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Installment 16
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
31 – An Interesting Night With the Boys.
When I got out of work on Friday, I had nothing special to do except go home. That's because Tyler's school baseball season was over, so he didn't have a practice or game. Not only that, but Dylan and Justin would already be at the house when I got there, because they were going to ride the bus home with the boys.
"Hi, Uncle Blake," they all greeted me as I came through the door and then they rushed over to give me a hug.
"Hi, guys and thanks," I responded. "What a lovely way to be welcomed home. So what do you want for dinner tonight? We can order take out or we can go over to the diner again."
"How about pizza?" Tyler asked. I've come to learn this is a common response from the kids.
"Only if I can get each of you to eat a salad with it too," I partially agreed. "Dylan and Justin, do you like salad made with lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, croutons and shredded cheese?"
"I'd rather have black olives than cucumbers," Dylan replied. "What kind of dressing do you have to put on it?"
"What if I put cucumbers AND black olives in the salad, because I know there's a can of black olives in the cupboard?" I offered in return. "As far as the dressings, we have a bunch of different ones you can use, although these three always seem to prefer the ranch dressing the most. We also have Raspberry-Walnut, Italian, Catalina and Thousand Island, along with oil and vinegar, if you'd prefer that."
"Cucumbers and black olives sounds great and I like ranch dressing too," Dylan agreed.
"How about you, Justin?" I continued, since he hadn't said anything.
"I like what Dylan likes, so what he said is ok with me too," he agreed, so it seemed as if we were set.
"Are all of you ok with sausage and pepperoni on the pizza?" I followed, now that I knew we'd be having pizza tonight.
"Yeah," they all agreed, so I called and ordered two large pizzas for delivery. I figured there was no need to load the boys into the Outback to go get it or leave them alone while I picked it up either, so delivery would do just fine.
I went out to the kitchen to make each of us a salad, but I also slipped a little leaf spinach in with the romaine lettuce, before adding the other ingredients. I doubted the boys would even notice the spinach, especially after they drenched it in Ranch dressing, but it would be good for them. I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang, which let me know the pizza had arrived. I paid the delivery man and gave him a tip, before calling the gang into the dining room.
While we were eating, the boys were all speculating about what their summer league baseball teams would be like and if their coach would be nice. They also wondered if they'd know the other boys on their team or if some of them would be from other schools. I told them they'd just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
When we were done with our meal, I asked what they wanted to do next and they suggested we should see what was on TV. We discovered the Braves were playing, so they all agreed to watch the game. I felt it was a good idea too and used it like a training film. As the game progressed, I pointed out the various things the teams were doing and how the boys should do those same things in their games as well.
Some of the items I pointed out were not hanging on to the ball in the outfield and getting it in to the cutoff man as quickly as possible. I also pointed out that they should always hustle and never give up when chasing down a fly ball, even if it looked as if it might wind up in foul territory. Another was always running hard to first, even if it looked as if the ball they'd just hit might be a foul ball or a sure out. Then, I pointed out some things to Dylan and Tyler about pitching. I critiqued how the pitchers were holding the runners on base and we discussed the fine points of their pickoff moves. I also pointed out the proper route the pitcher should take when covering first base on a hit to the right side of the infield.
When it was time to get the boys cleaned up for bed, I asked the younger three how they wanted to do this tonight. I said they could either take a bath or a shower, but I'd only wash them if they took a bath.
"Can Dylan and Tyler wash us again?" Justin wanted to know in return.
"You'll have to ask them," I responded, while looking over at the other pair.
"Will you do that?" Justin asked, as he looked over at the older boys.
"I think the only reason you want us to do it is so you can grab and stroke our dicks again," Tyler answered for both of them.
"Didn't you like it?" Marcus followed. "Didn't it make you feel good? We like it when someone does it to us." This statement verified something I'd suspected all along, that they'd been doing that with each other.
"That would be fine, if we agreed to let you do it," Dylan pointed out, "but you didn't even ask. You just started grabbing us and doing it anyway."
"So you'll let us, if we ask you first?" Ethan wondered.
"Dylan and I both feel you're too young to be doing that stuff to us," Tyler offered. "Maybe you should just do it to each other."
"But we liked doing it to you," Justin whined. "Your penis is bigger and fun to play with. I want to see it shoot that stuff too."
"How do you know about that?" Dylan demanded, as he looked at his little brother.
"Marcus told us," Justin answered while looking sheepish, and Marcus quickly glanced down at the floor as a guilty look spread across his face. "He said he saw some of the boys doing it at Tyler's birthday party and that you and Tyler did it too."
That was a tidbit of information even I didn't know. Tyler had always made it sound as if some of the other boys had done it, but he'd never indicated that Dylan or he had been part of that activity. Dylan and Tyler suddenly looked slightly guilty too, as they glanced over at me. Then, they turned back to the little ones and formulated their response.
"Give us a chance to talk this over with Uncle Blake first," Tyler suggested. "You stay in here and we'll come back to let you know what we decide."
I then followed that pair into the other room, so we could speak in private. I had no idea what they were going to say, other than trying to explain away what had happened at the party.
