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Installment 40
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
79 - A
Deeper Connection.
Sunday proved to be a fairly laid back day and I split my time between watching a movie with the younger boys and enjoying a basketball game with the older pair. When it was time to take the other boys home later, I reminded them that they would be spending the following weekend with Aunt Cherie and Uncle Don. They had no problem with doing that, although there were a few comments made about them having more fun when they stayed with me.
The week seemed to fly by as well, even though it was all pretty run of the mill for us. The main difference from the week before was that this time Dylan and Tyler's basketball game was on Tuesday, and I was pleased they were able to do exactly as they intended. They both played much better than in their previous outing and their team beat the other one quite handily, so it was no surprise that each of them felt much better about their performance when the game ended. Then on Thursday, Marcus and Justin's teams both won as well, so they were also feeling much better about themselves too.
All day Friday, however, I was more than a little down, because I knew I'd be all alone for much of the weekend. Tyler had a game on Saturday that I would go to, but other than that I'd be on my own until Sunday afternoon. I was still depressed when it was time to go home, so I stayed a little later than normal and completed a few other tasks that had been left unfinished by my coworkers, because none of these items were high priority. When my boss asked why I was still there, I explained that the boys were staying with their friends this weekend, so I had some extra time. He just smiled and thanked me for doing a little more than necessary and going the extra mile.
Once I left work, I drove directly to the diner, since I didn't feel like fixing a meal just for myself. Both Ann and her boss asked why I was alone, so I explained the situation to them as well. They merely said it was nice that I was able to get some time by myself once in a while, although I wasn't sure I concurred with their assessment, but I smiled and pretended I agreed with them. I hadn't quite finished my meal when my cell phone rang, and I answered it quickly once I saw who the call was from. "What's up, Don?" I asked the person on the other end.
"Hey, I'm going to take the boys over to watch the high school teams play, so I thought I'd call and ask if you wanted to come with us," he responded, which immediately brought a smile to my face.
"Sure, I'd love that," I confirmed. "I'll swing by the house and pick up the Outback first, because I know you won't be able to fit us all inside your car." Don chuckled.
"Yes, that would be pretty crowded," he agreed.
After I finished my meal and took care of the bill, I raced home to switch vehicles and then took off for the Cochran's house. Once we were loaded up, I drove to the high school and we hurried inside to watch the game.
Don was actually surprised when the boys sat with us this time, unlike what they did at the football games, and I chatted about the JV game and the players with the boys as we watched the action on the court. At the half, I suggested to Don that I'd pick him and the others up the following morning and take them to Dylan and Tyler's game too, since it was an away game and I knew everyone wouldn't fit in his car. After he agreed that would be fine, he told me he'd take Dylan and Tyler to the school first, before I got to the house, so they could ride the bus with their team. Then, the rest of us would all ride together to go watch their game.
When the second half started, it continued to be a really close game with the lead switching back and forth. The boys were more than a little disappointed when the visiting team made a shot just before the final buzzer and the home team lost by a point. It was a heartbreaking loss, because our JV squad had played really well, but the boys found some solace in the fact that this opponent had been much better than the last team they'd played, so it showed our JV team was improving. The sting of the defeat didn't keep the boys down for very long, though, especially after we took them to the cafeteria to enjoy some refreshments in between the JV and Varsity games.
The Varsity team played really well too, but unlike their younger counterparts, they won their game. It had also been a very close contest, but this time the other team missed a desperation three-point shot at the end of the game that would have tied the score, so our group was feeling pretty good as we were leaving the gym.
"I'm impressed with how you point things out to the boys during the games and they all seem to be able to grasp what you're telling them," Don stated on the drive to their house.
"Most of the time I'm just pointing out the things I had explained to them earlier, but on occasion I also take time to focus their attention on something new - usually something that hadn't occurred to me before," I replied. "They're all pretty smart and catch on fairly quickly, so I don't usually have to repeat myself, although I still point those things out when I see them happen in a game, no matter what level."
"I think it's great and now I totally understand the reason the boys have improved so much and why they're playing so well," he stated, sounding impressed. I wasn't sure if he was doing this for the boys' benefit, since they had been able to hear what he was saying, or if it was just another attempt to make amends with me for what happened at Thanksgiving. Either way, it was well received.
After I dropped everyone off a little while later, I went home, took a nice, leisurely shower, brushed my teeth and hopped into bed. At least it would be a short night, since I'd be getting up early to join the others again in the morning, when I picked them up to go watch Dylan and Tyler's game. Then, I'd only have a day left to mope around the house until the boys were back home with me.
When I got up the next morning, I even took time to fix myself a decent meal, which wasn't always the case when the boys weren't with me. Sometimes I would skip breakfast completely and other times I'd just have cereal or toast, rather than fixing the types of things I would normally make for them. Seeing I was in such a good mood this morning, because I knew I'd be with the boys again shortly, I made myself something more substantial. I hurriedly prepared a couple of waffles first, but I also fixed some scrambled eggs to go with them, before getting into the Outback and driving over to the Cochran's house.
When I pulled into the driveway, they were all ready and came out to join me. Don had obviously taken the other pair to the school already, so he got in the front seat next to me, while Cherie sat in the center seat with the two little ones and Justin and Marcus sat in the back. It took us about a half hour to get to the other school, but then we looked to see where the locals were parking and which door they were using to enter the building, so this wouldn't turn into a time consuming scavenger hunt to locate the gym. Once we were inside, Cherie, Don and I sat together, while the boys sat in the row in front of us as we watched the two teams warm up.
Tyler and Dylan started the game and played the first quarter. They looked good, but it was fairly obvious the other team was slightly overmatched. Our team was leading by eight points at the end of the quarter, so the coach started a different group of players when the second quarter began. Those boys did fairly well too, so our team was leading by 13 points at the half.
During the break, Don asked me if the boys always played this well and if their team always looked this good, since he hadn't be able to see many of their games before. I assured him they did most of the time, but they had their down games too. He merely nodded and then he talked to the other boys about their teams until the game resumed.
