Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2009 14:03:11 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening 19 - 20

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 19 -- Our Last Day in Washington, D.C.

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

That morning, we started off at the National Zoo. The boys were like the
metal balls in a pinball machine while they were there, running from one
area to the next, checking out all of the animals on display.  About
halfway through our visit there, Jay ended up tackling a metal trash
barrel, without intending to.  I was worried he might have injured himself,
but he was too mortified to worry about anything as trivial as being hurt.

Not only did my boys get a few restrained chuckles out of this incident,
but a few passers by were howling because of it too, which only helped to
compound Jay's discomfort.  He was extremely embarrassed by his clumsiness
and it took me nearly twenty minutes to calm him down enough so he could
get over what had happened.  Seeing his friend's discomfort, Ricky also
tried to help me convince Jay that any of them could have done the same
thing, but Jay was well aware that he was a bigger klutz than the rest of
us.  After Jay and I talked a little longer, he started to loosen up a bit
and enjoy himself once more, but he made sure he moved more slowly from
that point forward, to reduce the risk of another accident.

The rest of the visit was pretty routine; with the boys checking out all of
the animals on display, but there was one other comical moment.  It
happened while we were checking out the orangutans.  One of the juvenile
males began sporting an erection and nonchalantly began to stroke himself.

"Hey, look," Ricky called out.  "There's Danny doing his thing again."  The
boys all turned in the direction Ricky was pointing, quickly discovering
what he was referring to.  Brandon and Jay began to snicker, while Danny
turned a bit red.

"I'm a little bigger than that," Danny announced, but only loud enough for
us to hear him.  "That looks more like Ricky's size," he added, trying to
deflect the attention back toward the one who started it.

"Nah, I've got blond hair and the monkey's is almost red," Ricky shot back,
before making another observation.  "But Jay has red hair and skin that
covers his dick when it isn't hard, the same as the orangutan."  Now, Jay
began to blush as the attention shifted to him.

"Okay, it's time to end this discussion," I announced, trying to save Jay
from further embarrassment.  After what he'd already been through on this
trip, I thought this might only bruise his psyche more.  Fortunately, the
boys let the conversation drop and we moved on to see what else there was
to discover.

We spent the morning touring the zoo and then decided it was time to eat.
The boys selected a fast-food spot for lunch, over my mild protests, but I
eventually decided to let them have their way.  After eating, we moved on
to our next stop, Arlington National Cemetery.  I made sure my foursome got
to see President Kennedy's resting place, with the eternal flame, an area
that holds special significance for me.  I think everyone from my
generation can remember where he was and what he was doing the day JFK was
assassinated, so there is this emotional connection that is hard to explain
to anyone who had not experienced a similar occurrence.  I guess the
Challenger Space Shuttle disaster might come close, but it still isn't
quite the same.  After telling the boys some of the things I remembered
about Kennedy and that shocking day in November of 1963, I took them over
to see The Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers.

The Tomb of the Unknowns, as it is also known, is a symbolic memorial to
all those who have died in war and whose remains where unidentifiable.  The
Tomb was established through a Congressional Resolution, in 1921, and it
was constructed to honor the remains of an unknown and unidentified
American soldier from World War I.  You might have seen ceremonies
conducted there on Memorial Day, when the President typically places a
wreath at the Tomb.  The Tomb contains the remains of American soldiers
from World Wars I and II, the Korean Conflict, and until just a few weeks
before we got there, a soldier from the Vietnam War.  His body was
identified through the use of DNA testing and his remains were returned to
his family, to be buried where they wished.  Each soldier was presented
with the Medal of Honor posthumously, at the time of the internment, and
the inscription on the memorial reads, 'Here Rests In Honored Glory An
American Soldier Known But To God.'

"I guess they won't be adding any more now, will they, Dad?" Danny asked.

"Not because there won't be more wars," I responded, sadly, "but because of
advances in science.  I think the remains already interred here will be all
that will occupy this spot."  The boys nodded and I looked at them,
wondering if any of them would ever be called to serve and, God forbid,
lose their lives in defense of our country."

