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Installment 21
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
41 - Preparations.
Monday night, I met with the contractor so he could inspect the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when he advised me that he'd only need to replace the glass, but he would have to order it directly from the company, so it would take a couple of days before it got here. He said he should have it by Wednesday afternoon, so I made another appointment for the same time on Thursday, so he could put it in. I thanked him for his help and told him I looked forward to seeing him then.
The boys were pretty low-key for the rest of the week and I would often notice one or another glancing at the cardboard on the door and then suddenly look guilty afterward, which told me they felt badly about what had happened. That all came to an end on Thursday, however, when the man showed up again and repaired the door for us. He did a super job, because I inspected it after he finished and was unable to find any sign that anything had ever happened to it. It looked as good as new. Since he didn't accept credit cards, I wrote him a check and made sure the boys overheard how much it was for. I wanted to impress upon them what an expensive mistake they had made.
Now that the boys were out of school, games and practices could take place any night of the week or any time on Saturday. Sunday, however, was off limits to give families at least one day to spend with their children. This still complicated our ability to juggle getting the boys to and from games and practices, since any or all of them could have something going on at the same time. There was no limit on how often the teams could practice either and the only restriction was that the leagues required there should be at least two open days in between games.
The frequency of games broke down as follows. Ethan's league consisted of six teams and they were scheduled to play each of the other five teams twice, for a total of 10 games. Ethan's team would only play one game a week though, but they would also practice two or three times in between.
Marcus' league had 8 teams and they would play each of the other 7 teams twice for a total of 14 games. There would be weeks when his team would have only one game, but there would be other weeks when they would play two games. There was no limit on how often they could practice either, so Marcus' team could have something going on every day except Sunday.
Tyler's league only had six teams, just like Ethan's league, but Tyler's team was going to play the other five teams three times each. They would play one of those games as the home team and another as the visiting team. The third time they played each other, the team with the best record would be the home team, so playing well during the season would give them a slight advantage when they faced each other again. Tyler's team would also play one or two games a week, the same as Marcus' team, and they could also have something going on every day except Sunday too.
This meant the rest of May was like being part of a 3-ring circus. Even with Sally, Cherie and Don helping out, there were often times when sacrifices still had to be made. Even though it was difficult if one or two boys had a practice while another had a game at the same time, the problem became even worse if two boys had games that overlapped, but at different fields. We all worked together to make certain none of the boys were left out or left alone, but sometimes it meant we would have to miss someone's game to attend another. Whenever that happened, I always chose to go to the younger boy's game, since he played fewer. Besides, I had also watched almost all of Tyler's games when he played on the school team, so I felt I'd paid my dues when it came to him. Overall, we were just fortunate that each of the boys understood our dilemma and were good about dealing with it too.
All three of their teams were doing quite well and the boys were having a blast playing. Not only did they enjoy the success their teams were having, but they also enjoyed their teammates and had become close with them.
So far, Ethan and Andrew had played nearly every inning in each of their games, so they were happy about that too. They were also growing closer with one another as every day passed and were becoming truly great friends.
Marcus and Justin were playing a lot too and had even got to start a few games, even though they were among the youngest players on their team. Marcus' coach also gave him a chance to pitch the fifth game and he did a great job for his first outing. He had remarkable control for his debut and led his team to victory, but he didn't do it solely with his arm. He was also very effective with his bat and had a couple of big hits as well. Justin was also playing very well and didn't really let Marcus outshine him.
Dylan and Tyler were also doing very well and quickly became the main pitchers for their team. The one that wasn't pitching at the time would play shortstop, but when the older pitcher was used, Tyler would play shortstop and Dylan would move over to second base. No matter what position they were playing, the two boys played the majority of the innings. Their pitching and fielding weren't their only strong points, however, because they were also doing a fantastic job when they came to bat. Each one had a batting average over .500, but they also showed some remarkable power at times too.
Sally, Don, Cherie and I were all very proud of the boys' success on the ball field, but we were just as pleased by the camaraderie and closeness that was developing between the various boys. They not only got along really well with the one that was the same age, but they were terrific with each of the others too. The older boys were very protective of the younger boys and more than willing to pass along some of their knowledge to them. In return, the younger boys looked up to the older boys and attempted to emulate them in nearly every way possible.
Seeing Ethan's seventh birthday party was rapidly approaching, I'd been going over different ideas about what I was going to do for him. I wanted to have it all worked out in my mind first, so I could make the invitations and pass them out to his team at one of their practices. I'd have to do it soon, since I planned to have his party the first Sunday in June, because his birthday was actually the following day. I had a couple of different ideas I'd been toying with, but the long-range weather forecast indicated it was going to be quite hot then. The temperature every day would be reaching into the 90-degree range (32-37 C), so I finally settled on what I was going to do.
Once I'd made up my mind, I called and made the necessary arrangements and then I sat down at the computer to design the invitation. Once I was satisfied with how it looked and certain it contained all of the relevant information, I printed out the required number of copies.
Ethan had a practice scheduled for Wednesday, May 26th, so I knew it would be my best opportunity to inform his team about the party. It would be the last time they'd all be together and would still allow me to give them and their parents over a week's notice so they could plan accordingly. When we arrived at his practice that evening, I spoke to Coach Lucas and explained what I wanted to do, before I asked if he'd allow me to speak to his team before he dismissed them later. When he agreed to my request, I went over to the bleachers and sat down next to Sally.
"What was that all about?" she asked after we'd exchanged greetings.
"I asked the coach if I could speak to the team after practice, so I could invite all of Ethan's teammates to his birthday party. I plan on having it for him a week from Sunday," I explained. "If you'd allow it, I'd like to have Andrew spend both Friday and Saturday nights with us again that weekend. I'll bring him home after the party on Sunday."
"Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked, while looking doubtful. "You'll have a lot going on that weekend, so do you want to watch another boy?"