Tyler and Dylan started the second half too and played most of the third quarter. Seeing they were building such a big lead, the coach started putting more subs in, starting around the middle of that quarter, and the team was ahead by 21 points by the start of the final quarter. Dylan and Tyler didn't play any more after that, but they cheered their teammates on, even though the game was never really close. Their team won easily and then they went over to slap hands with the other team before going to shower and change. Before doing that, however, they ran over to chat with us briefly first.
"I know, I know. We're getting better and looked really good this time," Tyler said with a grin. "So whose picking us up when we get back?"
"I'll drop these guys off first, and then I'll swing over to pick you boys up next," I offered. "Since I'm already driving everyone around, there's no need for Uncle Don to have to do it, so I'll see you again in a little while."
That settled things for everyone, so we all took off. After I dropped the rest of them off at the Cochran's house, I drove over to the middle school and waited for the team to return. They showed up about 15-minutes later and Dylan and Tyler raced over to join me.
"I didn't want to say it there, because we were at their school, but that team wasn't as good as the other teams we've played," Tyler stated, once he was inside. "Yeah, I know we played pretty good today, but because they were so bad, it just makes it kind of hard to tell how we're gonna do against the tougher teams."
"Just give it your best effort, because that is all you can do," I replied, and he simply nodded and grinned.
"I knew you were going to say that," he quipped in return.
"I wish we could be with you when we watch the college games today," Dylan added. "We always learn more when we do that, because you always point out things and talk stuff over with us."
"We'll do that again next weekend," I assured him, "but you might be surprised this time. Your dad saw how I did that with you boys at the high school game last night, so he might try doing the same thing with you today."
"Maybe, but I don't think he ever played on a team or knows very much about basketball," Dylan countered. "He's just picked up some stuff from watching the games."
I didn't bother to respond to his comment, since we were nearly at his house and I didn't want to disparage his father. I merely hoped Don would watch the games and interact with them too, seeing he was trying to make up for his past mistakes and lack of effort. Either way, I'm sure I will hear about it from Tyler when he gets home on Sunday and he'll let me know whether or not Uncle Don did that with them.
Instead of returning to the house, I drove over to the cemetery instead. I was just going there to ensure that everything was in decent shape for our visit the following weekend. If I noticed any problems, it would give me time to contact the office and have those things taken care of before I took the boys there. However, everything looked fine, so now I just had to figure out the best way to handle the situation with the boys when the time came.
The anniversary of their parents' deaths was actually a week from Monday and all of the boys would be with me that weekend. After I took the other boys home on Sunday, I was planning to swing over to the cemetery with Ethan, Marcus and Tyler so we could pay our respects and leave some flowers to honor their parents. Even though the following day would be the actual anniversary of when their parents had been killed in that terrible accident, I didn't want to wait and then have to rush to take the boys to the cemetery on a school night. I felt it would be easier if we did it on the weekend instead, after they'd had a good time with the others and were in a fairly decent mood.
When I got home, I fixed myself something to eat and then I went into the family room to watch some college hoops. There were some pretty good games on today and at times I found myself talking to imaginary people in the room, because I wasn't used to doing this without the boys. I made it through a few of the games, though, but when the one I was watching ended a little after 6:00 I decided I needed a real person to talk to instead. After thinking about it briefly, I drove over to the diner to grab a bite to eat.
Ann was about ready to leave when I arrived, since her shift had just ended, but she decided to take me as her final customer. She also sat with me and chatted while I was eating.
"Y'all look lost," she remarked, after she set down the meal I'd ordered.
"I don't know who else you might be referring to, since you put it in the plural, but I am," I confirmed, while smiling across the table as I gauged her reaction to my joke about her use of the southern slang. "I'm just so used to having the boys around that I'm lost when we're not together."
"Just so you know, y'all is singular and y'alls is plural," she quipped back, flashing me a grin. "Anyway, y'all need to find yourself a boyfriend." After telling me this, she gave me a playful wink.
"I tried that before and it didn't work out very well, but I'm also not sure if I'd be willing to bring someone else into the house right now," I admitted, as I considered her suggestion. "Not only would I be worried about how they'd get along with each other, but I would also feel as if I'd be doing each of them a great disservice. A boyfriend would want most of my attention and time, but the boys are my first priority right now. No matter what I did or who I was with at the time, I'm sure either the boyfriend or the boys would feel short changed and left out."
"Yes, I can see your point," she concurred, before changing topics. "So y'all have been alone since last night?"
"Not exactly," I confessed. "Don invited me to go with him and the boys when he took them to the high school basketball game last night, and then we all rode together to go see Dylan and Tyler's game earlier today."
"And y'all are still feeling down?" she quipped, while looking at me closely.
"I'm afraid so," I replied. "I guess I've put them first so much that I can't stand being without them."
"That's not a bad thing and the boys all love you for doing that," she assured me. "I can vouch for at least one of them, because I've listened to Andrew go on and on about you for hours at a time. He thinks y'all walk on water."
"Not even with water wings," I joked and Ann laughed before she responded.
"The boys all think you do and every one of them owes you so much for what you do for them," she added, while looking at me sincerely. "I know each one feels blessed to have y'all in his life."
"I hope they're all satisfied, because I certainly wasn't prepared for this role and have basically just been making things up as I go along," I admitted, thinking back upon our time together. "Matt and Kelly never really asked me to do this for them and just added my name as a replacement after her parents died. When I was first told about it, I wasn't sure how this was going to work out, but now I couldn't imagine it being any other way. Those boys are basically my entire life." Ann merely reached across the table and patted my hand at this point.
"You're a good man, Blake Hunter," she added, suddenly dropping the way she would have normally said it.
We talked a little longer as I finished my meal, and then I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before I left. She'd made me feel better about things, even though I still missed the boys, but at least I went home feeling slightly better about the way things were going.
