Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:39:00 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 3, chapters 15 - 16

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 15 -- A Bit of Relaxation.

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

The O'Haras and I had talked it over and decided that the boys needed a
couple of days of quiet time, after the fast-paced, fun-filled week they
just gone through.  We were going to spend most of the time at their house
and maybe do a few other little things with the boys in between.  I started
off by letting the boys sleep in Saturday morning and it was after 10:00
before the parade of hungry teenagers began to come through my door.  I
called the O'Haras and told them the boys were up and we planned to meet
for brunch.  I forgot to mention that Danny and Brandon had spent the night
with us, as they were missing spending time with their brothers, but more
so their nephews, so they had Nicky and Jordan sleep with them that night.

Our brunch was enjoyable and the boys really packed the food away.  Mr. &
Mrs. O'Hara just sat, shaking their heads, as they watched mounds of food
disappear in minutes.  After leaving the restaurant, we went to Brandon's
house, where the boys played out in the backyard, while I chatted with his
parents.  I took this opportunity to ask them for a huge favor.

Broaching the topic carefully, I explained to them about Nick and how he
would be unable to join us for our trip to England, seeing he had no
passport.  Since I didn't know what else to do with him, and knowing he'd
just run away again if I took him home before I could help him work things
out with his parents, I asked if they would mind keeping him here, with
them, until we returned.  To my great surprise and relief, they never
batted an eye or hesitated in responding, saying they would be pleased to
have him stay for however long we were gone.  I thanked them and then
called Nick over, in order to explain the situation to him.  After
realizing the huge favor they were doing for him, he went over and thanked
them personally.

"I know you're probably doing this more as a favor to Pop, but I just
wanted to thank you for letting me stay here while they're gone.  I was
beginning to wonder what I was going to do, because I heard the boys
talking about their next trip, but I figured Pop would take care of things
for me.  I was just hoping I wouldn't have to survive on the streets again.
I mean, I could, but it's so much nicer to be part of a family."

"None of us would let you go back to living on the street," Mr. O'Hara
assured him.  "You'll always have a home with one of us, if you need it."

"Yes, dear," Mrs. O'Hara added, "you're always welcome in our home, so
don't you ever fret about that."

Nick smiled, gave the three of us a hug of appreciation, and then he went
back out to join the other boys again.  We were just discussing plans for
the rest of our time together, when Brandon came running in.

"Pop, would you take us all over to the park, so we can play soccer on a
real field.  There's not enough room out back."

"Sure, if that's what you boys want to do," I agreed.  "Tell the others to
go around and get into the van and we'll meet you out front."

After that, I took everyone over to the park and the boys talked Uncle Pat
and I into joining their game.  All the partners were split up, one to each
side, but it made for fairly even teams.  It was a lot of fun, and even
Jordan and Nicky were having a good time.  It seemed to be an unspoken rule
that when the younger boys had the ball, the older ones would leave them
alone.  Only the other little ones could play defense on each other and
they were given space to do their own thing.  I was proud to see the boys
were mature enough to figure this out on their own, finding a way to let
the little ones play without ruining the fun for any of the rest of them.

Mr. O'Hara and I were becoming totally exhausted from all of this activity,
especially since we were both slightly overweight and out of shape.  The
boys didn't let this pass unnoticed and did everything they could to add
insult to injury.  They ragged on us about our being winded, made fun of
the way our bellies jiggled up and down when we ran and mocked our lack of
soccer skills, that was until I scored a goal on 'Kevin the Cat.'

That simple act suddenly caused them to play more seriously, so the ribbing
stopped briefly.  It wasn't long before Brandon was sending a crossing-pass
across the goalmouth, which his father hit with his head, or was it just
that the ball hit his father in the head, and went into the corner of the
goal.  He wasn't the intended recipient of Brandon's assist, but both he
and his son were beaming about their accomplishment.  Mr. O'Hara was the
prouder of the two, though, especially since the pass had come from his
son.  The game ended in a 4-4 tie and we all collapsed on the field.  Now
the boys were more complimentary about Uncle Pat and my endeavors and we
spent some time discussing the good plays everyone had made during the
game.