"Ok, so we didn't tell you we jerked somebody off at the party too," Tyler began, as soon as we were alone. "I didn't know if you'd be mad about us doing it back then, but I guess I should have told you later. We all kind of did it that night."
"So that was the first time you and Dylan did it with each other?" I asked next.
"No, I did it with Stanton and Dylan was with Jamal," Tyler admitted. "Each of us jerked the other person off, but I thought Marcus was sleeping when that happened." I looked at Tyler for a moment and then over at Dylan.
"Jamal's really hung and I wanted to see what it felt like to play with a big dick," he offered in explanation, although I hadn't asked a question.
"And Stanton asked me," Tyler followed. "It's also when Dylan and I kinda decided that we might want to do that stuff with each other too."
"I see," I replied simply.
"So since they know about it, do you think we should let them do it to us?" Tyler continued. "I don't want them trying to find out about this stuff from someone else. I'm afraid they might go around asking other boys if they can jerk them off just so they can see them cum, if we don't let them do this."
"I didn't think Justin would ever ask to do anything like this, but since he's so curious, I'd rather have him do it to one of us than try to find someone else," Dylan added.
"So you two would be ok letting the boys masturbate you?" I wondered. "What if they want to suck you off too?"
"I don't think they know about that yet, but we'll tell them 'no' if they ask," Dylan responded. "I'd be willing to let Marcus and Ethan jack me off, but I'm just not sure I want Justin to touch me that way."
"I'll let Justin do me then," Tyler agreed. "I guess it would be ok to let them do this if it's just to teach them, so I'd even let Marcus and Ethan do it to me too, but only to jerk me off. No blowjobs."
"If you boys don't have a problem with it and they are obviously curious, I'd have to agree that I'd rather have them do it here with you," I agreed. "You're all minors, so no one will get into trouble for doing it, seeing no one is being forced into trying anything."
"If we do this, we want you in the bathroom with us," Dylan stated next. "Then you can tell them to stop if they start getting carried away again. They didn't want to listen to me or Tyler the last time."
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable doing that, but I can definitely see your point," I concurred. "If I'm in there when this is going on then it's almost as if I am participating in it too."
"It's the only way we'll agree to do it," Tyler added. "They all got really aggressive the last time we showered with them and they wouldn't stop when we told them."
"Are you going to do it to them as well?" I followed, as I tried to cover all of the bases.
"I guess if they ask us to it would be alright," Dylan answered, after looking at Tyler first. "I haven't touched a little dick like theirs in ages, except when we washed them the last time. They insisted we do that too and Justin and Marcus got boners when we did it."
"Yes, they usually do," I quipped in response. "Ok, if you're both willing to do this with them, then I suppose I can go into the bathroom with you. I guess it's time to go let them know what we've decided."
"You tell them then, so they know they can't do it to both of us and that you'll be in there too," Tyler suggested.
"If that's what it takes," I confirmed.
We then went back to the family room to tell the little ones what we'd agreed to. The younger trio got excited when we first started to explain what Dylan and Tyler were willing to do, but they groaned when they heard they'd only be able to do it to one of the older pair. They finally agreed to this condition, so we all went upstairs and the boys undressed in their own rooms before coming to the master bath. Prior to them getting into the shower though, I explained nothing was to be said about this outside of the house and they would have to follow the rules we'd set or I'd stop what they were doing immediately. After they all agreed, I had Tyler adjust the water first, before they all stepped inside.
I was glad Matt and Kelly had decided to have clear glass installed on the shower stall and had put in a good ventilation fan, so it didn't fog up. It allowed me to keep track of what was going on inside, so I'd be able to see if anyone was breaking the rules. As soon as the boys got into the shower, Justin grabbed a hold of Tyler's penis and began to stroke it. Tyler stopped him and then he and Dylan told the younger ones to massage their scrotums first, to help them get hard. Then, Dylan had Marcus and Ethan stand on either side of him and place their hands so they could do it together.
Once the process began, Dylan and Tyler told the younger boys if they were doing anything wrong, like digging their fingernails into the skin or squeezing too hard, and the little ones caught on fairly quickly. It didn't take very long before I heard Dylan and Tyler begin to pant and moan, as they got closer to their release. When they began to ejaculate, I heard the little ones squeal in delight.
"That was neat!" Justin exclaimed, as Tyler's penis erupted. "When will I be able to do that?"
"When you're our age," Tyler assured him, as soon as he caught his breath.
"Ewww, it's sticky!" Ethan complained, when some of Dylan's semen landed on his hand.
"I can't wait until I can do that too," Marcus offered. "Did it feel good when it happened?"
"Yes, it did," Dylan agreed, "otherwise boys wouldn't want to do it as often as they can."
"They do it a lot?" Ethan gasped, as I realized Dylan might have unwittingly opened a can of worms. "To themselves or to other boys?"
"Mostly to themselves, and most boys probably do it at least once a day," Dylan quickly replied.
"Oh wow! I can't wait then!" Marcus exclaimed, as his face showed how eager he was for that to happen to him.
"Do it to me now!" Justin demanded, as he thrust his hips out, so his little erection was closer to Tyler.
"Yeah, do it to me too," Marcus told Dylan, since he had an erection too.