"Justin and Dylan will probably be staying over too, so one more won't be that much of a problem," I replied. "Besides, it will give Ethan something else to think about other than his party and the older boys will help me keep an eye on the younger boys as well."
"If you're sure; I'm certain Andrew would love to do that," she eventually agreed.
"I checked with Coach Lucas and he told me the team won't be having a practice that Friday, so I'll pick Andrew up after work," I offered. "Tyler and Marcus will both be having a game that night, so Andrew and Ethan can go with us to watch them play. I'm sure Don or Cherie will offer to take Dylan and Tyler to their game when it's time, because they'll have to leave before Justin and Marcus' game is over. The boys and I will see you Saturday afternoon at the Angels' game."
"As long as you're sure," Sally agreed.
"I am and I'm certain the boys will enjoy themselves the entire time," I confirmed. "Just make sure you get the invitation from Andrew, so you'll know what he'll need to bring with him." Sally nodded in response.
When Coach Lucas called the team in for the final time that evening, he also signaled for me to come down and join them. I hurriedly grabbed the invitations and went down to address the boys.
"Hi! I'm Ethan's uncle and I want to invite all of you to Ethan's birthday party, which will be held a week from Sunday," I began. "I have invitations that I'm going to pass out and it will explain everything and give your parents all of the information they will need. We're going to start off at our house and do a few things there first, but then I'm going to take all of you to the Bethesda Park Aquatic Center.
"It's supposed to be very hot that day," I continued, "so this will allow you to cool off on the water slide and in the pool, but you can also enjoy all of the other fun activities they have there. Just bring your swimsuits and a towel with you and you can change at our house before we head over there. Then, we'll come back to the house after we finish at the park and you can change back into the clothes you wore when you first arrived. After that we'll have pizza, cake and ice cream, before your parents come to pick you up."
The boys all seemed excited and were talking about the party amongst themselves, as I passed out the invitations. Some of the parents had been listening to what I'd told their sons and they asked a few questions once I was done. Some of the other parents came over to speak with me once their son handed them the invitation when they got to the car and I happily answered their questions as well. No one seemed to have any problems with anything I'd proposed and they merely seemed to be trying to clarify a few of the details.
"Thanks, Uncle Blake. I think this is gonna be fun," Ethan told me as we got in the car. "My friends all say they want to come to my party now."
"I'm glad and I think you'll enjoy your party as much as your brothers enjoyed their parties," I responded, silently happy about how excited he appeared.
I gave invitations to Justin and Dylan too, the next time I saw them. That happened at an Eagles' practice the following night, since Justin was there to watch his brother. They seemed excited about the party too, especially after I told them to ask their parents if they could spend both Friday and Saturday nights at our house that weekend.
After Justin and Dylan spoke to their mother and father about my suggestion, Cherie cornered me about something. "Don and I have no problem with our sons spending next weekend at your house for Ethan's birthday, but in return we want your sons to stay with us this weekend."
"I have no problems with that, so I'll tell the boys to pack a few things for Friday night," I agreed, although my heart wasn't really in it.
I knew Don and Cherie were only trying to even things out and give me a bit of a break too, but I hated it when the boys weren't around. I guess it meant that I'd just have to find something else to occupy my mind while they were away. I wouldn't have any work to finish up on the computer, since the Beta project would officially be ending earlier that day, so I'd have to focus on other things.
I decided I could use the time to tie up the loose ends that I still had for Ethan's birthday party. This included reserving a van, deciding on the present I was going to give him and ordering his birthday cake, but doing those tings wouldn't take up very much time. I could also try to figure out some activities we could have Ethan's teammates participate in after they arrived at our place and before I took them over to the Aquatic Center, but that shouldn't take very long either. What else was I going to do?
The boys weren't exactly thrilled about spending two nights at the Cochrans either, but they all calmed down a little after I explained that Aunt Cherie and Uncle Don thought it was the only fair way to do things. I ended by saying that if they wanted Justin and Dylan to come over the following weekend, then they would have to do this now.
That Friday, I opted to take Ethan with me when I went to watch Marcus' practice, even though Tyler had a practice too. I felt we had already seen plenty of Tyler's practices, if we counted those with the school team as well, so I felt I should spend this time watching Marcus' practice instead. After the boys left to go home with Cherie and Don, I drove around for a while, because I wasn't exactly in a hurry to return to an empty house. I knew it would only magnify my feelings of loneliness, so I looked for an alternative to fill the time.
After driving aimlessly around the city for about an hour, I finally decided to stop at a sports bar for a while and watch the Braves' game. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to fill the void either. Oh the game was exciting enough, so that wasn't the problem, but I just didn't have a great deal in common with the other people there. Nearly everyone else seemed to be more interested in binge drinking and having loud conversations with those sitting near them, rather than being interested in the game. They only got involved in what was going on in the game when the announcers got excited or the crowd at the stadium started to roar. Even though it wasn't exactly my thing, I stayed until the game ended and nursed a couple of beers the entire time. I did that because I certainly didn't want to get stopped on the way home and wind up being charged with DUI.
When I finally reached the house, I wandered from room to room for a while, before I attempted to find something on TV. Nothing caught my attention though, so I turned it off and went to my office and hopped on the computer for a while instead, to see if anything was happening there. I only had one email and no one was online that I wished to chat with, so I signed off and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.
I went in to take my shower first, but my mind kept envisioning the last time I'd showered with Tyler and Dylan. They were conniving little buggers, but I had to admit that I enjoyed doing the things they'd talked me into as much as they did. Now, I wished they were here so we could do them again.
I also had a tough time falling asleep after getting into bed, and even when I finally drifted off to sleep it wasn't a very relaxing slumber. I found myself constantly reaching out to cuddle with Tyler during my slumber, only to discover he wasn't there. I also had horrid dreams about the boys being taken away from me, so I wasn't exactly refreshed when I got up the following morning.
