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I went to Noah’s away match on Saturday, but Cheryl had to work. He played well again, although not quite at the same caliber as he had on Tuesday. The game ended in a 1-1 tie, so the teams had to play two five-minute overtime periods as well. The score was still tied when they finished the second OT period, so they went to penalty kicks to break the deadlock.
Each team was allowed to select five players to take those kicks, and the home team won the coin toss and chose to go first. We all held our breath and watched as their first player prepared to take his kick. As he approached the ball it was fairly obvious to everyone that he was going to kick it to the keeper’s left, so the keeper dove in that direction. However, the boy lofted the ball higher than the keeper expected, sending it out of his reach. I watched in total dismay as the ball sailed over the keeper’s horizontal frame and into the upper part of the net for the score.
Our team’s striker went next and attempted to sneak the ball just inside the right upright (post), but he tried to cut it way too close. The ball hit the goal post and bounced back onto the pitch, failing to score. The other team was now ahead 2-1 at the end of the first two penalty kicks.
Our goalkeeper blocked the second opponent’s penalty kick and kept the other team from increasing their lead. Our right wing came up next and squeaked a kick past the other team’s diving keeper to even the score.
When the third player on the other team came up for his turn, he struck the ball squarely, but right at our keeper, so he was able to catch the ball and prevent another score. Our right midfielder came up next, and as he was planting his left foot on the turf it skidded, and this caused him to strike the ball poorly. We all watched in horror as the ball sailed over the crossbar and out of play, leaving the score tied 2-2.
The fourth player on the other team sent a bullet into the upper left hand corner of the net for a score, and then the left wing on our team stepped up to take his turn. He unleashed a grass burner that was just out of reach by the diving goalkeeper, tying the score yet again.
I think everyone there could see how nervous our goalkeeper was as he took his place in the goalmouth one final time and prepared for the other team’s player to take his turn. It appeared as if the keeper was thinking that if he was able to stop the kick it would give Noah a chance to win the game.
We all watched nervously as the boy approached the ball and struck it with his foot. As the ball rose into the air, the keeper stretched out and deflected it with his hand. He wasn’t able to block the shot completely and merely caused the ball to rise into the air. I thought it was going to go over the crossbar and out of play, but the ball struck the crossbar instead and bounced toward the ground. The spin on the ball, which had been created by the kick hitting the crossbar, carried it into the net for the score. This put the other team ahead by a goal again and left our team one final chance to tie the match, or else they’d lose.
I can’t remember if I was even breathing as I watched Noah head out to take the final attempt, and I was amazed by how calm he appeared as he made his way onto the pitch. He calmly took the ball from the referee and placed it on the penalty mark in preparation to take his turn. He seemed oblivious to the tremendous amount of pressure that was being placed upon his shoulders and looked to be as cool as a cucumber, unlike everyone else there.
I wasn’t surprised to see Noah attempt the same kick he’d used against me before, and what I’d been told he’d done on the first penalty kick he had taken for the team. He gave every indication that he was going to kick the ball to the left of the keeper, and as the boy leaned in that direction and prepared to react, Noah kicked the ball to his right instead. The poor keeper looked flummoxed and totally embarrassed about being fooled so badly, because up until then he had a chance to win the match for his team. Instead, the ball traveled untouched into the netting and the contest ended in a draw.
After the two teams lined up to shake hands, I walked down to congratulate Noah and tell him that I’d meet him at the school. As soon as I finished relaying my message, the coach came over to speak with me.
“I wish all of the boys were as good at taking penalty kicks as Noah. He makes it look effortless and has scored on every opportunity he’s been given. It’s a good thing too, or we would have lost today. This was another good team, and I was pleased that our boys played so well against them, including the keeper. I can’t fault him for any of those goals, and even though we were still down a goal when Noah took his turn, I wasn’t worried about losing. I was fairly certain he was going to score, and my only regret was that it was to secure a draw, and not a win.”
“Yes, but I’m glad you didn’t lose.”
“I am too, but a tie is like kissing your sister. It’s not nearly as good.”