After we left there, I made it a point to go the Arlington House, so they
would be better able to appreciate the history of the cemetery.  Arlington
House had been the family home of Robert E. Lee's wife.  She was the
granddaughter of George and Martha Washington, and Robert E. Lee was the
General who led the Confederate Army during the Civil War.  It was his
masterful leadership that nearly allowed the South to win the war and
prolonged the length of the conflict.

"It was during the latter stages of the war that bureaucrats from the
federal government confiscated the land surrounding the house," I informed
them, "so it could be used as a burial place for the large number of
soldiers killed during the various battles."

"I can see why they would need the land for a cemetery," Jay began, "but
wasn't it kind of mean to take their farm?  I mean... she was George
Washington's granddaughter."

"Yes, I suppose it was," I agreed, "but Lee's detractors in the government
sought to punish him for turning down command of the federal army and
taking up arms against the union.  They understood how much this place
meant to Lee, seeing he had resided at Arlington for thirty years, so they
knew it would be painful for him and his family to stand by and watch their
beloved homestead undergo a transformation into a national graveyard."

"Yeah, I guess he wouldn't want to come back here and live in the middle of
a cemetery after the war was over," Brandon agreed.

"Yes, it made his old farmstead virtually uninhabitable," I concurred, "but
it would be hard for me to envision what it would be like if we didn't have
a national cemetery like this where you could come to honor veterans,
presidents and others who had done so much for their beloved country."

Once all of that had been digested, we hurried back to the Washington
Monument, so we could go to the top and take in the view.  I didn't want to
take the chance that it would close before we got there again, and I was
glad we made the effort.  First of all, I got a kick out of watching the
boys as we rode up in the elevator.  They were as jittery as a bride on her
wedding night, anticipating the treat that awaited them at the top.
However, most of all, I enjoyed seeing their faces light up, when they
looked out over the city.  The boys were totally blown away when they
beheld the breathtaking view and made it a point to look out the windows on
all four sides.

"Hey, there's the White House," Jay announced, looking out the opening
facing north.

"Just don't fall out," Ricky teased, immediately drawing a glare from Jay
in return.

"And there's the Capitol," Brandon announced, having already moved to the
opening facing east.

"And all the museums we went to," Danny added.

"There's the Jefferson Memorial," Ricky pointed out, after racing to the
south side of the monument.

"And over here is the Lincoln Memorial," Jay announced, excitedly, looking
west.

"And the Reflecting Pool," Brandon added, after joining Jay.

"And there's Arlington," Danny noted, indicating the area we had left
earlier.

"And there are our next two stops," I pointed out, indicating the Korean
and Vietnam Veterans Memorials.

After spending another twenty or thirty minutes enjoying the view, we made
our way back down and went to check out the two Veterans Memorials.  We
didn't stay there long, as the boys quickly got bored, since they didn't
know anyone who had lost his life in either conflict.

Sensing their restlessness, I decided it was time to move on and took them
to check out the Supreme Court Building.  Once there, we toured the
Courtroom, the Upper Great Hall, the East Conference Room and a courtyard.
We also found out about the various inscriptions, carvings and ornaments
that adorn the exterior of the building, as well as information about the
people who designed and built the building.

"Wow, I didn't know there was no Supreme Court until 1935," Brandon
announced, but was soon joined by the others, as they admitted they hadn't
known it either.

"Yes, in 1929, Chief Justice William Howard Taft, who had also been
President from 1909 -- 1913, persuaded Congress to create a permanent home
for the court, and this building was completed six years later," I told
them.

"But why did they wait so long to make a building for the Court?" Jay
wanted to know.  "Wasn't there a Supreme Court before that?"

"Yes, there was Jay," I told him, "but it met at various locations,
including once being housed at the Capitol.  I see you don't remember
that."

"I kinda do," he answered, "but I thought they only meant for a little
while, until everything in Washington was built."

"That was sort of the case," I confirmed, "but they had no plans to build a
special, separate building for the Court.  It was thought they could just
utilize space in the other buildings, but that eventually became
impractical."  This seemed sufficient to answer the question for the boys,
so we moved on.

