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Installment 29
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
57 - Many
Plans.
When I finally took the four older boys outside to work on their basketball skills Saturday morning, it was still quite early. That meant it hadn't had time to get extremely hot outside yet, which was good. We started out by going over everything I'd worked on with them so far, with the younger pair doing as much as they could while we worked our way through the drills. When it became apparent they couldn't do all of the same things, I gave each pair one of the basketballs and let them do as much as they could. That's when Dylan made a suggestion.
"What if I ask my mom and dad to buy me and Justin basketballs for our birthday, seeing the ball we have at home really sucks? Then we could bring them with us when we stay over and we'd each have a basketball to use. That would speed things up and we could get more done."
"Yeah, and then we'd have good basketballs that we could use at home too, because that other one isn't good for shooting hoops. It is way too bouncy, like a playground ball," Justin offered.
"Well that would be between you and your parents, but it sounds like a good idea to me," I agreed. "We could definitely get more done if you each had a ball to use, rather than sharing."
"And maybe we could get Dad to buy us a hoop too," Justin suggested.
"If not a portable hoop like the one here, then maybe just a backboard with a hoop on it that he can hang from the garage," Dylan added. "We can tell Dad that we want to play basketball and get really good at it, so having our own hoop would help a lot, since they don't like for us to go to the park alone."
"That certainly might work," I agreed, as we started working on the drills again.
Once we had gone through everything, I decided to work on defensive fundamentals next. I felt we'd spent enough time on the offensive side for now, so this would be a good change for them. After I demonstrated a good defensive stance and had them practice it, I started to explain the principles of how to play defense.
"Ok, now we'll work on individual defensive skills," I explained, as the four of them looked at me. "Defense is played mostly with your feet and your head, meaning your brain. You use your feet to beat your man to the spot where he wants to go and cut him off, while your hands should be ready to block or intercept passes or shots. If you use your head, you'll remember whether the guy you're defending likes to go to his right or left and then you can overplay him slightly to that side and try to force him to go the other way, meaning where he has less confidence and most likely will be less successful."
Once I'd finished explaining this, I demonstrated what I meant by playing defense against each of the boys. Then I had them do this against each other, working in pairs and switching back and forth from offense to defense. When they had this down fairly well, I decided to move on to playing the man without the ball.
"When you play on a team, the man you're guarding won't always have the ball, so you'll need to know how to play him when another player has the basketball instead," I explained. "First of all, you'll need to position yourself using the 'triangle' method. The man with the ball is the first point of the triangle and the man you're defending is the second, so you become the third. You always position yourself so you can see both your man and the basketball, and that way you'll be ready to cut off a pass or help out a teammate. How close you stay to your man will depend on how far away he is from the ball."
I then moved the boys around to demonstrate what I meant by this. As soon as I thought they had the idea, I had one of them play defense on one of the others, while the rest of us passed the ball back and forth. The defensive man had to readjust his position as the ball changed hands and I'd correct him whenever he messed up. This process was very time consuming, since I had to keep stopping and correcting the defensive player, while explaining what he'd done wrong, which meant we were at this for quite a while. When I finally felt the boys understood this skill fairly well, I decided to end the session for now and led them inside. They wiped off the sweat and used the bathroom to sponge off their bodies quickly, as they attempted to cool down a bit. While they were doing that, I went to fix them lunch.
We were eating a little early today, because UGA was playing at noon and we didn't want to miss any of the football game. I had originally suggested we should eat at halftime, but the boys were hungry after their workout and didn't want to wait that long. As soon as we finished our meal, we went into the family room to enjoy the action on TV.
The game was exciting and really close most of the way, but UGA won on a last minute drive. When it was over, the four older boys wanted to go outside and do some more work on basketball. Since it was overcast today and wasn't that hot out, I agreed and we went over each of the offensive skills first, before we practiced the defense positioning again. We spent a couple of hours doing this, so by the time we came inside the boys were ready to shower, because they felt they'd done enough basketball for one day.
"Uncle Blake, will you shower with me and Marcus now?" Justin wanted to know.
"Sure. I worked up a sweat out there too, so I can use a shower myself," I agreed. As those two raced up the stairs ahead of me, Dylan and Tyler approached next.
"We want you to shower with us too and then maybe we can do something afterward," Dylan suggested.
"If we do, it will have to be quick, because I'm sure the others won't leave us alone for very long," I offered, to clarify the situation.
"That's ok, as long as me and Tyler can get off for now, because we won't be staying with you tonight," he reminded me, since I'd agreed to let Justin and Andrew sleep with me later.
As soon as I finished washing Marcus and Justin, they got dressed and then went downstairs to spend time with the younger pair. Dylan and Tyler came into the shower shortly after that, but when I finished up with them, I went out first to shut and lock the bedroom door. Once that had been taken care of, I joined the older duo on the bed. Seeing I'd already told them this had to be quick, I merely sucked each of them off and sated their raging hormones for the time being. If that didn't suffice for the rest of the day, then they could take care of each other later.
We then went downstairs to rejoin everyone else, but the four younger boys were busy playing the baseball game on the dining room table. Since they seemed satisfied with what they were doing, the rest of us went into the family room and watched another football game on the tube.
During halftime, I went out to the kitchen to prepare dinner and then I let it cook during the second half. I got up to check on it during the commercials and ended up turning the temp on the oven down so we could finish watching the game without ruining our meal. Then, we ate just as soon as it ended.
I guess I wasn't really thinking earlier, because when bedtime rolled around I realized I had to take another shower, but with Ethan and Andrew this time. After I'd finished washing them, Andrew stayed in my room, while I went over to tuck Ethan and Marcus in bed. Justin was in with Marcus at the time, so I sent him over to wait with Andrew, since the two of them wanted to sleep with me tonight. When I got back to the bedroom, they got in bed and cuddled against me, one on either side. I was actually touched that this seemed to mean so much to them.