I actually slept fairly well Saturday night, even though I was hugging the extra pillows as if they were one of the boys. I also dreamed about the boys during the night, but they were all good dreams and the boys seemed extremely happy in them, so I felt I must be doing something right. After I woke up, I wondered if Matt and Kelly might have had something to do with me having those dreams this time. Was it their way of telling me that I was doing a good job and to thank me for taking such good care of their sons?
After I fixed myself something to eat, I carried the Christmas decorations up to the storage areas next and put them away until they were needed again. All I'd done after we got back from our trip to North Carolina was to box everything up and then I set the boxes in the garage, since I didn't feel like taking care of them at the time. At least now it gave me something to do.
After I'd finished doing that, I went inside and watched an NFL playoff game and waited for the boys to return home. The game ended before they got here, because they'd been watching it with Don, but I was happy to see them just the same. I spent as much time with them as possible before I had to take them upstairs for their shower. This was actually a bittersweet time for me, because I enjoyed spending time with them and hated the fact that there was so very little of it left before they would have to go to sleep.
Later, after I'd tucked the two younger boys in bed, Tyler came over to my bedroom to confront me. "We haven't done anything in quite a while, so will you make love to me tonight?" he asked, as his eyes and facial expression pleaded with me to give in. "You can even teach me some new ways to do it if you want, or we can just do it one of the other ways, but I want to feel you inside me and I want you to fill me up with your love."
I was actually glad he had brought this up, because I desperately needed his love too. Without a second thought, I acceded to his proposal. "Ok. We can do that," I agreed, and his face suddenly lit up. "You can also sleep with me afterward, if you want."
This caused Tyler to start dancing around the room, before he came over to give me a hug and a kiss to thank me for doing this for him. As soon as we were both ready, I explained what we were going to do. "Ok, let me grab the lube and then we'll get in position to sixty-nine, but while you're sucking on my penis to get me ready, I'll rim you."
Tyler didn't have a problem with doing that either, so after I'd grabbed the lube we got on the bed and began working on each other. As he was doing his best to give me an erection, I was rimming him and using my fingers to make sure he was ready. When I thought he was, we took the lube and I applied it to his love opening, while he greased up my pole. Then, I told him what we were going to do next.
"Tyler, you'll need to stand up on the mattress and place your feet on either side of my waist. Then, I want you to squat over my penis and sit down on it. Let it enter you at your own pace, and when you feel ready, start lifting up and sitting down on it again. Just don't let my penis come all the way out of you and do whatever feels good, because I'm sure that no matter what you do it will be great for me."
Tyler nodded briefly and then began to do what I'd told him. He got up, straddled my hips with his legs, while still facing toward me, and slowly started to squat down. I held my penis so it was pointing straight up until it came into contact with his anal ring, and then Tyler slowly lowered his body and gradually impaled himself on my turgid rod. Once it was entirely inside his body, he paused momentarily and then began to lift up and squat down on it again in fluid succession, as he began to work into a nice steady rhythm.
At first, Tyler's face was somewhat contorted as he adjusted to my girth, but eventually that began to change and a smile slowly crept across his lips. After a few more minutes had passed, he looked down at me and flashed me a devilish grin, as he started to bounce up and down on my shaft like a rodeo competitor on a bucking bronco. I almost expected him to shout, 'Yee-hah', but he never did, although it still felt as if he was going for the large, golden belt buckle that was usually given out at rodeos as the prize for beating the competition.
As I began to feel the pressure building in my groin, I urged him to stop and get off of me, so I could show him another position. This time I had him lay on his side, but I didn't lay behind him as I had before. This time, I got down on my knees behind his legs and lifted his top leg onto my shoulder, thus opening up his hole so I could enter him again. Once I had reinserted my penis, I began thrusting in and out of him again, but I also reached down and began stroking his penis with my hand as well.
Although I would have preferred if this had taken a little longer and possibly given us a chance to try something else, Tyler's body didn't cooperate and he was soon shooting his load onto the sheets. As his anal muscles began to spasm and gripped my dick, it sent me over the edge too and I filled him with my seed. After thrusting into him a few additional times to drain the final few drops from my shaft, I remained inside him until I lost my erection and my penis slowly retracted from it's temporary home.
"That was great!" Tyler squealed, once he'd recovered. "It was kinda fun being on top and having control, but I'm also glad you had us change positions, because that was great too! God, I love you sooo much!" He had an ear-to-ear grin on his face after saying this, so I smiled back at him and spoke.
"And I love you too! More than you'll ever know. I would never have believed that I could ever love someone so much younger than myself, but you've completely convinced me and stolen my heart. I truly hope that you will always want to stay with me."
"I will. You don't have to worry about that," he assured me, as I laid down beside him and we began making out. A few minutes later, we both got out of bed to clean up and I changed the sheets quickly, since Tyler had made a mess on them. Then, we climbed back into bed together, cuddled and fell asleep. I don't think you could have found two more contented people on the planet that night.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and that happened to us as well. Much sooner than we wanted, the alarm went off and we had to get up to start the new day. After having Tyler scoot across the hall to his own room, I woke the other boys so they could get ready for school while I prepared to go to work. After they had hopped on their buses, I drove in to work and prepared for another grueling day.
The worst part about it was that Tyler and I weren't together, although his face kept creeping into my thoughts all day long. I was totally smitten with the boy and couldn't get him out of my mind. The longer we had been together and the more we did with one another, the stronger and more permanent our bond. I knew I would be totally devastated if some day Tyler decided he wanted to move on and found someone new, but I also realized that and I'd always told him he should try to find someone closer to his own age. If he ever took my advice, though, I'd probably be devastated and inconsolable, because I had no idea how I'd be able to continue living without him. I guess I will just have to find a way to keep him happy and content, so he'll never want to leave me.
The day seemed to drag on forever after those dark thoughts began to creep into my brain, but somehow I managed to hold on until it was time to go home. Since it was Cherie's turn to pick the boys up from practice, I went directly to the house and got Ethan and Marcus from next door. I was in the kitchen making dinner when Tyler arrived a short time later.
"Man, I really missed you today!" he exclaimed, as he hugged me from behind. "I couldn't stop thinking about what we did last night and how wonderful it was. I sure hope we can do it again soon."
