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The following week was kind of a let down after the previous one. Cheryl and I had returned to work, Noah was back in school, and basketball practices had resumed. However, Noah didn’t have a game until the second week of January, and things continued to go quite smoothly until then. Cheryl and I both went to the game to cheer him on and see how he played, but he didn’t get a great deal of time on the court. He played for a few minutes in each half and his team won, so he still looked pretty chipper when he smiled and waved at us before heading off to the locker room to shower and change. After he took off, Cheryl headed home to start dinner, and I made my way down to chat with Coach Rich while I waited for Noah. What started out as a congratulatory chat quickly proved to be very enlightening.
“Great game, Coach.”
“Thanks, and I’m glad you’re here. I haven’t had a chance to thank you for inviting Jason to your house on New Year’s Eve, so I’ll do that now. He obviously had a great time, because it’s all he’s talked about after he returned home, and his being with you allowed my wife and me to go out for the evening. It was really nice not having to leave the festivities early to rush home and relieve the sitter.”
“Oh, you’re entirely welcome, and inviting Jason was Noah’s idea. He wanted to have him there this year, along with his other friends.”
“Well, I’m glad he did, and Jason seemed to like the other boys too. His friendship with Noah has been really good for him, but it’s also led to some other recent developments. When we returned to school after the break, Jason was promoted from his fifth grade class and is now in sixth grade.”
“Really? What brought that about?”
“Jason has always been very bright and a straight A student, and he started bugging his mother and me about skipping a grade beginning in late September. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he was insistent, so I asked the school psychologist to test him and see if he was academically and emotionally prepared to make such a move. He ran Jason through a series of tests after Thanksgiving, and once he evaluated the results he assured us that Jason was more than ready to make the move. As soon as we heard that, my wife and I relented and signed off on letting him be moved up a grade.”
“Was he having trouble with the other kids in his class? Is that why he wanted to do this?”
“Oh, no. It was nothing like that. Jason just wanted to make the move so he’d be in seventh grade next year. That way he’d be able to play soccer, basketball, and baseball on the same team as Noah.”
“So he’s just doing this so he and Noah can play on the same teams together?”
“Basically, and he knows it isn’t going to be easy because he’ll have a lot of catching up to do, but he says he’s willing to work hard to make it happen. He understands that he won’t be as physically mature as most of the other boys on the team either, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s fairly confident that he’ll be able to compete with them, and the only thing that seems to matter is that he can be on the same teams as Noah.”
“I hope it works out for him then. I’d hate to see him end up doing poorly just because he tried to rush things.”
“Oh, I doubt that will happen. He’s not only very bright, but I’ve let him compete against the older boys on my teams at various times, and Jason has always been able to hold his own. He even came to the open gym over Christmas vacation and played in pick-up games with the boys on my team who showed up. He did fairly well and never appeared intimidated, so I’m not worried about him as far as sports are concerned. In fact, I’m actually excited about coaching the two of them together in the fall. That could turn out to be one hell of a dynamic duo.”
“Do you know what position Jason might play on the team?”
“I’ll definitely put him at striker. He has good ball skills, very similar to Noah’s, and he’s aggressive and will attack the goal.”
“Then I look forward to watching them play together.”
I didn’t tell Noah about any of this, but that weekend Jason stayed with us again and filled everybody in during the meal. “Uh, I haven’t told Noah about this yet, cuz I wanted to tell you all together. I got moved up to sixth grade when school started again after Christmas.”
His announcement caused Cheryl and Noah to stop eating in mid-chew. “Huh?” Noah mumbled. “How did you do that?”
“I asked my parents if I could skip a grade, and they had me tested to see if it was possible.”
“Why did you want to do that?” Cheryl followed.
“I did it so me and Noah can play on the same teams next year. Now I’ll be in seventh grade when school starts again in the fall, and like Noah did this year, I’ll be able to play with the eighth graders on the modified teams. I couldn’t do it if I was only in sixth grade.”
“So you did this just so we could play together?” Noah asked amazed.
“Yep,” Jason answered with a big, toothy grin.
“Dang, next year is gonna be great!” Noah squealed with joy.
Once the boys finished eating, they followed me over to my side of the house and Jason admitted that he also wanted to skip the grade so we could continue doing sexual things together as well. He said that from now on he and Noah would be playing on the same teams almost every year until they graduate from high school, so we’d be able to continue doing these things the entire time. I was impressed that someone his age was able to plan that far ahead.