Saturday turned out to be a little better for me, but only because Marcus and Ethan had games I could attend. It would give me an opportunity to see all of the boys again and temporarily end the withdrawal pangs I was currently going through. Marcus' team played at 10:00, while Ethan's game wasn't until 2:00, so it would fill up part of my day. Marcus' teammates all said 'hi' to me at one point or another and most of them mentioned they'd had a good time at Marcus' party. I think the other ten and eleven-year-olds had an ulterior motive for doing this, because I felt they were silently hoping I would do something similar again next year and invite them. These boys would all be staying together on the same team the following summer too and their coach would only pick up enough new boys to replace the departing twelve-year-olds.
Once Marcus' game ended, Don and Cherie suggested that we could go to lunch together again, but they wanted to go to T.G.I. Fridays. That was fine with me; because I'd be sharing a table with all of them, but I had a feeling Don and Cherie would expect me to chat with them. I hoped to be able to have some time to interact with the boys too and hopefully one or two of them would sit beside me.
This time when the meal ended I asked our server for the check, but he indicated Don had already taken care of it. When I asked how he could have done that already, Don said he had slipped the server his credit card when the server took away the dirty dishes and then he signed the slip when he said he was going to the men's room. I thought that was pretty sneaky of him.
When I got to Ethan's game later, his teammates also said 'hi' to me and added that they were looking forward to coming to Ethan's birthday party the following weekend. Some of their parents even stopped by to speak with me and most told me they thought it was nice that I had invited the entire team and not just a few of the boys. I merely responded that I felt it was the only fair way to do it, since Ethan liked all of his teammates, not just some of them. I also noticed Sally chatting with the other parents, but I never gave it another thought. I wanted to focus on the boys while I could.
Once Ethan's game ended, I decided to hit a few stores as I continued my search for the perfect gift for Ethan. I still hadn't found anything for him by dinnertime, so I stopped by the diner to get something to eat. Ann and her manager both commented about me being alone, so I told them the boys were with Justin and Dylan's parents for the night. They both said it was nice that we took turns like that, but I didn't tell them I thought it was a horrible idea. Instead, I smiled and pretended it was a good thing, because I didn't want to have to explain why I missed the boys so much.
After I got home I was still lonely, but I focused on the fact that the boys would be coming back the following afternoon. As I went through my nightly preparations, I spent the time trying to think about what I might be able to do with the boys once they returned. Maybe I'd ask them if they wanted to go see a movie or I could always take them to see the Gwinnett Braves play, since I knew they had a home stand this weekend. I happened to see an ad for the games when I was looking for something to watch on TV, but I was mildly surprised I even remembered it. They were both possibilities though, so I guess I'd just have to wait and see what the boys wanted to do.
That night I cuddled with the extra pillow on the bed, while pretending it was Tyler. It wasn't a perfect solution and even subconsciously I could tell the difference, but it still helped me sleep a little better than I had the night before. I awoke slightly more refreshed than the previous morning and quickly focused on when the boys would be coming home again.
Although the next few hours dragged on for me, I rushed to the front door when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I waved at Don and Cherie as I opened the door, to let them know I was home. Since they weren't getting out of their vehicle, I figured they were in a hurry, so the wave also served to thank them for taking the boys. The trio each hugged me on the way in, but we all turned to wave at the Cochrans again as they drove away.
"Did you have a good time?" I asked, once I'd shut the door.
"It was way better than last time, because we did a lot more," Marcus quickly told me.
"Yeah, Justin's mom and dad took us to a baseball game last night," Ethan added, his face glowing.
"Really? Which one?" I asked, as I experienced a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"The Gwinnett Braves," Tyler answered. "Uncle Don bought tickets for the game when you agreed we could stay over." Well there just went one of the ideas I had for today.
"That's great! So did you enjoy yourselves?" I asked, as I tried to fake an interest and being pleased.
"Yeah, it was a fun game," Marcus answered. "The Braves won and they even hit a couple of homeruns."
"And I got to meet Chopper!" Ethan announced, very excited.
"Chopper's the team's mascot," Tyler quickly explained, when he saw the confused look on my face. "I'm not sure what kind of animal it was supposed to be, but it was big, fuzzy and only had one tooth. It kind of looked like a gopher or a beaver, but a beaver would need more teeth." Tyler giggled after saying that. "And next year some of the players we saw at the game might even be playing for the Atlanta Braves."
"And you'll already know who they are," I countered, trying to make a positive out of it.
"Uncle Don bought us a hot dog, coke and snow cone during the game too," Ethan added, looking pleased.
"It sounds as if Uncle Don went all out," I observed. Even though it was something I'd thought about doing with the boys, I was actually glad he'd done this for them.
"So are you hungry?" I followed, since I didn't know if they'd eaten yet.
"Nah, we had popcorn at the movie theater earlier and then Aunt Cherie made lunch for us when we got back to their house," Marcus replied. Damn, there went my second idea!
"So you went to the movies with them too?" I asked, somewhat surprised and deflated.
"Yeah, they took us to see Maleficent," Tyler answered. "It was pretty good, even though it was a fairy tale."
"It was scary. She was really mean and turned into a dragon," Ethan added, his eyes wide as he thought about the movie.
"So what do you boys want to do now that you're home?" I asked, since I didn't have any ideas.
"How bout we just spend some time with you," Tyler quickly responded.
"Yeah, we missed you," Marcus chimed in. "It was fun with Uncle Don and Aunt Cherie, but we wished you were there too."
"Yeah I didn't get to sit on anyone's lap at the baseball game or the movie," Ethan added with a pout.
"I'm sure Aunt Cherie would have held you," I offered in response.
"But it wouldn't be the same as being with you," Ethan replied. "I liked it when I used to do that with Mommy, but now I like doing it with you. I don't want to do it with other people." He couldn't possibly have realized how much his comment touched my heart.
"In that case, let's go see what's on TV and you can all cuddle with me once we find something," I suggested. They all seemed to like the idea, so that's what we did for the next couple of hours.