Sunday morning, I decided I should do something with Andrew and Ethan for a while, since I'd spent most of my time with the four older boys so far. After I asked them what they wanted to do, they suggested we could watch the children's shows of PBS, since that's what they were planning to do anyway. I agreed that would be fine and sat on the couch with them, so I could hold them tightly against me while we watched Curious George, Sid the Science Kid, Dinosaur Train and The Cat in the Hat.
I had no idea what the others were doing while the three of us were watching TV, but as soon as the last show ended the other four came in and asked me if we could go out and work on basketball again. I had no problem doing that, and Andrew and Ethan were cool with it, so I spent some time helping the others practice the skills we'd worked on previously, and we did this both before and after lunch. I was actually quite pleased with the progress each one had made so far and happily told them so.
When it was time to take the other three home, I left Tyler with his brothers at our place, because I knew I'd be spending some time chatting with Don and Cherie. After I'd dropped Andrew off and spoke with Sally briefly, I headed over to the Cochran's next. I'd been practicing what I was going to say to them, since I didn't want this to come off like I was trying to force this particular choice on them.
When we got to the house, I told Don and Cherie that I had something to discuss with them, so they led me out to their dining room and Cherie poured us all a cup of coffee, as we sat down at their dining room table. After a brief delay, where we exchanged a few other pleasantries, I finally broached the subject with them.
"After spending time with the boys this weekend, I've discovered that Dylan wants to have a sleepover party for his birthday, like Tyler had. Since I wasn't sure how you might feel about this, or if Dylan had even mentioned it to you yet, I thought maybe I could offer my help." I looked at each of them, as they hurriedly glanced at each other.
"No, Dylan hasn't mentioned that to us," Don responded, "and I'm not sure it would even be an option. I guess it would depend on how many boys he wanted to invite."
"When I asked him that question, he said there would be twelve others, plus Tyler and him. It's about the same number that Tyler had at his party," I replied. "Some are the boys that played baseball with them last year, and most likely will be on the team with them this year too. The others are boys that will be trying out for the basketball team and he said most of them played on the 7th grade team last year. I take it you know that Dylan and Tyler are going to tryout for the 8th grade basketball team this year. Am I right?"
"Yes, Dylan has mentioned that he and Tyler were hoping to play basketball this year," Cherie confirmed. "I don't see that as a problem though, but fourteen here for his birthday might be more than we can accommodate."
"In that case, maybe I can give you an option," I offered. "Our house is probably better suited for doing these things, because the boys can use the family room and living room to sleep in, since the two rooms are next to each other. I think our rotating schedule of swapping weekends with the boys would have them staying with you that weekend, so why don't you take Ethan and Marcus, and then I'll have the sleepover at our place. We can have pizza for the boys after they arrive on Saturday and then have the cake and ice cream afterward. You can come over and join us for that and then I'll set up some activities to keep the boys entertained for the rest of the evening."
"That would definitely help and allow Dylan to have the party he wants," Cherie agreed, "but are you sure you really want to do this. It will be a lot of work and I'm sure you know boys that age can be pretty rambunctious."
"Oh, I'm well aware of that, since most of those same boys were at our house for Tyler's party, but it will make Dylan and Tyler both happy, so I'm willing to do it," I confessed.
"If you'll let me pay for everything, then I'll agree to it," Don conceded. "I'll pay for the pizzas and give you enough extra to cover what you'll need to feed them breakfast too. Cherie and I will bring the other boys over with us later and do everything needed so we can have a cookout and feed everyone supper."
"That sounds like an excellent suggestion and we can have the cake and ice cream then, rather than earlier," I concurred. "I'll plan some activities for between the time they arrive and dinner, but I'll also sleep close by when they turn in later, to make sure things don't get out of hand."
"I'm not sure if you are very brave or extremely foolish for doing this, but it will definitely help us out. It will also make Dylan very happy and keep him off our backs," Don agreed.
"Yes, Blake, you are truly a godsend for agreeing to do this for Dylan and the boys, Don and I all realize how very fortunate we are to have you as a friend," Cherie chimed in.
"I think I told you before, I'm only trying to make it so the boys remember the good times from their childhood and not just that it was when they lost their parents. If helping their friends will help make that happen, then I'm happy to do it," I answered and then Cherie called for Dylan.
"Dylan, your Uncle Blake has told us that you want to have a sleepover party for your birthday. Is that true?" Dylan nodded his head in response. "Well he's also agreed to let you do this at his house, so what do you think about that idea?" Cherie asked while appraising her son's reaction. I could tell Dylan was trying to contain his excitement, so his parents wouldn't get the wrong impression when he answered.
"That would be great," he agreed, rather nonchalantly. "I was going to ask you about that later tonight, but this will work out super. Me and Justin wanted to talk to you about that, along with what we wanted for our birthdays, so I'll go get him."
"Just hold on a second. We can do that after Uncle Blake goes home," Cherie stated, "but don't you think it's kind of rude that you haven't thanked him yet for offering to do this for you."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Thanks, Uncle Blake," he added with a grin. "You're great and I can't wait to tell Tyler and the others about this."
"I'll do something else for you too. I'll make up the invitations on the computer, like I did for Tyler's party, and then he can give them to you at school. That way you can pass them out to those you are planning to invite and it will have all of the information on it that their parents will need, including our address and my phone numbers."
"That would be super! Thanks again, Uncle Blake," Dylan stated.