"I thought about you a lot today too," I admitted, earning me a huge grin. "I'm not sure when we'll be able to do it again, but I'll try not to make you wait too long, but the other boys will be here this weekend and I think you have a game tomorrow and Friday too."
"Yeah, we do, but maybe Thursday night then," he hinted, as he flashed me his patented look. "Then I can sleep with you after we're done, so I'll be all rested for the game."
"We'll see," was my noncommittal response, which earned me a scowl. "I'm not saying yes, but I'm not saying no either, but I don't want you to keep bugging me about it until then. I'll let you know if I think it's a good idea."
"It is. You'll see," was his response, as he hugged me again and then gave me a kiss on the lips, before heading off to do his homework.
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, although I relished the time I spent with the boys. This not only included the time we spent cuddling together on the sofa in the family room, but also the time I spent showering with them and putting them to bed. Although I had never thought of myself ever becoming a parent before Matt and Kelly were killed, I now couldn't see myself any other way. I totally loved my new role and I'm sure I still would have, even if Tyler hadn't pushed to become my lover or I hadn't ever done anything sexual with the boys. I just loved being with them and doing things for them.
Tuesday, after work, I rushed home to get Ethan and Cherie so I could take them with me to watch Tyler and Dylan's next game. Since it was at home, they were playing at the middle school, while Justin and Marcus teams practiced at the elementary school. I told that pair I'd leave at the half to pick them up and then I'd bring them over to watch the rest of this game, since they'd be finished well before it ended.
Tyler and Dylan started again and I thought they played really well. The other team was good too and the score remained close throughout the first half, even after Dylan and Tyler were taken out for a breather. Their team was ahead by three points at the intermission, so I asked Cherie to keep an eye on Ethan for me while I ran over to the elementary school to pick up the other pair.
Marcus and Justin were waiting just inside the door and peering out the window for my car as I pulled in front of the school. As soon as they spotted the Outback, they bolted through the door and raced over to join me. As soon as they were inside and buckled in, Marcus spoke.
"How's the game going?" he wanted to know.
"Our team is up by three, but it's been a really close game," I answered, as both boys urged me to get going, because they didn't want to miss any more of the action.
The second half had already started by the time we got back, and as soon as we could we joined the others in the bleachers. Dylan and Tyler were out on the court again and their team was now ahead by five points. Both Marcus and Justin were yelling loudly to cheer their brothers on, as well as to let them know they were there. During the next time out, Dylan and Tyler both looked up and smiled at us, but not until after they had listened to what their coach had to say.
They were taken out of the game with a couple of minutes left in the third quarter so they could rest briefly and then they went back into the game about three-minutes into the fourth quarter. They raced out on the court refreshed and rearing to go, and they immediately caused the other team to make back-to-back turnovers when they trapped the ball-handler on the full-court press. Our team ended up winning the game and the boys were all smiles when they came over to chat with us, after slapping hands with the other team.
"Great game, bros," Justin and Marcus greeted them almost simultaneously. The comment caused Tyler and Dylan to smile at them broadly.
"They were a good team, but they just weren't ready for some of the things we did against them," Tyler responded.
"I'm glad they weren't though, or the game might have turned out differently," Dylan added shaking his head. "I think one of the other teams we played must have warned them about our full court press though and told them we liked to trap, but we've changed some of the stuff we do and added some new things since then, so they were still surprised."
"Yeah, and that's what screwed them up," Tyler concurred as he looked at Dylan.
That pair then took off to shower and change, while the rest of us stayed in the bleachers and waited for them. They seemed to be taking a really long time doing those things today, so I finally sent Marcus to the locker room so he could hurry them along.
"Tyler said the coach was talking to them when they first went in, but they'll be out shortly," he informed me when he returned. "They were just going in to take their showers when I talked to them, but they promised they'd be quick, so we wouldn't have to wait much longer."
I guess they couldn't do anything about the coach taking up some of that time, so we all settled back and waited. When we saw them enter the gym again a little while later, we all got up and moved to join them, as we headed outside to go home.
Wednesday and Thursday were both pretty uneventful, at least until we were getting ready for bed on Thursday night. That's when Tyler decided to press me again so I would make love to him. "Come on, you know everyone's going to be here the next couple of nights, so we won't be able to do anything then," he pleaded as he tried to convince me to give in. "If we don't do it tonight, then we'll have to wait almost a week before we get another chance."
I looked at him and studied his gorgeous face and piercing eyes, as I made my decision about whether or not I was going to do what he wanted. "Ok, you're probably right about that," I agreed, which caused Tyler to hop around in delight. "So do you want to do it to me this time or would you rather I did it to you again?"
"Can we do both?" he asked with a hopeful expression plastered across his face. I hesitated briefly before I responded, which obviously made him a little nervous, because his body seemed to twitch in expectation, as his eyes pleaded with me to honor his request.
"Ok, I guess we have time, since it's not too late already," I agreed and Tyler released a very audible breath from his lungs.
"Whew, I thought you were going to say no," he added in a nearly breathless sigh.
"I'll let you go first, because I have a feeling you won't last very long if we do it the other way around," I suggested and he merely nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he concurred.
After I'd sucked on his penis briefly to get him aroused, I lubed us both up and then I looked at him as I spoke. "You've learned a number of different ways to do this, so which would you prefer to use now?" I asked and Tyler took a minute to think about it.
"How about we both get out of bed and you lean over the side of the mattress so I can enter you from behind," he suggested. "It's almost like we did it before, but this time I'll be standing up, not kneeling down or squatting behind you. That was kind of weird, because I couldn't quite reach you to put it in when I was on my knees, but I was too high when I stood up behind you, so I had to spread my legs really far apart and then squat down until my waist was even with your butt before I could stick it in. It was kind of awkward for me."
"Ok, we'll do what you want then," I agreed, as we got into position.
After I'd spread my legs apart far enough to lower my butt to his level, Tyler entered me and began thrusting in and out. "It's not a race, so you can slow down," I urged, since he had started off at a very rapid pace.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I just got a little excited about doing this to you again," he explained, as he settled into a more leisurely rhythm.
