciate hearing you phrase it quite that way," I pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, but it's true," he grumbled. "The only way this party will be any fun is if I can have it here. Mom and Dad can come over when we have the cake and ice cream and do stuff like that, but the sleepover has to be here."
"Ok, I'll ask your parents, but it will totally be up to them," I warned. "When were you planning to have your party?"
"The 25th and 26th, since my birthday's on the 27th," he quickly responded. "That's how me and Tyler figured out it was the weekend that my parents would have had Tyler, Marcus and Ethan staying with us. This way, those guys can still do that, but me and Tyler will be here with you."
Suddenly, this idea was sounding better, since I wouldn't be all alone that weekend if we did this. "Ok, I'll suggest it when I take you boys home," I concurred, which caused Dylan to leap into the air and pump his fist a couple of times, before he wrapped his arms around my body and gave me a tremendous squeeze. Then he kissed me, rather aggressively too.
"Ok, I know you're happy, but you need to calm down a little. It will still be up to your parents, so nothing is set yet," I reminded him. "Now, let me finish changing and then I'll come down to join you boys for the rest of the night."
They agreed and when I got downstairs I decided I wasn't really in the mood to cook, so I asked the boys if they wanted Chinese or a pizza. Of course, they wanted pizza, so I called and ordered two large pizzas for delivery and then went into the kitchen to fix everyone a bowl of salad to go with it.
After we finished eating, the boys decided that since we weren't going to the high school game that they'd watch a college game with me instead. Therefore, we all filed into the family room and I turned on the TV. Once I'd located the channel with the game, Ethan sat on one side and Justin and Marcus sat on the other side of me on the couch, while Andrew climbed onto my lap. Dylan and Tyler sat of the floor, on either side of my legs, as we became immersed in the action.
When the game ended, Marcus made an unexpected comment. "We talked it over earlier and want to see if this is ok with you," he stated, and I immediately concluded he was talking about Justin, Andrew, Ethan and himself when he'd said 'we'. "Dylan and Tyler can stay with you tonight, but Justin and Andrew want to sleep with you tomorrow. Then, you can sleep with me and Ethan on Sunday again. Is that alright with you?"
As I glanced around the room, I quickly noticed the shocked expressions on Tyler and Dylan's faces, since I think they felt they'd be with me both nights. I didn't see any way I could deny Marcus' request though, unless I told all of the boys that I was sleeping alone each night. If I did that, I would be punishing myself more than any of them, so I decided to go along with the request.
"Ok, I don't see a problem doing that," I replied, which brought an immediate smile to the faces of the four youngest boys. The same was not true for Dylan and Tyler, however, because they still had this incredulous look on their faces as they wondered how they had just been out maneuvered.
After I sent the four little ones upstairs to get ready to shower, I just glanced at the older pair and made a quick comment. "I think this goes back to last weekend when they joined us in my bedroom on Saturday morning."
That basically let them know this was partially their fault, since Dylan had failed to lock my bedroom door after using the other toilet during the night. Each of their faces was covered with this dejected expression, as I turned to go upstairs and get ready for my next duty.
The little ones were in a really good mood when I got there, since they had just scored a major coup. I washed each one of them, but since it was getting a little tight in the stall with all of us in there together, I decided to broach another topic.
"Fellas, we might have to start doing this in pairs," I informed them. "I don't know if you are getting bigger or if I'm just getting fatter, but this seems to be getting more crowded lately."
"We're getting bigger," Andrew shouted, since he wanted to let me know they were all growing up.
"And you're getting fatter too," Marcus teased, before releasing a giggle. Seeing I'd just been offended, I reached over and began to tickle him to get even. As he started flailing around, the others ended up getting kicked and bumped, which elicited another comment.
"Yeah, it really is getting crowded in here," Marcus stated, as he broke free from my grip, opened the door of the shower stall and escaped.