Since everything had been settled, I got up to leave and Dylan walked over to give me a hug before I took off. He almost forgot and started to give me a kiss too, but he caught himself in time, since that wouldn't have gone over well. His father didn't have a problem with the hugs, since he had seen professional athletes hugging each other, plus Dylan and Tyler's baseball team had done it quite often as well. Regardless, nothing inappropriate happened, so I went back home and filled Tyler in on everything that had been agreed to.
After he'd been brought up to date, I sat down at the computer and made up the invitations. Then, I gave them to Tyler to put in his backpack, so he could give them to Dylan the next day. This way, Dylan could pass them out to whomever he wanted when he saw them next.
"Thank you for talking Uncle Don and Aunt Cherie into letting you do this for Dylan," Tyler responded when I gave him the invitations. "I know Dylan must be super excited about his party now and it's going to be great. I can't wait to see who's coming and what we do."
"I will think of something fun for everyone to do on Saturday afternoon, like we did for your party, but I'm just not sure what it will be yet," I offered. That wasn't exactly true, because I had a few vague ideas at the time, but I wasn't ready to discuss them with him just yet.
"There's something else I've been wanting to talk to you about, but I keep forgetting," Tyler added before he took off. "I want to get that last dildo from you, because I'm ready for it now."
"So you've been working with the last one I gave you?" I followed, since I wanted to be certain.
"Yeah, I have," Tyler confirmed. "Dylan and I used them all last night, since we couldn't be in with you, so I'm ready for the next one now."
"Will you humor me and let me see how you're handling it first?" I asked, while studying his reaction.
"Sure, if you'll suck me off after I show you. It's the only time we'll have to do that and it would help me out a lot, since you promised to let Ethan and Marcus sleep with you tonight," he agreed. He had a huge grin on his face, since he felt he'd just out foxed me.
"Ok. Go up and get ready, but we'll do it in your room," I concurred. "I'll go get dinner started and check in on your brothers first, before I come upstairs to join you."
"Ok," he replied, as he turned to go up to his bedroom.
I went out and got things started for dinner and then went to see what Ethan and Marcus were up to. I found them in the family room watching Nickelodeon.
"Did you want something, Uncle Blake?" Marcus asked when he saw me pop my head through the doorway.
"Nah, just checking to see what you were doing," I answered.
"Just watching our shows. Want to join us?" he followed, as he looked at me hopefully.
"I'm starting dinner and I need to do something else first, but I'll spend some time with you after we eat," I offered in return.
"Ok," he agreed.
"And we're sleeping with you too. Aren't we?" Ethan quickly followed.
"Yes, I haven't forgotten that I promised to let you do that too," I confirmed. "I just thought we'd do something else together first."
"Yeah, we can do that," Ethan agreed, as he and Marcus smiled at me.
Since they were busy, I went upstairs to join Tyler. He was already naked and lying on his bed, with the dildo hidden by his side. After I entered his room, I shut and locked the door, before going over to join him on the bed.
"I got it ready while I was waiting for you to get here," he stated as he held the dildo out and showed that he'd slipped a condom over it and had lubed it up already. "I put that stuff on my butt too."
I nodded and he immediately reached down and put the dildo at his opening. He added a little pressure and the head slipped past his anal ring, but I didn't notice any distress or discomfort registering on his face. After a slight pause, he continued to push on it until it was all the way in and then he started working it in and out. He was staring at me and I was able to read the satisfaction registering on his face, as he silently gloated that he'd done it so easily.
"Will you give me the other one now?" he followed, now that he'd proved his point.
"Yes, I'll be right back," I agreed, as I went over to my room to get the last dildo for him. When I rejoined him, I shut and locked the door again.
"This one is quite a bit bigger, so are you sure you are ready to do this?" I asked, just to see his response. He looked at the ample head on the dildo as I held it out and I noticed his eyes reflexively opening wider, as he mentally compared it to the one he'd just used.
"Uh, maybe you should help me with it," he responded, as he looked up at me with a pleading expression on his face.
"I can do that for you, but we don't have time right now," I countered. "We won't have time later either, because your bothers will be with me, but if you really want to do this, then we can try using it tomorrow night."
"Yeah, that will be ok," he said with a nod. "I think I want you to help me with it the first time, just to make sure it goes all right. I guess I forgot how much bigger it was."
"I'm sorry that I don't have another size in between those two, but this is all they had when I bought them for you," I offered sympathetically. "I can stop on my way home tomorrow and see if they have an in between size now, but that's up to you."
"No, we'll just use this one, because I don't want to wait even longer and then have to practice with more of them before I can do it with you," he answered, while looking at me dubiously. "I think I'll be alright, as long as you help me with it. Then I can practice on my own until I'm finally ready to do it with you."
"Tyler, there's no need to rush this," I countered. "If I get a size in between these two, then it will prepare you better and make it easier when the time comes. It wouldn't take that much longer either, but It might help save some problems for you later."
"No! I've waited long enough already," he nearly screamed. "I've been waiting a long time to do this and I don't want it to take any longer."
"Tyler, how can you say you've waited a long time for this?" I pressed. "I haven't even lived with you for a year yet, so how long could it be?"
"Well, it's been a few months already and that sure seems like a long time," he challenged, although his voice didn't sound quite as confident this time. "Please don't make me wait even longer now, because I really want to do this with you."
"We'll still do it, but I just want to make certain that you aren't injured in the attempt," I stated, trying to show as much concern and compassion as possible. "I'm more worried about doing no harm, than I am about fulfilling your wish."
"I know and I appreciate that, but it's something I really want to do," he told me. "I know you're worried about hurting me, but you won't and I just need to do this. It means a lot to me. Once we do it, then I'll know that I'm yours and we will always be together."
"Tyler, that's a given, so you've nothing to worry about and nothing to prove," I assured him. "I'll happily agree to be with you for as long as you want and we don't have to do this just for you to prove a point."