Now that everyone was ready to go back to the house, we loaded up the van
and drove the short distance to the O'Haras' house, but we didn't stay
there for long.  Soon, the boys bribed the six youngest to come in and beg
me to take them back to the hotel, so they could use the hotel pool.  The
O'Haras just chuckled and Brenda told her husband and me to take the boys
and join them, insinuating we were a little ripe from the earlier workout.
She also suggesting she would stay and prepare things for a cookout.  We
told her she was more than welcome to join us too and then we'd just go out
and eat, but she said she had eaten out enough for the time being and would
prefer a quiet meal at home.  We gave in and thanked her, before going back
to the hotel to take a dip.

I spent my time in the shallow end with my grandsons and the non-swimmers.
I had discreetly spread the word with the older boys about Carlos and Dion,
so no one would do anything that might endanger them.  They agreed, without
hesitation, and gave me a nod of understanding.  During our time in the
water, the swimmers made their way to the shallow end in small groups and
spent time with the others, enjoying themselves doing activities that
wouldn't endanger those less capable, but still have fun.

Carlos and Dion eventually caught on to what the others were doing and
thanked them for being so understanding and for not making fun of them.  It
was a very important moment for those two, as they began to realize how
much they all meant to one another, even though sometimes they might be
hesitant to admit it.

After we finished our time in the water, we dried off, went to our rooms
and put on clean clothes, before we made our way back to the O'Haras' for
dinner.  Mrs. O'Hara had marinated some chicken and chunks of beef and was
ready for them to be put on the grill when we arrived.  Mr. O'Hara and I
went out to cook the meat, while his wife finished off some salads.  It was
a very relaxing meal, as we all sat around their yard, while the boys
filled Brandon's mom in about their day.  It was nice to not be out in
public for a change and have a home-cooked meal.  Once we finished our
meal, Mrs. O'Hara suggested we should go see a movie and the boys agreed
with her idea.  They took a quick look through the newspaper and selected a
movie they thought everyone would enjoy, and we were off once again.

At the theater, Brandon and Danny sat on one side of Brandon's parents,
while Sammy and Andrew sat on the other side.  The latter pair had grown
very fond of Uncle Pat and Aunt Brenda while spending time with them at Six
Flags and the O'Haras had taken to them as well.  It was cute when Andrew
crawled up into Brenda's lap and Sammy leaned against her arm, enjoying
that closeness with her.

During the movie, I had Jordan and Nicky sitting next to me, although
during part of the movie they were on my lap, while the rest of the boys
took seats scattered around us.  It proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing
time, which I think everyone benefited from.

After the movie, I took most of my clan and headed back to our rooms.
Danny and Brandon decided to spend the night with the O'Haras and asked us
adults, in private, if they could have Sammy and Andrew join them.  We
agreed and Sammy and Andrew were thrilled when their older brothers asked
them to stay with them, so the four boys rode back with the O'Haras, while
I took everyone else.

When we reached the hotel, Nick wanted to know who was in the 'sex room'
tonight, so I looked in my book and discovered that the first rotation was
complete and I hadn't yet made up a new rotation that included Nick.  I was
in a quandary about what to do, until Nick asked if he could share the room
tonight with Trey and Dion.  I told him that would be fine with me, if the
other pair agreed, and I would just make that the first pairing on the new
schedule.

Nick ran off to find the other two, and soon the three of them were coming
into my room.  Trey and Dion agreed with the plan, although Trey didn't
seem overly fond of the idea, but I gave them the go ahead.  Soon the boys
were switching rooms and everyone was paired up for the evening.  Cole and
Graham had asked to spend time with me, so Dustin and Kevin asked Jordan
and Nicky to spend the night with them.  That left Jay and Ricky to pair up
with Pat and Carlos and everyone was soon in their rooms for the evening.

The minute the door was shut and locked behind them, Nick turned to Trey
and Dion and began to speak.  "I know you two would rather be alone in here
tonight, but I just wanted to get to know you guys better and have some fun
with you.  If you don't want to, that will be okay too and I'll understand.
I'll just take the other bed by myself and leave you two alone."

Dion and Trey looked at each other and Trey had a twinge of conscience.
"No, Nick, that's okay.  We don't mind including you for tonight," Trey
told him.  "It's true that we prefer, or at least I do, when we are alone,
but we do need to get to know each other better as well.  I don't think
either of us will mind a slight change tonight."