Even though it was still fairly early by the time we finished our tour, the
boys informed me they were getting hungry again.  At Jay's insistence, we
decided to go to a Chinese buffet this time.

Once there, the boys pigged out, eating anything that didn't move, and the
owner of the restaurant seemed to be getting a little annoyed by their
seemingly insatiable appetites.  He watched them intently, following their
every move when they went back for seconds, and I suspect he thought they
couldn't possibly eat all the food they were taking from the buffet.  After
watching them devour what was in front of them, he seemed totally blown
away by how much these slender young men could pack away.  After hitting
the dessert bar, to finish off our meal, we left, much to the relief of the
management.  I was wondering if he would turn us away, if we came back
again in a day or two, but seeing we weren't going to be around that much
longer, I put the thought out of my mind.  Shortly after that, we returned
to our motel room, to spend our final night in the Washington D.C. area.

I had Brandon and Jay call home again, and got a great deal of satisfaction
from listening to them recount their most recent adventures to their
parents.  I could hope for no greater reward than to hear the excitement in
their voices and watch the glow on their faces, as they told about all the
wonderful things they had discovered.  Selfishly, I wished Danny and Ricky
could have had the same opportunity to tell someone like that, but they
would have to be content just sharing these moments with me.  It would
never be quite the same for my pair, as it was for Jay and Brandon, because
I witnessed everything they had, so they didn't need to explain the wonders
of the various things they saw.  I must admit, however, that I appreciated
being with them and seeing their reactions first hand.

Once the phone conversations ended, the various pairs headed into the
showers.  This evening, the dynamic duo, Jay and Ricky, just decided to
just give each other a quick hand job.  They were both tired and didn't
have the strength to do much more.  When they emerged from the bathroom,
they immediately went over and jumped into bed.  They were both sound
asleep before the other two had finished cleaning up.

Salt and Pepper went next.  That's how we have been referring to Danny and
Brandon, because of their contrasting appearance.  They seemed to acquire
those nicknames at the restaurant the previous evening, after Ricky made an
observation.

"Hey, look at Danny and Brandon," he exclaimed.  "Their hair reminds me of
the salt and pepper shakers on the table."  We all studied them closely,
noticing Brandon's blond, almost white, hair juxtaposed against Danny's
dark brown crop and agreed with Ricky's observation.  After that, Jay and
Ricky jokingly started referring to them Salt and Pepper.

As they entered the shower tonight, Brandon took the lead.  "Danny, what
would you think of giving each other a blowjob tonight?" he asked.

"Is that what YOU want to do?" Danny asked in reply.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind," Brandon admitted.

"No, I don't mind at all," Danny responded.  "That would be fine with me.
Which one of us do you want to go first?"

Brandon thought for a minute.  "Would you mind doing me first?" he asked,
wondering if he was asking too much of Danny.

"Nah," Danny told him, "it doesn't make any difference to me."  Hearing
Danny say that relieved Brandon of his concerns.  Now, he waited with great
anticipation, as Danny bent down and grasped his limp dick.

Danny affectionately kissed the exposed tip and Brandon's prick began to
stiffen.  Danny stuck his tongue into the sensitive inverted 'v' on the
underside of the pole, causing pleasurable feelings to course through
Brandon's slender frame.  Danny followed this up by attacking the tiny slit
at the tip, which was beginning to open and close with the pulsing of
Brandon's heart, as he eagerly waited for what was to come.  It didn't take
long before Brandon began to whimper, as the sensations began to cause an
overload in his neural system.

"Oh, yeah, Danny.  That's hot.  Oh, lick my cock all over.  Wash my hard-on
with your tongue.  Mmmm, oh, yes, that's good.  Ahhh, ahhhhh, oh yes."