"It's not just to prove a point," he shot back. "Once you are in me like that and we make love, then you'll fill me up with your love and your cum, so we really will be one."
"Even if we do this, I'm going to use a condom, so I won't really be filling you up with my semen," I explained, while studying his face. His reaction was immediate.
"No! I want to feel you inside me when we do it," he nearly screamed. "I don't want to feel anything but you."
"It's just to be safe," I pointed out, hoping to calm him down.
"From what? You don't got nothing, so I'm not worried," he challenged.
"Tyler, I've had other partners, so I just wanted it to be as safe as possible," I explained.
"But you haven't been with anyone else for a long time, right?" he countered, staring into my face. "You said it's been years since you and your boyfriend we're together."
"Yes, that's true but -" I started, except Tyler cut me off.
"And you've been to see the doctor and had tests since then, haven't you?" he pressed, demanding an answer.
"Yes, that's also true -" I began, only to be cut off again.
"Then I just want to feel you in me when we do this," he insisted. "That will make it special and join us together forever. You've got to agree to do this for me."
"We'll talk about it again when we get closer to that time," I offered, trying to calm him down.
"We have to do it that way! I mean it!" he stated, not relenting. "It will be like our wedding night." Suddenly, I began to realize that he'd built this fantasy up in his mind where we would not only become lovers, but also spouses of a sort, at least in his juvenile brain.
"I'm not saying no, but I'm not agreeing to this yet either," I answered, still hoping to sidestep the issue for now. He looked at me for a second before he spoke.
"Ok, as long as you're not saying we have to use a condom," he reluctantly agreed. "Just remember that it will make it much more special for me if we don't use one."
I guess that parting shot was to make me feel guilty and ensure I'd continue to think about it. Anyway, I knew I'd spent as much time with him as I could, because I didn't want dinner to burn or the younger pair to ask what we'd been doing, so I explained to Tyler that we didn't have enough time for me to suck him off. To his dismay and disappointment, I left Tyler's room and hurried down to the kitchen.
After dinner, I went to the family room with all of the boys, once I'd cleaned up the kitchen. I let them choose what they wanted to watch, as Marcus and Tyler sat on either side and Ethan sat on my lap. I was well aware that Tyler kept glancing over at me throughout the night, because I could see him doing it out of the corner of my eye. I also realized he was trying to figure out if I was going to give in to him and do it bareback when the time came. Since I knew he wouldn't say anything in front of his brothers, I didn't let him know that I realized what he was up to.
I watched a couple of shows with the boys and then I took the two younger ones upstairs for their shower. Tyler didn't come with us, so I washed those two and we all got ready for bed. I heard the shower going in the other bathroom, so I figured Tyler was getting ready for bed as well. Therefore, I waited in the hall to kiss him goodnight, before I got into bed with his brothers.
When he came out a few minutes later, he looked at me and had a questioning expression on his face. "What?" he asked as he stared at me.
"I was just waiting to kiss you goodnight," I replied, as I gave him a peck on the forehead.
"Sorry. I was just surprised to see you waiting for me," he responded, looking sheepish. "I figured maybe you thought I'd done something wrong or you were going to say 'no' about what we talked about earlier. Since you waited for me, I'll even let you tuck me in to make up for how I just acted." He grinned at me after saying this.
"Oh, so the king is going to grant his poor subject this special privilege," I teased, as I followed and tickled him from behind.
"Stop it!" he squealed, as he giggled and squirmed away from me. "I just thought maybe you'd like to do that so I could give you a better kiss."
"Ok, I think that sounds worth it then," I agreed, as we headed into his room.
Tyler quickly slipped on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and hopped into bed, so I pulled the covers up over him and bent down to kiss him again. He was definitely true to his word and gave me a very passionate kiss goodnight this time, which was quite different from the quick peck I'd given him on the forehead in the hallway. However, I gave him an additional kiss on the forehead before leaving and going back to my room.
Ethan and Marcus were waiting for me, so I got into bed between them and then they cuddled up against my side. "Thank you for letting us do this," Ethan said, before closing his eyes.
"You're welcome, but I enjoy snuggling with you guys too," I told them, as we got comfortable and prepared to sleep.
Monday night, I had to honor the promise I'd made to Tyler the previous evening. After I'd showered with the little ones and put them to bed, I had Tyler grab the items we were going to use and asked him to bring them over to my bedroom. I told him we'd need the two largest dildos, not just the last one I'd given him, since we would use the smaller one to start the process of getting him prepared to handle the final item.
When we were ready to begin, I used the thinner of the two dildos on him first, the same one he had demonstrated he could handle the previous night. After I'd inserted it in his bottom, I worked it around until I felt his rectum was as loose as that dildo could make it. Once I'd removed it, I quickly replaced it with three of my fingers and continued stretching his hole. I could tell the width of my three digits was just about Tyler's limit, especially when I had my fingers inserted as far as they would go, but it was necessary to adequately prepare him for what was to come.
Although he never complained and did his best not to show any signs of discomfort, I could tell this wasn't easy for him. I carefully continued to work my fingers in his rectum for several more minutes, doing my best not to hurt him, as I gradually got him ready to accept the final dildo.
"How are you doing?" I asked, after I withdrew my fingers and began to slip a condom over the largest dildo so I could lube it up.
"I'm ok and I'm going to prove to you that it won't be long before I'm ready for you too," he stated with as much moxie as he could muster at the moment.
"Tyler, there's no rush. We can slow down and take as much time as you need," I suggested, but he immediately balked at the idea.
"No! I'm fine and I can do this," he insisted, as I finished getting everything ready.