"I hope you and Dylan aren't doing it that quickly," I stated in an attempt to make a point. "The idea is to make it last, so you and your partner can both enjoy the ride."
"I know, but sometimes I forget that at first, because it feels so good," he replied, and I just nodded silently, since I knew what he meant.
After I'd gotten him to slow down, Tyler did a remarkable job showing self control. Once he had set the pace, I began to rock back and forth to mirror his actions, but I also squeezed my rectal muscles each time he began to withdraw. I hoped this would make it even more pleasurable for him.
Tyler actually lasted about fifteen minutes before he began to feel the urge and started machine-gunning into my butt. After a very hectic finish, he thrust into me one final time and I could feel the warm jets of his boy cream filling my bowels. Then he thrust a few more times, before he collapsed on my back, totally spent.
I gave him a few minutes to recuperate, as his penis slowly lost its erection and slipped out of my love canal. Once that had happened, I heard Tyler sigh, signifying his displeasure about it no longer being housed in that warm, comfy place. After another few seconds, he used his hands to push against my body until he was standing again, and then he looked at me and spoke.
"Thank you. I loved doing that," he assured me. "Even though me and Dylan have done it a few times, we've never done it like that. Besides, I like doing it better with you, because I don't have to wear that stupid rubber."
"I'm glad you're using protection when you do it with Dylan, or else we'd have to use the condoms instead," I pointed out. "And from now on I'm going to start correcting you when you make mistakes while speaking, because I don't want other people to get the impression that you aren't very bright. So instead of saying 'me and Dylan', I want you to start saying 'Dylan and I' instead. Ok?"
"Yeah, I'll try to remember," he agreed.
"Now do you have a special way you'd like for me to do it to you this time?" I followed as I studied his reaction.
"Can I be on top and ride you again?" he wanted to know. "I liked doing that, because I felt in control. We can do something else after a while, but I want to start out like that."
"Ok, that sounds great, and you will be in charge, but just don't go too fast," I agreed without hesitation. "Just think of it like the race between the tortoise and the hare. Slow and steady wins the race, or is this case provides the most pleasure."
Tyler looked at me oddly for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. "I would never how thought about it like that, but I can see your point," he confessed, still grinning. "I feel like I should put on a coat or something for my shell, if I'm supposed to be the tortoise and I'm gonna ride the hare."
After saying this, he burst out laughing again, but I knew that analogy would always pop into his head from now on whenever he had sex. I just wondered if he would mention it to Dylan too.
At this point, I laid down in the middle of the mattress and let Tyler get me hard. Then I lubed both of us up, as Tyler straddled my hips and began to sit down on my erection. I pointed my penis at his opening to help out, and slowly he settled down on it until his butt cheeks were resting on my pubes. After he'd stayed like that for a little over a minute, as he slowly adjusted to my girth, he started lifting up and then dropping down again, as we began making love.
He did that for nearly twenty minutes before I noticed that his legs seemed to be getting tired, possibly even cramping a bit. Since I didn't want the muscles in his legs to go into spasms, I told him to sit down on me completely and then lean forward until his chest was lying on top of mine. As soon as he did that, I rolled both of us over without pulling out of his love chute, and then got up on my knees, lifted his legs and carried on from there. We did that for another ten or fifteen minutes until I felt my juices starting to come to a boil, and then I picked up the pace and began thrusting into him faster.
I could tell I was hitting his prostate while I was doing this, because he'd moan and his penis would twitch whenever it happened, so I tried to keep that angle to bring him even more enjoyment. When I was at the point of no return and ready to unload, I tried to release my ejaculate against his prostate, as I brushed it for the final time. As the first spurt of my man juice jettisoned up the tubes and filled Tyler's bowels, he grunted a couple of times before his penis erupted again too. It wasn't much, but it was still impressive, and I smiled at him as I thrust the final few times and noticed the pleasurable expression that now covered his face.
"That was incredible," Tyler gushed, once he'd regained his senses. "You made me cum again when you started shooting in me. That has never happened before, but it felt absolutely wonderful."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it and that's what can happen if your prostate is stimulated properly," I explained. "I kept trying to hit it as I was thrusting into you, and I guess it must have worked, but I'm just glad you found it so pleasurable."
"Yeah, I'll want to do that again!" he confirmed, as he began to hug and kiss me in appreciation.
After we cleaned up, we cuddled together and fell asleep. I think we both had wonderful dreams that night and never felt more refreshed than when we woke up the next morning. After having Tyler sneak across to his room, I woke up the other two and we all started getting ready for the new day.
I think I was floating on air as I started work, but it wasn't only due to the fantastic love making session with Tyler the night before. I was also excited because all of the boys would be with me this weekend, but that was before I remembered something else. This new thought suddenly darkened my day and ruined my good mood, because I realized the weekend would be ending with the boys and I paying our respects to their parents and acknowledging the anniversary of their deaths.
By the time I got home later, I tried to act as normal and cheerful as possible, because I didn't want the boys to be depressed the entire weekend. Regrettably, I knew that was going to happen soon enough and I didn't want it to begin any sooner than was necessary. Instead, I wanted the boys to enjoy themselves for as long as they could.
The Varsity and JV teams had an away game this evening, but the school they were playing was close enough that I thought I'd take them to watch it. I gave Don a quick call to see if he wanted to join us, but he said Cherie and he had already planned a 'date night', so I told him I understood and wished them a good time. Then I drove the boys over to the diner to eat, since that would be faster than preparing something at home.
Ann was there and she spent a lot of time talking to the boys and asking them how they'd been. She also asked them what they were doing tonight and if they were all spending the weekend with me, so she managed to distract them all enough that no one considered the darker moments this weekend would end on. I was truly grateful to Ann for doing that, even if she didn't know what she'd done.