Danny had continued to tongue Brandon's sausage while Brandon urged him on,
but now he slid a little lower and let one of Brandon's testicles slip into
his moist opening.  He sucked on the walnut sized orb and let his oral
muscle roam its nearly hairless covering, sending even more electrical
bolts shooting through Brandon's frame.  After he finished that, Danny
moved his attention back to Brandon's shaft and let his mouth slide over
the purplish head, as he began to suckle on his friend's potential baby
maker.  "Oh, yeah, Danny.  Suck it for me.  Yeah, yeah, that's it.
Unghhhhhhhh."

Danny's head was bobbing faster and faster, while he kept his lips locked
over the smooth surface of Brandon's shaft.  He also allowed his tongue to
play along behind his lips, to stimulate Brandon penis even more.  Brandon
was really squirming now, as the tingling vibrations rippled thru his
torso, and Danny placed his hands on the blonde's hips, to keep him from
falling over.  Danny continued to use his mouth to pump his friend's boy
meat as quickly as he could, and Brandon was nearly ready to release his
well-earned reward.

"Oh, God.  Oh, God.  I'm cumming.  Yes, yes, I'm cuuuuuuuuuming," he
squealed, just before his rifle fired five shots of love-seed into Danny's
throat.  Danny gobbled up his prize, like a starving piglet, and after
sucking the final drops from his buddy's wilting tube, he let the love
muscle fall harmlessly from his lips, so the head was now dangling toward
the floor again.

Satisfied with the job he had done, Danny stood up, since he wanted to see
how his buddy was doing and get his assessment about how he had performed.
As he rose, Danny was afraid to release his hold on Brandon, as he feared
his partner might fall, helplessly, into the tub.  Therefore, they stayed
this way until Brandon came down from his orgasmic high.

"Oh, Danny.  That was just super," Brandon squealed in appreciation, once
he returned to his senses.  "It was so great.  Thank you.  Thank you, so
much."

Danny merely smiled, while appreciating the praise and waiting for his turn
to climax.  After a few more minutes, Brandon had recovered enough to
return the favor, so he eagerly dropped to his knees in front of his
friend.  Danny was already semi-erect as Brandon started, still somewhat
aroused from pleasing his pal.  Mimicking what Danny had done to him,
Brandon's tongue darted out, like a snake trying to smell the air for
danger.  He let his oral muscle reach out and touch the head, before he
began working his tongue like an overly friendly puppy, sending Danny to
new levels of enjoyment.  When Brandon eventually eased his mouth over
Danny's throbbing mast, Danny wasn't far from bursting forth with his own
creamy gift.

"Brandon, oh damn.  I'm... I'm... gonna... shoooooooot," he warned, barely
in time.  "Here... it... it... comes.  Awwww, awwww, Arghmpf."  At that
moment, Danny's milky offering began to fill Brandon's gullet.  Brandon was
somewhat undecided about what to do with it, but swallowed nonetheless, as
it filled his mouth.  He was actually able to swallow quickly enough that
he didn't lose even a fraction of an ounce of his gift.

After releasing Danny's cock from his cum coated lips, he stood next to his
buddy, who was propped against the tiled shower wall.  He smiled
expectantly at Danny, waiting to see his reaction to how he had done.

"That was marvelous, simply marvelous," Danny began, as soon as he was able
to speak, parroting a favorite Billy Crystal line.  "I take it that you've
done that before?"

"A couple of times at scout camp," Brandon admitted.  "I was afraid that if
I did you first, and you knew I'd done it before, that you might change
your mind about doing it to me.  I also thought you might think I was some
kind of slut or something.  Did you really like it?"'  Brandon appeared to
be very insecure about his performance and desperately needed Danny's
confirmation that it had been pleasurable.

"Yes, Brandon.  It was excellent - really great.  I don't think anyone
could have done any better," Danny agreed.  He was doing his best to try to
convince his friend that he had done well, once he recognized Brandon's
compulsive need for reassurance.  "Thanks.  You're the best," Danny added.

The pair exited the shower and returned to the main room, after drying
themselves off.  I happily watched them emerge from their clean up, having
left their towels behind in the bathroom.  They went straight for their bed
and they, too, were soon receiving a visit from the 'Sandman'.