"Me too," Ethan chirped, although his penis was so small it was difficult to tell if it was hard or not, because it kind of always looked that way.
Dylan and Tyler quickly glanced at me and I nodded my consent. After a slight hesitation, they got down on one knee and started to return the favor. Dylan had a tiny penis in each hand, since he had two boys instead of just one to satisfy. Since none of the younger boys could produce any semen yet, it was hard for Dylan and Tyler to tell if they'd had a dry orgasm, but they continued to masturbate their young partner for a short time and then stopped.
"That was fun," Ethan noted, once they'd finished. Justin and Marcus enthusiastically agreed.
Now that they'd all had a chance to do this, I told Dylan and Tyler it was time to wash the boys, so I could dry them off and put them to bed. I think the little ones knew better than to complain about stopping, so they did what I asked and allowed the older pair to wash them. When they finished, I dried them off with a towel and sent them to put on their pajamas. Once they'd done that, I tucked them in bed and kissed them goodnight.
When I went back to my bedroom, Dylan and Tyler were waiting for me.
"I hope that takes care of them now, so they don't ask to do it again," Tyler stated first.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," I replied. "Now that they've done it once, they might want to do it again."
"Marcus and Ethan did ok and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I'd rather you did it to me instead," Dylan followed, as he looked at me and grinned.
"You and Tyler have each other to do it with, so that should be enough," I replied.
"You agreed to let them do it to us, so they would know what it was like, so why can't I do it once with you? I want to know what that is like too, so why would it be any different?" he continued, not giving up.
"There's a big difference," I stated, while turning to face him. "You are all minors, so nothing would happen to any of you if anyone found out what you just did. They would just write it off as youthful experimentation. In my case, however, I'd be sent away and locked up for a very long time."
"I'd never tell, so that won't ever happen," Dylan offered in return.
"You're right about one thing," I agreed. "It will never happen."
I then followed them over to Tyler's room, kissed both boys goodnight and wished them sweet dreams. Then, I went downstairs to check on everything before I returned to my room. When I got there, Dylan was naked and sitting on my bed as he waited for me.
"Ok, I'm sorry if I got carried away again," he apologized. "It's just that I really, really like you and wouldn't mind doing stuff with both you and Tyler. I just feel so comfortable with you."
"But I'm about the same age as your parents, so wouldn't that make you feel a little weird?" I wanted him to know this, in case he hadn't thought about it on his own.
"Nah, because your more like a friend, even if you are older" he replied, sincerely. "Yeah, you set rules for us to follow and we know you will punish us if we do something wrong, but you're more like an older brother, even if you are as old as my mom and dad."
"I appreciate that and I'm glad you think of me this way, but I have to set limits when it comes to stuff like this," I responded.
"Are you sure?" Dylan persisted. "I'd even be willing to bet that Tyler would like to do stuff like that with you too. He has never said anything about it, but I know he likes you just as much as I do."
"That may be, but technically I'm his parent, even though he calls me Uncle Blake," I countered, as I wondered if there was a reason he'd suddenly brought Tyler into the conversation.
"I'd still bet that if I asked him, he'd agree," Dylan continued. "I know we both really like sleeping with you and I get hard just thinking about being next to you. I'm pretty sure Tyler gets hard when we sleep with you too, that's why I think he'd be willing to do stuff with you as well."
"Look, I'm willing to help you boys with anything else, but I can't be doing those things with you," I offered, as a compromise. "I'll tell you about things, but I just can't get physical with you."
"I think you're nuts, because I know we could make you feel really good too," Dylan shot back. "If you're wondering, I'm pretty sure Tyler and I are at least bi, if not totally gay."
"How do you even know about that stuff?" I wondered. "Tyler told me your sex education course isn't that good and doesn't teach you much, so how do you know about being bi?"
"We don't learn much in class, but Jacob told us about it," Dylan replied. "He knows about things like that and told us he was bi-sexual at Tyler's birthday party. He also told us what it meant."
"I guess more went on at the party than I realized, but that still doesn't change a thing," I stated, as I considered what else might have happened that night. "Have you been with a girl yet, and if you have, did you enjoy it?"
"Tyler and I have both dated girls, but we haven't had sex with them or anything like that. We've only kissed them," Dylan answered. "It was ok, but I really like doing stuff with Tyler more and I wish you would let me do those things with you too."
"Keep wishing then," I quipped, in response.
"I thought Tyler told me you were gay and had a boyfriend once, so I was hoping I could convince you to do stuff with me now, since you don't seem to have anyone else to do it with," Dylan added, and I'm sure my mouth must have dropped open in surprise.
"Tyler told you that?" I responded, totally shocked. I wasn't sure if I should be upset with Tyler or not.
"It was before you came to live with him," Dylan answered. "I knew Tyler from school and when somebody made some really nasty comments about gays one day, Tyler said he had a gay uncle who was a great guy and really nice too. After I met you, I asked Tyler if you were the same uncle and he said you were his only uncle. When I asked him how he knew you were gay, he told me that you brought your boyfriend to his house before, but you guys weren't together now."
