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The final two weekends in February and the first weekend in March went basically the same as the last one we'd spent together. I took the boys to the high school pool and let the older three swim on their own while I worked with Glen. He was slowly getting better, but I had to constantly encourage him to erase the fear his mother had instilled in him about drowning. I felt this problem would decrease over time as his ability increased, so I wasn't too worried about it.
After we finished up at the pool, we would stop to eat before going back to the house, and then I'd either have the boys solve a mystery or take part in a new adventure before I took them home. Once Noah and I returned after dropping the other boys off, he would immediately ask me to masturbate him, and I would end up doing it several times before I took him home on Monday morning. Our routine changed slightly, however, when I picked the boys up the second weekend in March.
I knew Noah's birthday was coming up and wanted to do something special to celebrate his special day. I also realized that I had to do as much for him as I'd done for Gus' birthday, at least while the other boys were with us, but I wanted to do even more after I'd taken the other three home. I just had to determine what I was going to do in both instances, but I would let Noah make some of the choices after I'd picked them up.
Since Noah's actual birthday was on a Thursday this year, I decided to celebrate it the weekend before. I felt he wouldn't be expecting me to do anything until the weekend after, so I thought this would totally surprise him. When I picked the boys up on that Saturday, I acted just like I had on every other Saturday and drove them to my house. As soon as I pulled into the driveway, Noah noticed something, since he was sitting in the front seat.
"Hey, what's the soccer goal doing in front of your door?" he asked, since the wooden pallets we used for that purpose weren't where they belonged.
"I don't know. Someone must have moved it after I left to pick you boys up. Will you help me move it back to where it belongs?"
They all agreed, so we got on either side on the pallets, lifted them and carried the goal back where it was supposed to be. "Did you leave the soccer ball out here?" Sam asked as he pointed at the ball once we'd set the goal down.
"No! As far as I knew it was still in the closet in the exercise room. I can't imagine how it got out here."
As the boys were looking around, Glen spoke up. "Hey, there's a window open in your house," he stated as he pointed in that direction.
"That's the window in the exercise room," I gasped.
"I bet somebody broke in there to get the ball," Gus announced.
"I don't know why they'd do that, but I hope they didn't take any of my exercise equipment. One of you grab the soccer ball and we'll put it back in the closet when I check to see if anything is missing."
Glen went over and picked up the ball, as I headed toward the door to let the boys inside. As soon as I closed it behind us, I headed to the equipment room to see if anything was missing. "Everything seems to be ok here, so I can't understand why someone would break in just to get the soccer ball. Glen, would you please put it back in the closet for me?"
"Yeah," he replied as he pulled one side of the bi-fold door back. After he put the ball where it belonged, we walked back to the other room.
"Hey, is this your sandwich and glass of milk?" Noah wondered as he pointed to the partially eaten sandwich and quarter glass of milk on the counter.
"No, that's not what I had for breakfast."
"How about last night?" Gus pressed.
"No, I wouldn't have left something like that out overnight."
"Then whoever broke in must have come in here to eat," Sam suggested.
"Maybe, but I hope he didn't take anything else. I have some special things in the fridge right now."
"I'll check," Noah offered as he went over and opened the door. After looking inside for a few seconds, he turned toward me and spoke.
"You did all of this, didn't you?" he stated with a half-smile, half-frown on his face.
"Why would you say that?"
"Cuz you wanted me to find my birthday cake in here, but it's not my birthday yet."
"No, it's Thursday, but I wanted to surprise you, and it wouldn't be much of a surprise after your birthday."
The other boys were all giggling, because they realized this had been the mystery that I'd set up for today. I wasn't sure if Noah would be the one to find the cake, or if one of the other boys would do it, but it didn't really matter. I only wanted him to be surprised when it was discovered.
"You're sneaky," Noah complained half-heartedly.
"Guilty as charged, and Happy Birthday! Do you feel a year older, now that you're twelve?"
"Nah, I feel the same."
"Ok, I was hoping you didn't feel too old, because I've got a special activity planned for today. Afterward you can choose where we go for lunch."
"So we're not going swimming today?"
"No, because I wanted to do something different for your birthday. And after we eat, we'll come back here for cake and ice cream before I take you guys home."
"Thanks, but where are we going?" Noah wondered.
"You'll find out in just a few minutes."
After getting back into the car, I drove over to the indoor kart track. "So this is what we're going to do?" Noah asked as I pulled into the lot and parked.
"Yes. Don't you want to do this?"
"Yeah, I do, but I couldn't believe you were taking us all here again."
"Yeah, this place is awesome," Gus concurred.