"Great!" Nick nearly shouted.  "I was hoping we could get closer to each
other and have some fun at the same time.  What do you guys want to do?"

"Let's just get undressed and we'll see what happens," Trey suggested.

The boys quickly undressed and then they stood, checking each other out.
"Damn," Nick uttered, "another uncut cock."

"You don't like it?" Trey asked, somewhat dejected by the comment.

"No, I do.  It's just that I'd never had a chance to play with one, before
I joined up with you guys," he confessed.  "Do you mind?" Nick asked, as
his hand reached out toward Trey's penis.

A smile broke out across Trey's face and he told Nick to enjoy himself.
Nick did, not wasting a second, and was quickly exploring all the new
delights associated with that extra flap of skin.  Suddenly, Nick thought
about Dion and reached his other hand to grasp his boy-meat.  As the two
dicks started to stiffen from the attention, Nick looked at Dion and spoke.

"Damn, how old are you?  That thing's as long as Danny's, although not as
thick."

"I know," Dion replied, beaming with pride.  "I'm twelve, but I'll turn
thirteen in November.

"You're only twelve and you've already got a big hog like this!" Nick
exclaimed.  "No wonder Trey doesn't want to share you with anyone else."
Nick started laughing and Trey began to blush.  Dion just looked at the two
of them, giddy from the praise he was receiving about his equipment.

"What if I let both of you screw me, would that make you happy?" Nick asked
them.

"Only if both of you will do the same to me," Trey answered, looking a
little embarrassed at his own boldness in saying that.

"Yeah, sure.  That sounds great to me," Nick told him.  He went to ask Dion
if that was all right with him, but he could tell by the huge grin that
Dion was sporting that he loved the idea.  "So, who's going to go first?"

"You can do Trey first," Dion told Nick, "and then I'll do you.  Is that
okay with both of you?"  The others nodded their heads in agreement and
soon Dion was handing Nick the tube of KY.

Trey was already on the bed and assuming the position; as Nick bent down to
get him ready.  Dion was whispering into Nick's ear, telling him the things
Trey liked to have done to him.  Nick just grinned and nodded his
understanding, before doing a few of the things Dion had suggested.  Once
the preparation was completed, Nick moved between Trey's legs.

As Nick began to push his thick six-incher into Trey, he leaned forward and
began to kiss Trey's face, eventually working his way to Trey's lips.  Trey
was somewhat startled by this at first, thinking it would just be one of
those wham-bam thank-you-Sam kind of encounters, but he quickly put two and
two together and realized this was one of the things Dion had told him to
do.  Soon they were kissing passionately, as Nick began to establish his
rhythm.

Nick was also using his hand to rub and pinch Trey's nipples, something
else Dion must have told him, and Trey was enjoying all of Nick's
attention.  Trey had been a little reluctant to agree to this, at first,
but now he was glad he had.  Nick was pounding into him quite aggressively
now, as he neared his first orgasm of the night, and Trey was feeling all
warm and tingly, as Nick's plump sausage massaged his chute and kept
brushing against his prostate.  With one final groan, Nick pushed deep into
Trey's hole, arched his back, and released his seed.  Trey felt that thick,
creamy blast splatter inside of him and threw his arms around Nick's back,
hugging him to his own body in appreciation.  After a minute or so of
lingering in the throes of this wonderful moment, Nick rolled off and lay
beside Trey.  That's when Trey leaned into him and gave him a kiss of
appreciation.

Dion was so excited from watching the other two that he could hardly wait
for Nick to recover.  As soon as he did, Dion was greasing him up and was
quickly sliding his long, slender cock deep inside of Nick.  Nick opened
his eyes only long enough to see the fire in Dion's visual orbs and sensed
the urgency Dion was bringing to this coupling.  Dion fought off the urge
to hurry through it, though, and leaned down to kiss Nick, as soon as he
was fully inside of him.  This gave him time to let his own juices simmer
down, before he began.