I guess that answered my question. Tyler had just been sticking up for gays at the time and Dylan had then put two and two together later and questioned Tyler about it. I didn't feel I should be mad at Tyler for that.
"I'm not technically Tyler's uncle," I confessed. "His father and I were best friends in college, so when Tyler was born his mom and dad asked me to be Tyler's godfather. They also named me as guardian for all three boys, if anything were to happen to them, but they forget to mention that fact to me. I'm glad they did that though, because I really enjoy being with each of the boys now."
"So you're not really his uncle?" Dylan followed, trying to understand.
"I'm not his blood relative, but Tyler's parents always had the boys call me Uncle Blake," I explained.
"That's even better then," Dylan stated, although I wasn't exactly following his logic. "Since you don't have a boyfriend now, we can all help each other out once in a while."
"Dylan, my boyfriend was my age, not yours," I offered, trying to set him straight. "I've never really been attracted to anyone who was a lot younger than me. I like you, I really do, but I can't be doing those things with someone as young as you are."
"I think you're crazy, but maybe next year then," he responded, still not giving up.
"Maybe when you're 18, but probably not before then," I replied, in an effort to keep him from getting his hopes up. "So is that all you wanted?"
"Oh, no. I came over to have you see if you think the thing on my nuts got any bigger," he answered, which explained why he was naked.
"Have you noticed any difference?" I asked in return.
"I can't really tell. That's why I wanted you to check it for me," he replied, so I sat down on the bed and he moved in front of me, to allow me access.
Carefully, I examined his scrotum and found the lump again. I felt the area completely and thought it felt about the same as before. As I was checking him, however, the blood started rushing to Dylan's penis and it began to stiffen. I merely looked at his penis and then glanced up at his face, but I chose not to say anything.
"It did it on its own, I promise. I didn't do anything," he advised me, since he knew what was on my mind. "It always does that when you touch me or I'm close to you. It's because I really, really like you."
"I'll let it slide this time then, and I didn't feel any difference in the lump from the last time," I explained. "It seems to be the same size as before, so you can go back and sleep with Tyler without worrying about it now."
"Do I have to? If Tyler and I agree not to try anything, can we at least sleep with you tonight?" he wondered, while his eyes were pleading with me to give in. "We'll do it like we did the last time, with one of us on either side of you."
"Are you even sure Tyler wants to do this?" I pressed. "Maybe he just wants to be alone with you."
"I doubt it. We've already got off tonight, so we weren't planning on doing anything else. I'm pretty sure he'd like to sleep with you too, just like me," he stated. "I'll go ask him and find out."
Dylan immediately spun around and started to leave the room, even before I'd had a chance to respond, so I stopped him.
"Hey, I haven't said I'd be willing to do it, so don't go saying anything to him about this," I warned.
"Come on! Just let me ask him," Dylan pleaded. "If Tyler says yes, then you can let us sleep with you. Ok?"
I could tell he wasn't going to give up easily, but I also knew Tyler would want to do this as well. At least if I gave in, then I'd be able to get some rest and I always slept really well whenever Tyler or both of them were by my side all night long.
"If you absolutely promise no funny business, then I'll let you sleep in here tonight if Tyler wants to do it too," I agreed. "Even if I let you do this now, it is not going to become a regular occurrence."
"Ok. Hang on and I'll be right back then," he agreed, as he sped out of the room to ask Tyler. I snuck into the bathroom to go through my nightly ritual after he disappeared and pretty soon Tyler walked into the bathroom without knocking first, so he could speak with me. I guess maybe I should start locking the door when I'm in here.
"You're really going to let us do this?" he asked, while looking at me quizzically.
"I agreed to do it tonight," I confirmed. "Just to sleep though, nothing else."
"Yeah, I figured that much, but this is still good," he offered. I thought he was done, but then he continued. "I hope you know that Dylan is serious about wanting to do stuff with you and he really likes you too. I wouldn't mind if you did those things with him too, like you do with me. You've always let me mess around with Dylan too, so this way we can both do it with him. Even if you were doing stuff with Dylan, I'd still know you liked me best." He winked and gave me a hug after saying this.
"Did you tell him about us?" I asked, mildly shocked by his comments.
"No! Of course not," Tyler assured me.
"Ok. Look, I know you want me to do it with him too, but if you remember, I really didn't want to do anything with you either," I reminded him. "I'm just not attracted to guys so much younger than me and I'm still not sure why I let you talk me into doing those things with you either, but that's a discussion for another time. We'd better get back out there before Dylan starts to get suspicious."
Tyler thought quickly and flushed the toilet before we left the bathroom. When we walked into the bedroom, Dylan was giving us a strange look.
"What were you guys doing in there? Were you talking about me?" he wanted to know.
"No, I had to pee and Uncle Blake was brushing his teeth when I went in there," Tyler replied, before giving me a 'yeah, you called it' look.
"Do you two always do stuff like that together?" Dylan persisted, while still looking skeptical.
"Just once in a while," Tyler answered. "I realized I needed to pee when I was coming over here, so I just decided to use his bathroom. I didn't know Uncle Blake was going to be in there when I walked in, but we've done stuff like that sometimes, so it wasn't a big deal."