When we finished up, I drove them over to the high school our team was playing and we went inside to watch the games. I had never been in this building before and had to admit I was quite impressed by what I saw. Not only was the building modern and clean, but the gym was huge and spectacular. I was convinced that when the bleachers were pulled back against the wall there was probably enough room for a second basketball court. A few seconds later I noticed there was an extra set of hoops on either end of the gym where the bleachers now stood, so this seemed to prove my point.
A little while later, I looked up and noticed a track was running across the ceiling and concluded it was probably used for an automatic partition that unfolded out of the wall at either end. When it was used, the two sections would come together around midcourt and effectively divide the gymnasium into two separate areas. I could easily see a basketball practice being held on both sides of the partition, or possibly even a volleyball and basketball practice running simultaneously. No matter which was the case, the two groups would never interfere with one another.
Once the JV game started, our team got off to a slow start. It might have been due to the effects of the bus ride or they might have just been in awe of this place like I was. Whatever the reason, they fell behind early, but then they fought back so they were only down two points at the half. During the intermission, the boys and I talked about this place and they all said they wished their high school was this nice. I told them they still had great facilities at all three schools (elementary, middle and high school) and had it a lot better than a lot of other places around the country.
When the second half got underway, our JV team got off to a much better start and forged ahead of the home team. They never looked back or trailed after that and easily went on to win the game. As the teams were leaving the court, I took the boys out to the cafeteria to get some refreshments, and then we went back to watch the Varsity game.
Before this game started, I heard some of the other spectators talking about one of the boys on the home squad. From what they were saying, he was supposed to be one of the top players in the state and maybe even in the country. After the boys heard his name, they told me they'd read a little about him in a sporting magazine article, as well as some local news clippings they had seen online. They told me he was supposed to be awesome, so they didn't feel their Varsity team stood much of a chance of winning the game.
When the action got underway, we discovered the reports about the boy had not been exaggerated. The kid was 6' 4" (1.93 m) tall and a great ballhandler, as well as a fantastic shooter. I think all of us watched him in awe, as he weaved his way through or around the defense, made numerous two or three-point shots, and dished out incredible passes that made our jaws drop open in disbelief. He was already as good as many of the college players we'd seen on TV and he was only a junior. Who knew how good he would be by next season.
We had to admit that our team never gave up and played their hearts out, but they still came up short. You had to give them credit, though, that they didn't give up after they saw what this kid could do, and I made sure to point that out to the boys with me, because it was a very valuable lesson.
When the game ended, we loaded into the Outback and began the trip home. The boys never stopped talking the entire way, as they recounted all of the fantastic plays the boy made. Not only had they been impressed watching him, but now they wanted to emulate his success and be just as good as he was by the time they got to play Varsity basketball too.
When we arrived home, I started the three groups through their nightly showers and tucked each pair into bed once they were clean. After I'd finished with Tyler and Dylan, I expected them to head over to Tyler's room so they could fool around with each other, but they merely went out and plopped down on my bed.
"What are we going to do tonight?" Dylan asked when I came out too, and since I wasn't prepared for this, I stood there speechless. "Come on. We've got to do something," he implored when I offered nothing in response
"Uh, I thought you two would probably mess around with each other tonight, so I hadn't even considered doing anything," I admitted, still somewhat dumbfounded.
"Nah, we want to mess around with you tonight, since we haven't done anything like this in a while," Dylan replied, while flashing me a grin. "So what are we gonna do?"
"Um, why don't you two decide," I urged, since my mind had gone completely blank.
"Do you wanna fuck us?" Dylan asked, looking hopeful, although I was startled by his question.
"I don't think I should be doing that with you boys, so what's your second choice?" I countered after regaining my composure.
"Can we do it to you then?" he quickly shot back, looking just as hopeful.
"Dylan, that's one activity I feel will have to be off limits between us," I responded, shaking my head. "If that's what you two want to do, then I don't mind if you go over to Tyler's room and have a good time doing it with each other."
"No! We want to be with you tonight," Dylan repeated, while giving me a dirty look. "If you don't want to do those things, then we can do something else, but me and Tyler agreed we wanted to have some fun with you tonight."
"Ok, but first off, I'm going to point out something else," I began. "I told Tyler that I'm going to start correcting the way he speaks, so I'm going to do the same thing with you too. You shouldn't have said 'me and Tyler', but 'Tyler and I' instead. I don't want people to think of you two as just a couple of dumb jocks, so I'm going to attempt to improve your speech. You are both terrific athletes and someday you will be interviewed by TV crews and sports writers, so I want to make sure you're well-spoken and articulate when you respond to their questions."
"Alright, I see your point, so we'll both try. Won't we, Ty? But what are we going to do tonight?" he responded, showing he had a very one-track mind.
"Since you seem to be so set on doing something anal, what if I used the large dildo on you while sucking you off?" I suggested.
"No! I'm tired of using those fake dicks and want the real thing," Dylan shouted back. "I don't think they're as good and I don't like using the rubbers either. I wish we could just do it without them."
"Since you boys aren't monogamous..." I began, and Dylan cut me off.
"What the heck does that mean?" he demanded, as he stared at my face.
"Monogamous means you're willing to limit yourself to just one partner," I answered, and he gave me a strange look in return. "I know you boys have messed around with other boys too, so it means there's always the chance you might pick up some sort of sexually transmitted disease. That's what the condoms are for and they will help to prevent most of that from happening."
"But we don't fuck anyone else or let them fuck us," Dylan stated in response, hoping to convince me.
"Maybe not yet, but it doesn't mean that will always be the case with either of you," I pointed out. "Using the condoms protects you from whatever those other partners may have picked up and will prevent them from passing it along to you."
"So if we promise to only do this with each other, can we stop using them?" he asked while waiting for my response.
"That would mean you'd have to totally trust the other person and be convinced he wouldn't lie to you about what he'd done. I'm just worried that one of you might get caught up in a situation where you'd slip up and then be too embarrassed to admit it," I explained. "If you stopped using the condoms, you'd be placing your continued health and well being on your faith in another person, so you'd better trust him enough to be willing to do that."