Eventually, I had to get up and make dinner, which we ate together in the dining room. In between mouthfuls, the boys commented about the upcoming week and the games they had, but they also wanted to talk about following weekend. They were excited that Andrew, Justin and Dylan would all be staying over both nights, but they were also looking forward to Ethan's birthday party.
Later, after I'd showered with Ethan and Marcus and put them to bed, Tyler pinned me down about something that had totally slipped my mind. With everything else that had been going on, I'd forgotten all about it, but he eagerly brought the topic back to the forefront.
"When are you going to give me the next bigger dildo?" he wanted to know. "I've had the other ones for ages and I'm ready for the next one now."
"First of all, you've made no indication that you were even using them," I pointed out. "Second, I told you to come to me when you were ready, so it was up to you, not me."
"Well I'm coming to you now, so can I have it?" Tyler wanted to know.
"Go get the other two dildos and the lube first, so I can see how you're handling those," I recommended. "If you're doing ok with them, then I'll happily give you the next one."
"But I'm telling you I'm ready," Tyler insisted.
"That may be, but I just want to see it for myself," I countered.
When Tyler raced off to his room to get the items I'd requested, I went to my closet and quickly retrieved the bag that held the last two dildos and grabbed the one in question. I then set it on my nightstand, behind the alarm clock where it wasn't quite as noticeable. I was back to where I'd previously been standing when Tyler reentered my bedroom.
"Ok, here's the things you wanted," Tyler announced, while giving me a dirty look. "What do you want me to do now?"
"I know you're not happy about this, but just humor me," I began. "Take the smallest dildo, put some lube on it and show me how you've been using it on yourself."
Tyler rolled his eyes and started to get undressed, so I walked over to shut the door and lock it. I certainly didn't want the other two wandering in while he was doing this. Once Tyler was naked, he lubed up the first dildo and began working it into his rectum. It seemed to go in very easily and he was working it in and out without any problems.
"Ok, now do the same thing with the next one," I suggested and Tyler flashed me another exasperated look.
Even though he didn't seem happy about complying, Tyler did as I asked and replaced the smallest one with the next larger dildo. That one seemed to slide in just as easily and Tyler didn't have any apparent discomfort while using it. Seeing that, I slowly made my way over to the nightstand and grabbed the dildo Tyler had inquired about.
"Ok, now do the same thing with this one," I stated, as I offered it to him. "Just do it slowly, because it is substantially larger than the last one."
He nodded, took it from me and lubed it up. I saw him wince slightly as he started to work it in this time, so I offered a suggestion.
"Push out a little with your butt muscles, like you might do on the toilet. Just not so much that you make a mess," I instructed and he immediately gave me a disgusted look.
"I think I know better than to do something like that," he sneered.
"I figured you did, but I just wanted to be sure," I shot back. "I certainly didn't want something like that to happen and then have you complain that I didn't warn you."
He merely shook his head and rolled his eyes again, as he began to work the dildo into his chute. It took a little effort on his part this time, but he eventually adapted to it and worked it back and forth for a couple of minutes.
"Ok, take that one with you, because it looks as if it will take a while before you're completely comfortable with it. Yes, I know you got it in, but I want you to get to the point where it goes in a lot easier than that. I could see it wasn't exactly a stroll in the park when you did it, so practice with it for a while."
"Ok, but I'll be back for the last one a lot sooner this time," he advised me. "I'm going to need some more lube too."
"I'll get the lube for you, but I'll only give you the next dildo when I think you're ready for it," I replied. "I'll just want to make sure you're as comfortable with the one I just gave you first and see that you are able to use it as easily as you did with the other two. By the way, has Dylan been using the dildos too?"
"Yes, I use them on him when I'm sucking him off and he does the same with me," Tyler informed me.
"And you're cleaning them off really well in between?" I asked, since I hoped he had been heeding my previous suggestion.
"Yes, we both use the hottest water we can stand and the antibacterial soap to clean them off when we're done," Tyler confirmed. "I just wish there was an easier way to do it, but we'll keep doing it that way, so don't worry."
"I guess I could probably buy some condoms for you to slip over the dildos and that would serve the same purpose," I mused. I just wasn't sure if I wanted a bunch of condoms lying around where the little ones could find them either.
"Yeah, that sounds like a better way of doing it, if you're willing to get some of those for us," Tyler immediately confessed.
"I will, because it will be a good way for you to learn how to apply one correctly too," I pointed out. "If I do this for you though, you'll need to promise me two things. One is that you'll keep them where your brothers won't find them, like you're doing with the dildos. Second, once you've removed a used condom, I want you to discard it in a way that your brothers won't find it by accident."
"Can we flush them down the toilet?" Tyler immediately shot back.
"Absolutely not," I answered. "It would be better if you wrap it in a tissue after you remove it and then stick it in one of the plastic shopping bags that you can keep with the other items. Once it's pretty full, then you can tie the handles of the bag together and throw it in with the regular trash to be discarded."
"Ok, I can do that too," Tyler concurred.
"I'll stop and pick up some condoms at a store closer to work and not in the immediate neighborhood, in order to avoid any questions," I advised him. "Since I'm not seeing anyone at the moment and I don't go out on dates very often, I don't want anyone to get the idea that I'm buying them so I can use them to have sex with you boys."
"You will eventually though. Won't you?" Tyler pushed, since that was why he was doing this.
"Eventually, but I'm not setting any time limit on doing it with you either," I answered.
"I hope you don't make me wait too long, because it's really important to me," he immediately responded, while also giving me that hopeful expression.
"I still say it would be easier for you to do it with Dylan first," I offered. "You can already handle the dildo that's his size and once I get the condoms, you'd have everything you need."
"No! I want to do it with you first!" he countered, defiantly. "I may do it with Dylan after I do it with you, but I want you to be my first, just like you have been with nearly everything else."
"Then I hope you don't mind waiting," I shot back, without hesitation. "You could do it with Dylan now, but there's still another dildo you have to master first, before I'll even consider doing anything like that with you."