I wasn't convinced Dylan was buying Tyler's explanation, but they both dropped the subject and headed over to get in bed.
"Aren't you going to put anything on first?" I asked, since they were both naked.
"We did it this way the last time, so what's the big deal?" Dylan shot back, while giving me a hopeful look.
"Ok, but just remember, no fooling around," I reiterated.
The boys agreed to my stipulation and let me get in bed first. Then, they got in beside me, one on either side. They pressed their bodies up against mine and I could tell Dylan was getting an erection, which he didn't have a few seconds before, but neither of us mentioned it. After a few minutes though, I could feel Tyler was getting one too, but I ignored his as well. I had a pretty good idea about why this was happening and what they both wanted me to do. In fact, I probably would have given in to Tyler if we were alone, but as much as I liked Dylan, I just didn't think I should get involved with him too. Maybe I'm just being overly cautious and uptight, but I'd rather be like that than to be locked up for any amount of time.
Before long, however, I could hear both boys' breathing begin to slow and even out, so I knew they were both falling asleep. Eventually, I felt their erections go down too, so I knew even their dreams about me had ended as well. Shortly after that, I entered dreamland with them.
When I woke up Saturday morning, Dylan and Tyler were pretty much coiled around me. It was almost like sleeping with a pair of human boa constrictors, except these two were merely wrapped around me to show their love and not because they were looking to ease their hunger pangs. As before, I could feel their morning wood pressing into my thighs, but I didn't have time to think about that or wait for them to wake up before I started moving. Carefully, I tried to pry myself away from them so I could get up, but I unintentionally woke them in the process.
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked, as soon as he realized I was attempting to get out of bed.
"I have to get up and start getting things ready, because Ethan, Marcus and Justin all have practice this morning," I explained. "You and Dylan can sleep in and stay here if you want, since your practice isn't until this afternoon."
"No, we'll get up too, because we want to go with you," Dylan answered from the other side. "We want to see who is on the other teams and watch their practices too."
"Then you'll have to get up and get moving," I suggested, and they suddenly threw back the covers.
After they did this, they both began to stretch and yawn first, while their piss-hards swayed hypnotically back and forth, like cobras responding to the snake charmer's flute. Dylan saw me looking at his penis and took advantage of the fact.
"I keep offering to let you play with it," he teased. "I know it would like for you to do that."
"I was just watching to make sure it didn't turn into a fountain and start watering my bed," I shot back, which caused him to giggle.
"Ok, I'll go empty it then, so you don't have to worry, but you can still play with it after I finish," he offered, yet again.
"I've got to hurry and get your brothers up, before I go down to prepare their breakfast," I replied, rather than commenting about his offer. "You'd both better get busy too, if you want to go with us. Get dressed first this time, before you come downstairs, and bring everything you plan to take with you."
Dylan groaned, but I wasn't sure if it was because I'd ignored his offer or had suggested that they get dressed before they came downstairs. Either way, he and Tyler got out of bed and allowed me to get up too. As soon as they headed toward the other bathroom, I rushed to the master bath, emptied my bladder and washed my hands, before I went to wake up the little ones. After getting them out of bed, I told the boys to get dressed and round up all of the things they were going to take with them to their practices, so we could leave right after they ate.
After the boys had all chowed down, I set out to take Ethan to his practice first. As we got out of the Outback and started walking toward the baseball diamond, I spotted the coach and took Ethan over to introduce him.
"Hi, I'm Blake Hunter and this is my nephew, Ethan Weaver," I stated, as I greeted the coach. "I believe we got a call from you last Sunday, after you drafted Ethan."
"Yes, you did," he agreed. "I'm Rich Lucas and I'm coaching O'Charley's Angels this year. I've coached my other children in tee-ball previously and this year my youngest son, Benjamin, is on the team."
"I'm glad to meet you," I told him, as I shook the hand of the forty-something-year-old coach.
"Ethan, why don't you go play catch with the other kids and I'll be with you shortly," Coach Lucas told him, so Ethan ran off to meet his teammates.
I talked with Coach Lucas briefly and explained our situation to him, so he'd know why I'd always be dropping Ethan off and showing up at his games. He seemed like a nice enough guy and we got along fairly well, so I excused myself to let him start working with the team, as I went to sit with the other boys.
We couldn't stay there for very long though, because I had to take Justin and Marcus to their practice. Ethan's practice began at 9:00, but Justin and Marcus' practice was scheduled to start at 10:00 at a different location. After talking it over with Dylan and Tyler, they decided they'd rather go with us and watch the other practice instead, so I told them I'd drop them all off there next and then come back to wait for Ethan's practice to end. I then went over and told Coach Lucas what I was going to do, so he wouldn't leave Ethan alone before I got back. He had no problem with that, so at 9:40 the boys and I got in the wagon again and I drove to the next field.
I followed a similar procedure with this coach as well, as I introduced myself, Marcus and Justin to him. This coach said his name was Jeffrey Howard and he looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two older. Once that had been taken care of, I left Dylan and Tyler there to keep an eye on their brothers, while I went back to get Ethan.