Since he seemed determined, I placed the dildo at his opening and began to apply enough pressure to insert it. As the large, bulbous head began to pry his anal ring open, I saw him wince slightly, although he was trying very hard to hide his discomfort. It was fairly obvious though, at least to me, that this wasn't easy for him to do, but he refused to give in. Instead, he pushed out with his rectal muscles and permitted the head to pop past the resilient guardian. I froze momentarily when this happened and gave him a few moments to adjust and get accustomed to the intruder before I continued.
"Are you ok?" I asked, giving him another chance to change his mind.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he wheezed. I could tell he was doing his best to answer my question, while at the same time attempting to prevent me from discovering the process was causing him some distress. For that reason, I refused to go further and we stayed like that for several more minutes.
"Keep going. I'm fine," Tyler finally urged, but this time without exuding the same level of discomfort in his voice.
Since he sounded under control and seemed to be handling this better, I agreed to continue. The worse part was probably over for him, since the head seemed to be wider than the shaft, at least initially. Slowly, I continued to guide the dildo into his intestinal tract, while watching his face and listening for any sign of distress. Since I didn't notice either, I continued pushing the dildo even deeper, until the base finally came to rest against his butt cheeks.
"Is it all in?" Tyler basically grunted, since his rectum was completely stuffed.
"Yes, it's all in now, but I'm going to wait a couple of minutes before I start working it back and forth," I advise him.
"See, I told you I could do it," he added, almost in a hiss. I could tell it was taking nearly everything he had not to complain or whine about how much the dildo was stretching him, but he appeared determined to keep that bit of information to himself.
After I felt he'd had time to adequately adjust to the intrusion, I pulled the dildo back slightly, before pushing it forward again. I did this multiple times and I withdrew it a little farther on each successive attempt before pushing it back in. Tyler gave a muffled grunt on each occasion, but no matter how difficult this was for him, he seemed determined to keep me from noticing how he was struggling. He didn't want me to stop, now that he'd gotten this far, and wasn't about to backtrack or give me any reason to doubt his success.
After several more minutes of this activity, I finally withdrew the dildo completely. After I'd given him a few seconds to relax, I placed it at his opening again and reinserted it. I heard an 'oof' this time when the head popped past his anal ring and expected him to say something, possibly to even ask me to wait a moment or two, but he never did. He was being stubborn and unwilling to show any sign of distress. Seeing he wasn't objecting, I slid the dildo in and out of his chute for a few minutes, before extracting it completely again. Then, I reinserted it one more time and repeated the process. After doing this over and over, I felt we had done enough and removed the dildo for the final time.
"Is that it? Are we done?" Tyler wanted to know as I started to move away.
"Yes, that's enough for now," I confirmed. "You can either practice on yourself from this point on or you can ask me to do this for you again. I'm willing to continue helping out, if you still want me to."
"Let me try it on my own tomorrow and then I'll tell you if I need your help again," he stated as he started to get up.
As soon as he had cleaned up and put everything away, I offered to let him sleep with me. I wanted him to be close by, in case he had any lingering side effects from doing this, and Tyler was thrilled that I had offered to let him stay with me on a school night. I also agreed to suck him off before we did that, so he would sleep better, but Tyler suggested we sixty-nine instead. I didn't argue and did what he wanted, and then he cuddled against me as we dozed off.
The rest of the week proceeded much the same as the others, with school and work dominating our time. During the evenings, I spent some time concentrating on the types of things the boys could do at Dylan's party and I talked to Tyler about what I had come up with so far. He seemed excited about my suggestions, so I asked him to discuss the ideas with Dylan next. As soon as Dylan also agreed with my proposals, I told him to go ahead and inform the others about the things they would need to bring with them to the party.
A short time after he'd done that, Dylan began to hear back from those he'd invited and they all seemed excited about coming. The boys from the baseball team were thrilled that the party was going to be held at our house, but Tyler assured me it wasn't just because they knew me. He said they had confessed to him that they felt the party would be a lot of fun if I'd helped to plan it. I was pleased they felt this way, but now I had the added pressure of their high expectations to live up to and didn't want to let any of them down, especially Dylan.
My boys and Andrew were staying with the Cochrans over the following weekend, but I was pleased when Don asked me to join them when he took everyone to the high school football game. I guess he wanted some adult company again, since he knew the boys would be going off with their friends, but I was happy to accept. By joining him, it would leave me with fewer hours to miss the boys. When I arrived at their house for this outing, Cherie said she had a question for me and asked if I would speak with her in private. My mind immediately began to race as I considered what this might be about, but I listened carefully when she began to speak.
"You seem to be really good at planning parties that the boys enjoy, so I was hoping maybe you could give me some ideas for Justin's party. Since all of your boys have had parties that they and their guests have been thrilled with, I wanted to make sure Justin's party would be a lot of fun too." I merely looked at her and nodded before I spoke.
"I appreciate that you think I have some sort of special gift for doing this and I'll be happy to try to come up with an idea for you," I agreed. "I'll think about it over the weekend and then give you a call when I come up with something."
Once that had been settled, the rest of us took off for the football game. It was a fairly well played contest and extremely close, but the local team lost when their opponents kicked a field goal with a little over a minute left in the game. Although our team moved the ball pretty well after the other team had scored, the drive stalled on the 27 yard line as time expired, costing them the victory.
Once we got back to the Cochrans' house, I said goodbye to everyone and went home alone. Since it was fairly late, I merely showered and hopped into bed. I fell asleep while thinking about what possible suggestions I might offer Cherie about Justin's party.
Saturday wasn't too bad either, because there was plenty for me to do. I spent most of the morning researching ideas for Justin's birthday party and came up with three possibilities. I would tell Cherie about these ideas tomorrow when they brought the boys back and see if she liked any of them. After that, I found plenty of college football games to watch on television and spent the afternoon and evening going from one game to another.