As Dylan was absorbing the meaning of my words, I noticed that Tyler had already gotten the message. His look told me that he understood that I had been referring to him and that he was the person I trusted enough to make love to without using those items. If a mere look had ever been able to express words, his spoke volumes.
After Dylan had mulled my words over for a little while longer, he finally looked up at me and spoke. "I have only done stuff with a couple of other boys, but nothing recently," he began. "If you would be willing to do stuff with Tyler and me, and I mean a lot more than you do with us now, like fucking, then I'll promise that I will never do stuff with anyone else again. Ever!"
I understood that Dylan had just made a major commitment, but I'd already promised Tyler it would always be just the two of us and I would never do anything to risk losing him. If I gave in to Dylan too, then one day Tyler might doubt my commitment to him and start looking for greener pastures. I didn't ever want to get to the point where he was considering grazing in someone else's field, at least not if I could help it.
"Dylan I really appreciate what you're trying to do and I am sincerely touched that you are offering to include me too, but as I've explained before, that's more than I'm willing to do," I stated, while looking at his face to make sure he wasn't taking this the wrong way. "I love you, I really do, but I have to draw the line somewhere and doing those types of things with you is more than I can do in good conscience."
"I don't see why, but I'll give you some time to think about it and maybe you'll change your mind," he countered, looking slightly exasperated. "But if Tyler and I promise to only do that with each other, can we stop using those things?"
"I'm just worried that you'll be tempted to do something with someone else and then be too ashamed to admit it afterward," I replied. "I know that young people are very susceptible to peer pressure and sometimes do things they normally wouldn't when put in that type of situation, so I'd hate to think something like that might endanger one or both of you. I know you'd rather not use the condoms, but it's definitely better to be cautious and keep safe, rather than seeking a little added pleasure."
I don't think he liked my answer or even agreed with me, so I offered to do something I knew he would enjoy instead. Before he could get his pout on, I offered to rim him and then suck him off, and he readily agreed and got into position for me. I had a feeling Tyler might wish to pursue this topic further sometime in the future, but at least that wouldn't be right away.
I quickly took care of Dylan's needs and then I did the same thing to Tyler. Once I finished with him, Dylan insisted that they do it to me as well, so I got ready for them to return the favor. I certainly didn't want to say 'no' and upset Dylan even more, but I also realized I would enjoy it as well.
Once we were all sated, we cuddled together and fell asleep. I stayed awake a little while longer than the boys, because I was mentally going over everything that had happened since I'd showered with them. Even though I momentarily considered that it might be fun to have two young lovers to mess around with, I also knew I could never risk alienating Tyler's love. He was more important to me than the sex, even the sex with him, so I'd continue to bite the bullet and only make love to him.
Saturday turned out to be a very hectic day too. After getting through breakfast and the rest of the morning, the older boys announced they wanted to watch some college basketball games AND the NFL playoff game. This would definitely fill up our day and take us from noon until late evening. Ethan and Andrew quickly let us know that they weren't as interested in doing those things as the others, so I offered them a choice. I explained that they could either use the TV in my room or do whatever else they wanted instead, as long as they ran it by me first. The only problem was, both groups wanted me to do those things with them as well.
After checking the listings to see what else was on television, Ethan and Andrew agreed to watch one of the Narnia movies that was coming on. I told them I'd go upstairs and watch that with them first and then I'd come down to spend some time with the other boys afterward. That seemed to placate both groups, so the younger pair and I went up to my bedroom, lined the pillows against the headboard and then leaned back to enjoy the movie, with one on either side of me. I also placed an arm around each of them as well and they happily leaned against my chest as we watched the action on the screen.
They were both more cuddly than normal and they even followed me into the bathroom when I went to urinate during one of the commercials. They stood slightly off to one side, with a hand resting against my hip while I relieved myself, but then they made me wait for them as well, while they emptied their bladders too. When we got back in bed after doing this, Andrew crawled onto my lap and cuddled against my chest, but he told Ethan he would switch with him later, if Ethan wanted to do that with me too.
When the movie ended, they saw another movie was coming on that they wanted to see and asked me to stay with them. I agreed to do that, since I knew the games downstairs would be going on for a long time, so I would still be able to be with the other four for a sufficient amount of time too. True to his word, Andrew switched places with Ethan later, but then he leaned into me as if he was trying to fuse his body into mine. He kept glancing up at my face too and would smile whenever he noticed me looking back, so I would often bend over and kiss both him and Ethan on the head.
When that movie ended, I went down to start dinner, and then I let it cook while I spent time with the other boys. Andrew and Ethan stayed up in my bedroom, but they came down about a half hour later and said they missed me. Unfortunately for them, Marcus and Justin were already glued to my sides, and Dylan and Tyler were sitting against my legs, so there wasn't much room for them. Ethan and Andrew quickly decided to lay on the floor, but they rested their heads against the older boys thighs and used them for pillows. I think Dylan and Tyler liked that too and it was adorable seeing them so comfortable with each other.
I worked it so dinner was ready between games, and although we missed the opening tip-off and some of the early action, it didn't significantly affect our enjoyment of the game. During halftime, I took the two youngest up to shower, then I took the middle pair up after that game ended and the oldest pair during halftime of the next game. Dylan offered to suck me off while I was in with them, because he said he and Tyler were going to have some fun in Tyler's room later. I merely told him I was fine and he could skip servicing me, before telling them to have fun.
Since I knew that pair wasn't going to be in with me tonight, after I'd put the youngest pair to bed, I asked Marcus and Justin if they wanted to sleep with me tonight instead. You would have thought that I had just offered Justin a million dollars by his reaction, because he leaped into the air, whooped it up for a bit and then hugged and kissed me to show his appreciation. I hoped he didn't think I was offering to do more than just let them sleep with me, but I guess I'd find that out later.
When the game ended, I was ready to turn in, so Marcus and Justin quickly said they were going up with me. Dylan and Tyler had also decided to turn in, so before they headed off to Tyler's room, I gave them both a kiss and told them to have fun. When I entered my room a few second later, Marcus and Justin were both naked and waiting for me.