Ethan's team was doing sort of a scrimmage when I got there, with some of the kids playing the field and the remaining kids batting. The fielders were doing their best to try to get the other boys out and the coach was moving the players around, to see where he thought they would fit in best. Ethan had been playing second base when I first got there and he'd made a couple of nice plays, but then the coach switched him with the boy playing shortstop. I think the coach did this because he felt Ethan had a better throwing arm than the other boy.
A little while later, the coach brought Ethan in to bat. Ethan hit the ball harder than any of the boys I'd seen so far and was the only one who'd hit it past the outfielders. It wasn't over their heads, but the ball hit the ground and then rolled past them, as Ethan took off and began racing around the bases. I was impressed and pleased to see him doing so well and his coach seemed pleased and impressed as well.
As soon as his practice ended, Ethan came running over to me, all excited. He was nearly out of breath as he began to speak.
"Did you see me play?" he wanted to know.
"Yes, I did and you looked really good," I confirmed, bringing a huge smile to his face.
"It was fun and I made a friend too," he announced. "His name's Andrew. Come on, I want you to meet him."
Ethan then grabbed my hand and literally dragged me over to where his new friend was standing.
"Andrew, this is my Uncle Blake," Ethan announced to the boy. Andrew was a little cutie too, about Ethan's size with brown hair, brown eyes and a lovely smile.
"Hi," I said simply, when he looked up at me. "I guess you two will be playing on the same team this year. Does anyone call you Andy or Drew?"
"Nope, just Andrew," he stated, as I saw a woman moving in our direction.
"May I help you?" she asked when she got closer. She was also eyeing me suspiciously.
"My nephew just brought me over to introduce me to his new friend and teammate," I offered in response.
"Oh, that's nice. I'm Sally Prescott, Andrew's mother," she stated, as she reached out her hand to shake. I accepted the offer and introduced both Ethan and myself.
She and I then talked for a few minutes, while the boys chatted with each other. I explained our situation to her as well, so she'd understand why Ethan was introducing his uncle to her son. She then told me that she was a single mother, but she only had the one child to take care off. We then agreed that maybe we could help each other out by keeping an eye on each other's son, to make sure they kept safe.
"Maybe Andrew can come to my house sometime," Ethan suggested. "My brothers have their friends come over all the time and I don't got nobody."
I then explained to Sally about Dylan and Justin too and how their parents were going to help me with the older pair. She thought that was very nice and agreed she would be willing to bring Andrew over sometime for a visit. From the way she said this, I knew it was so she could inspect the house and assess the situation first, before agreeing to let her son spend any time with us. I didn't have a problem with that and felt it was a wise move on her part, since she'd just met us.
I then told her that I had to take Ethan and go to where his next older brother was practicing. We said goodbye and then Ethan followed me over to the Outback. As we were driving to Marcus' practice, I decided to ask Ethan a question.
"Did you just meet Andrew today or did you know him from before?" I wanted to know.
"I just met him here, but I've seen him at my school too," he answered. "He's not in my class and has a different teacher, but he's in first grade like me."
I found that interesting. The boys had seen each other before, but had not really met until today. I wondered if they'd grow close as friends or if Ethan had just latched on to the first boy he came across, so he wouldn't feel so alone.
When we got to Justin and Marcus' practice, Dylan and Tyler quickly filled me in about what had been going on there.
"The coach tried Marcus at second and third base earlier, but he just moved him to shortstop," Tyler informed me, as I sat down next to him. "He's looked pretty good at every position so far, so I think the coach is just trying to see where he'd help the team the most."
"That's great," I replied. "Marcus told me he wants to pitch too, so he can be like you guys." They both smiled in response.
"The coach started Justin in left field, but then he moved him over to center," Dylan added. "I think Justin's got pretty good range and instincts for never having played before."
"Yes, he's really been working hard whenever I've taken you boys to the park," I remarked. "In fact, he's probably showed the most improvement out of all of you." Dylan smiled and looked out as his brother, which let me know he was proud of Justin's accomplishments too.
We watched the rest of their fielding practice and then the coach started calling them in, so he could throw batting practice to them next. When it was Marcus and Justin's turns, they both did really well and I could almost see the coach mentally assessing where he was going to put them in the lineup.
Once their practice ended, I took all of the boys to get some lunch. After talking it over with them, we decided to go to Moe's, because the boys were up for some Mexican food. That was fine with me and once again it meant I didn't have to fix anything.
After we finished up there, we had some time to kill before Dylan and Tyler's practice would start. That wasn't until 2:00, so I decided to take the boys to a sporting goods store next.
"Why are we coming here?" Ethan wondered, when he saw the store I was parking in front of.
"I thought maybe I would buy you and Marcus a couple of early birthday presents," I replied. "I figured maybe you'd both like a new bat and a pair of cleats to use when you played baseball this year."
Both boys were excited and said they'd like that, so I took them inside and we looked at the bats in their size. While they were checking for one they liked, Marcus turned to Justin and made an interesting comment.
"I want you to help me pick one out, so you can use it too," he offered. "I want you to do just as good as me, so we'll both use the same bat."
Justin broke into an ear-to-ear grin and I was pleased that Marcus was thinking about more than just himself.