It was late when the last game ended, since it had been played on the west coast, so I just turned everything off and went to bed. I didn't even bother to do more than merely brush my teeth because I was so tired, and then I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I slept soundly for the rest of the night and didn't wake up until late the following morning. Then, I got up, took a quick shower and headed downstairs to fix a little something to eat. It was only a couple of hours later when I heard the Cochrans pull into the driveway with the boys.
I went outside to greet them and asked Don and Cherie if I could speak with them alone for a few minutes. They agreed, since they obviously knew what this was about, so I invited them in for a cup of coffee, while the boys stayed outside to play.
"Ok, I've been doing a little research and have come up with three possibilities," I began once we had our coffee and were seated at the dining room table. "I'll tell you a little about each one first and then you can decide which, if any, appeal to you."
I then went into great detail about each of my three suggestions, since I wasn't sure how familiar they were with any of them. When I finished, Don and Cherie discussed the ideas between themselves briefly, before Cherie turned toward me and spoke.
"They all seem acceptable and something Justin might like, so would you mind if I called him in and let him make up his mind about which he'd prefer to do?" Cherie wondered. "I told him he could invite six friends, in addition to your boys and Andrew, so there will be about 12 boys in total."
I agreed that giving the choice to Justin would be fine, so she went outside to get him. He looked a bit nervous when he came into the dining room with his mother, so I felt she hadn't told him why he had been summoned. Therefore, the first thing I did was to try to ease his apprehension.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," I began. "It's just that your mother asked me to come up with some ideas for your birthday party and now she wants to give you the chance to pick which one you think would be best." Justin looked totally relieved and listened carefully to what I said next. "The first choice is to go to Helen, Georgia and attend the Oktoberfest festival."
After telling him this, I went into great detail describing the architecture of Helen and explaining how the area looked like a Bavarian Alpine village. Then, I told him about the various types of activities they could do there, because the town held many special events and had additional activities set up to amuse those showing up for this celebration.
"Your second and third choices are kind of similar, but I think either would be fun because they would both utilize a Halloween attraction for your party. One is the Lawrenceville Ghost Tour and the other is the Lawrenceville Haunted Cemetery Tour." I then described each of these activities in detail and explained what it would include. Then, I asked if he was interested in doing any of those things.
"Yeah, I think the Ghost Tour would be great!" he agreed. "It sounds like they're gonna take us to different places and the person leading us around will tell us a ghost story about each place we stop at. Because my birthday is so close to Halloween, I think that will be fun and it will probably scare the crap out of my friends too."
I quickly glanced over at Cherie and Don to see their reactions to what Justin had just said. Cherie merely rolled her eyes back in her head and tried to suppress a giggle, while Don simply shook his head from side to side. However, neither had an objection to his choice, although possibly some amusement over why he had chosen it over the other possibilities. After that had been taken care of, we sent Justin back out with the other boys while I talked about his choice in more detail with Don and Cherie.
The three of us also discussed what other things the boys might like to do at the party, since the Ghost tour wouldn't begin until 7:00. Don and Cherie had already decided they would advise the other boys to arrive around 1:00 and then they could play some games and do some other things first. Since they didn't have any idea about what to do during that time, I promised to talk to Justin about what kind of activities he would like to include.
I also offered to organize those activities for them when the time came, since they didn't seem too thrilled about doing it. Don said they would appreciate any the help I could give them and they would order pizza to be delivered at 5:00, so there would be plenty of time to eat first, before we had to leave. That would be followed by the cake and ice cream, before we took everyone to the Ghost Tour. It would take about 90 minutes to complete the tour, so Don said he'd advise the parents that they could pick up their sons between 9:00 and 9:30.
As soon as all of that had been agreed to, I advised them that I would be willing to take some of the boys to the Ghost Tour in the Outback, along with my group. Don then asked me where I had rented the van I'd used for the other boys' parties, because he was planning to rent one too. He felt the van and Outback would be sufficient to transport everyone back and forth, so they'd only need those two vehicles. Since Dylan's party came first, we still had plenty of time to iron out any of the remaining details for Justin's party, but Don also decided to rent a van for Dylan's party too. He did it after I told him about the activities I had planned for those boys and that we'd need to get them from our house to another destination for one of them.
Don and Cherie each thanked me for what I'd already done and for offering to do even more, before they went to get Dylan and Justin so they could head home. After we all said goodbye to each other and they drove off, my three wanted to know what I'd done while they were away. After giving them a quick rundown about what I'd been up to, they told me about the things they had done, which included a trip to the movie theater the night before.
The three of them seemed happy about the time they'd spent with the Cochrans, but then they wanted to know if I would watch the Atlanta Falcons football game with them next. As soon as I agreed, they told me to sit on the sofa and then Ethan and Tyler took their places beside me, while Marcus plopped down on my lap. That's the way we stayed throughout the first half, but then I got up to fix diner during halftime. When I returned to watch the rest of the game with them, the only thing that changed was that Ethan climbed onto my lap this time, while Marcus and Tyler sat beside me. They all seemed to like the closeness we enjoyed, and I did too, as we cheered the Falcons on to victory.
After dinner, I left the boys to entertain themselves, while I went into my office to work out some more details for both Dylan and Justin's parties. I also took care of a few unfinished matters concerning the little surprise I had planned for Justin and Dylan in between, since it would be a joint present from our family. While I was working on those things, Tyler came in to speak with me.
"So is everything ready for Dylan's birthday party? It's not this weekend, but the weekend after. Right?" he asked, as he awaited my answer.