"Ummm, I'm not sure why you took everything off, but I hope you know we're only sleeping together, right?" I asked, just to clarify the situation.
"Yeah, we know, but it's a lot more fun doing it like this," Justin informed me. "That's why I told Marcus to get undressed too."
At least now I knew whose idea it was, but as long as he didn't expect me to do more, I wouldn't say anything about this. After I got in bed, both boys cuddled against me, but Justin also placed his head on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and his upper leg over mine, so his penis and scrotum were pressing firmly against my thigh. Since he didn't have an erection, I didn't feel this was sexual in nature and allowed him to do as he pleased. I simply turned my head and kissed both boys goodnight, and then we drifted off to sleep.
Since there were college basketball games and an NFL playoff game on TV again on Sunday, we pretty much did the same things that we'd done the day before. I went upstairs with the younger pair to watch a movie with them first, but I also informed them I could only watch one movie with them today, since half of them would be going home later. They groaned, but accept my reasoning, and then they prepared to cuddle against me for the next couple of hours.
The movie had barely started before Justin unexpectedly walked in and announced that he wanted to join us. As soon as he heard that, Andrew immediately hopped onto my lap, so Justin could take his spot beside me. I cuddled with those three and felt their love, while our eyes were glued to the screen.
When I switched and went downstairs to spend time with the other group, Justin followed along behind me, saying he'd rather do that now too. I no longer had any doubt that he had a crush on me, although I had no idea if he was gay, bi or even straight. It didn't matter, though, because this merely seemed to be a harmless schoolboy infatuation.
I had previously asked Don, Cherie and Sally if I could bring the boys home a little earlier than usual today and explained the reason for it. After I'd told them what I planned to do with my three afterward, the adults all agreed and didn't have a problem with my proposal. Since I had their approval, I told Dylan, Justin and Andrew to grab their things so I could take them home. They all complained at first and insisted it was too early, but I told them there was a reason I was asking them to do this and hoped they'd cooperate this one time. They finally relented, so I drove them home.
I had the other three go with me when I did this, so after I had dropped the last one off, I drove over to the grocery store and took the boys inside, as I led them over to the floral department. "I want each of you to look over the flowers and pick out one of the bouquets. I want each of you to select your own and I'll do the same."
"Why? How come we're doing this?" Marcus wanted to know.
"Because I'm taking you over to the cemetery after we're done here, so we can leave these at your mother and father's vaults," I replied, as the light bulb went off in his head.
"Oh, is it that time already?" he followed and I merely nodded in response.
Although they did as I'd asked and looked the various selections over carefully before choosing one, the atmosphere and the mood had suddenly changed. There now seemed to be a very somber and heavy feeling engulfing the area, as I directed the boys to move toward the checkout so we could pay for the flowers. Then, I led them out to the car and drove over to the cemetery.
"Tomorrow is the actual anniversary of when your parents were killed in the accident," I told the boys before we got out of the Outback, "but I wanted to do this today, when we'd have a little more time spend here. There are metal urns located below each of your parents' vaults, so we'll place two bouquets in each one. Then, we will say a little prayer and express our hopes that your mom and dad are happy where they are now and that we'll all be together again someday, but not right away."
As I glanced from one face to another, I could see they were all very sullen and taking this very seriously. After reaching the vaults, we spent a few moments touching each one first, as we attempted to let our energy combine with their parents' energy and temporary reconnect with them, if only spiritually. After doing that for a little while, we decided which bouquets were going to go where and placed them in the urns. Then, I led them in a brief prayer, even though I'm not a very religious person, but I was doing this mostly for the boys' benefit, not mine.
"Dear God, please watch over our loved ones and keep them in your bosom where they'll be safe and content until the day when we come to be with them again. In the meantime, please help me take care of these wonderful boys and help me to always protect and care for them until they grow up and become fine young men themselves. Please watch over them for me and keep them from harm, but also give them the strength and wisdom to be able to resist temptation and lead exemplary lives. Amen."
I heard three young voices repeat the last word of my prayer and then I looked around and noticed the tears running down their cheeks. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night for us, but hopefully not too difficult to endure. Before we left that area, I gave each boy a hug and a kiss, after I'd first wiped the tears from his cheeks with the tissues I'd brought with me. I also gave each of them a couple of tissues as well, so they could wipe their eyes or blow their noses as needed. Then, I led them back to the Outback so we could return home.
After we arrived at the house, I sat with the boys in the living room for a while, as I hugged and kissed them again, but I also answered any questions they had. I even told them they could all sleep with me tonight, since I wanted them close by in case they had any unsettling dreams.
Once I felt they were holding their own, I told them I was going to the kitchen to fix dinner. I had assumed that maybe one of them would follow me there so they could cling to me for a while longer, but they all trailed behind me and stayed fairly close as I went through the motions of preparing our meal. Their actions left absolutely no doubts in my mind that the sudden realization of what tomorrow was had suddenly begun to overwhelm their immature psyches.
None of us ate very much when everything was done, because our visit to the cemetery had seemed to effectively ruined our appetites. After we had finished chewing and swallowing the meager portions we'd put in our mouths, I took the boys upstairs so we could all shower together. I knew it was early, but since I didn't think any of us would be getting much rest tonight, I felt we should turn in early. Even though the boys usually enjoyed taking their shower together, this time the activity was nearly as morose as when I had done something similar with them before their parents' funerals. I certainly didn't have to worry about any erections this time around, but I wished there was something I could do to make them smile.
After we finished up the master bath, I had them get ready for bed and then I told Ethan and Marcus get on either side of me, before telling Tyler to lay on the other side of Ethan. He didn't have a problem with doing this, but he reached his arm across Ethan's body so he could make contact with me too. I'm not sure how long we laid there like that, but it was fairly obvious that no one fell asleep quickly. I could tell because I could hear some sniffling from time to time, as well as feel the wetness from their tears accumulating on my shoulders. Hopefully when they eventually passed out, it would be into a peaceful and dreamless oblivion.
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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.