"I know, but that's what I want," Tyler insisted, while looking slightly dejected at the thought that it wasn't going to happen as soon as he wanted.
Once we finished our discussion, Tyler grabbed his clothes, the three dildos and the lube so he could take it all over to his room and put everything away. Then, I heard him make his way to the other bathroom to take his shower.
As soon as Tyler left my bedroom, I began to think about how I was going to handle it when he was able to accept all four dildos without any problems. I still wasn't comfortable with the idea of doing what he wanted, although every day my resistance to the idea was growing weaker. He had a way of slowly getting me to do what he wanted, so I had the feeling this wasn't going to be any different, but as of now it wasn't yet the case.
My thoughts were disturbed when Tyler reentered my room again, so he could sleep with me. After all, where would I be without my cuddly human teddy bear?
The following week was a blur of activity, because when I arrived at work on Monday, I finally remembered the beta project was going live. I wondered how many problems it might create or if a bunch of issues might develop that we hadn't caught during the testing phase, but there were very few glitches and the day went fairly smooth.
Between work, ballgames and practices, the week was very hectic. I was busy trying to keep up with everything that was going on, yet still finding enough time to tie up the remaining loose ends before Ethan's birthday party. Tyler had offered me a suggestion about what to get Ethan, so that was taken care of and it left me with one less thing I still had to worry about. I was physically exhausted by Friday afternoon, but mentally and emotionally rejuvenated, because each of the boys' friends would all be staying over both Friday and Saturday nights. Then on Sunday, Ethan's team would be stopping by for his party.
On the way home from work on Friday, I swung by to pick up Andrew, so Sally wouldn't have to drive him over. We'd pick up Justin and Dylan later, because both Marcus and Tyler's teams had games. Marcus' team was scheduled to play at 6:00 and Tyler's team had a game under the lights at 8:00, so Justin and Dylan would come home with us after the games.
Andrew was obviously excited to see me, because he shot out of the house and raced to the car when I pulled up. He had his bat pack on his back and his duffle in his hand, while Sally chased after him, grinning the entire way. I only got to chat with her briefly, because Andrew let us both know he was in a hurry to get going. Finally, we just conceded that we would finish our conversation at the boys' game the following afternoon, so I hopped in the car and headed home.
Since I'd called to place the order before I'd stopped to pick up Andrew, the pizza was delivered shortly after we reached the house. I carried the boxes directly to the kitchen counter, before I went to get the vegetable tray out of the fridge. I'd purchased it the night before, so now I placed it in the center of the dining room table. There was a collection of celery, carrots, tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower available, but there was also a large container of ranch dressing in the center of the various items. I knew most of the boys would enjoy dipping their veggies in it, but I also set out a small bowl of Thousand Island dressing for Andrew. Then, I gave each boy a plate with a slice of pizza on it and told them I expected each one to eat some of the vegetables too.
We had to hurry to get to Marcus' game on time, but I only remember seeing bits and pieces of it. Beside being exhausted and trying to chat with Don and Cherie, Andrew wanted my attention too. He continually thanked me for letting him spend the entire weekend with us, as well as mentioning how excited he was about being invited to Ethan's birthday party. It was really cute and he was totally sincere, so I couldn't be upset that he kept vying for my attention.
Before the game ended, Cherie offered to drive Dylan and Tyler over to the field where their game was going to be played, so the rest of us could stay to watch the remainder of Justin and Marcus' game. I thanked her and said we'd see her again shortly, as I was finally able to watch some of the action. The Masonite Braves won the game and both boys played really well, so they were all pumped up as they hopped into the Outback.
I was able to watch more of Tyler's game, since Andrew now had Marcus and Justin to hang out with too, along with Ethan. This time Don, Cherie and I got to spend some time together and were able to chat a little as well, as we watched our older sons play ball.
Tyler was pitching tonight and doing really well, and the rest of his team was doing a tremendous job in the field behind him, as well as hitting the ball solidly. Dylan and Curtis both played extremely well too and the Eagles won their game. As soon as it was over, we said goodnight to Don and Cherie and I herded the boys over to the Outback, so I could drive them home.
When we got to the house, I didn't have to say a word to the four youngest and they raced upstairs to get cleaned up. Marcus and Ethan knew I didn't want to take Andrew into the shower with us, so they had both agreed to take baths tonight. Before long, I had four naked boys standing behind me, furtively playing with their own and each others penises, as I filled the tub.
Ethan and Andrew were the first ones in, so I quickly washed them both, dried them off and left them standing there so they could watch me do the same with the next pair. Andrew giggled when both Justin and Marcus sprouted erections as I washed their genitals, but this time he also asked each boy if he could touch their penis after it happened. Justin and Marcus eagerly agreed to let him do it, much to Andrew's delight.
"Look! My wiener got hard too, when I touched Justin's wiener," he squealed in glee. Sure enough, when I turned to look it was obvious his little penis was as hard as the one he was touching and he was just glowing with pride.
When I finished up with them, the four boys asked if they could all sleep naked in Marcus' bed again. I almost said 'no', but after I remembered Andrew and Ethan's game wasn't until noon the following day, I eventually gave them permission to do it. I knew they would probably fool around with each other for a while first, but I also realized they were tired, so they'd probably fall asleep before too long, no matter how fascinating their playthings were.
When I got to my bedroom, I found Dylan and Tyler waiting for me. I could tell by the grins on their faces that they were up to something and I wouldn't have to wait very long before I found out what it was.
"Will you take a shower with us, so we can wash each other again?" Dylan asked without hesitation. I didn't immediately respond, so Tyler offered his encouragement.
"Come on! You know you liked doing it the last time," he urged, as he gave me his sweetest smile. "Please?"
"Just to wash each other?" I followed, although I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to that question.
"We'll wash each other, but it's kinda hard to say what else will happen," Dylan replied, trying to mask his true intent.