When he thought he had calmed down enough, Dion began to pump into Nick's
backdoor.  Nick was kind of amazed at not only how well this
twelve-year-old was hung, but also with how accomplished he was at using
that gift.  Even though he knew that Trey and Dion were intimate, he didn't
expect the kid to be this talented.  Now, he just let all thoughts drift
from his mind, and merely lay back to enjoy the ride.  After a couple more
minutes of this steady rhythm, Dion reached the edge of the cliff and
increased his pace.  With his final thrust, Dion buried his pole deep
inside of Nick and popped his nut into the other boy.  As soon as he could
speak, Nick thanked Dion for his effort, before also kissing him, to seal
his verbal praise.

Dion quickly suggested that Trey should do Nick next, and then he would do
Trey after he had recovered.  No one objected to the plan, so a few moments
later, Nick was pulling his legs back again, as Trey lined up with Nick's
well-used channel.

Trey slid in easily, feeling not only the warmth of Nick's lining, but also
the collection of spunk that Dion had just deposited there.  Knowing it was
his lover's juices inside of his new partner, Trey became even more aroused
and hotter than before, as he began assaulting Nick's willing boy-pussy.
This mental excitement soon also affected his body, and Trey began
unloading another hot load of semen into Nick's bowels.  They kissed and
hugged, as they came down from their high, and there was a slightly wet
'plopping' sound, as Trey withdrew from Nick's cavern.

Dion barely gave Trey any time to recover, before he was excitedly pushing
his lover into position and guiding his lengthy tool into Trey's slippery
love-cavern.  Dion enthusiastically slid his ramrod in and out of Trey,
using long, smooth strokes, as he tried to fulfill his 'urge to surge'.  He
was riding his lover, like a ship riding the waves during a storm, as they
worked their way into a frenzy.  Both boys were enjoying this immensely,
not just because of the sexual pleasure, but also because of the mental
satisfaction that it was their lover they were doing this with.

After a few more minutes of this hectic, yet satisfying activity, Dion was
making his final lunge and began filling Trey's bilge tank with his sweet
nectar.  The two embraced, kissed passionately upon reaching their climax
and eagerly ran their hands over each other's body for a few minutes more,
before deciding it was time to pull apart and get some sleep.

The three boys shared the same bed that evening, with Nick wedged in
between them.  They were more than satisfied with the sex, had learned more
about each other and grown just that much closer, and none of them made
another move until morning.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 16 -- A Barrel of Fun.

Monday was going to be another laidback day and the O'Haras joined us at
the hotel so we could all enjoy the day in the hotel pool.  As it was a
weekday, we had the pool nearly to ourselves and the older boys decided
this would be a good opportunity to start giving our non-swimmers some
lessons.  The latter group was appreciative of the help, and the O'Haras
and I got out of the pool and sat at a table poolside to watch.

While we were sitting there, I was also able to talk Mr. O'Hara into taking
a few extra days off, since I knew he was originally scheduled to go back
to work on Wednesday.  That way, both he and his wife could join us for our
trip to Houston.  They both liked the idea and looked forward to spending
additional time with Brandon and the other boys, since they had enjoyed
their time together with all of them so far.  Therefore, Patrick planned to
call his office and make the arrangements, as soon as he could locate a
phone.

We stayed at the pool until lunchtime and then went out to eat.  While we
were enjoying our meal, the boys asked if we could go back to the park for
a kickball game and maybe a football game too, once we were finished.  We
told them that would be fine, so after we left the restaurant we went to
the O'Haras' next, to pick up Brandon's playground ball and his Nerf
football.  From there, we drove directly to the park and the boys quickly
decided to keep the same teams they had for soccer the day before.

Once again, they wanted Brandon's father and I to play, but this time they
also dragged Mrs. O'Hara into the game.  Reluctantly, she agreed, much to
her husband's surprised.  However, he quickly concluded she did it mainly
to humor Brandon and allow her a little more time to be close to him, since
she would be playing on his team.  Besides, it was just kickball and nearly
anyone could play that game, especially since Brenda had never fancied
herself as an athlete.  In the end, we all had a great time, but I think
the little ones enjoyed it the best.