Jason and Noah spent the rest of the night playing air hockey and Xbox, and every so often they would challenge me on one or the other. It was fun and we all had a great time, and we did that until it was time to go to bed.
After we finished our nightly preparations, the boys asked if I’d suck them off before they did the same thing to me. I agreed, and once I had done it to each of them, they got ready to return the favor. This time Jason took turns alternating between sucking on my penis and using his hand. I was a little concerned about him taking me orally at first, but he seemed to be doing well so I let him continue. Once we’d all busted a nut, we cuddled together and drifted off to sleep.
Noah’s team had a total of seven games scheduled in January, with three more in February, and I was eager to see if he was continuing to improve. After spending a fairly brief time on the court in the first game, he got a little more playing time in the second and third games and did very well. Coach Rich made him a starter in the fourth game, and he remained a starter for the rest of the season. His last game was on Valentine’s Day, and the team won a close contest to end the season with a 10-4 record. After the game, Cheryl headed home, and I went down to chat with Coach Rich while I waited for Noah.
“Another great game and season,” I said as I shook Coach Rich’s hand. “I’m very glad that Noah had a chance to play for you.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet. I’ve been told he’s going to try out for the baseball team too.”
“Yes, I just hope he makes it.”
“Jason says he’s going to work with Noah and teach him how to play second base. That’s because Jason’s a shortstop and he thinks they will make a terrific double-play combination next year.”
“Damn, you’re son seems to have everything figured out.”
“He certainly tries, and most of the time he’s successful, so I don’t argue when he tells me these things.”
“Good point and I’m eager to see how Noah does in baseball now.”
When Noah came out to join me after his shower, he was bubbly and in a great mood. I assumed it was because they’d just won the game and ended the season on a high note, so I congratulated him and told him he’d played well. Once we got to the house, I told Noah to go ahead and I’d be over in a second, because I had something else to do first. He didn’t argue and went on alone.
Once he had disappeared, I retrieved the presents I’d purchased for Cheryl and Noah for Valentine’s Day, and then I took them next door so I could give those things to them before we ate.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I said as I handed Noah a card, a heart-shaped box of candy, and another small package that contained a new baseball. Then, I handed Cheryl a card and a potted violet.
“Thanks,” Noah squealed before racing off. When he returned he was carrying two even larger heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and two envelopes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom and Uncle Brian!” he shouted as he handed them to us. “I love you both,” he added before giving each of us a hug and a kiss.
“Thanks, honey,” his mom said as she kissed him back.
“Yes, thanks, sport,” I agreed, “but you’re probably going to have to help me with this. I don’t really need all of these calories.”
“Ok, cuz I’ll burn them off,” he agreed.
I thought Cheryl had gone to take care of her plant, possibly even water it, but when she returned she had something for us as well. She gave Noah a card and a small package, and then she handed me two similar items. Noah quickly opened the card and looked at it, and then he tore open the package to find a new pair of running shoes.
“Thanks, Mom. These are great.”
“I’m glad you like them. I noticed your other pair was beginning to look a little ratty and worn out, so I figured you could use these.”
“Yeah, I can.”
When I opened my package, I found a very nice pair of slippers.
“Thanks, Cheryl.”
“They’re for whenever Noah lets you have a chance to relax,” she stated with a smirk, and then we sat down to eat.
Cheryl had prepared a very lovely meal, and as soon as we finished eating, I scooted next door while they were cleaning off the table. I had one more surprise and returned carrying a heart-shaped cake. “Sweets for the sweet,” I said as I set it on the table.
We waited an hour before we sliced the cake and each had a piece, and in the meantime we talked about what things were on the agenda for us next. It seemed that nothing was scheduled until baseball tryouts began, which wouldn’t happen until the second full week of March, and during that same week we would also be celebrating Noah’s thirteenth birthday. Since both of these events were rapidly approaching, I took Noah to the sporting goods store so he could use the gift certificate I’d given him for Christmas to pick out an aluminum bat. I also bought him a Wiffle ball bat that he could use with the pitching machine.
Even though it was still quite chilly outside, there was no snow on the ground, so the next time Jason stayed over he and Noah went outside to work on baseball. They played catch first, and then Jason hit some grounders and pop-ups to Noah, and finally they got out the pitching machine and took turns batting. Jason was giving Noah pointers the entire time, little gems he’d picked up from his father and the various Little League coaches he’d played for, seeing Noah had never actually participated before.