"Oh, I know exactly what will happen," I scoffed. "You two get erections every time I even look at your genitals."
"Is that so bad?" Dylan teased. "It just shows we really like you."
"What you actually like is having me masturbate you," I quipped, while giving him a sinister glare.
"Me and Tyler like that too, but we like doing other stuff with you just as much, even when we aren't doing that," Dylan replied, as he faked a hurt expression.
"So you wouldn't mind if I didn't do that with you tonight then," I partially jested back.
"Come on. You like to do it with us too, don't you?" Tyler pressed, as he batted his eyes at me.
"I don't know. Maybe I just do it so you won't cry," I conceded, while trying to make it sound as if I wasn't really giving in to them when we did this. If I were to tell them the truth, I was just as eager to do it as they were.
"Come on. Let's just do it!" Tyler urged, hopefully.
Once they knew I was going to give in, I saw the boys exchange conspiratorial glances, so I knew they were hatching some other kind of plan between them. Dylan wanted me to wash him first and Tyler was fine with that. I hadn't even finished washing his chest when I looked down and noticed he was already hard. When I glanced between his face and his groin a couple of times, he blushed a little and then spoke.
"It just does it on its own," he mumbled. "It really likes you and knows you're going to play with it soon." I merely shook my head and rolled my eyes, but I was also doing my best not to firm up too.
Once I'd finished cleaning him from head to toe, I reached out and grasped his engorged organ. He sighed as my hand came into contact with his penis and then he started to moan as I began to stroke it. I motioned Tyler to help me support him, because I could tell Dylan was becoming weak in the knees as he drew closer to his orgasm. Finally, his muscles tightened, he arched his back and streams of creamy white liquid erupted from the mushroom head. He was grunting and groaning with each burst, as Tyler and I kept him from collapsing onto the floor of the shower stall.
As soon as he recovered from his powerful release, he turned toward me, wrapped his arms around my neck, pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't just a quick peck either and Dylan greedily attacked my mouth and tried to force his tongue inside. After feigning some mild resistance, I allowed his tongue to enter briefly, before I pulled away. He had a big grin on his face as he spoke.
"Thank you! That was wonderful!" he gushed, and then he hugged me again. "I enjoy doing it with Tyler too, but it's so much more intense when you do it to me."
"I'm not sure why that would be," I countered, "except that maybe it's emotionally more fulfilling for you in some way." He looked at me a moment before he spoke.
"My dad has never hugged or kissed me or Justin, even when we were little," he stated, as he glanced down at the drain. "I guess that's why I like having someone older do stuff like this with me now. It's not that I'd want my dad to jerk me off or do sex stuff with me, but just knowing that a man I love is willing to touch me and make me feel good just makes me really happy."
"Ok, now I understand this better and I'm willing to help you out as much as I can, but there will have to be some limits though," I agreed.
Dylan started to hop around in delight when he heard my response, so I had to tell him to calm down before he slipped and fell on the wet surface. He eventually heeded my advice, but then he wrapped his arms around me again and gave me another massive hug.
Once I finished washing Tyler and had masturbated him as well, both boys started to scrub me. Dylan raced to get to my genitals first and began to stroke me, as Tyler rubbed his palm over my scrotum. When I looked down at Dylan, he must have thought I was going to stop him.
"Please let me do this for you?" he whined. "You let me before, so can't I do it again?"
"I wasn't going to stop you," I pointed out with a grin. "I was just trying to see your reaction while you were doing it."
His face broke into a huge grin when he understood what I was saying and he continued to jack me off. It was different than when Tyler did it, because Tyler wrapped his hand around my penis from underneath the shaft, where Dylan placed his hand on top of it. It gave the process a slightly different feel, but I enjoyed it just as much. When he realized I was about to cum, he stuck his other hand in front of my slit and collected some of my semen. Then I saw him lift it to his lips and taste it, but I wasn't about to say anything, since I didn't want to let him know I'd caught him in the act. I felt it might embarrass him, but then again maybe it wouldn't.
"Just like the last time, it tastes different than mine or Tyler's, but it's still good," he stated absentmindedly, almost to himself. Tyler and I didn't add our own comments though, since we weren't sure if he'd meant for us to hear that.
Once I had the boys clean up the mess and rinse the evidence down the drain, we turned off the water, got out of the shower and dried off. As soon as we were done, Dylan made his next request.
"You're going to let us sleep with you too, aren't you?" he wanted to know. I reached out and tousled his hair before I answered.
"Of course I am," I replied. "It's almost as if I'm a little kid again, because I sleep much better when I have my two teddy bears to cuddle with."
Dylan's face lit up after hearing my response and he hugged me again, before he attempted to kiss me once more. This time I made it a little easier for him, before I turned and did the same thing with Tyler. He had an ear-to-ear grin on his face as well, since he was as pleased that I was reacting this way and giving in to Dylan.
After I went to check on the little ones first and discovered they were all asleep, I slid into bed. Both boys immediately crawled in next to me, one on either side. After they managed to get comfortable, they each draped an arm and leg across my body, but I also felt their boyhoods starting to rise again.
"Aw come on. I've already taken care of you once. You can't be ready for more," I groaned, feigning being upset. Actually, I was impressed at their resilience and that I was able to make it happen to them one more time.
"It just happens, but you don't have to do anything this time, unless you want to," Dylan quipped, but I could hear the hope in his voice.
"Not right now, because I'm exhausted," I replied. "Maybe some other time."
"Can I get that in writing?" Dylan shot back, thinking he had me this time.
"Sure, I'll write it in your blood on your ass cheeks," I teased in return, only to hear his muffled 'ouch' in response.
"I'll pass then, but I'm not going to let you forget that you owe us," Dylan shot back. Even though I couldn't see his face in the dark, I could almost feel the grin forming on his lips.
"I don't owe you anything," I challenged. "I've more than paid and tipped you, probably more than I should have."