I stayed awake for another half an hour, watching the end of an
investigative news story I had become interested in while they were
cleaning up.  However, once it was over, I slipped into bed beside Ricky
and joined them in the land of oblivion.  The night passed by quickly,
until the ringing of the phone disturbed my slumber and signaled the
dawning of another day.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 20 -- Presidential Estates.

The sixth day of our trip, Friday, we awoke early (5:00 a.m.) and began
with a quick breakfast.  While we were eating, the boys tried to discover
what we were going to do today, so I reached into my pocket and extracted
all the change I had there.  I then handed each of them a coin and
explained the clues to our itinerary could be found on those items.
Immediately, they began studying them, making observations as they went.

"Well, we saw where Lincoln was assassinated and the Lincoln Museum," Jay
said, looking at the penny, "and we saw the Lincoln Memorial, so I don't
see any clues here."

"And we saw all of Washington and the Washington Monument," Brandon said,
while gazing at the quarter, "and I have no idea if the eagle on the back
is supposed to mean anything," he added.

"And I think this is supposed to be Jefferson," Ricky offered, observing
his nickel, "and we've seen the Jefferson Memorial and the Capitol Building
on the back," he added, after flipping the coin over.

"I'm not certain, but I think this is FDR on the dime," Danny commented,
while looking at me, so I nodded that he was correct.  "If I remember right
from history class, Roosevelt was from New York and I don't know of any
monuments to him around here."

"Just keep working on it and you may figure it out," I explained, without
offering to give them any more information.  "Pass the coins around and
take a good look at all of them and maybe you'll come up with something."

The boys did as I suggested and continued to look at the coins, passed them
around and debated with each other about their meaning as they ate.
However, they still hadn't figured out what I was up to by the time we left
the restaurant.  Once we were in the van, we set off for our next
destination, with the boys complaining that I wasn't being fair and needed
to give them more clues.

"Okay, have you boys been reading that Harry Potter book I bought for each
of you?" I asked.  They each nodded their head in response.  "Okay, there's
another clue in there, in one of the character's names."

The boys quickly put their heads together and tried to figure out which
character it was and how his or her name could lead them to figure out
where we were going next.  They still hadn't figured it out, by the time I
pulled up to our next stop.

"What is this place?" Ricky asked, looking at the building in the distance.

"That is Mt. Vernon, home to George and Martha Washington from the time of
their marriage in 1759 and until his death in 1799."

"So my quarter held the clue, huh?" Brandon commented, mildly upset that he
hadn't figured it out.

"But what did that have to do with anyone in Harry Potter?" Jay asked.

"What's Harry's uncle's name?" I responded.  He thought for a minute.

"Uncle Vernon," he replied.

"Yes, UNCLE VERNON and MOUNT VERNON," I offered.

"That was pretty lame," Ricky stated, disgusted, "and not very helpful."
The others quickly agreed with his observation.

"Well, it was the best I could do at the time," I added, in justification.

We got out and I quickly tried to prepare them for this visit.  "Washington
loved this place and continued to expand it throughout his life.  We will
tour the house and some of the dozen or so outbuildings."

"What's an outbuilding?" Jay asked, not understanding.

"It's a structure that is not part of the main building," I informed him.
"Back then, the kitchen would have been located in a separate outbuilding,
so as not to set fire to the house, if anything happened."

"You know, like the outhouse," Danny also added, "where they'd go to take
their dumps."  Suddenly, they all understood what an outbuilding was.

"We're going to see an outside toilet?" Jay followed, confused, so I felt I
needed to show them there were other reasons for such structures.

"No, Jay," I assured him.  "That was just Danny's way of trying to explain
what an outbuilding is.  It was accurate, but limited in its scope.  A barn
or a chicken coop could also be considered an outbuilding, if that helps."
He nodded his head, so I felt I didn't need to explain any further.

Upon first entering the home, you can't help but be impressed by the large
foyer and its graceful walnut staircase, not to mention the walls, which
were covered in a lovely honey-colored pine and made the area almost glow.
"This area served as a main entertainment area too," I advised the boys,
"since it captured the cool summertime breezes, in the days before air
conditioning."