Noah stayed with Jason the following Friday, and while he was gone I had a little chat with Cheryl. “You know Noah’s birthday is coming up soon, so have you made any plans?”
“His birthday is on a Friday this year, so I thought we could have a party for him after he got home that night.”
I looked at the calendar quickly. “That will work out well, because Jason will be staying here that weekend. Are you going to invite anyone else?”
“I was thinking about asking Gus, Sam, and Glen, but I don’t want Debbie and Monica to feel like I was only including them so they’d have to buy Noah a present.”
“You could tell them that gifts aren’t required, and I could pick the boys up after work and drop them off here before I pick up Noah and Jason at the school.”
“Yes, I suppose that would work, and he’d be able to celebrate with his friends.”
“Since Jason is going to be staying here too, we could make it a sleepover party. The only thing I was thinking was that if Noah makes the baseball team he might have practice on Saturday.”
“That’s true, but Coach Rich didn’t start Saturday soccer or basketball practices until 10:00, so that should give you plenty of time to feed them first, before practice starts.”
“Good point, and then I’ll drop Noah and Jason off at the school first, before I take the other three home. After I let them off I’ll return to the school to watch Noah’s practice. I’ll mention this to Coach Rich and arrange to pick up Jason’s sleeping bag before that weekend so he and Noah won’t discover what I’m up to.”
“It sounds good, so let’s do that.”
“Ok, and have you thought about what you’re going to get Noah for his birthday?”
“Yes, since he got things to play with for Christmas, and you got him all the baseball stuff, I thought I’d just give him a bunch of shorts and shirts he can wear this summer. I don’t want him wearing the same things he wears to school while he’s out playing, so I’ll buy him several outfits that he can roughhouse in. And since he’s grown quite a bit since last year, I’ll buy him a new swimsuit too, seeing I’m sure you’ll be taking the boys to the state park again.”
“Yes, we’ll definitely be going there again, so that should work out fine.”
“Have you decided on what you’re going to get him?”
“Yes, I’m going to add another line to my mobile account and give him a phone. That way he’ll be able to get a hold of us or we can contact him over the summer.”
“That’s a great idea and you can program our numbers into the phone for him so he won’t have an excuse for why he didn’t contact us.”
“Yes, that’s something I already planned to do.”
Now that those issues had been cleared up, we both felt a little better that Noah would be happy with both the party and what we’re going to give him.
When Noah returned home on Saturday, I went out to inform Coach Rich about our plans. After I went inside after doing this, Noah told me that Coach Rich had taken Jason and him to an indoor batting cage the previous evening after dinner so they could practice hitting. And then this morning before he brought him home, Coach Rich took the boys to a local baseball diamond so they could work on fielding. On the ride here after they finished, he said Coach Rich had assured him that he shouldn’t have any trouble making the team.
Noah was feeling pretty good about himself as we entered the month of March, and I noticed he’d been practicing alone with the batting machine nearly every night after he arrived home from school. He’d been doing it ever since basketball season ended, and like Coach Rich had pointed out previously, Noah was obviously willing to work for what he wanted.
When I picked Noah up at school after the first day of tryouts, he got in the car and filled me in about how it went. “There were more than thirty boys that signed up for the team,” he groaned. “I know the coach told me I shouldn’t have any trouble making the team, but the other guys all played Little League and I didn’t.”
“Why not? You could have signed up since it wouldn’t cost anything and all you would have needed was a glove.”
“Yeah, but Mom was working every day, including Saturday. She was also cleaning houses at night and on Sunday, so I didn’t have a way to get to practices and games. None of the games or practices happened at the park near where we lived, cuz nobody wanted to be there cuz of the people that started showing up before it got dark.”
“I see, but don’t worry about that now and just do the best you can. Jason and his dad have been working with you, and you’re a natural athlete, so you have as good a chance as anyone else to make the team.”
“I hope so, cuz Jason really wants me to do this, and I want to play too. I had a blast playing soccer and basketball, and this should be a lot of fun too. It will also give me and Jason a reason to hangout with each other.”
“I’m sure you could still hang out with Jason either way.”
“Yeah, I know, but if I’m on the team then we’ll be together every day after school.”
“Yes, that’s true, but we’ll work something out, even if it’s just on the weekend.”