"You mean you've been here before?" Glen asked, looking confused.
"Yeah, Brian brought us here one time after we couldn't swim at the state park any more," Sam answered.
"And because it has an indoor track, we can do it today as well," I clarified.
Seeing the place had just opened for the day, there weren't very many people there, which worked out perfectly. Since the three older boys had all done this before, I let each one drive his own kart, but Glen was a different story. He was too short and too young to go by himself, so I took him with me. I let him sit on my lap so he could do some of the driving, but I operated the gas and brake pedals because he couldn't reach them. Once we were all set, we took our first spin around the track.
Shortly after we started, I told Glen he could steer the cart, but I kept one hand ready to grab the steering wheel if it appeared he was having trouble or doing something wrong. I only had to step in a couple of times, so for the most part I let him do the driving while we went around the track.
I had paid for us to do this more than once, so we continued going around the track until the employees finally signaled that our time was up. After we got out of the karts, the boys were smiling and fist-bumping with each other.
"That was fun," Glen announced during the celebration. "I can't wait until I'm big enough to go by myself like everyone else."
"Yeah, this was wicked awesome," his brother confirmed.
"Yeah, and thanks for bringing us here for my birthday," Noah chimed in.
"Yeah, thanks," the others all agreed.
"So where do you want to go for lunch?" I asked after we were all in the car.
"How about the Chinese place? We haven't done that for a while."
"It's fine with me, if the other three don't mind." As I looked in the backseat, I saw some confused expressions. "Do you boys like Chinese food?"
"I'm not sure. I don't know if I ever had it before," Sam answered.
"Us either," Gus and Glen confirmed.
"Don't worry, cuz I never had it before Brian took me there, but he found plenty of stuff I liked. He'll tell you what to take, and you can put some on your plate."
"So this is like CiCi's, where you help yourself?" Gus followed.
"Yes, it's a buffet, just like CiCi's," I confirmed.
"Ok, let's go there then," Gus offered, with the other two quickly agreeing.
After we got to the restaurant and I'd paid the required fee, I led them over to the buffet and helped them get a few things I thought they'd enjoy. That included a sampling of Sweet and Sour Chicken, Orange Chicken, and Sesame Chicken, an egg roll, a scoop of lo mein noodles, and a fortune cookie. Then, I led them over to a table so we could sit down and eat. A woman came over and asked what we wanted to drink, so we gave her our orders and she quickly brought the drinks to the table.
"How come there's no sauce on the sketti?" Glen asked.
"Because it's lo mein, not spaghetti. The Chinese actually made the noodles first, not the Italians. However, when Marco Polo brought them back to Italy after going on his trip to China, someone else decided to add the tomato sauce and created the spaghetti you like."
He seemed satisfied with the answer and the boys all began eating. "Noah was right. This is good," Gus stated with his mouth half-full.
"Yeah, I like it too," Sam added.
"Me too," Glen confirmed. "Even the stuff that isn't sketti."
I was glad that no one complained, because I didn't want to stop at another place to get them something else. They even went back to get a little more of the things they liked, and once we finished eating we returned to the house.
"Do you boys want your cake and ice cream now, or do you want to wait a while first?"
"How long before you have to take us home?" Sam wondered.
"I guess you can probably stay here a couple more hours before I have to do that."
"Then let's wait."
"Ok, so what do you want to do now?"
"Let's watch cartoons," Noah shouted, and the other boys quickly concurred with his suggestion.
I let them do that for the next hour, and during that time I took Noah's cake out of the refrigerator and placed the candles on it. I also got out everything we'd need to serve the cake and ice cream, and then I went in to join the boys for a while. They were all sitting on the sofa or laying on the floor, so I sat in the chair and watched them, rather than what was currently on the screen. I got a kick out of watching them laugh at the antics of the cartoon characters, and found it much more enjoyable than actually watching the show.
After doing this with them for a while, I made an announcement. "Ok, it's time to have the cake and ice cream now, so Noah please use the remote to turn off the TV."
He did as I asked, and I led the boys into the kitchen. I had the cake setting on the counter and quickly lit the candles. After leading the boys in singing Happy Birthday to Noah, I told him to make a wish and then blow out the candles. I also handed him the knife and let him cut the cake. After he put a slice on each small plate, I asked the boys which flavor of ice cream they wanted. Once everyone had what he wanted, I told them to dig in, and it took no time at all for them to clean off their plates. I think a couple of the boys even licked the plates when they were empty, because they didn't want to leave anything behind.
After we rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, I had the boys get ready to leave. I then drove Sam, Gus, and Glen back to their apartment building and said goodbye.