"Yes and I think everything is pretty much set," I replied. "I put on the invitations that the boys should arrive around 1:00, so I'll have pizza with you before they get here. Once Dylan's guests arrive, then you and he can shoot hoops with the other boys until we begin the first activity. After that, we'll move on to the next item I have planned, and by the time we get back from that Dylan's parents should be here to get the cookout started. We'll have the cake and ice cream after that and then Don, Cherie and the younger boys can go back to their place."
"What about later? Will you tell us another ghost story?" Tyler pressed, and I could read the hope in his eyes.
"I suppose I can come up with something, if you want me to," I agreed and Tyler immediately grinned.
"Yeah, I do, but not the same one you told at my party. Ok?" he asked, just to make sure. "Some of the guys were there too, so I don't want you telling the same one again."
"I won't do that," I assured him. "I think I'll be able to come up with something before then." He smiled and seemed satisfied.
"Ya know, Dylan told me before that he was hoping he might get a pair of Jordan Aj Xx9 basketball shoes for his birthday, but he's afraid they might be too expensive for his parents to buy for him," Tyler followed. I momentarily wondered if he was hinting that we should get them for Dylan instead, but I didn't comment. Instead, I waited to see what he was going to say next. "I talked to the other guys that he invited and asked if they'd all be willing to chip in to buy him a pair. They said they would, but we'll need you to take Dylan to pick them out and try them on."
"Sure, I can do that, as long as there's enough money to pay for them," I agreed.
"Yeah, the other guys agreed to ask their parents for $20.00 each toward the gift, so there should be plenty of money," he confirmed. "If not, just have Dylan pick out a different pair, but I don't think he'll have to do that."
"Ok, it sounds good," I concurred, but Tyler just stood there looking at me. "Is there something else you need?" I wondered and a grin suddenly spread across his face.
"Yeah. Would it be alright if I slept with you tonight?" he wanted to know. I intentionally hesitated before I responded, just to see how he'd react. When I saw him starting to get nervous and even beginning to look panicked, I finally responded.
"Well I suppose we might be able to arrange something after I put your brothers to bed," I answered, I had done this to keep him from discovering that I was eager to do it as well.
"Do you think we can do - you know?" he followed immediately afterward.
"Can't we just sleep? I'm kind of tired tonight," I shot back, just to gauge his reaction.
"Please, can't we do something?" he whined and I almost felt guilty for doing this to him.
"I just hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of it, but if that's what you want," I grumbled, and suddenly Tyler's face lit up.
"Yeah, it is!" he immediately replied. "I've been practicing with the biggest dildo since you helped me, so do you think we could -" but I didn't let him finish what he was going to ask.
"No. If that's what you have in mind, then maybe you should stay in your own room tonight," I countered, drawing a worried expression in return.
"We can do something else then! Ok?" he nearly shouted. "I'll do whatever you want, as long as I can get off and I'm able to sleep with you." I hesitated a few more seconds before I replied.
"Alright, but I'm going to warn you that it will be a while before I'm ready to do the other thing you want," I stated so there would be no doubt.
"But I'm almost ready now," he insisted. "I've been able to use the last dildo without you helping me, so that should prove it."
"Practice makes perfect, so just keep working with it," I replied, tongue-in-cheek. "And you don't need to keep asking me to do it either, because I'll let you know when I'm ready."
"Come on! You're just going to make me wait!" he whined, in an effort to get me to change my mind.
"Yes, I'm going to make you wait until I think we're both ready to make that move," I confessed, much to his dismay. I could tell he wasn't happy and I knew he wasn't about to give up either.
"Alright, Dylan and I will practice with it again this weekend, so we'll be ready when you are," he responded, but now it was my turn to be shocked and upset.
"Whoa! Hold on there!" I quickly shot back. "I think you're operating under a misconception. I've agreed to do it with you at some point, but it's not something I'm willing to do with Dylan too."
"Why not? He loves you and he wants to do it with you, the same as me," Tyler reasoned.
"That may be, but I'm not willing to do it with him," I replied and I could tell my voice was shaking slightly as I did so. "If that's what you two had planned, then maybe I shouldn't do it with either of you."
"No! Wait!" Tyler screeched. "Why don't you want to do it with Dylan?"
"Tyler, I only agreed to do it with you because I love you so very much," I confessed. "I didn't realize how much until you were laying in that hospital bed and I thought I might lose you. While I was sitting by your bedside and praying that you'd get better, I made up my mind that if you pulled through I'd do that for you, if it was what you wanted and it would make you happy."
"See! I knew I heard you praying and asking God to help me get better, but you said I had only dreamed it," he shot back, while glaring at me.
"Ok, I'll admit I prayed and then misled you about doing it, but I wasn't ready to admit it to you back then. I was afraid you'd use the information to push me into having sex with you before you were completely healed," I admitted, rather sheepishly.
"So now that you've agreed to do it with me, you're finally willing to admit that you prayed and promised God to take care of me and do whatever you could to make me happy?" he pressed, not letting up at all.
"Yes, I said something like that, but I didn't mention anything specific that I would do and I didn't put a time table on when I'd do it either," I hedged, trying to find some wiggle room. "I'm willing to do certain things to make you happy, and I think I have so far, but some things I'll only do when we're both ready for it."
"But if you love Dylan too, then why won't you do it with him?" Tyler continued, as he shifted back to the topic that had started this discussion in the first place.
"It's because I love you and Dylan in different ways, although that wasn't always true," I answered. "At one point I loved all of you boys like sons, but since you were injured I've begun to realize that I love you in a slightly different way. I still love all of you boys, but I think I'm slowly falling IN love with you."
"Does that mean you're willing for us to always be together," Tyler pressed as he looked at me hopefully.
