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It was raining when I went to pick up the other boys on Sunday, so when we got back to the house we merely headed inside and spent the time playing games. While we were doing that, I asked the other boys what they’d been up to since I’d last seen them, and then I listened as they described the various things they’d done.
When it was time for Noah to explain what he’d been involved in, he was eager to tell them about his soccer team and how he’d been playing. Unfortunately, it didn’t take very long before it became painfully obvious that the other boys weren't interested in what he had to say. The way they were acting not only kept Noah from telling them more, but I could see the glimmer of fire igniting in his gaze that indicated how much this was bothering him. He was furious that his friends didn't seem interested in what he had to say, because this was important to him. He had listened when they told us about what they’d been doing, but they weren't nearly as polite when it was his turn.
When I noticed Noah’s reaction to how the others were behaving, I realized this situation could explode into a major problem, possibly even becoming physical. In an effort to prevent that from happening, I quickly formulated a way to intervene and distract him. I suggested that it was time to go out to eat, and on the way to our destination I announced that I wouldn't be able to pick up the other three the following Sunday. They immediately wanted to know why, so I explained that something had come up and I wouldn't be around on the weekend. Although they seemed slightly disappointed, they said they understood and would see us the weekend after that instead. Later, after I dropped them off at their apartment building, Noah looked over at me and spoke.
"Are you really going somewhere next weekend?"
"No, I just told them that because I felt you boys needed some time apart. I could tell you were upset because they didn't seem very interested in how you were doing at soccer, so I felt you needed a break to give you a chance to cool off a bit. I thought an extra week apart might allow you time to do that."
"Yeah, you're right. I was pissed at them. I listened when they told us about what they'd been doing, but they didn't want to hear about what I had to say."
"I understand, but to be fair, I was the one who asked what they'd been up to. It might have been easier for you to listen to what they had to say, because you know the places and other people they were talking about, but it was different for them. They might even be a little jealous about how much you're getting to do, now that you're living here."
"I know, and it's why I didn't tell them about Jason or that we take turns staying over with each other every Friday. But I thought they would at least listen to me tell them about how I'm doing at soccer."
"I understand, but since they don’t play it's not quite as interesting as it is for you."
"Then maybe we shouldn’t pick them up and bring them here any more."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Yeah, if they aren't interested in what I’m doing then we'll just leave them with each other and the people they ARE interested in."
"That would be kind of cold and a bit extreme. Wouldn't you miss spending time with them?"
"Nah, I'll just spend more time with Jason and do stuff with him."
"You can still do that as well, but do you really want to stop hanging around with Sam, Gus, and Glen? They've been your friends for a quite a while now, and I'd hate to see that end."
"But we don't live close to each other now and only get together when you pick them up and bring them here. Maybe it would be better if I just made new friends."
"You can always do that without ending your friendship with them. Maybe it would help if I offered to pick them up and bring them to your next Saturday soccer match. That way they can watch you play, and maybe if they see how well you're doing they’ll become more interested in what you have to say the next time."
"Maybe, but they probably won't want to come."
"You should at least give them a chance to decide for themselves. Let me check the schedule and see when your next Saturday match is, and then I'll ask if they want me to pick them up so they can watch you play. Ok?"
"You can try, but I don’t think it will do any good."
"Just let me give them the choice, and if they say 'yes' then I'll pick them up and bring them to your match. If not, then maybe you're right and it’s time to cut back on doing things with them."
"Ok, you can ask them then, but I bet they won’t want to come. If not, me and you can do stuff with Jason instead."
"Let's not cut them out of the picture until I hear what they have to say. We'll just wait and see what they’re willing to do and how interested they seem."
"Ok, but I still don't think they'll want to do it."
After looking at the schedule, I discovered Noah’s team had a home match this Saturday, but the week after they would be playing away. Actually, this worked out well, because we wouldn’t be seeing the others again until the day after the away game. That’s when I’d ask them then if they wanted me to pick them up so they could watch Noah play the following Saturday. He had another home match then, so once the other boys gave me their answer it would indicate whether this friendship had a chance to survive.