We both chuckled at that thought before the coach left to herd the boys onto the bus and I headed over to my car. I decided to follow the bus back this time, figuring Noah could simply hop off the bus and come directly over to the car so we could return home.
To my surprise, Noah didn’t look depressed as he approached the vehicle later. He simply opened the door, slid into his seat, and then spoke. “So what did you think of the game?”
“You played very well, and you did a great job on the penalty kick.”
“Yeah, and I went back to doing the one I was the most comfortable with. This team hadn’t seen me do it before, and I knew I had to score or we’d lose.”
“Yes, and you did a great job so that didn’t happen.”
Since he hadn’t showered yet, he stripped down almost as soon as he got in the door, and then he headed to the bathroom. While he was cleaning up, I made lunch so it would be ready when he was done. After he dried off and got dressed, he came out of the bedroom and broke into a smile.
“It smells good and I’m glad you did this, cuz I’m starved.”
After we finished eating and placed the dishes in the dishwasher, Noah went in to watch TV for a while. While he was doing that, I worked on what I was going to do with the boys the following day. I decided to prepare something special this time, rather than just playing board games with them, as a reward for Gus and Sam showing up at Noah’s last match. Seeing them at the game had convinced Noah that they were still his friends and actually interested in what he was doing. I just hoped they’d show a little more interest when he was telling them about how he was doing from now on.
When Cheryl returned home from work, Noah filled her in about the match and she listened intently to what he had to say. When he finished, she commiserated with him about not winning, while at the same time complimenting him for tying the score with his kick. Once their conversation ended, she went to change before starting dinner, and Noah and I went out for our run.
“Hey, can I call Jason and ask him if he wants to go to the high school to practice with us tomorrow?” he begged almost as soon as we’d started out.
“Do you even know his phone number?”
“Yeah, he wrote it down for me the first time he stayed over, along with his address. So can I call him and ask?”
“I don’t see why not, but don’t try to pressure him if he says he can’t do it. His family might have plans, or they might just like to spend Sunday together as a family.”
“Yeah, ok, but I still want to see if he wants to do this.”
When we got back to the house, we showered and changed, and then Noah used my phone to call Jason while I went over to see if Cheryl needed a hand. I merely ended up chatting with her instead, at least until Noah came racing over to let me know what he’d found out.
“Jason asked his mom and dad and they said he could go with us to the high school tomorrow.”
“I hope you asked Brian about doing that first,” Cheryl chided.
“Yes, he did, and I told him it was ok.”
After we finished our meal, Cheryl agreed to play Sorry with us, and after that they followed me over to my side to watch TV for a while. We soon discovered that the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on, so we squeezed together on the sofa to watch it. Noah hadn’t seen it before and sat mesmerized between his mom and me on the sofa. He would grab a hold of one of us when something scary happened, and he would jump when something unexpected occurred. He would also laugh hysterically when something humorous took place, and he would scream at the characters when he thought they should be doing something. After observing all of his reactions, I was glad that we’d done this with him.
When the movie ended, Cheryl said goodnight to both of us, gave Noah a hug and a kiss, and then she went over to her side to get ready for bed. As soon as she took off, Noah and I decided to go to bed as well and headed to the bathroom to prepare.
“Will you suck my penis for me tonight?” Noah asked as he was peeing.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yeah, I really like it when you do that.”
After we got in bed, I decided to do more than just blow him. I bent over and worked on his tiny nipples first, attacking his left one my tongue before sucking on it, while at the same time tweaking the other one with my index finger and thumb. After reversing the process and doing the same thing to the other nipple, I kissed my way down his chest and over his belly before attacking his navel with my tongue. Noah squirmed and giggled while I was doing this, and then I got up and moved between his legs.
Noah spread them apart and gave me plenty of room, and then I used my lips and oral muscle to attack the skin on his scrotum, as I stimulated the area as much as possible. After doing that for a brief time, I moved up and began to run my tongue up, down, and around his shaft, which was standing tall and proud as it extended from his groin. I don’t know what made me suddenly think of this comparison, but I thought it looked like a miniature Washington Monument towering above the Capital Mall. I guess I’ve been watching too much political news lately.