"Thanks, that was a blast," Sam stated as he was getting out of the car. "Happy Birthday, Noah."
"Yeah, thanks for doing that with us too," Gus and Glen agreed. "And Happy Birthday, Noah."
Noah had been sitting in the front seat with the left over cake on his lap, and once we were alone he turned toward me and spoke. "Why did you make me bring this?"
"Because I'd done the same thing with Gus, and I didn't want the other three asking questions about why I didn't give you the leftover cake."
"Oh, yeah. They don't know I go back with you."
"Now you're catching on." He merely looked at me and made a face.
Just as I expected, as soon as we got back to the house Noah announced that he wanted me to masturbate him again. I let him get undress and watched him climb onto the bed, and then I made another announcement. "Since it's your birthday weekend, I've got something else in mind for today."
"But I want you to rub my penis for me," he complained, not understanding.
"I think you'll enjoy this even more," I offered as reassuringly as I knew how. "Just trust me, and if you don't like it, then I'll do what you want afterward."
That seemed to placate him and overcame his objection, so I got on the bed beside him. I think his concern that I wasn't going to do what he wanted had kept him from getting an erection, so in an effort to correct that situation, I reached over and began to massage his scrotum and penis. Once it was standing tall and proud, I bent over, opened my mouth, and swallowed the entire shaft. Noah had closed his eyes while I'd been massaging his genitals, but suddenly both of his eyes shot open as he looked down to confirm what he was feeling.
"You've got my penis in your mouth!" he gasped, totally amazed. "Please don't bite it."
I lifted my head long enough to reassure him. "Don't worry, I would never do that."
"Doesn't it taste like pee?"
"It would only taste like that if you didn't shake it off after you last used the bathroom, or if you just peed your pants," I said lifting up again. "Didn't you suck your thumb when you were younger."
"Yeah, but that was different."
"Not really, and it tastes about the same."
After saying this, I resumed my effort of bobbing up and down on his miniature spike. It was probably about 3.5 inches erect now (9 cm), so there was definitely enough to work with. I continued to raise and lower my head over it, while using my lips and tongue for additional stimulation. After a couple of minutes of this effort, his body stiffened, he released a muffled grunt, as his watery ejaculate shot into my mouth. I continued working on him even after I'd drained the last of his cum, and then I finally let his penis fall from between my lips. I concentrated on looking at his face while I waited for him to recover.
"Man, that was incredible," Noah gasped a few seconds later. He also hopped onto his knees so he could give me a hug. "I thought it was great when you rubbed it, but that was even better!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, and Happy Birthday."
"Thanks, but did you swallow that stuff too?"
"I did."
"And you didn't mind?"
"No, not at all. Haven't you ever tasted it before?"
"Nah, I didn't think I should."
"Well, the next time you do get off at home, give it a try and see what you think."
"Why? What's it taste like."
"Everyone's semen tastes different, but I'd say yours is sweet - kind of like a mild honey."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you?"
"Nope."
"Then give it a try."
"Ok, I'll do that the next time I rub my penis, but I want you to do it to me this way from now on."
"I will, if that's what you want, but we could always switch back and forth too."
"Yeah, but I'd rather have you do it like this from now on."
After Noah got dressed again, we went out for our walk. It was a little on the chilly side, which only encouraged us too move faster, and when we got back to the house we took our shower. Once we'd dried off and we were getting dressed again, I told Noah to put on a nice outfit, because I was going to take him out for dinner.
"You aren't gonna fix something here, like you usually do?" he asked, looking at me confused.
"No, it's your birthday, so I want to take you someplace nice."
"But you did that earlier, for lunch."
"But that was for all of you boys. This will be just the two of us."
Once he got over the shock, we got dressed and I took him to a steakhouse. I knew this would be a special treat for him, and since he'd never done anything like this before, I told him to let me order. I ordered us both a filet mignon, baked potato, and side salad.
"Hey, this is really good, and it's easy to chew too. Thanks."
"You're welcome, and I'm glad you enjoy it."
He tore through the first half of the steak, but slowed down after that. He ended up taking the other half home with him, and I told him I'd warm it up for him to have at lunch the next day. We didn't get dessert, because we had a lot of leftover cake and ice cream at home, so I merely paid the bill and we left.
"Thanks, that was really nice. I liked it being just the two of us."
When we returned to the house, he went to the living room, while I made a detour and took a few seconds to grab something out of my dresser. Once we were sitting on the sofa, I handed him the package I'd just retrieved.
"What's this?"
"Open it and find out. It's your birthday present from me."
Without hesitation, he ripped the wrapping paper off of the package and stared at it. "Is this the movie we watched before?"