Noah left me alone while I was working this out, and when I finished he asked if I’d take him to the high school so he could practice some more. He explained that he wanted to practice using his left foot, and even though he was getting better with it, he felt he needed to work on it when he wasn't practicing with the team. I could tell this was important to him so I agreed, and we spent the next couple of hours working on strengthening and improving his off leg.
By the time we finished, it was obvious that Noah was getting better at using his left foot. His passes were not only getting stronger, but they were more accurate as well. And his shots on goal with that leg were basically hitting the target too, although most of them wound up going dead center of the goal. Most of the opposing keepers would be able to stop these shots, so now he’d have to work on placement. Even though he wasn't doing as well as he did with his right foot, I figured he was approximately half as good with his left foot as he was with his right.
Nothing much happened again until Wednesday when Noah's team had its next home match. Cheryl and I were both planning on going, but I wouldn't be able to get there until after the match had started. Cheryl said she would save me a spot on the hill, so I put a lawn chair in her trunk for her to use, since I already had one in mine.
When work ended on Wednesday, I raced to the school, grabbed my lawn chair out of the trunk, and set it down next to hers. She then filled me in on what I'd missed. "This team isn't as good as the other teams they've played and Noah's team is already ahead 2-0."
"How's he playing?"
"He's doing really well. He had another assist, and then later Coach Rich chose him to take a penalty kick after the other team was called for a foul in the penalty box."
"Is that how they scored the second goal?"
"Yes. Noah totally faked out the goalie. He made it look as if he was going to kick the ball to the goalie's left and the boy totally bought it. As Noah approached the ball, the goalie was leaning to his left and getting ready to dive in that direction, but Noah kicked the ball to the other side instead. The goalie couldn’t react quickly enough to correct his error, and the ball flew behind him and into the net for the score."
"I can picture that, because he's done the same thing to me a couple of times when we were practicing at the high school."
"Well, it looked incredible and Coach Rich took his hat off and bowed to Noah after he scored. It was really cute."
"I'm sure the coach was very impressed by what he did."
There were only a couple of minutes left until the half, and during the intermission we watched as the players grabbed a quick drink before gathering around the coach. Coach Rich talked to them briefly, and then the team got up and started loosening up again, but the coach grabbed Noah’s arm and held him back. After speaking with Noah for a few seconds, the coach gave him a hug before he walked away. Noah blushed and then looked up at us, and as soon as we made eye contact he flashed me a little grin. I took this to mean that the coach had just congratulated him personally about his penalty kick, and then Noah scurried off to rejoin his teammates.
Our team scored again almost immediately after they got the ball in the second half. One of the other midfielders was able to intercept an errant pass and kicked the ball to Noah. He dribbled it a short distance and then sent a pass to the right wing. That boy dribbled the ball along the sideline for several yards before launching a crossing pass that sailed over the striker's head. Fortunately, the left wing was paying attention and bolted in to corral the lose ball, thus keeping the pressure on the defense.
The boy dribbled the ball a few steps and then fired a shot on goal. One of the fullbacks was able to deflect the shot with his leg and caused it to ricochet in the other direction. The striker immediately raced over and got control of the loose ball and took another shot on goal. Unfortunately, the ball hit another player in the back, but the striker followed his shot and got to the ball before anyone else could get to it. Without hesitating, he kicked the ball again, and this time it sailed just inside right goalpost for the score.
I felt badly for the left wing, because I’d assumed he was the one who was going to score, but he made up for it a little while later when he netted the fourth, and final, goal. It wasn't pretty, but he managed to jump in front of a clearing kick made by the sweeper and was able to deflect the ball with his knee. There must have been a leprechaun sitting on his shoulder at the time, because the ball skipped past the keeper and wound up in the net.
The celebration after the game continued long after the boys shook hands with the other team, and once the players took off for the locker room, Coach Rich came over to speak with Cheryl and me. "Noah played another great game, and that was one hell of a penalty kick he scored on. He totally fooled the other team’s keeper and had him going the wrong way. You don't see that very often at this level. Did you teach him that?"