"What's that key in the case on the wall?" Brandon wanted to know.

"That is the key to the Bastille, the French political prison that was
stormed during the French Revolution, which took place a few years after
the American Revolution.  The prison was later torn down and the key was
presented to Washington by the Marquis de Lafayette, who assisted
Washington during the Revolutionary War and then also took part in the
French Revolution."  The boys seemed to be impressed and studied the key
closely.

Once they tired of that activity, we moved on to the room to our right.
This was a small dining room, with green walls.  The boys didn't really
care for the color, so we quickly passed into Washington's study, where he
spent a great deal of time conducting the business of the estate in
private.  The one item in there the boys became interested in, other than
the bust of Washington, was the fan chair.  It was an ordinary Windsor
chair that had a pasteboard fan attached above it, which the 'sitter' could
operate by pumping the wooden treadles with his or her feet.

"That seems like a lot of work," Ricky observed.  "Wouldn't you sweat more
just making that thing work?"

"Maybe," I agreed, "but seeing they didn't have motors to operate such
things, the only other way for it to work would be to have someone else
operate it for you, like a slave."

"But he didn't have a slave, right?" Ricky followed.

"He did, as did most of the early founding fathers," I told him.

"But didn't they say ALL men were created equal," he pressed.

"They did, and that was one point all of them had trouble justifying, with
the high ideals that they saw as the basis for this new country," I told
him.  "Some of them, like Washington and Jefferson, tried to rectify this
later, by freeing their slaves upon their death."

"At least they did something," Brandon added, as we left that room and
moved on.

"This is awfully small for a bedroom," Danny observed, as we moved into the
next room."

"Yes, but that was typical for homes of this period.  The room would be
large enough for a bed and a few other small pieces of furniture and that
was all."

"Where's the closet?" Brandon inquired.

"If they had a place to store their clothing, it would have most likely
been a small wardrobe," I informed them.  "You have to remember, most
people didn't have many clothes, at least not compared to today's
standards."

Crossing the foyer, to the other side, we entered the 'little parlor/music
room,' which contained some chairs and the harpsichord that Washington had
purchased for his step- granddaughter.  From there, we passed into the
elaborately decorated and elegant two- story 'large dining room,' where the
Washingtons loved to entertain family and guests.

The final room on the first-floor was the 'front parlor.'  This was the
room where coffee and tea was generally served after dinner and the family
could come to read or discuss the latest political news.

"How come all these rooms have fireplaces?" Jay asked, innocently.

"In the days before central heating, each room needed its own fireplace," I
informed him.  "A fire would be lit in the room before it was occupied, to
keep its occupants warm and cozy."  Immediately, Jay was chagrined to think
he hadn't figured that out for himself, as it seemed so simple.

The second-floor had three rooms of interest.  The 'Nelly Curtis room,'
which was the room used by Washington's step-granddaughter, and contained
the beautiful mahogany crib, which Nellie used when her oldest child was
born, and a canopy bed.  The next was the master bedroom, which was located
directly above Washington's study on the first- floor.  The unusual aspect
of this room is that the canopy bed is six-feet wide and six- feet, six
inches long, which was needed to accommodate Washington's six-foot, three-
inch height.  The final room was the 'Lafayette Room,' which is the largest
of the guest rooms and the room commonly used by the Marquis de Lafayette
when visiting Mt.  Vernon.  The remaining rooms were also guest bedrooms,
but quite unremarkable, when compared to the three I've mentioned.

On the third-floor, was the steep and narrow ladder that led to the cupola,
which is one of the most striking and easily identifiable features of
Washington's home.  Although the boys weren't allowed to go up there, we
suspected it provided stunning views of the surrounding estate.  The other
room of interest on this level was 'Mrs. Washington's bedroom,' a small
bedchamber that Martha retreated to after the death of her husband.  It is
said that she spent most of her time there, until her own death, two and a
half years later.