"We can do it like we did before, when we took baths," Ethan suggested, since the rest of us were still there. "Me and Andrew can go first, then Marcus and Justin, and you can shower with Dylan and Tyler last."
"Ok, that's sounds as if it might be the best way," I agreed. "I really liked doing this with the four of you together, because it saved time, but you're no longer little boys that will fit in here with me."
"We'll still get naked together and then the ones you aren't washing can watch from outside," Justin suggested, since he didn't want to miss seeing all of the boy meat.
"Ok, we'll do it like that then," I confirmed.
This brought a smile to each of their faces. Not only was I going to continue showering with them, but I'd also basically agreed that they were all growing up and not little kids any longer. After they'd each dried off and brushed their teeth, I tucked them in bed, kissed them goodnight and bid them sweet dreams. Then, I went back to my room, only to discover the other pair waiting for me.
"This kind of sucks, because now we won't be able to do stuff with you both nights," Dylan grumbled. "Would you do both of us tonight before we go to sleep and then again when we wake up in the morning? That way it won't be so bad."
"Dang! Nothing like making demands," I joked, as I eyed their reaction.
"We're not demanding," Dylan snapped back. "I only asked, because I don't like for there to be a long time before I can do stuff with you again."
"I kind of figured that, but you two can still do these things with each other tomorrow night," I reminded them.
"Yeah, that's nice too, but we both really like doing it with you best," Dylan confessed, as his face reddened slightly. "I guess you just do it better or something, but I always feel better when you help me out, than when me and Tyler do it to each other." As he finished saying this, I spied Tyler out of the corner of my eye nodding his head in agreement.
Well, that was a boost to my ego, but it also let me know that they weren't about to wean themselves from doing this anytime soon. It's not that I wanted them to, because I've been looking forward to these encounters as much as they had, but I also knew all good things must eventually come to an end. Since that wasn't going to be tonight, I chased them into the master bath so we could take our shower and then get the party started, so to speak.
Since they obviously both preferred to have me take care of their needs, I merely asked who was going first. Dylan immediately said he was, since Tyler went first the last time. Once he was ready, I attacked his body like a hungry jackal that hadn't eaten in weeks. He was thrashing about, squealing and moaning in delight, as I first rimmed him and then latched onto his penis like a greedy calf at its mother's udder. After I'd drained him of all of the juices his body had just produced, I let his penis slip from between my lips and watched as it plopped down against his belly. It looked as if it was completely siphoned of life, as well as drained of its juices. It was certainly much different than the blood engorged organ that had first awaited my attention.
As soon as he was satisfied, I moved over to Tyler and began working on him next. He was already slightly aroused from having watched the show Dylan and I had just put on, so I didn't waste any time getting started. Tyler was just as reactive and animated as Dylan had been when I rimmed him, and by the time I got to his pride and joy he was making it known that he was enjoying this attention just as much too. He was mirroring my every action and was an active participant, not merely a passive partner. His body was bouncing up and down on the mattress, similar but not quite as acrobatic as a circus performer on a trampoline. However, after a few minutes of this energetic activity, he whitewashed my tonsils with his alabaster juices and I drank them down like a thirsty man who'd been lost in the desert for several days.
Now that it was my turn to be serviced, Tyler had me get on all fours so he could rim me while Dylan crawled under my body and sucked me off. The little bugger had opted to do it this way, like we were doing a sixty-nine, so his groin was right below my head. After I noticed him dramatically thrusting his hips into the air a few times, I got the message that he wanted me to help him get off again. I was wondering if he'd even be able to ejaculate again this quickly, but I still leaned down, took his penis into my mouth and began sucking on it. Even though I released my load first, Dylan still managed to cum in my mouth and enjoyed his second orgasm in about a half-hour.
"Hey, that's not fair," Tyler whined when he realized what had just happened. I merely turned and shrugged my shoulders in response, while Dylan giggled.
"I didn't ask him to do it," he protested.