"No, it was something he came up with on his own. He’s used it against me a couple of times when I was practicing with him at the high school, but that’s about all I had to do with it."
"I chose him to take the kick because he’s been doing so well and I believed he had the best chance of scoring. He did even better than I expected, though, so it looks like he'll be taking most of the penalty kicks from now on."
The coach then took off to check on his players, and Cheryl asked if I would give Noah a ride so she could head home and start dinner. I said I didn't have a problem with that, so she got in her car and drove off, while I waited patiently for Noah to join me.
"Where's Mom?" he wondered when he finally emerged from the school.
"She went home to fix dinner. There was no sense in both of us sticking around, seeing each of us drove here from work."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. We have practice tomorrow and Friday, and then we have a game on Saturday. Oh, and Jason said he's excited about staying over Friday night."
"I'm glad you two enjoy spending time with each other."
"And he likes spending time with you too, especially after last time."
"I hope he doesn't expect that to happen every time he stays with us from now on."
"Yeah, he does."
"Wait! How can you know that if neither of you talk about this unless you're at my place?"
"He just told me he really likes you and enjoys staying over, but then he winked so I’d know what he meant. He just couldn't say it out loud, cuz he promised he wouldn't talk about it ‘cept when we're with you."
“We’ll talk about this later, because we have to get home now. Your mother left so she could start fixing dinner and have it ready by the time we got there, and I don’t want to make her wait."
Once we got to the house, Noah followed me inside and then started over to the other side. Before he disappeared, I told him I’d be over shortly, but I wanted to freshen up first, and he said he’d let his mom know.
While we were eating, Cheryl told Noah that he'd played great and she really enjoyed watching him. They also discussed the fact that Jason was going to be staying with us again on Friday, and Cheryl asked Noah which of two different meals he’d prefer. She said she knew Jason would like either one, so she was letting Noah make the choice. Once he told her his decision, he looked over at me and spoke.
"Can I watch TV with you after we're done eatin’?"
"Don't you have homework?"
"Just a little and it shouldn't take very long to finish."
"Ok, if you get it done quickly then you can come over and watch TV until it's time to go to bed."
As soon as we finished our meal, Noah raced off to do his homework. When he finished, he came over to watch TV, but I was busy doing something for work on my laptop. He wanted me to sit with him, so I carried the laptop over to the sofa and sat next to him, and then continued working as he watched a couple of shows. When I told him it was time to turn in, he kissed me goodnight and walked over to his bedroom to go to sleep. I worked for a little longer before I logged off and got ready for bed as well.
Thursday was fairly uneventful, both at work and at home. Then on Friday, Jason and Noah were waiting for me when I pulled up in front of the school. “You two look to be in exceptionally good moods,” I greeted them as they climbed in the back seat.
“Yeah, cuz we like spendin’ the night with each other,” Jason replied. “And we like bein’ with you too, especially after we get in bed.”
“I hope you don’t expect to do those things every time you stay with us.”
“Why not? I like it and want you to keep doin’ it to me. And don’t worry, I didn’t tell anybody about it.”
“Wouldn’t you rather just do it with Noah?”
“Nah, we do it when he stays at my house, but I’d rather have you do it to me when I stay with you guys.”
“I see,” was all I stated, since I didn’t want to keep the discussion going. He seemed fairly certain about what he wanted, and if the truth be told I enjoyed it too, so it looked as if he was going to get his wish later.
When we got to the house, Cheryl had dinner ready, so we went next door to eat. Cheryl chatted with the boys as they chowed down, and when we finished our meal we asked what they wanted to do next. “You have a match in the morning, but what would you like to do before you go to bed?”
“Let’s play Life first, and then we’ll see what’s on TV before we have to go to sleep,” Noah suggested.
“Is that ok with you, Jason?”
“Yeah, I’m ok with doin’ that too.”