After leaving the house, we walked around the four gardens, saw
Washington's tomb and visited the 'Pioneer Farmer site.'  At this last
stop, we watched horses tread wheat in the 16-sided barn and saw cooking
demonstrations in the 'kitchen.'

As we drove away from the home, I informed the boys the key to our next
stop was on one of the three remaining coins, so they began searching them
for clues.  We were a little more than halfway through the three-hour drive
to our next destination, when we stopped for lunch.  As we walked inside,
Danny spoke to me.  "I think I've figured it out," he commented, in a low,
assured voice.  "Jefferson also came from Virginia, so I'll bet we're
heading to his home next.  I forgot the name of it, but I remember he
designed and built it."

"Bingo," I exclaimed, surprising all of the boys.  "You've figured it out.
Our next stop will be Monticello, the home of third President of the United
States, Thomas Jefferson."  The boys in general, but Danny in particular,
seemed pleased with having solved this mystery.  Now they ate their meal
quickly, so we could be off again.

"Hey, that's the building on the back of the nickel," Ricky exclaimed, as
we approached it.

"Yes, Ricky, it is," I concurred.  "It is Monticello on the flip-side of
Jefferson's bust, not the Capitol Building.  I was wondering when you were
going to figure that out."  Ricky blushed a bit, because of his error, and
realized, belatedly, that was the reason he hadn't figured out our next
destination before Danny did.

As we entered the house, we moved in to the entrance hall, which is a large
space that served as a reception area and waiting room for visitors.  Its
most unique feature is a balcony that connects the two mezzanine-level
wings.

Off to the left side of the entrance hall is the south square room, which
served as Martha Jefferson Randolph's sitting room, where she sewed,
schooled the children and ran the household.  Next to that room was
Jefferson's suite of rooms, which included his bookroom or library, the
south piazza or greenhouse, the cabinet that Jefferson used for reading,
writing, architectural drafting and scientific observation, and Jefferson's
bedroom, with it's unique alcove double bed.

"Look, the bed's build right into the wall," Jay commented, admiring the
design.  The other boys readily agreed that it was quite 'cool' as well.

Directly to the rear of the entrance hall is the parlor, which is a large
room with beautiful parquet floors and displays most of Jefferson's art
collection.  This room was used for games, music, reading and was the
center of much of the social activity.  It was also the site of weddings,
dances and christenings during Jefferson's lifetime.

On the right side of the entrance hall was the north square room, which
served as a guest bedroom, the north octagonal room, which doubled as both
as a bedroom and sitting room, the tea room, which was used as a small
dining area, but was also a place where Jefferson might also read or write,
and the formal dining room, complete with dumbwaiters, to bring everything
that was needed into the room.

"Man, if it took us that long to drive from Washington to here," Brandon
remarked, "how long did it take Jefferson to travel back and forth."

"Much longer than that," I assured him.  "It might take days, or even
weeks, to get from one place to another, so you had limited contact with
others.  Your only forms of entertainment would be with family or friends
at your home or someone else's, or at other social gatherings, most likely
held at a church.  You would spend much of your time reading books or
learning what was going on by reading regional newspapers, which might be
printed once a week or once a month."  The boys all agreed they would
probably have been very bored, if they lived back then.

The biggest surprise on this stop was not the house, but the additional
knowledge the boys gained about Jefferson.  They discovered that not only
was he one of the founding fathers, but he also authored the 'Declaration
of Independence' when he was thirty-three, served as Minster to France and
Secretary of State under Washington, and was Vice President under John
Adams, before he became the third President.

While serving in that office, Jefferson eliminated the unpopular whiskey
tax, sent a naval squadron to fight the Barbary pirates, cut the national
debt by a third and made his most significant contribution -- the
acquisition of the Louisiana Territory from Napoleon in 1803.  The addition
of that piece of property effectively doubled the size of the young country
and removed another foreign influence from the continent.

"I would have loved to be with Lewis and Clark when they explored that
area," Ricky informed us.  "It would have been fun to camp out every night
and see all those great places for the very first time."