We took a brief rest, and then we played a short game of touch football,
with Mrs.  O'Hara opting to sit this one out.  The older boys were very
good about not trying to show off and leaving the rest of us in their dust,
and we had another good time.  After this activity ended, we went to clean
up and then we headed out to dinner.  We went Italian tonight, at the boys'
request, and were soon stuffed full of pasta, salad, warm bread and ready
to leave.  We decided to go back to the O'Haras' house and watch a video
next, after I explained to the boys that we needed to turn in early
tonight, as we had something special planned for our final day in San
Antonio.  They were all dying to know what it was, but we made it through
the evening without having to divulge that information.

We got back to the hotel fairly early and the boys went to their rooms.
Everyone was in bed by 9:30, including the boys in the 'sex room', because
we told them we'd be getting up at 5:30. I knew I didn't have to worry so
much, because it was Dustin, Kevin, Carlos and Pat in the sex room tonight,
so I figured they'd just do their thing quickly and then go to sleep.  In
the long run I was right, but what transpired in there came as a total
surprise to me.

Before they went in, Carlos had already made up his mind that he was going
to try to give one of the boys a blowjob tonight.  After announcing his
intention, he was paired up with Kevin, because they were both
uncircumcised and Carlos felt much more comfortable with that fact.  Once
that had been agreed upon, the boys gave him a brief explanation about what
to do, after they finished their showers.  Even though he had decided he
was going to try this, he was still a little hesitant when the time came.

Tentatively, he pushed his tongue out and let it touch the head of Kevin's
dick after he had retracted Kevin's foreskin.  Carlos seemed pleasantly
surprised by the fact that it didn't have much of a taste and was suddenly
more willing to continue.  In fact, he became slightly aggressive in
letting his tongue run all around the shiny glans, which sent a wave of
shivers running up and down Kevin's spine.  As Carlos became more and more
aggressive, Kevin had him spin around, so they could do each other at the
same time.  That's when Dustin and Pat arranged themselves on the other
bed, for their own sixty-nine.  Kevin soon shot his wad, giving Carlos his
first taste of semen, but the rookie wasn't turned off by its flavor.
Carlos was convinced this wasn't a bad thing and was willing to admit he
enjoyed doing it.  After everyone enjoyed an orgasm, the boys turned in and
went to sleep, cuddled up against their sex partner for the evening.

The boys weren't too bad when I woke them the next morning, but their
curiosity was even greater than it had been the day before.  We continued
to remain silent throughout breakfast about what we were going to do today
and Danny and Brandon rode with his parents, as they followed us to our
destination.  A cheer erupted inside the van, as we pulled into Sea World
Texas.  It was where we were going to spend the day.

As soon as we entered the park, the boys were ready to head off to the
rides.  I told the older boys to ride the roller coasters first and get
their fill of them, while we took the little one over to Shamu's Happy
Harbor.  There the munchkins could play in the sand, scamper across swaying
bridges, climb nets, scoot down slides and fire a water cannon from a huge
schooner.  During that same time, the older group was shooting around the
two steel roller coasters, before they tried their hand at surfing again.

The Steel Eel was the first roller coaster they rode and is what they now
call a hyper- coaster.  It has a 15-story drop and travels up to 65 m.p.h.
The other one was the Great White roller coaster, which was the first steel
roller coaster in Texas.  The Great White takes you on a head over heels
ride, going up to 50 m.p.h., which may seem tame after the Steel Eel.  We
met up with the older group at the Lost Lagoon, where the boys were surfing
on the wave pool.

The group who had tried this before were doing quite well and I was pleased
to watch Jay's attempt and notice he had improved tremendously since his
previous encounter with a surfboard.  Pat seemed to be struggling a bit and
the others were trying to give him pointers, while Carlos and Dion had
opted to sit this one out, as they still weren't comfortable in watery
environments.

The older boys then went sky tubbin', down a 5 story slide, while the
adults took the little ones to the Lil' Gators Lagoon, to wade in a small
pool, which was filled with a collection of whimsical animals.  When the
boys tired of this, we talked them into going with us to see a couple of
the shows that were being performed around the park.  We left the older
boys to do their thing on the rides and I gave them some cash in case they
wanted to try out the Great White Game Center, which contained the video
and arcade games, as well as laser tag.

The first show we watched was called "Fools with Tools".  It was a cute
little skit where two sea lions (Clyde and Seamore) and their walrus
friends were do-it-yourselfers.  They tackled plumbing, carpentry,
wallpapering and other projects around their house, without a great deal of
success.  The boys were laughing quite loudly at some of their antics and I
enjoyed watching their reactions as much as I did watching the show.