"It's really nice of you to make that offer to Justin," I told him.
"Me and Dylan do that too," Tyler quickly added. "We've both used my bat at all our games so far this year. He's also used my ankle and elbow guards too."
"I thought I'd noticed that, but I'm still impressed and glad to see you boys are willing to share with your friends," I praised them.
Once both boys had selected the bat they wanted, we went to look at cleats for them next. Once they'd each selected the pair they wanted and we'd found the right size, I took the items to the register to pay. As soon as we got in the Outback again, the little ones were busy checking out their new equipment. I glanced at the clock and figured it would probably be best if I took them directly to the field where the last practice was being held, just in case we got caught in traffic again.
When we pulled into the parking area, I was surprised to see Curtis there as well. I guess the boys had only talked to the 7th graders about whether they'd made a team and hadn't asked the 8th graders what team they'd played on the previous season.
Before the boys raced off to talk to him, I told them we should go speak with the coach first. They agreed and followed me as we walked in his direction. He spotted us and met us part way.
"I remember these two from the tryouts and think I got the best pair in the draft. I was so happy to learn you two were going to be drafted together, because otherwise I probably would have only been able to get one of you and not the other," he began. "My name in Mo Washington and I'm the coach of this team. We finished in last place last year, but only because the older boys on the team weren't very good. It was my first year as coach, so those boys were already on the team and I didn't get to pick them. I know we're going to do much better this year."
"That's great to know," I told him, before I introduced myself and explained our situation. "I see you have another of their school teammates playing for you too."
"Oh, yeah. Curtis kind of gave me the heads up about these two, so that's why I was so eager to draft them," Mo told us. "I got one of you in the first round and the other in the second round of the draft. That's because Curtis really went on and on about how good you two were when he came down at the end of the tryout session. He told me about each of his teammates that were trying out, but he said I should try to get you guys if I could."
"Curtis really said that?" Dylan asked, as he glanced over at one of the 8th graders that had cost them a perfect season.
"Yeah, he said you two were definitely the cream of the crop," Mo agreed, as I could see Dylan and Tyler's mood about Curtis beginning to soften.
We talked for a little while longer and then the boys left to warm up. I saw them go directly over to Curtis first, so they could talk to him for a while before they started to play catch. I was hoping they'd be able to bury the hatchet without sinking it into anyone's skull.
I then went to sit on the bleachers and watch the practice, but the three little ones went off to play catch and swing their new bats. I even saw Marcus pitching to the other two, as they moved to an unused corner of the park.
There were no surprises at this practice and it looked as if Dylan and Tyler would both be playing shortstop, possibly while the other one was pitching. I had seen a few boys throwing to a catcher, but I wasn't very impressed with the 14-year-old boy on the receiving end. Maybe Dylan and Tyler could give him some suggestions to help him improve his performance, since they'd been there when I worked with Carlos. They had heard every bit of advice I'd given him, so maybe they could pass some of it along to this boy as well.
The little ones came over to sit with me when they got tired of playing by themselves and we began to watch the practice. I commented about different things as the older boys worked out, since I figured they might be able to learn something while they were watching. No one complained about doing this and I felt every little detail they picked up would only make them better.
When the practice finally ended, Dylan and Tyler came over to us and we walked to the Outback together. Once they were all inside and buckled up, Tyler told me something.
"Curtis apologized to us for screwing up in the game we lost," he announced. "He said he was really sorry and promised not to do anything like that on this team."
"And what did you say to him?" I wondered.
"We told him we'd forgive him, as long as he played hard all season long," Dylan answered. "We told him everyone makes mistakes, but just not to repeat it. We kind of got that from you."
"You did?" I asked confused.
"Yeah, when we were watching the Braves game," Dylan replied. "Don't you remember? You told us that one of the differences between the guys that make the majors and the guys that don't isn't just that they're better athletes. You said even great players make mistakes as they starting out; it's just that when they make a mistake they learn from it and then don't make the same one again. You also said the players that aren't as good often repeat their mistakes and continue what they're doing wrong, so they never improve. We just figured Curtis needed a chance to learn from his mistake too."
"Wow! I didn't realize you boys were listening to me that well," I countered, while looking at them impressed.
"We do and that's why we're all doing so good at baseball now," Tyler confirmed, with Dylan nodding in agreement.
As I looked in the rearview mirror at the others, they were all nodding their heads in agreement. Damn, I didn't think they were listening to our conversation now either, so I guess that means I've got to watch what I say whenever they're around.
I dropped Dylan and Justin off at their house a few minutes later and both boys thanked me for last night and today. When Don and Cherie came out to greet them, the boys and I got out and went over to chat with them for a while and I filled them in about the practices. Then I took my three home, so they could get cleaned up before dinner.
Marcus and Ethan wanted to know if I'd wash them in the shower this time, since Justin wasn't there. They promised not to touch me like they did the time before, but said they liked showers better than baths now. They also liked me to wash them too, so they wanted to do it this way.
I thought about this for a few seconds before I answered and realized it would also speed up the time it took each night to do this, as long as they kept their promise. I could also take my shower at the same time, which would free up some time for me in the morning as well. They'd seen me naked before, not that I go parading around without anything on, but there had been other times when it had happened, like when we all got wet washing the cars. After I considered their request, I agreed to do this, but I also advised them it would be absolutely the last time, if either of them did anything inappropriate.