"That movie is included in there too, but it's the complete set of all of the Transformers movies."
"Really? Can we watch the next one now?"
"Sure, I don't have a problem with doing that. You can also leave the DVDs here if you want, or you can take them home with you," I said as I was loading the disk into the DVD player. "They're yours, and you can do whatever you want with them."
"I'll leave them here, because we don't have nothing to play them on at home."
"That's fine, but you can always change your mind later, if your mom gets a DVD player." Unfortunately, the inexpensive laptop I'd bought the boys didn't have a DVD drive either, so this would do for now.
After we finished watching the movie, it was time to go to bed. After we went through our nightly ministrations, we headed to the bedroom and Noah made an announcement.
"I want you to do it with your mouth again before I go to sleep," Noah stated as he was getting undressed. "What am I s'pose to call it?"
"Technically it's oral sex, but you might hear the other kids talking about blow jobs or sucking cock."
"So what do you want me to call it?"
"You can either say you want me to do it orally or you want to be sucked off. Either one will be ok."
By the time I finished answering him, he was naked and sprawled out on the bed. This time I crawled between his legs, and as soon as I was in position I flicked my tongue out and used it to stimulate his scrotum, similar to what I'd done previously with my hand. I eventually took his entire ball sack into my mouth and continued to run my tongue around the wrinkled flesh before I released it again and moved up to his penis, which was now fully erect.
After licking my way up the shaft and swirling my tongue around the bulbous head, I was ready to do what he wanted. Noah was cooing and purring from my ministrations, which indicated he was enjoying the attention, as I placed my head over his dickhead and took his penis into my mouth. When I began nodding up and down on it, I made sure my lips were caressing the outer surface, while my tongue did its own delicate dance at the same time.
At this point, Noah's hips began bouncing up and down on the mattress as he attempted to control the pace at which I was bringing him off. He continued to do this for a couple of minutes before he rammed his penis into my mouth and froze in place, as his semen exploded onto my tongue. After a handful of spurts he started bucking his hips up and down again, but only briefly before his backside collapsed on the bed and he remained totally motionless, except for his heaving chest.
I watched him lying there for the next couple of minutes and noticed the peaceful, satisfied expression on his face. Other than his slightly messed up hair, he looked like a little angel as he recovered from his orgasm.
When he'd recuperated, he looked over at me and smiled. "Thank you. That was really great, but now I've got to do something for you. Do you want me to use my mouth too?"
"I don't know if you're ready to do that yet. I don't want you to feel as if you have to do something because I did it, so why don't you just do it the way you normally do."
He agreed to my suggestion and used both hands to masturbate me, and after I'd ejaculated and cleaned up the mess, we cuddled together and fell asleep. I'm not sure why neither of us put anything on when we finished, because we didn't discuss it, but we slept naked this time, even though it was still winter. I guess our body heat trapped under the covers was enough to keep us warm.
When we woke up Sunday morning, Noah wanted me to suck him off again before we ate breakfast, and then he watched cartoons for a while as I was doing some chores. When those tasks were done, we worked on some of his school work until noon, and then I heated up his leftover steak, made a few French fries for both of us, and fixed myself a sandwich. We had more cake and ice cream after we finished the main course, and then Noah wanted me to suck him off again after that.
As soon as he'd enjoyed another release, he wanted to watch the next Transformers movie, so I sat down and did it with him. When that ended, he went outside to play with the RC car until we went for our walk. After we returned, we showered and changed, and then Noah went to see what was on TV, while I went out to fix something for dinner.
After we ate, Noah wanted to watch another Transformers movie before we went to bed, so we sat down on the sofa so he could lean against me. Eventually, he shifted his position and rested his head on my leg, all without taking his eyes off the screen.
When the movie ended, we headed to the bedroom and went through our nightly ritual. Noah masturbated me after I'd sucked him off again. I had a feeling he'd toyed with the idea of trying to suck me off, because his head seemed to draw closer to my penis this time, but then he just did what he usually did with me on the weekend. Once we'd both enjoyed an orgasm, I kissed him and wished him Happy Birthday again as we cuddled together and fell asleep.
Noah wanted me to suck him off again when we woke up, and then we had breakfast quickly before we got dressed and hopped into the car.
"Thanks for the great birthday weekend and both birthday presents you gave me," he said when I pulled up in front of the trailer.
"Both presents? I only gave you the DVDs."
"And using your mouth instead of your hand. That was a special present too."
I could only smile and nod my head as he got out of the car and walked up the steps to his trailer. His mother was waiting for him at the door, and she waved at me as I was pulling away.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
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