"You're forgetting about how difficult the travel was and the wild animals
and hostile natives they might have encountered along the way," I informed
him, "not to mention what problems Mother Nature might create for them."

"Well, I still think it would have been neat," was Ricky's retort, as he
didn't want to give in on this point.

In addition to everything else Jefferson accomplished, he was an architect
and not only designed his home, but also developed the plans for the
University of Virginia.  He was also an inventor and came up with ideas for
a folding ladder, a portable writing desk, a clock that told the date too,
an improved plow, a swivel chair and the first dumbwaiter in the US.  He
was truly a man of enormous genius.

One other ironic, if not unbelievable, fact about Jefferson's life was that
he died on July 4, 1826, the fiftieth anniversary of the Declaration of
Independence.  Not only that, but he succumbed only hours before John
Adams, the second President, also passed away.  I do believe the boys came
away with a whole new respect for the man.

Leaving Monticello, we hit the road again, for another two and a half hour
drive.  After stopping for dinner, I took the boys to their first truly
non-educational stop of the vacation, a visit to 'Go Karts Plus' in
Williamsburg, VA.  We would be spending the next four nights here, but for
the next few hours, the boys drove go carts over two different tracks, rode
bumper boats, played miniature golf and a variety of other games.

Jay's awkwardness carried over to the track, when he had some trouble
navigating the course.  After seeing him bump into Ricky's cart and nearly
forcing Brandon completely off the track, I was afraid those in charge
might decide he was too much of a hazard to allow him to continue driving.
However, other than a few unbelieving and shocked expressions, they let him
be.  I think if there had been many others there, besides us, they might
not have been so generous, but the boys weren't going to let these
incidents pass without comment.

"Jay, you get to bang into others on the bumper boats, not the go carts,"
Danny informed him, tongue-in-cheek.

"Yeah, Crash," Ricky began, giving his friend a new nickname in the
process.  "The idea is to stay on the track, while avoiding the other
carts."

"Jay, don't mind them," Brandon began, causing the other two to look at him
oddly.  "They just didn't realize this was the demolition derby track," he
added, which caused Ricky and Danny to begin giggling.  Jay took all the
ribbing good-naturedly, but I wondered if down deep it didn't hurt his
feelings a bit.

I joined the boys in some of the activities, as I took a few spins around
the track and played some of the games with them, but for the most part, I
was more than content to sit back and watch the boys be boys.  By the time
we left there and checked in at the Inn we would be staying at, the older
pair was so tired that they merely took quick showers and then collapsed
into bed.  I guess they had enjoyed themselves enough for one day.

The younger duo, however, still had energy to burn.  Heading into the
shower, they began whispering between themselves.  "What do you want to do
tonight?" Jay asked his blond partner.

"I don't know," Ricky responded.  "Do you just want to suck each other off
again?"

"Sure, that would be okay with me," Jay confirmed.  Without further
encouragement, the pair entered the shower and Ricky knelt down in front of
Jay.

Ricky seemed eager to play with Jay's uncut penis again, since he was still
fascinated by that extension of skin that he had been deprived of.  He slid
it playfully back and forth over the glans, before engulfing it.  Eagerly,
he slid it in and out of his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he went.
Jay was enjoying this attention very much, and it didn't take long before
he exploded into Ricky's waiting pallet.  Swallowing greedily, Ricky
accepted the entire load and sucked Jay flaccid, before giving up.

Quickly, the boys exchanged places, so Jay could return the favor.  With as
much enthusiasm as his partner had shown, Jay got to work, licking and
sucking Ricky's entire genital area, before suckling on Ricky's boy treat.
Enthusiastically, he bobbed up and down and the stiff rod, adding as much
suction as he knew how.  The high-speed effort and Ricky's horniness
quickly brought him over the brink, and Ricky flooded Jay's mouth with his
offering.  After drinking down every drop, Jay refused to stop until Ricky
held his head still, letting Jay know that his little friend couldn't take
any more attention.

The pair quickly finished up and then came out into the main room and
convinced me to join them in bed again.  After such a long day, it didn't
take any of us long to drift off.


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