They were thrilled that I was willing to give in and kept their promise, as I washed both of them in the shower stall in the master bath. Just as I was drying them off, Tyler showed up.
"Since you're still undressed, you can wash me next," he stated, as he gave me a wink.
I thought about this for a second, before I sent the little ones off to get dressed. Then, I stepped back into the shower with Tyler. I was amused that he wanted me to wash him too, and true to form he got an erection when I was washing his privates.
"I guess you should take care of that too," he quipped, as he swayed his hips and swung his penis back and forth in front of me.
"You had this planned all along, didn't you?" I shot back, as I glanced down at his erection.
"I knew it would get hard when you washed me there, so I was hoping you'd take care of it for me too," he confessed.
"Uggg! Teenagers and their constant erections," I teased, as I knelt down to take his penis into my mouth.
Tyler was more aggressive this time, since he was standing and found it easier to thrust his penis in and out of my eager orifice. He was like a dog humping someone's leg, as he rapidly thrust his penis in and out of my mouth to achieve his release. Since his movements were so hurried, it didn't take long before he reached the end of the line and began spewing his seed down my gullet. As soon as that happened, I reached up and held on to him, to make sure he didn't fall over, because I'd noticed his legs had suddenly turned to rubber.
Once we got out of the shower, he thanked me for doing that for him and then we both dried off and got dressed. I then went downstairs to make dinner and each of the boys came out to the kitchen to speak with me as I did this. Besides using the time to thank me for doing what they wanted earlier, they also wanted to talk about their practices. They all seemed thrilled with the teams they were on and each one appeared to like their new teammates and coach as well. I thought this was good; because now I wouldn't have to listen to them complain about any of this all summer long.
After dinner, the boys wanted me to come into the family room to watch TV with them. What they really wanted was to cuddle against me and the two little ones fell asleep before the last show ended. I had Tyler help me carry them upstairs again, but this time I merely stripped them down to their underwear and let them sleep that way for the rest of the night, rather than putting on their pajamas. After they were both in bed, Tyler asked a question.
"Can I please sleep with you tonight?" he wanted to know in a whining voice.
"Since you got off earlier, if you promise just to sleep then I'll allow it," I offered.
He immediately agreed, before he hugged and then kissed me on the lips. After that, we both went through our nightly rituals and he climbed into bed next to me. He snuggled against my side and kissed me on the cheek, before putting his head on my shoulder. He was out cold in a matter of minutes and we both slept like babies all night long.
Sunday morning, I got started early, because there was a lot to do. We'd been busy for much of the previous day, so I'd fallen behind on some of the things I would have normally done at that time. We needed to go out and do some grocery shopping, but there was also a ton of laundry to get caught up. Not only that, but the house needed to be cleaned too, so the boys would have to help me if they wanted me to do things for them during the week.
After they got up and I'd fed them breakfast, I had them all get dressed so we could run to the grocery store. After we picked up all the things we needed and put it all away, I had them go get the laundry hampers from their rooms. I started taking care of the laundry and cleaning the kitchen, while Tyler and the boys started dusting the furniture and vacuuming the carpets.
The boys finished the downstairs by lunchtime, so after I fed them lunch, I had them go upstairs and do the same thing in their rooms, while I cleaned the bathrooms. Once they'd finished, I gave them the rest of the day to do whatever they wanted, as long as their homework was done, while I went to finish taking care of the laundry. I'm sure glad they didn't give me a hassle about helping out, because I couldn't possibly have done it all by myself.
While I was doing the laundry, I was also thinking about work. Tomorrow we would be starting the beta process, which meant I'd be bringing work home each night as well. I could do some of it while the boys were doing their homework and before it was time to take them to their practices. Of course, I'd also have to take time to fix dinner too, but I was hoping there wouldn't be a lot left to finish when we got back later.
It sure would have been nice if I still had a boyfriend, because then he could have shared some of the responsibilities with me, but somehow I'd manage to survive. I was glad the Cochrans were going to be helping out though, because that would take some of the pressure off, especially when it came to practices and games.
The boys each had two practices during the week, but not at the same time. Marcus practice was going to be on Monday, and the Cochrans had already offered to pick him up and take him with Justin. Ethan had a practice on Tuesday, so I'd be taking him, but then Don and Cherie had also offered to take Dylan and Tyler to their practice on Wednesday. The boys were all going to be practicing on Friday, and I would guess Saturday too, but that wouldn't be so bad, since I wouldn't have to juggle it all around my job.
We had a chance to spend a little time together at the end of the night, so I thanked each of them for giving me a hand and helping to get everything done. They all said I was welcome and no one seemed to have a problem with having done it, so I was grateful. I was hoping it was because they realized how much I did for them, so this was their way of paying me back. It might also have been to make sure I continued to allow their friends to stay over.
We were all pretty tired by this point, so we cleaned up quickly and went to bed early. We knew we had a busy week ahead of us, so we'd have to get our rest when we could.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
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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.