>From there, we made our way to the "Shamu Visions" show.  This was a live
show that was also shown on a very large screen.  The show starred Shamu
and other killer whales, who performed in a large tank with their trainers.
There were cameras above and below the water level, which sent their images
to a giant video screen in the background, so the boys could see everything
that was happening.  This was more spectacular than humorous, and the boys
enjoyed this show on its own merits.

When the show ended, we decided to go find the older boys and eat lunch.
We located them in line for Steel Eel and they talked us all into joining
them for one final ride before we ate.  The boys each took charge of one of
the younger boys, while Brandon paired with his father, Jay teamed up with
Brandon's mother, and Ricky was determined I should sit with him on this
ride.  We took the quick spin, but belatedly discovered the little ones
were quite overwhelmed from the speed and height of this particular ride.
Once the ride was over, we all managed to stagger to our next stop to eat.

The lunch wasn't anything spectacular, but it filled us up and gave us
enough energy for the next round of action.  We started off the afternoon
by taking on a couple of the water rides.  First, we all went on the Rio
Lobo, a 6-person raft that sped down a raging stream that was lined with
dips, bends and a waterfall.  It was actually quite a thrilling and fun
ride, but this was even more fun as we watched the boys whooping and
hollering and really getting into it.  There was one interesting aspect to
it, though.  During her ride down, Brenda managed to get more than a little
wet, which caused her white blouse to become transparent, much to her
husband's delight AND chagrin.  After helping her make her way to the
ladies room, where she used the blow drier to relieve her embarrassment,
she rejoined us.  Some of the boys were still grinning and whispering,
whenever she wasn't looking in their direction.

>From there, we made our way to the Texas Splashdown, which was a
four-person boat that went on a half mile ride, which included a five story
drop in height, although it was more gradual than the same drop would be on
a roller-coaster.  Brenda decided to sit this one out, as she felt she'd
been embarrassed sufficiently for one day, but the rest of us were eager to
go.  Once again, it turned out to be a fun-filled ride, although I didn't
think it was quite as thrilling as the Rio Lobo.

Once these two rides were over, we suggested to the younger boys that we
take in another show or two, and they readily agreed.  Our first stop this
time was at the "Symphony of the Sea", where we watched a beluga whale and
several dolphins swim around, doing leaps and other tricks.  The boys
enjoyed how high the dolphins could sky, when they shot out of the water,
and each of us had another wonderful time.

Finally we went to see "Sharks Coral Reef", where costumed characters
(hammerhead sharks, moray eels, and fish) put on a multi-aquarium
adventure.  This show was very entertaining as well, but the boys wanted to
try out the laser tag they had heard their brothers talking about earlier.
We knew they wanted to try this, but were concerned they'd get grouped with
a bunch of older boys.  We took them over and were happy to discover they
would be matched up with another group of smaller children.  It worked out
well and they all had a great time.

As we were leaving there, it was the older group that found us this time,
and immediately began to complain they were hungry and needed to eat again.
We all agreed on a place to eat and soon the boys were stuffing their faces
once more.  When they finished this hasty meal, I told them they had two
more hours to do whatever they wanted and then we would meet to leave.  The
boys wanted to go on a couple of the rides again, which we agreed to let
them do, but we told them that we were going to stay and chat, taking
things easy for a while.

Disappointed that they couldn't convince us to join them this time, the
boys went off for another ride on the Steel Eel and a spin on the Great
White roller coaster, which they had seemed to really enjoy.  As they came
off from the first ride, they all grouped together again, before heading to
the next one.  While they were doing this, a group of boys, all teenagers
or in their early twenties, came up and began to hassle the boys.

"What are you boys doing hanging around with a nigger, two chinks and a
wetback?  Don't you have any pride in your own race?"  Dion and Carlos were
really hurt by the comment, but Sammy and Andrew didn't seem to understand
what was going on.  The other boys thought they could just ignore them and
they'd go away, but it didn't work.

"You boys deaf AND dumb?" one of the other group sneered.  "You've got to
have some pride in your own race and quit hanging around with these mud
people.  They're losers and not as good as us, so you should be ashamed to
be seen with them.  What are you doing together anyway?"