"Not more, but enough - for now," he quipped, as I tightened my arms around both boys' shoulders and squeezed them against my chest. We all fell asleep shortly thereafter and slept like babies until morning.
The boys were all up before me, because I was so physically exhausted that I didn't wake up until 9:30. They had kept the noise down to let me sleep and Dylan and Tyler were both smart enough to slip out of bed before the little ones woke up. They then went over to Tyler's room where the younger boys found them, which I was grateful for.
When I started looking for them, I found six naked boys in with Tyler as they waited for me to regain consciousness. The older pair had entertained the younger boys by letting them manually explore their genitals, although they wouldn't let the boys masturbate them. It seemed to be enough for the four younger ones though, especially Andrew.
"Dylan and Tyler let me touch their big wieners," he announced, once I'd discovered where they were.
"That was very nice of them," I agreed, "but it's probably not something you should tell anyone else."
"I won't," he quickly agreed.
I urged them all to get dressed before they came downstairs for breakfast this time. I was already dressed, so I made my way to the kitchen and began to prepare scrambled eggs, home fries, bacon and sausage links for them. When they came downstairs, Tyler made toast for those that wanted a slice or two to go with what I had made and then the boys stuffed themselves. Once we were all full, the boys had a little time to kill before Andrew and Ethan's noon ballgame, so they went into the family room to relax and watch cartoons.
Once we got to the ball field later, Andrew and Ethan went off to warm up with their team, while the rest of the boys joined me in the stands. Sally showed up a few minutes after we got settled in and came over to join us. Each of the boys said 'hi Aunt Sally', which brought a huge smile to her face in return.
"So how was last night?" she asked, after turning her attention to me.
"Busy," I replied. "After feeding the boys and attending two games, I took them home and got them all ready for bed. I have to admit that the younger boys were up well past their normal bedtime, but since they didn't have an early game, they should be fine."
"Yes, it certainly was a good thing they didn't have an 8:00 or 10:00 game then," Sally quipped back.
"If they had, Andrew and Ethan might have fallen asleep at their positions," I teased in response.
In between innings, I convinced Sally to join us for a late lunch after the game. I told her we'd go to the diner and see Ann, since I knew we'd all enjoy that. She thought it would be a good idea too, but we didn't tell the boys until the game was over. Ethan and Andrew were in a good mood at the time, probably because their team had won again. Before we left though, each of Ethan's teammates came over to say hello and tell me that they'd see us the following day, which I thought was sweet.
All of the boys were hungry again by the time we reached the diner and Ann was happy to see us. The boys all greeted her with a 'hi Auntie Ann' when we entered and she doted on each of them the entire time we were there. The boys filled up one booth, so Sally and I sat in another, and then we chatted and watched the boys interact with each other.
After we'd all said goodbye to Ann, we went outside and said goodbye to Sally next, before heading back to the house. During the ride, I could hear the boys talking about their games and some of the things that had happened. They not only critiqued their own play, but they also offered suggestions to each other.
Once we arrived at the house, the boys decided to challenge each other playing video games. Before they did that, however, I asked them to bring down their hampers. Then, while they were in the family room, I spent my time working on other things, like doing the laundry and making sure the house was in good shape for the following day. Eventually, I had to stop doing that as well, so I could start making dinner for everyone. I thought about taking them out to eat again, but I felt I could continue working on these other things while the meal was cooking, so I'd get even more done.
It was a very hectic time, but I got most of it accomplished by the time we sat down to eat. Then, I completed what was left while the boys were busy clearing off the table and putting away the leftovers. I felt I was in great shape before I took the boys upstairs to get them ready for bed. It's also when I got my next surprise.
"Marcus, what are you doing in here with Andrew and where's Ethan?" I wanted to know, as I looked between the two of them.
"Andrew asked if we could take our bath together this time, so I told him it was ok with me," Marcus answered. "Isn't it alright?"
"Of course it is, but I just wasn't expecting it," I replied. "If it's what you two have agreed on, then hop in the tub. Who am I washing first?"
"Marcus," Andrew quickly replied.
I knew there must be a hidden agenda here, but I wasn't sure what it was, other than Andrew was attracted to Marcus' slightly larger penis. I knew he liked to come in the bathroom and gawk at Marcus and Justin when I was washing them, so I felt it must be the reason for his sudden change in bath time partners.
I began to wash Marcus first and when I was cleaning his groin, his penis started to stiffen. When that happened, it suddenly became a magnet for Andrew's hand, which shot up and latched on to it. He held on to Marcus' erection and began to fondle it, so I looked at Marcus' face to see how he was reacting. He had a slight grin on his lips and a dreamy expression on his face, so he was obviously enjoying the attention.
"It's ok. I don't care," he mumbled, when he saw me looking at what was happening. Seeing Marcus had no problems with it, I allowed Andrew to continue.
When I began to bathe Andrew, he wouldn't let go of Marcus' penis and continued to play with it. Marcus didn't seem to mind, because he made sure he stayed close enough that Andrew never lost his grip, except when I made him let go of it so I could wash his arm and hand.
Once those two got out of the tub and I'd dried them off, they merely moved out of the way so Ethan and Justin could get to the tub after I'd rinsed and refilled it. I had to chuckle to myself when I noticed Andrew was still playing with Marcus' genitals, so I concluded he must like his new toy. Apparently, Marcus was enjoying it too.
I wasn't that surprised this time when I was told to wash Justin first. Since they had witnessed what the previous pair had done, I expected something similar was about to happen and I wasn't disappointed. Ethan latched on to Justin's penis once his older partner got hard and Ethan had fun stroking it, similar to what Andrew had just done. Justin had no problem with Ethan doing this either, so I just continued to wash him, before I moved on to Ethan.
Once those four had been taken care of, I tucked them into bed. They wanted to sleep naked again, but this time Andrew slept alone with Marcus, while Ethan and Justin slept in Ethan's bed. I had a feeling there would be more sex play going on, but seeing none of them had a problem with it, neither did I.