Eventually, I placed my head over his rigid boyhood, opened my mouth, and lowered it until I had his entire penis in my mouth. After humming on it briefly, I began to nod up and down while using my lips and tongue to elicit the desired effect. Noah immediately began bucking his hips to match the raising and lowering of my head, while also placing his hands on my scalp to guide my actions. It only took a couple of minutes before he slammed his pubis against my lips and pressed down on the back of my skull to make sure I stayed there while he fired his immature seed down my throat. After the last of the watery strands had slid down my gullet, his grip slowly relaxed and his butt dropped downward until it was once again resting on the mattress.
After I released his penis, I waited as he enjoyed the lasting effects of his orgasmic explosion, and as soon as he returned to the present, he thanked me and let me know he wanted to return the favor.
“Why don’t you just masturbate me instead?”
“No, I want to use my mouth too. I’ll do it for as long as I can, and I know I’ll only be able to get the end of your penis in my mouth, but I’ll jerk you off with my hand at the same time.”
“Ok, if that’s what you want to do.”
He then proceeded to do those things to me, and he did a very commendable job of it too. He was a real trooper and never let up until I released my load, and then we cuddled together as we fell asleep.
As we were having breakfast the next morning, I could tell Noah was excited, but I wasn’t sure if it was about seeing Sam, Gus, and Glen again, or because Jason would be going with us later. Maybe it was a combination of both, because he was bouncing around in his seat as we drove to the apartment building to pick up the first three.
The other boys were staring out the door as we pulled up, but they seemed a little subdued as they walked out to the car. They usually raced outside to join us, as well as smiling broadly, but this time was different. As they came out to get in the car they reminded me of children of divorce who were dutifully going with the non-custodial parent, even though they would have preferred doing something else.
Maybe I was being unfair to them, but that was the impression I got from watching them. It wasn’t what I was expecting, especially after seeing how enthusiastic they were at Noah’s soccer match, and I tried not to prejudge their intentions.
“What are we gonna do today?” Gus asked as he closed the rear door behind him.
“You’ll see when we get to the house.”
“Are we just gonna play those games again,” Sam followed, and this increased my initial impression about them.
“No, I have something else planned.”
“Oh, ok,” they all muttered in response.
Although they didn’t sound enthusiastic about doing this, although I had no idea why, I hoped they’d loosen up a bit when they saw what I had planned. I’d come up with a mystery for them to solve and had planted clues all around my side of the house and out in the yard, so I hoped it was worth the effort. First, I explained the premise for what they had to solve, and when I finished setting the scene for them, the boys went running outside looking for the first clue. When they found it, we discussed what it meant and what they should do next, and then they raced off looking for the next clue.
During the week I’d placed these clues in various places, with some of them being objects, while others were in the form of a note, a recording, or some other type of clue that would indicate what they should do next. It took them about an hour and a half before they finally solved it, and I waited to see how they were going to react to what they’d just done.
“That was fun,” Glen said as we sat down around the table to talk about what we were going to do next.
“Yeah, it was,” Gus and Sam agreed.
“Are we going to eat now?” Noah followed.
“Yes, but we’re eating here today. I’ve prepared everything in advance, so all I have to do is heat the baked ziti in the oven. I also picked up two loaves of Italian bread to go with it, and I’ll make a small salad for anyone who wants one.”
“K, that sounds good, and today was fun, but we want to ask you something after you put that stuff in the oven,” Sam stated while looking very serious.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.” I was curious as to what this was all about, but I didn’t ask any questions yet, because I figured I’d find out what they wanted shortly.
I’d preheated the oven while the boys were looking for the last couple of clues, so I merely grabbed the large casserole dish I had placed the ziti in and put it in the oven. After setting the timer, I went back to chat with the boys.
“Ok, so what’s up?” I said to get things started.
“Uh, we was wonderin’ if you’d mind if we didn’t come here on Sunday for a while,” Sam began.
“We want to still come with you when we can go swimmin’ or do stuff like that, but there’s somethin’ else we want to do too,” Gus added.
“So you don’t like coming here any more?” Noah asked looking bewildered.
“We do, but there’s somethin’ else we want to do too, and it’s something we can only do on Sunday. We’re just afraid that we’ll miss out on it if we don’t do it now,” Sam explained.