Dustin decided to take charge of this situation, as he was physically the
largest and bravest of the group.  He walked in front of the questioner and
responded.  "We're all brothers and this is our family," he announced.  "I
think I should also tell you we don't appreciate your comments."

"Your family?  What did your dad do, get a bunch of whores pregnant and
then keep the kids?"  He and his buddies started laughing, acting as if
this was the funniest thing they had ever heard.  At that moment Pat
stepped forward, standing next to Dustin.

"No, our dad's a wonderful man," Pat shouted, "and he's adopted all of us
and given us a great home.  We're happy being brothers, so just leave us
alone."  The shouting drew the attention of some of the park-goers, which
turned out to be a good thing.

"Is your father white or is he a mud person too?" one of their tormentors
asked.

"Betcha he's a Jew!" another spat out.

"Yeah, or some liberal faggot," still another chimed in.  "They think
they're so smart, but they'll live to regret it, if we don't keep the scum
in their place."

"Are your IQs really as low as your age?" Danny asked, as venomously as he
dared.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the apparent leader of the group wanted to
know.

"Look, we don't want a fight," Trey stated, trying to be a diplomat, "so
just leave us alone and we won't bother you."

"Your being here in one group bothers us," one of the younger boys told
him.  "We don't take kindly to white folks who mix with inferior races."

"Not that what we do is any of your business," Brandon responded, trying to
show they were all unified in their feelings, "but we are a family and
enjoy being a family."

"Man, you boys must be Yankees and pretty stupid Yankees at that," one
member of the group told them.

"Well, in that case," Kevin shot back, "our dad taught us we can't argue
with ignorance.  Maybe we should just leave it at that and go our own way."

"Who are you calling ignorant?" one of the bigger guys asked.

"He wasn't calling anyone ignorant," Dustin said, defending Kevin.  "He was
just saying that because your friend said we were stupid."

"And you are," he shot back.  About that time a couple of park security
guards approached, having been informed by one of the alarmed crowd that a
possible conflict was brewing.  They came up and asked what was going on,
barely getting any answers, before three other security guards joined them.
Realizing this might turn against them, one of the guys from the other
group said there was no problem, but made a few derogatory remarks, before
they walked off.  The guards questioned the boys a little further, to get
their viewpoint about what had happened.  After hearing what my boys had to
say, the guards decided to follow the other group, to make sure they didn't
cause any more problems.

The boys came back and found us, telling us in detail what had happened.
The O'Haras were both upset by this event and visibly showed their
emotions.  I tried to take a calmer approach to this problem, so as not to
alarm any of the boys.  I had always anticipated something like this might
happen, so I may have been better prepared to deal with it than the others.
After we had been told the entire story, Andrew asked me a question.

"Why didn't those boys like us, Daddy?  I thought they wanted to fight."

"I'm sure they did," I answered, "but I'm proud of the way your brothers
handled it.  Some people just don't understand why we took so many
different people in to make up our family."

"They were racists," Dion said, hatefully.

"Yes, they were, but we shouldn't lower ourselves to their level," I
advised him.  "I think Kevin put it best when he said you can't argue with
ignorance.  You boys could have argued this issue with them forever and
they wouldn't have changed your minds and you wouldn't have changed theirs.
Too many years' worth of hatred and poison have been fed to them, and that
can't be remedied quickly.  Those boys weren't born that way and it took
somebody years to brainwash them, in order to make them react that
strongly.  Just know that we're proud of all of you and I think you handled
yourselves marvelously."

We left it at that and decided to call it a day.  It was getting late
anyway, so we left the park and headed back home.  Tomorrow would be
another early morning, as we'd be leaving early to make our way to Houston
-- our next stop.

Danny and Brandon asked Cole and Graham to spend the night with them at
Brandon's house, after checking with Brandon's parents and me first.  The
pair quickly agreed and loaded into the back of the O'Haras' car with their
older brothers.  As fate would have it, they were also the ones scheduled
for the 'sex room' that night, so I quickly switched them with the next
night's pair, putting Ricky, Jay, Trey and Dion in together.  The four boys
quickly agreed to stay with their own partners for the evening and it
wasn't long before all four of them were sound asleep.


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