Shortly after I went to my bedroom, Dylan and Tyler walked in, totally naked again. This gave me an indication that they were up to something too, but I just wasn't sure exactly what it would entail this time. I knew they would let me know eventually, so I merely waited for them to say something.
"Will you shower with us again?" Tyler asked after nearly a minute of awkward silence.
"Just shower with you or do you have something else in mind?" I wondered, before answering his question.
"We want to wash each other again, like the last time," Dylan replied, "but doing more than that would be fun too."
"So will you shower with us?" Tyler pressed.
"I don't have a problem with that, as long as you two promise not to get carried away," I offered as a mild warning.
"So we can't do anything else?" Dylan shot back, looking disappointed.
"I wouldn't mind a repeat of last night, if that's what you want," I confirmed and suddenly Dylan began to breathe and smile again.
"Great! Let's go then," Dylan urged.
I got undressed as they were adjusting the water temperature and then I went in to join them. They both seemed excited about doing this, since they were already sporting erections, and I could only shake my head in wonder, as I considered their current state.
Dylan wanted me to wash him first again, but when I finished, he looked at me for a moment. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to begin masturbating him, but he soon answered that question for me.
"Do you think we could suck each other off instead?" he asked meekly. "Please? I think it would be fun and different."
"It would be, but I'm not ready to make that leap just yet," I responded. "I made a huge concession to you by just agreeing to masturbate you and then letting you do the same thing to me, but I'm reluctant to take that next step."
"Would it really be such a big deal?" Tyler wondered. "Me and Dylan do it to each other all the time and it's not that much different than jacking each other off. We just use our mouth instead of our hand. Come on! Won't you do this with us too?"
"I think I'll need time to think about it some more first," I answered. "I'm willing to do a repeat of what we did last night, if you want, but I'm not ready to do more than that just yet."
"I guess that would be ok then, because it's better than doing nothing," Dylan reluctantly agreed. "Just like before, I don't see what the big problem is, but we'll wait if we have to."
"I just want to think about it some more first," I concurred. "So do you want me to do this or not?"
"Of course! My dick's already drooling, because it can hardly wait for you to pay some attention to it," Dylan confirmed, as I looked down and noticed the pre-cum dripping from the end of his penis. Then, he started thrusting his hips toward me, to let me know he was ready to start.
When I reached out and wrapped my hand around his firm appendage, he moaned in satisfaction and Tyler moved closer so he could play with Dylan's scrotum. As I began to stroke his penis, Dylan cooed and purred in appreciation. The longer I masturbated him; the sounds he was making became even more guttural and raspy. He was also thrusting his hips to mirror my actions and I could feel his shaft slowly starting to expand in my hand. Eventually, he arched his back and groaned loudly, as the pearly strands of semen catapulted from the tiny opening at the tip and splattered in various places inside the stall.
I held on to Dylan as he came down from his orgasmic high and I noticed his eyes were still sort of glazed over as he gradually began to return to his senses. He then hugged and kissed me again to show his appreciation and then I moved over and began to do the same thing with Tyler.
He reacted in much the same way when I eventually began to stroke him too, but there was also a familiarity in the way we worked together. Even though Dylan had mirrored my effort, it was jerky and erratic, but Tyler matched my efforts like a well-oiled machine. I even started to wonder if Dylan noticed this as well and would start to put two and two together. If he did, he never said anything to me, but maybe he would ask Tyler about it later.
I continued to play Tyler's pump organ to perfection, until he finally grunted and released his creamy load. He swooned momentarily when this happened and I worried that he might fall, but it didn't happen. He briefly swayed back and forth, but with Dylan on one side and me on the other he was in no danger of collapsing. Once he recovered, Tyler gave me a hug and kissed me on the lips too, to show his appreciation. Then, both boys began to wash me.
They were very gentle, while at the same time very thorough. I was lost in the sensations of their hands gliding over my body until I felt my penis being lifted. I quickly glanced down to see which of them was doing this and noticed Dylan kneeling in front of me and opening his mouth.
"I thought I told you I wasn't ready to do anything like that yet!" I scolded him.
"Oops. I guess I just got a little carried away," he offered, as he began to stroke my penis instead.
I was pretty sure it wasn't a mistake and he was just trying to see how much he could get away with, but I decided not to pursue the situation further. Since he had immediately heeded my warning, I felt I'd give him the benefit of the doubt, at least on this occasion. After that, I merely concentrated on what the boys were doing to me, as Dylan stroked my penis and Tyler massaged my scrotum.
I was really enjoying the attention these two were giving me when they suddenly changed roles. Since Dylan had been the one to bring me off the previous night, I concluded that Tyler wanted his chance to do it now. I didn't have a problem with it, and since they changed places so quickly, they hardly missed a beat. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and prepared to release my offering to their fine dual effort.
A few seconds later, my penis exploded and released a lengthy strand of my man seed and that was followed by a handful of lesser blasts until the remainder merely oozed from the slit. It was a fairly powerful release, so it took me a few moments to recover from it, and then I thanked the boys and asked them to clean up the mess, while I dried off and went to check on the other boys.
I was mildly surprised to discover the four younger boys were all asleep, because I felt I might catch at least a couple of them still messing around, especially after what had happened during their baths. I guess they had either been satisfied with what they had done or were just worn out from the long day. Either way, I merely checked to make sure they were ok and kissed each of them on the forehead before making sure they were covered and leaving their rooms.
When I got back to my bedroom, the oldest boys were waiting for me. They had been sitting on the bed and jumped up when I entered.
"Can we sleep with you too?" Dylan asked, as his eyes pleaded with me to say 'yes'.
"That will be fine," I agreed without hesitation this time. Then, we all crawled into bed together.
I quickly wrapped my arms around each of them, as they melted against my body. Once their arms and legs were draped over me and their cheeks were resting on my chest, we all drifted into a very peaceful and relaxing slumber. We stayed that way until morning, when I got up to get ready for the new day.
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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.