"No, he merely tried to spear my face with his penis while he was working on me," I offered in jest, which caused Dylan to burst out laughing.
"Ok, maybe I did do that," he meekly confessed after a brief delay, "but I didn't ask him to suck me off again."
"Maybe not in words, but your actions spoke volumes," I countered, which caused him to giggle again.
"Can I get you to do it to me again too?" Tyler followed, while looking at me with hope-filled eyes.
"So I'm doing you two twice tonight, instead of tomorrow morning?" I offered, just to see their reactions.
"NO!" they both shouted.
"This is just a bonus, because you love us so much and you're such a great guy!" Dylan stated, while fluttering his eyelids at me coyly.
"Damn, if this keeps up we're going to have to shovel all of the manure out of the room first, before we'll be able to go to sleep," I joked and both of the boys gave me dirty looks.
"We're not spewing crap," Tyler responded. "Dylan meant every word and I do too, because we know you love us as much as we love you and you ARE a really great guy!"
"Ok, enough of this before I lapse into a diabetic coma from all this sugary flattery," I added, tongue-in-cheek. "But seeing I sucked Dylan off twice, I guess I should do the same for you too, if you want."
"I do!" Tyler shouted, as he got into position for me to service him again.
As I was working on Tyler for the second time, he and Dylan started kissing, which helped get Tyler's juices boiling and sped up the process a little. We were all tired and didn't want to stay up too late, because they were still hoping I'd do this with them again when we woke up. That meant we'd have to be up before the other boys, because if the little ones were awake first then there would be no way I could do anything with this pair again.
As soon as Tyler busted another nut and his penis had given me its creamy filling, we went to wipe off, pee and get a drink next, before we cuddled together in bed. They each kissed me on the cheek before they got settled in, as another thank you for what we'd just done. I don't think it took any of us very long before we fell into a very restful slumber.
Surprise, surprise! Dylan woke up first and then reached across my body and nudged Tyler until he opened his eyes too. Since neither boy wanted to wake me directly, they merely hopped in and out of bed and made trips back and forth to the master bath until I finally woke up too.
"I'm sorry. Did we bother you and wake you up?" Dylan asked, in mock concern.
"Yep, just like you intended," I shot back, to let him know he wasn't fooling anyone.
"Come on. Can you blame us?" Dylan wondered aloud. "We knew we had to do this before the other boys started knocking on the door and wanting breakfast or we'd lose out."
"Just as long as you don't mind if I doze off while I'm helping you with basketball then," I countered, not giving an inch.
Since that's what they wanted, I sucked both of them off quickly, because we were pretty sure we didn't have much time. It was merely a wham, bam, thank you man and we were done. I didn't even ask them to return the favor, and as soon as they had each released their load, I sent them across the hall to get dressed, while I did the same.
We then went downstairs together and I started getting things together for breakfast, but none of the others came down until about forty minutes later. In between, I had to listen to the this pair whine.
"We could have taken our time and you could have rimmed us too," Dylan groaned. "Why did you make us hurry?"
"We could have even done you again too," Tyler added, just as upset as his buddy.
"Or there might have been a knock on the door and we would have had to stop in the middle of everything," I offered, presenting another alternative. "Even though I didn't know they were planning anything, I have a feeling those boys must have stayed up and fooled around with each other after I'd put them to bed. Either that or they were just really tired."
"Dang! I wish I knew about this stuff when I was their age, because I never got to do anything like this until Tyler's birthday party," Dylan observed.
"Yeah, they are getting a much earlier start than we did," Tyler agreed, as he silently wished he was able to travel back in time.
When the other boys eventually joined us, I fed them too and then we planned our day. There were more college football games on TV, like all day long, so we found out when UGA (the University of Georgia) was playing and scheduled our other activities around that. Since the four older boys wanted me to work with them on basketball again, Andrew and Ethan agreed to stay in the family room and watch cartoons. I think Justin and Marcus were tempted to join them, but they didn't and went outside with us instead.
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