"I still have questions about the age difference and still feel you would be better off finding someone closer to your own age," I admitted, "but as long as it is what YOU want, then I won't fight it. I love you too much to ever push you away."
Suddenly, Tyler launched himself in my direction, wrapped his arms around my neck and started kissing me. I guess I must have said what he wanted to hear, because he was all over me for the next few minutes. Finally, I had to push him away before he was tempted to start ripping the clothes off both of us.
"Slow down, champ," I urged, as he looked at me quizzically. "I told you we could do something later, but not now, especially not where your brothers might walk in on us at any second."
It finally registered with him why I had stopped his actions and he blushed slightly before he responded. "Sorry, but I was just so happy."
"I could tell, but I'm not ready to explain those same things to your brothers," I cautioned. "Just hold in there until we go to bed."
He then went up to his room and I stayed in my office for a while longer. Eventually, I glanced at the clock and noticed the time, so I went to get the younger pair and took them upstairs for their shower.
I was somewhat surprised that neither one was curious about where Tyler or I had been, but maybe that was because they hadn't seen us together. After they realized Tyler was in his bedroom when we went upstairs, I guess they must have just assumed he'd been there the entire time. I didn't mind, because it kept me from having to answer any potentially uncomfortable questions.
While we were cleaning up, Marcus asked me why Aunt Cherie had called Justin into the dining room earlier, so I explained that I was helping Justin's mom and dad plan something for his birthday. Marcus immediately wanted to know what it was, but I told him he'd find out when he went to the party. That didn't seem to deter him and he continued trying to pry the information out of me, but I wouldn't give in. I figured he would probably get Justin to tell him later, but it was Justin's birthday, so I'd leave the decision up to him as to whether he'd tell Marcus.
After we got out of the shower, I dried them off, we brushed our teeth and then I followed them to their rooms. I tucked Ethan in bed first, after he had put on his pajamas, and then I kissed him on the forehead and wished him sweet dreams. After I left his room, I went next door and did the same thing with Marcus.
I heard Tyler in the shower in the boys' bathroom when I came out, so I figured he was doing that to throw his brothers off from suspecting what he had planned. I was fairly certain the other pair were already asleep by the time Tyler finished, because he had taken a really long shower. Then, he came directly to my bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He had obviously learned a lesson about consequences after the incident when Dylan had forgotten to do the same thing the previous weekend.
As soon as that had been taken care of, Tyler raced toward the bed, leaped into the air and landed beside me on the mattress. Then, he started to giggle hysterically.
"What's so funny?" I wondered as I looked at him.
"Betcha didn't expect me to do that?" he shot back. "You looked like you thought I was going to land on you."
"I didn't think you were aiming for me, but I was mildly surprised by your antics," I confirmed. "What the heck was that all about anyway?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just really happy about what you told me downstairs," he confessed, as a goofy grin covered his face.
"Do you mean that I agreed to do something with you tonight?" I shot back, although I'd already concluded it probably wasn't what he meant.
"No! That you're falling in love with me," he corrected. "I've been in love with you for months and I was wondering how long it would take before you felt the same way. I was pretty sure you did, but I wasn't sure if you would ever admit it."
"Maybe I was reluctant at first, but that all changed when I thought I might lose you," I confirmed, as honestly as I could. "I just wasn't sure if I'd be able to live without you in my life."
"So even though what happened to me was terrible, it still really worked out good," he said, while grinning. "It's not the way I would have picked to get you to realize that you loved me, but as long as it worked out and I'm gonna be all right, then I guess it was a good thing."
"Let's forget about that for now, unless you've changed your mind about doing something tonight," I pointed out.
"No! I want to do that too, but I'm still happy that you told me you're in love with me," he responded without hesitation.
"What would you say if I offered to rim you first and then suck you off? Would that work for you?" I offered, hoping he'd agree.
"How bout you rim me and then I rim you, and then we sixty-nine?" he countered, undeterred.
"Ok, I'm fine with that too," I confirmed after thinking about it for a few moments. "How do you want to do this then?"
He chose to be on his back, with his knees pulled back to his chest, so I happily dove in and did exactly what he wanted. I hadn't shaved all weekend, so the stubble around my mouth and chin seemed to cause him to wiggle and squirm even more than usual. However, I wasn't sure if this was happening because my actions were so pleasurable or if my whiskers served as an irritant. After we finished, I decided to ask him about it, so I'd be sure.
"Your whiskers kinda tickled," he confirmed, while releasing a giggle. "It kinda made me want to move to get away from you, but what you were doing felt really good at the same time, so I didn't want you to stop. It was like you were tickling me down there, but you were also making me feel good too, so I didn't know what I should do."
I guess that answered my question, so I got into position for him to rim me next. Tyler was just as aggressive at doing this as he had been an active participant in having it done to him. It always amazed me that he and Dylan had no hang-ups with this activity, since I felt most kids would initially find it repulsive. I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the fact that they knew we all cleaned the area really well first or that they enjoyed having it done to them. Either way, they never hesitated to return the favor and were always eager to reciprocate.
Once he'd finished, we got in the classic sixty-nine position and sucked each other off. He was just as aggressive at doing this, but he was also slowly learning how to take more of me every time we had oral sex together. He still unloaded first, but he was gradually reducing the time between when each of us ejaculated.
After we'd both enjoyed our orgasms, he cuddled up against me, but then he turned in my direction, grabbed my face and pulled it toward him, so he could kiss me. It wasn't just a peck on the cheek or lips either, because he immediately attacked my mouth with his tongue and began kissing me very passionately. I hadn't expected this, so I looked at him confused when he finally pulled away.
"That was to thank you for tonight and for everything else you do for us, like having Dylan's party here and helping to get his gift," he informed me. After that we settled in and fell asleep cuddled against each other.
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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.