“Why? What’s more important than coming here?” Noah demanded, and I could hear the hurt in his voice. “I thought you liked doin’ these things with us.”
“We do,” Glen confirmed, and then he looked over at his brother.
“Glen’s right, we like doin’ this too, but when we couldn’t come here last week cuz Brian wasn’t gonna be here, we found somethin’ else that was more fun,” Gus stated.
“Like what?” Noah wanted to know.
“Well, we got to get to know the new family that moved into the buildin’,” Sam offered. “We’d seen them around before, but we didn’t get to spend any time with them until last Sunday.”
“I didn’t realize an apartment had opened up,” I commented, slightly confused. “From what I’ve been told, once people move into the building they seldom move out.”
“Yeah, most people have been there for a long time, like us, but one of the women livin’ there just got married, so she and her kids moved in with that guy,” Gus explained.
“And the new kids were at the park when we went there last Sunday, so we went over to say hi,” Sam explained.
“And now you like them better and want to spend time with them instead of us?” Noah wondered, sounding even more hurt than before.
“Kinda. They’re twin girls who are the same age as us, and they have a little brother who’s a year older than Glen,” Gus responded.
“So why do you want to be with them instead of us?” Noah shot back.
“Uh, it’s cuz we did stuff that was really fun,” Gus answered.
“Like what?” Noah pressed.
Gus and Sam glanced over at me and didn’t respond, so I knew it was something they didn’t want to say in my presence. Taking the hint, I decided to make this easy for them.
“Look, I’ve got to go check on lunch, but you guys can keep on chatting. How many of you want a salad too?”
Once I knew how many I had to prepare, I went out to slice the bread, prepare the salads, and check on the ziti. I thought the boys would whisper as the discussion continued, but they only lowered their voices slightly, so I was still able to overhear what they were saying.
“So what was so fun?” Noah asked as soon as I began working in the kitchen.
“After we got to know them at the park, they invited us to go back to their apartment with them,” Sam replied.
“There was no one else there, so we told Glen to take Max, that’s their little brother, to our apartment to play,” Gus continued. “Once they were gone, the girls started askin’ us about a bunch a stuff but some of it was kinda private and we didn’t want to answer. That’s when Melody asked if we wanted to play Truth or Dare.”
“Melody is one of the twins, and Melanie is the other,” Sam clarified. “We finally agreed to do that, and I picked a dare first, cuz I didn’t want to answer their questions. I was shocked when she dared me to show them my dick.”
“Did you do it?” Noah gasped in shock.
“Yeah, I kind of had to, so when Melanie picked a dare, I dared her to show us her pussy,” Sam reasoned.
“You wanted her to show you a cat?” Noah countered, looking confused.
“No, I wanted to see the part of her body where her dick would be if she was a boy,” Sam answered. “I learned that name for it from somethin’ President Trump said.”
“Oh, my mom said it’s a ‘gina,” Noah mumbled.
“Yeah, whatever,” Sam said rolling his eyes.
“And you thought answering their questions would have been worse than showing them your penis?” Noah followed.
“We thought so at first, but we ended up showin’ them our dicks instead of just talkin’ about things like that,” Gus added. “We let them play with them too, and after they showed us their pussies they let us play with their titties for a while. We wanted to do more, but we had to stop cuz their mom was gonna be home soon.”
“Yeah, I wanted to play with their pussies too,” Sam groaned, “but they said we could do that next time.”
“So that’s why you don’t want to come here?” Noah pressed.
“Yeah, wouldn’t you?” Sam countered.
“I don’t know, but can’t you do that on Saturday instead?” Noah was obviously trying to find a way they could do both.
“No, their grandma stays with them on Saturday, so we aren’t able to do it then” Gus answered.
“But she’s not there on Sunday?” Noah wanted to know.
“No, she spends most of Sunday in church,” Gus replied. “She tried makin’ them go with her before, but I guess they did stuff that embarrassed her while they were there so she doesn’t want to take them any more. When that happened, they talked their mom into lettin’ them stay by themselves and promised to watch Max. Their mom only agreed to let them do it after the woman across the hall said she’d help out if they had any problems.”