The tryouts lasted the entire week, and then on Friday Coach Rich announced who’d made the team and should show up for practice on Saturday. Noah had warned me in advance that this was going to happen, so I waited in hopeful anticipation for him and Jason to come out and join me in the car. It just happened to work out that it was Jason’s turn to stay with us again.
I watched the school for the boys to emerge and was relieved when I saw they were both laughing and joking as they made their way over to join me. “I made the team,” Noah announced as soon as he opened the door.
“Yeah, he did really good,” Jason confirmed. “Dad says he’s gonna use him at second base and he might even be the leadoff batter, cuz he’s been getting on base a lot in practice and he’s really fast.”
“Your dad told me it was your idea to have Noah play second base,” I countered.
“Yeah, cuz I play shortstop and that way we can play next to each other next year. We’re gonna turn lots of double plays.”
He certainly didn’t lack for confidence, but that was good, because it rubbed off on Noah too. I could actually see it was true, because Noah was beaming broadly about making the team.
As soon as we got to the house and walked through the door, Gus, Sam, and Glen jumped out from their hiding places and shouted “Happy Birthday, Noah!”
“Hey, I didn’t know it was his birthday,” Jason complained to me when that happened.
“Don’t worry. It’s all been taken care of. I worked it out with your dad, but we didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to accidentally mention it to Noah. Your dad gave me a present for you to give Noah, along with your sleeping bag, because it’s a sleepover party.”
“So we won’t be sleeping with you?”
“Not this time, champ, but we’ll all be sleeping together in the living room, just like we did on New Year’s Eve.”
“Oh, ok.”
I then led the boys next door because we were going to have a pizza party with Cheryl first. Besides the pizza, Cheryl had made a potato and a Watergate salad. The Watergate salad is made using crushed pineapple, pistachio flavored pudding, miniature marshmallows, chopped pecans, and Cool Whip. Once we finished eating, we let the boys go over to my side so they could play air hockey and Xbox for a while before we had the cake and ice cream.
Jason, however, stayed behind to ask me a question. “So where’s my present for Noah?”
“It’s on the counter, along with the rest of the presents. Just so you know which one it is, this is the present your father gave me.” I then pointed to it so he’d know when it was handed to Noah, and then I explained what it was.
“Oh, that sounds cool. I wouldn’t mind havin’ somethin’ like that too.”
“Then I guess your father did a good job picking it out.”
When we called the boys back later, Cheryl lit the candles on the cake and we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Noah. Once we finished, she cut the cake and passed it out while I scooped out the Neapolitan ice cream Cheryl had bought for this purpose.
When the boys finished eating their cake and ice cream, we tossed away the paper dishes before I began passing the presents to Noah to open.
“That’s from us,” Glen squealed as I handed Noah the first package.
“He means it’s from Sam and both of us, cuz our Moms bought it together,” Gus explained in greater detail.
Noah ripped off the wrapping paper and discovered a new game for four players that was called Smash Up. Inside were eight decks of cards representing various groups: pirates, wizards, aliens, zombies, dinosaurs, Ninjas, robots, and tricksters. Each player was to select two decks that they would combine into one, and then they’d use what was written on the cards to smash up the most bases. The players would score points each time they were successful, and they thought it sounded like fun. I was intrigued to see how this would all work out when they played it.
Cheryl then handed Noah the next present. “That one’s from me,” Jason stated gleefully.
“I didn’t see you have it when you got in the car earlier,” Noah countered bewildered.
“That’s cuz my dad gave it to Uncle Brian so you wouldn’t see it.”
Noah rolled his eyes before unwrapping it and discovered a ‘do-it-yourself’ book entitled, Backyard Ballistics. The cover said it would show him how to build potato cannons, paper match rockets, tennis ball mortars, cinnamon kites, and other devices. As soon as Noah read that, he looked up at me and spoke.
“Uncle Brian, will you help me make some of this stuff?”
“Sure, as long as you promise not to blow up the house.”
He giggled. “Ok, cuz I don’t want that to happen.”
Cheryl handed him a box next, but it wasn’t wrapped. “I found this sitting outside our door when I arrived home from work, and it’s addressed to you. Even though it’s not gift wrapped like the others, I think it’s another birthday present for you.”
“Who’s it from?” Noah demanded.
“It looks as if your grandparents sent it.”