Cheryl joined us and we played the game of Life for about an hour, and then the boys went to see what was on TV. Cheryl then went back to her side so she could get ready for work in the morning, and after she left the boys teased me to join them. They had me sit between them on the sofa, and then they both leaned against one of my shoulders. When they did that, I lifted my arms and wrapped one around each boy as we focused on the screen.
“Well, since we didn’t go out to walk or jog, we don’t need to shower.” I stated when the last show ended. “I assumed you did that after practice.”
“Yeah, we did,” Jason confirmed, “so it will leave us more time to do the other stuff.”
Jason and Noah then raced to the bathroom so they could brush their teeth and empty their bladders, and then they headed to the bedroom while I was going through my nightly ritual. When I finished and entered the bedroom, they were both lying naked on the mattress with the covers pulled down below their feet. Each one had a huge smile on his face as I moved toward them.
“We’re ready for you to do it to us now,” Jason stated when I was standing next to the bed. “And this time we want to do it to you after you do it to us.”
“Are you sure? It takes me a lot longer before I ejaculate.”
“It’s ok, cuz we want to try that too,” Jason responded.
“But your arm may get tired before that happens.”
“Nah, we’ll take turns and change places if that happens,” Jason replied without hesitation. I had a feeling they’d discussed this beforehand.
“Ok, then who am I doing first?”
“Me!” Jason squealed. “Then I’ll start doin’ it to you when you finish with Noah.”
It seemed that he had this all planned out, so I laid down beside him, reached out and ran my hand over his genitals until he sprouted wood. When that happened, I grabbed his penis with my thumb and first two fingers and slowly slid them up and down on his rigid shaft. As I continued to do this, he closed his eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through his young athletic frame. Eventually he started to pant, and then his body tensed and shivered slightly when he experienced his dry orgasm. We gave him a few moments to recover, and then the boys switched places so I could do the same thing to Noah.
No matter how many times I’ve done this to him, Noah is always eager and reacts the same way he did the first time I masturbated him. He was already hard and totally relaxed after he’d changed places with Jason, so I merely wrapped my hand around his turgid pole and began to slide it up and down. Noah began to moan almost as soon as I started, and then his body stiffened and he began to grunt as his penis expelled several thin strands of his immature ejaculate.
Jason was enthralled by the noises Noah was currently making, which made me suspect that Noah didn’t make these same sounds when they did this at Jason’s house. I assumed Noah intentionally remained quiet when Jason did this to him and stifled any noises that might draw attention or expose what they were up to. I believed, however, that Jason was beginning to realize that he didn’t have to be as restrained when they were doing this with me.
Anyway, once I helped Noah clean up the mess on his body, the two boys wanted to do the same thing to me. I was reluctant at first, but Jason was insistent, so I finally gave in and removed my boxer briefs. Jason immediately reached over and wrapped his hand around my flaccid member and did his best to help me firm up. While he was doing that, Noah was running his hand over my scrotum to speed the process along. A short time later I was fully erect, and Jason began to masturbate me, the same as he’d done to Noah when they were at his house.
Jason was doing his best to get me off, and when his arm started to tire, Noah placed his hand below Jason’s so he could help out. The effect of this dual stimulation definitely worked, and it also allowed Jason to stop briefly whenever he needed to give his arm a break. After several minutes of this action, I realized I was approaching my orgasm.
“Ok, I’m going to shoot soon,” I warned, and then a few seconds later the first of my semen catapulted from my shaft.
Jason audibly gasped when it happened, and his eyes bulged from their sockets as his mouth dropped open. “Whoa, you shot a lot more than Noah, and it went a lot farther too,” he gushed as the last few drops oozed out of the tip.
“Yes, but I think that’s basically because I’m older and more mature.”
“I can’t wait ‘til I can do that too.”
The boys then grabbed some tissues and helped me clean up the mess, and then we all put our underwear on before I pulled up the covers and we prepared to sleep. Jason was in the middle again, with both of us cuddling against him, but this time he didn’t fondle my genitals while I slept. It appeared as if he was satisfied that he’d been able to hold my penis when he helped me get off.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/all-the-worlds-a-stage/
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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.