The boys continued to chat, but I moved out of hearing range when the timer went off and I moved over to take the ziti out of the oven. While I was doing that, I called over to the boys and asked them to help carry some things to the table, which included their salads and drinks, while I scooped the ziti onto their plates. We then sat down to eat and I watched as they eagerly filled their bellies.
Once we finished our meal, I had the boys rinse off their dishes and place them in the dishwasher while I put the leftovers away. There wasn’t much, but there was no sense in wasting any of it, and then I had them all get in the car so I could take them home.
“So you don’t mind if we don’t come next week?” Sam asked once we were on the road.
“No, not at all. This has always been your choice, so you’ll just have to let us know when you want to start coming again.”
“K, we will,” Sam agreed, so it seemed as if their problem was solved.
After I dropped them off at the apartment building and was driving home, Noah asked a question. “Did you hear what they was telling me?”
“Yes, I heard most of it.”
“Can you believe they did that stuff with those girls?” He looked shocked and disgusted by what they’d told him.
“Noah, is it really any different than what you do with me or Jason? It’s just that they seem to prefer doing those things with girls, while you like to do them with guys.”
Noah seemed to think about this for a few seconds before he responded. “I guess, but I would never do that stuff with a girl.”
“Maybe not, but most boys would rather do the things Gus and Sam are doing, rather than the things you do.”
“Maybe, but I like doing that stuff with you and Jason.”
“Yes, and speaking of Jason, why don’t you give him a call and tell him we’re on our way to pick him up.”
I handed him my phone, but he balked. “I don’t have his phone number with me, and we don’t have the soccer ball either.”
“Hmmm, that wasn’t very good planning. Ok, we’ll go home first and you can call him from there. I’ll grab the soccer ball while you make sure he’s ready for us to come get him, and later tonight I’ll program Jason’s number into my phone.”
“K.”
Once those things were taken care of, we went over to pick up Jason. His dad came out with him when we pulled into the driveway and they walked over to the car. “Thanks for doing this for him. I think it will be good for both of the boys. I’m sure Noah will help Jason improve, just like Jason has helped him.”
“You’re right, and I’m glad you’re letting him join us. This is very important to Noah, and Jason can probably challenge him better than I’m able to do.”
The coach merely chuckled, and then we said goodbye before I backed the car into the street. After I drove to the high school, I let the boys workout against one another as we get underway.
“Will you play goalie for us?” Jason asked after they’d been at it for about twenty minutes.
“Sure, I can do that?”
“Good, we’ll play one-on-one against each other and see if we can get off a shot,” he explained.
“And then we’ll take penalty kicks after that,” Noah added.
“Yeah, cuz I want Noah to teach me how he does that,” Jason chimed in.
We did those things for another half hour, and then they came up with something else they wanted to try next. “We’re gonna take turns making crossing passes and corner kicks to each other so we can see if we can head or kick the ball into the goal as soon as it gets to us,” Noah clarified.
“Yeah, we want to see if we can do it without the ball hitting the ground first,” Jason added.
They did that and made their kicks from both sides of the field, while taking turns being the passer and the one receiving the ball. When they finally tired of doing that, I suggested it was time to call it quits for the day.
“Can we go to your house and shower?” Jason asked as we were heading to the car.
“Seeing you didn’t bring a change of clothes it wouldn’t make much sense,” I answered.
“Oh, yeah. Can I do this with you next Sunday too?”
“I don’t have a problem with it, as long as your parents say it’s ok.”
“Good, then I’ll bring my other clothes with me next time. Maybe we can do some other stuff after we shower too.”
I knew exactly what he meant without asking him to clarify, and that comment brought a big smile and positive reaction from Noah as well. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
After I drove Jason home and dropped him off, Noah and I headed back to the house. Cheryl was there when we arrived, seeing we were running a little later than usual today, and she’d already started dinner. Noah agreed to skip our run tonight, seeing he’d done more running around at the high school this time, so we just showered and changed before going over to eat with his mom.
The rest of the evening passed quietly, because we merely relaxed as we watched TV together. It had been another long and tiring week.
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