Noah’s face lit up and he glanced over at me before he opened it. Inside he discovered a Razor A5 Lux Kick Scooter.
“Whoa, that’s a really nice one,” Jason said when he saw it. “I’ve got a kick scooter too, but not as nice as that one.”
“Yeah, it’s really great, and my grandma and grandpa gave me the Xbox for Christmas too.”
“Dang, they sure spend a lot of money on your presents,” Sam gasped, astonished.
“Yeah, they really like me,” Noah whispered, and then he grinned.
Cheryl gave him her presents next and Noah checked out each of the shorts and shirts she’d given him, and then he opened the package with his new swimsuit.
“Does this mean we’ll all be going swimmin’ at the state park again?” Sam wanted to know.
“Yes, it will open on Memorial Day and we can start going then. We’ll just have to decide if we want to do it on Saturday or Sunday this year.”
“Can I go with you guys too?” Jason asked looking hopeful.
“Sure, as long as it’s ok with your parents. I pick the boys up in the morning and bring them here to do something else first, and then we change into our swimsuits and head to the state park. Afterward, we come back here and change again before I take them out for a late lunch. After that, I drive them home.”
“It sounds like fun, so I want to do it with you. I’ll ask my mom and dad when I get home and let you know what they say.”
Since it was the only one left, I gave Noah my present next. His mouth dropped open when he saw the phone, and then he did something that I hadn’t expected, but was really cute. He closed both of his hands so all of his fingers and thumbs were touching, and then he placed one hand at either temple. He then opened his hands very quickly and pulled them away from his head, as his way of showing me that I’d just blown his mind.
“I can’t believe you got this for me,” he squealed in delight after doing that.
“It’s so you’ll be able to get a hold of your mom or me if you need anything this summer, since you’ll be out of school and we’ll be at work. I’ve programmed the numbers in it already, so it’s all set to go.”
“Thanks. This is great.”
“What do you do all summer if they’re both working?” Jason followed.
“I usually play at the park near where I used to live. It’s close to where Mom and Uncle Brian work, and he walks over to the park so he can have lunch with me. Gus, Sam, and Glen live near there too, so they come over and we do other stuff together.”
“You can come spend time with me at my house sometimes, if you want,” Jason offered.
“K, maybe I can switch back and forth, but you gotta ask your parents if it’s alright first.”
“Yeah, I will.”
The boys wanted to try playing Smash Up next, so we carried the game over to my side so Cheryl could get ready to go to work in the morning and get some rest. I told her that I’d try to keep the boys quiet so they wouldn’t keep her up.
Since only four of the boys could play, it presented a slight problem. At first I planned on keeping the odd boy occupied, but the others needed me to read the directions and explain things, as well as to help decide who won. This meant one person would be left out completely, but Glen settled that problem for us.
“Can I play Xbox while you guys are doing that?”
“Sure. Let me get you started on it, and then I’ll come back to help these guys,” I agreed.
The boys seemed to have a good time playing the game, although it took them a while before they caught on to the strategy. This made it a little awkward at first, but I knew they’d get better at it over time. After the game ended, they wanted to challenge each other on air hockey and Xbox next, and by that time Glen was ready to quit what he was doing.
“I’ll just sit here with you and watch them,” he stated as he crawled onto my lap as I sat on the chair. I chose to sit on the chair this time because the boys were using the sofa while playing Xbox.
“Ok, that’s fine with me,” I agreed as I wrapped my arms around his chest.
He stayed with me until I decided they should turn in. “Ok, it’s time for you boys to get some sleep, because Noah has to go to his baseball practice in the morning.”
“You’re playing baseball too?” Gus asked amazed.
“Yeah, and I played basketball too.”
“Wow, you’re doin’ all kinds of new things now,” Sam followed. I thought I detected a hint of jealousy in his comment.
“Yeah, Jason’s dad coaches all three teams, and Uncle Brian picks me up after practice and comes to watch my games.
“You’re really lucky,” Glen quipped.
“Yeah, I am,” Noah agreed.
I then had the boys get ready for bed, which meant they brushed their teeth and used the toilet first. After that, I let them sleep in their underwear, since it wasn’t as cold as it had been on New Year’s Eve. Once they were all tucked into their sleeping bags, I got comfortable on the sofa, but I didn’t drift off until I was certain they were all asleep. As soon as that happened, I closed my eyes and fell asleep too.
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